My Testimonials: Forever - Ingrained

Only celebrities, cricketers and politicians,
Are loved, made to be special,
And worshipped like idols.
Here I' m a celebrity of my own world,
Loved, pampered, special
They gave me, made me: I really don’t know how I can hold?
Truly the idols of my life:
Thank you so much!
Thank you….



sujay-: nammi puttar......when i first met her, i thought.......... nope... she s not my type... not at all a friend material.... and when we parted she was one of the best ppl i ever met... one of my best friends....her words, her eyes can somtimes hide the beauty she posseses within...an ultimate honest mate that she is.... she deserves to get millions of friends.... very talented... and a real go-getter... i ll always love the fact i was there, spending some time with a real passionate genius.

dude: one of the best people i know :) ...a really really close friend of mine now...our thinking match like anythin!!!!!and obv. we both r going in NID..he he..a artise by all means...everyone would stare open mouth at her bubbly she made....fantastic...!!!!he he...well she is one of ppl u can never stop talkin to..and always there to help u in anything!!!!and everything!!!!!meetin her everyday makes me know her better and better....and just lookin at her smile will make u laugh...one of the best smiles!!!

Varun: There are friends. Great friends and then there is namita. Really understands her friends a lot... brilliant in her sense of humor and creativity.. a future advertising guru...among the rare girls who has so much practical knowledge and a sense of doing something independently.. follows the priniciple of self learning... boys shes ur ultimate fantasy ..( I however think that ur chances of impressing her are non existent)..he he ..Very emotional... Loves someone from the bottom of her heart... Really admire her.. good luck with your future plans.

walls talk

I looked for answers to so my of my hidden fears,
From my liar heart,
Who is not ready to accept the truth,
And my brain is constantly giving companionship to the folly.
I’ m here, alone in my house,
Without fear and anxiety:
Talking freely with my friend
My walls.


In her childhood, she was always told, “walls can talk and listen"," so talk quietly for no one to know".
She feared for long in her crowded house because she did not want any one to hear. About her desires, thoughts and madness which was not welcomed in her house. She entertained the hatred and welcomed it with her open arms. She thought it was like heaven on earth. But the paradise has turned into a mistake. She says she chose the right for a wrong person. At present she is looking for answers to her questions and confusions. She has spoken to books, with her intelligence, her soul. But the questions remained unanswered and differently concluded all the time. Today she is all alone in her house talking loudly to everybody: the chairs, tables and walls freely. Thinking that the walls will talk, her house will answer all her questions. She feels unburden, she feels liberated as the soft rays of sun penetrating the walls and coming inside her house. Engulf her giving her a felling of ' nirvana'.
She has closed her eyes; the rays touching her bring her body, soul, and mind all together After a long time....

By herself

Loner that I have become with the due course of time,
I blow dry my hair; look pretty,
And sit alone waiting....

Sometimes tuition classes become very important. She never thought it would though but it has now. She always kept a thought in her mind, “a place where I have to learn and seek help so that I get good result, no talking, chit-chatting there.” And exercised this thought unfailingly. However, today the thought has changed chairs; it is now a notion, jet-set-go and ready to change. At this moment, looking for a class has become a place to meet new people, to talk more and listen less, to plan out parties. Sitting for a long time home and preparing for something unachievable has caused this alter. Moreover, it is not a sudden upcoming but something which was waiting to pop-up. Inevitable!!! Or changeable!! Or
Unsettled loneliness finding an outlet in regular durations!!!
She is working hard not to succumb to it, by hovering around malls, cafes, cinema halls…..
I watched her sitting alone, all by her side.

dojo

Where the monstrous buildings rise from filth,
Where the pollution and traffic lights take up our life,
Where drab lives kill the enthusiasm,
Where the worries of self make us tried,
There lies a place clean, calm and tranquil.
There is his hand filled with affection and care.
There he teaches us value of soul within.
Hence forth,
There is energy flowing swiftly untouched and natural.
There are we in the purest form.
Where our weary bodies rise like gold from dust.
Where we challenge strength with in and wind around.
For we know the determination will fight, the mind will attack,
And the world within our body combines.
For the enemy to lose with a smile on his face.
Who say’s there is no place as such?
It is my dojo
Where lives my heart.

- namita kapur

richness of sorrow

In sorrow’s I see happiness.
If it were not sorrow I could not know what happiness is.

In sorrow’s I see me.
In sorrow’s I come closer to myself.

In sorrow’s I see ‘a hero’.
If it were not sorrow I could not know a super hero inside me.

In sorrow I see prayers.
In sorrow’s I come so closer to God.

In sorrow’s I see grief.
For I fail to realize the happiness in sorrow.

-namita kapur

I wish I had

I don’t know why?
Some things so much yours are still that far away.
Some things you are so much determine but are so not confident about.
Some things seem so much correct in their incorrectness.
Some things you think are for you but those some things know where they belong.
You pine and dig hard inside you find nothing to reach those ‘some things’.
I don’t know why? I talk and write about those some things which were mine and never mine
I Cried and was swampy
For I with some little confidence
Said
“Let go those some things because there are better things there for you sometime.”

- namita kapur

FUTUROLOGISTS SING A POETRY FOR CREATING A BETTER PRESENT FOR A BETTER TOMORROW FOR A BETTER FUTURE

Look well to this day
For it is life
The very best of life
In its brief course lie all
The realities and truths of existence

The joy of growth
The splendor of action
The glory of power

For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision
But today,if well lived,makes
Every yesterday a memory of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope
Look well therefore to this day
( Sanskrit poem, anon.)

this is spectacular poem that inspires every generation every time