P.E.T.S

THE BEST 3 DAYS UPTO NOW....7TH,ATH AND 9TH OF MAY 2010.

RID 3140 HAD THE PRESIDENT ELECTS TRAINING SESSION I.E FLINTSTONES,SPARKS TODAY,FLAMES TOMORROW.7TH MORNING ALL OF US MET AT RUIA TOOK A BUS AND LEFT FOR KHANDALA,WE WERE AS USUAL 1 HOUR LATE..THEN AMAZIN FUN IN THE BUS..MET PRESIDENTS N SECRETARIES OF NEW ROTARACT CLUBS..AND THE INTERACTION STARTED.PEOPLE WHOM I ALREADY KNEW BECAME MORE CLOSE TO ME AND PEOPLE WHOM I MET FOR THE FIRST TIME BECAME FRIENDS.THEN WE REACHED THE DESTINATION.HAD LUNCH N MET OUR TRAINERS PANKAJ,HARI,RASESH,VINIT,NASEEM AND TARUN.. STARTED WIT THE TEAM BUILDING ACTIVITY..THE FIRST DAY BASICALLY DEALT WITH THE TEAM BUILDING CONCEPT AND CONCENTRATION..N THEN NONE OF US SLEPLT..ALL WERE AWAKE TILL ABOUT 4.. N THEN NEXT DAY PEOPLE WHO GOT LATE GOT PUNISHMENTS...2 DAY BASICALLY WAS FOR THE COMMUNICATION SKILLS AND ROTARACT ORIENTATION AND WE GOT A CHALLENGE TO POTRAIT ZOOZOOS THE WAY WE WANT..WE TOOK UP THE FAMOUS TV SHOWS AND PREPARED A SKIT.THE NEXT WAS THE NIGHT TRAIL THAT DAY I.E AT 12 WE ALL LEFT FORA TRAIL NO LIGHTS AND NOTHING.AND ATLAST WE REACHED THAT PLACE AND PERFORMED..AFTER ALL THAT WE CAME BACK AND HAD A DANCING SESSION WITH OUR FREINDS AND THE PJ ROUND THANKS TO VINIT,ISHITA,APOO,SHARWIN,RAFIQ AND MANY OF THEM WHO CONTRIBUTED..AND THE LAST DAY CAME WHERE WE CAME TO KNOW ABOUT THE DISTRICT VISION.. AND WE HAD TO LEAVE TO COME BAK HOM..I LOVED IT..MISS ALL OF THEM WHO WERE THERE AT PETS..LOVE YOU GUYS.. AND THANK ROTARACT FOR ALL THIS.

first love

First Love

I near was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
His face ;it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when he looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
he seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more..

JANKI.VENKAT

My love swears that he is made of truth
My love swears that he is made of truth
I do believe him, though I know he lies,
That he might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that he thinks me young,

Although he knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit him false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says he not he is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with him, and he with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

-JANKI.V