Tuesday, 29 December 2015

A Soldiers Lovestory

A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet.......
They make promises
But they don’t wait at the beach.....
Surrounded By the Forests
They look fresh and Ever Green.........

A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet......
They Survive in Hostile
Still name them the Places Beautiful Seen....
They break the hearts waiting
And then make try to make her smile seen......

A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet......
They love the beautiful rifle...
Then miss their Beloved Sweet.......
They remember the Orders
And never get scared on the Enemy Street.........

A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet.......
They leave their love on destiny...
And enjoy the snake and creed......
Sacrificing their Love For Long...........
Still they wear Smiles at the Snow peak
A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet.......

They make the wait in months
Sometime it is in years when they are in foreign reign
 A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet................
A Soldier’s love Story is Lovely and Sweet...................

Copyright :- Mitsu Chavda

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

YOU CAN DO MAGIC

I never believed in things that I couldn't see..

I said if I can't feel it then how can it be
No, no magic could happen to me...

And then I saw you!

I couldn't believe it, you took my heart
I couldn't retrieve it, said to myself..

What's it all about?

Now I know there can be no doubt

You can do magic!

You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know,

You're the one who can put out the fire

You know darn well!

When you cast your spell you will get your way!

When you hypnotize with your eyes, a heart of stone can turn to clay...

And when the rain is beatin' upon the window pane,

And when the night, it gets so cold, when I can't sleep...

Again you come to me, I hold you tight, the rain disappears.

Who would believe it, with a word you dry my tears ...

You can do magic!

You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know, You're the one who can put out the fire ...

You know darn well, when you cast your spell you will get your way...

When you hypnotize with your eyes, a heart of stone can turn to clay!

And if I wanted to, I could never be free
I never believed it was so true, but now it's so clear to me....

You can do magic!

You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know, You're the one who can put out the fire...

You know darn well, when you cast your spell you will get your way...

When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay!

YOU CAN DO MAGIC!

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

LIVING WITH AN EX-NDA : A BEGINNER’S GUIDE

           I have been surrounded by ex-NDA officers for as long as I can remember..  All products of that fine establishment, the maker of men – the National Defence Academy. In the course of my life among these officers and gentlemen, I have come to some conclusions. Conclusions which could prove priceless advice for some na├»ve young thing about to get associated with a man from above said breed.  

          To start with, there’s the Squadron. One of the fifteen first alphabets expanded into their telegraphic full form, to which each ex-NDA swears undying loyalty. A fellow in arms who belonged to the same squadron at any point of time since the inception of the Academy is a buddy. Needless to say, the senior among the two ‘Squadron types’ is obliged to favour the junior with more liberty than he would have otherwise received. Always remember your ex-NDA’s squadron, it’s traditions, it’s strengths (it never had any weaknesses) and the names of his Divisional Officers or Div Os. Never, ever criticize anything even remotely connected with his squadron unless you want to earn an instant battle or frigid silence, depending on the temperament of the man. His squadron is the supreme body of the supreme establishment which made him a man.

          Next is the matter of hierarchy. There are many approaches to establishing the pecking order, which is never vulgarly obvious, but sacred nonetheless. “He’s from the twentieth course, man! Way, way beyond our league.”, “Oh, he was just an OC”, “He’s a General - both times discipline”, “Swimming Blazer. Did the Peacock Bay on campfire night for the tipsy”, “Arrey yaar, he’s a RIMCO. He’ll get it done through his network.” Make yourself familiar with the terminology and never get confused between a course and a term. 1st termers are baibies 2nd are administrators 3rd are managers 4th are prostitutes 5th are kings and 6th are lords.Remember his place in the hierarchy and along with him, sneer at those below and display appropriate awe towards those above.  

          Of all the physical events at the NDA, the two most dissected and rehashed by all ex-NDAs nostalgically are the Cross Country race and Swimming. No matter if he was a cross country medalist or a dead sinker, your man will never tire of discussing each visit to the pool and the usual six cross country races in excruciating detail. Listen with wide eyed interest and remember the best enclosure he ever achieved. Never, ever, ever compare your Asian Games gold medal in decathlon with his cross country participation. Never. A cross country in which he participated was sacred and at least one cadet died in the race during at least one of his six terms. You could never have died doing a shitty decathlon.  

          Term privileges are hard won freedoms which differ from one ex-NDA to another, depending on his Squadron. He will often use the same principle in the disciplining of his children. If it worked for the kids there, why not for his own and trust me, it usually does… So if the man doesn’t take you for that long awaited movie just because you sewed the button on the wrong side of the cuff, forgive him. That sort of logic is only his training speaking. Likewise, he will also understand the principle of extra privileges and withholding privileges in your dealing with him.  

            Like all establishments, the NDA has its own jargon. OC is not the Officer Commanding like you would imagine, and FL is not Fairy Lights. GCI is not General Cleanliness Inspection and Cabin Cupboard is not a piece of furniture in a cozy little cottage.Patti Parade is not first aid practice and Fall In is not the opposite of a Fall Out. Bewildering though this unique language of the Ex-NDA may seem to you, never display any sign of scorn or boredom. Unless you want to be left out at every occasion when he meets a brother, pick up the terminology as quickly as you can. It is not too difficult. Most Ex-NDAs only need subtle encouragement to start a cl-ass.  

            And last, but most important of all, never underestimate the power of ‘Tipsy Pudding Col Coffee and Chocolate pastry’. This one sweet factor to the life of an Ex-NDA cadet is like ambrosia on a parched tongue. Don’t even think of trying to whip it up in your kitchen, and take comfort in the fact that even the Queen’s kitchen cannot produce the item which he will accept as the ‘real’ Tipsy Pudding. No. The only real Tipsy Pudding is the one he licked off his filthy fingers out of a half full ‘pateela’ in which one of his course-mates stood knee-deep in fruits, nuts, cream and rum soaked cake, ladling out the treasure with his bare hands. If you have understood the passion which drove those young boys trembling on the brink of manhood and accept with a philosophical shrug that somewhere deep down, that boy is crystallized in his Tipsy driven optimism, then you will have no problems. For only a man who can doggedly claw his way through three years of weathering will surely in the light of your acceptance, stay doggedly by your side.



"Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success.  
 If you love what you are doing, you will be successful."


P.s. this is written by "unknown"
Shared after adding my own points

Thursday, 29 January 2015

HEARTBREAK

At first we loved, but not again.
We met at the mall,
and we talked ever since.
We stood starring at each other,
I wondered the time, 
We'd stand together. 
Holding hands as we walk down the street,
I wondered when our lips
Would meet.
My heart is broken, 
you seem to ignore, The pain I
have, when you left me sore.
Our love was strong 
In which now your
heart is blind to see, now I feel
that your love has forgotten
completely about me.
Well all in all I'm heartbroken
Without you by my side,
I wish we could love each other 
like we did that one time.

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

In Your Honor


Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers,
You left behind your sisters and your brothers.
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
Some found themselves in the company of friends
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Those who survived were forever scarred
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
Those who did not now sleep eternally
Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my
reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid....
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
To those who had fought to defend our nation.

Friday, 9 January 2015

Love is where you are!!!!!!!

Whenever there's a helping hand,
Or a word of encouragement...
Whenever there are cheerful thoughts,
Or hope that's heaven sent...
Whenever gardens tended to,
Or lovely music sounds...
Wherever there is a laughter,
And happiness abounds.......

Whenever there is an open door,
a hug, a kiss, a smile...
Whenever there's someone glad,
To walk with you a mile...
Wherever there are faith and trust,
and heart that really care..
Whenever the world is beautiful,
You'll know that love is there..

Its always been wonderful,
to be there with you...
Because wherever you are,
My love is there too......