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Kanika Anand

The distance between you two is only and ONLY a physical obstacle. Your bond should be strong enough to overcome this physical obstacle. Owi #kyabaat #myorignals

माना तू है दूर, फिर भी बहुत पास है,
यहां सब लगते आम, बस तू ही मेरा खास है,
माना हमारे बीच दूरियां बहुत हैं,
तुझसे ना मिलना भी एक मौत है,
मगर इन दूरियों का हमारे रिश्ते पर कोई असर ना होने देंगे,
इन दूरियों से हम मिलकर लड़ेंगे|
- KANIKA ANAND The distance between you two is only and ONLY a physical obstacle. Your bond should be strong enough to overcome this physical obstacle. Owi

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood, never betrayed me once even, stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee None like you, none can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you You have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills. You carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection. You have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past, the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the future and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity. When there was no internet, no television, no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few, you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion. You nourished me all along, taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am, a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others. I never fumbled on the way, in the manner, I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way. Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the doorstep, but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be. The way we were groomed in yesteryears with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with television and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others. In the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others. The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion. I will never let you die my friend! you are still in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last. copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017 #SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood, never betrayed m

#something I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood, never betrayed m

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious da #flowers

Smruti Ranjan mohanty

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood those glorious da #flowers

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

#MountainPeak SOMETHING I LOOK AT-26 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY How far away i am from me and my dreams miles and miles away my childhood tho #Poetry

Ashu

Dear letter, Yesterday , when I opened the old wardrobe I saw you there and I heard you mumbling 'Khairiyat poocho, kabhi toh kaifiyat pooc #letters #YourQuoteAndMine #yolewrimo #dearletter

Khairiyat Poocho, Kabhi Toh Kaifiyat Poocho.
//caption. Dear letter,

Yesterday , when I opened the old wardrobe I saw you there and I heard you mumbling 'Khairiyat poocho, kabhi toh kaifiyat pooc

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood never betrayed me once even stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee Non like you non can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you you have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection you have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity When there was no internet, no telivsion no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion You nourished me all along taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others I never fumbled on the way in the manner I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the door step but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be the way we were groomed in yester years with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others in the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion I will never let you die my friend! you are stil in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017 #Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Intern

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Intern

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

#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

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

Dharm Desai

A famous neurobiologist and robotics specialist, Dr. Bruce goodwill got shocked when he heard the news about his wife, that she abandoned #Thriller #yqbaba #timetravel #dharmuvach #yqquotestitchers #yqlongform

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(Concept: Charles goodwill has lost his ambition to live, and blame himself for such cause. But with a new found time machine, he travelled in his past, would he able to change the choices that led the devastation of his life?)
A famous neurobiologist and robotics specialist, Dr. Bruce goodwill got shocked when he heard the news about his wife, that she abandoned

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