Find the Latest Status about alana from top creators only on Nojoto App. Also find trending photos & videos about, alana.
Pritika Singh
Zindagi kch rukkk si gyi haii... Joo kabhi passs hua krte the ab wo pass nahi rhte.... Jinki Aadat si lag gyi haii ..... Ab wo aadat churaane mein lagye haiii... Jinhe dekhe bina din ni katata thaaa.... Aaaj unhi se duriya bnaye bathe haii.... _pritu_suryvanshi_😘❤ Sam alana h toh in raah me samalhoo.. Umar aur tajaura sb sikha dega ..😌😍❤💘💔💔
alana agan
So I am part Mexican and black and a lot of people hate me cause of my culture and a lot of boys start to like me and I'm always having to r
Smruti Ranjan mohanty
SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Glow SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL(A
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty
SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL(ALANAHAT HIGH SCHOOL) BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY i know not how much i love her how much i crave for her how much i miss her miss her delicate touch her scenic beauty and serene atmosphere she is in the heart of my heart in the soul of my soul and my whole being is possessed by her i see in her beauty and virtue personified love and passion agglomerated in her a panacea to all my maladies an asylum for my tired mind and limbs she is my love Alanahat High School where i truly lived where once walked the greats of our time where i was groomed and schooled with my contemporary heroes and heroines who shined and dazzled in every field and left their footprints on the mosaic of time that was my school, where teachers were gurus, students were sisyas and the school was a gurukula, where nothing but love, commitment and concern reigned nothing but the betterment of the students and the school mattered that is my school where the sun never sets love never fades winds never stop blowing the queen of seasons at its fascinating best where goddess saraswati truly resides where the atmosphere still vibrates with the aroma and charisma of teachers and students of bygone days far from the material world and its glittering outlay stands my school majestically on the bank of the devi river where come students from various nook and corner to fulfil their aspirations and have with them the symbol and dignity of the school forever when there were no electricity, telephone and little means of communication our school had an auditorium, a science lab, a big library, a cinema projector, a generator and a mini stadium debates were held every week, where discussed and deliberated everything under the sun varying from regional to international scenario, from current affairs to french and russian revolution. that was my school where teachers were more like fathers, the epitome of love and commitment who left lucrative jobs and big money to work in this remote corner where there was no scope to further their career under their shadow, love and compassion the school grew and developed excelled in every field, be it in academics, sports, oratory or literature our head teacher was an encyclopaedia a complete man with a clear vision the pivot around which the school revolved and reached the zenith of glory and success the stories he used to tell in evening still, guide his students shining and showing the way to millions in different corners the teachers of our school were adept in all subjects, from mathematics to sanskrit, from english to geography, everything was in their domain, students were never taught but made to learn among other things the values and dignity of life the school stood on the sacrifice of the teachers who preferred a rural school to modern amenities and the students who never let their teachers down and shined in every field given an option i would love to go back to my school to those awesome dreamy days to that relationship, captivating and full to those friends for whom one can live and die to those revered teachers who were god incarnate to that spellbinding atmosphere, a dream for many i would love to walk miles on barefoot under the scorching heat of sun and pears of shower i would love to dance on my school corridor play cricket and sprint on the field i would love to gather me, my love and dreams shattered in the flow tide of time and that innocent smile i lost somewhere in between ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #SunSet SOMETHING I LOOK AT-56 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MY SCHOOL IS CELEBRATING ITS 75TH FOUNDATION DAY ON 12.1.19. AND 13.1.19 MY SCHOOL
Smruti Ranjan mohanty
SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT WE ARE A few drop of tears, a handful of flowers at his lotus feet on the occasion of his first Sradha ceremony. A TREASURE (In memory of Rahas Sir) Smruti Ranjan Mohanty They say You are no more How can it be? When we are alive Your heart and soul The students you groomed over the years How can you die? When alive your love and touch Thoughts and concern The values for which u stand for Teachers never die They transcend time And guide millions. Even after the great departure They live in the heart of their students In their ambitions and accomplishments Happiness and sorrows Agonies and ecstasies Smiles and tears Enjoying and enduring their moments and Guiding them to perfection. It is not your eyes and ears That see and listen to him It is the heart that sees and listens. The mind that connects The soul that reciprocates If you are in tune with him. He continues to guide and Shower his unconditional love and blessings If you deserve it and Know how to connect. He speaks, listens and teaches Even after leaving his body. You are deprived of these Coz you don't need it. If you want to feel him Go to Alanahat High School His Karmabhumi Where he still lives You will find his hands right on your shoulder His blessings touching you Like fresh morning dew His voice resonating In every nook and corner Sir You are not an ordinary teacher You are a teacher of teachers Guided many to their destination. Whoever listened to you Is now someone somewhere How can you die, sir When your students Your sons and daughters by culture Are still alive Through whom you breathe life And live your death. Sir Bless us We are still struggling With the mathematics of life The science of conflicting priorities The contradictions and predicaments Caught in between happiness and sorrow Accomplishments and failures We are just nowhere Please help us to solve the last sum Be in us We are in the boisterous sea Who will bring us ashore If you the able navigator Will not be with us any more. Sir You are in us You will be In the temples, you built over the years Till we are here You have gone beyond life and death You are pure consciousness A beautiful feeling A treasure We love and adore. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© ©Smruti Ranjan mohanty #Nofear SOMETHING I LOOK AT-156 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY IN MEMORY OF THE LEGEND, THE MASTER WHO GROOMED US, SCHOOLED US AND MADE US WHAT W