Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

I swear. This piece had me brimming with inspiration. Hope it wakes you up as much....

Sorry for being so inconsistent with the posts...But +2 is serious shit.

xoxo

SAM B

photo-stalk!

http://weheartit.com/  is my current addiction. 

Cos Life is like a box of chocolates

Because I love the wind carelessly blowing through hair starnds

Cos it never hurts to smile :)

Because it's beautifully taken

Cos Juno was epic and Michael Caera is a sweeatheart

Cos I strongly believe so

Cos I've never seen anything more beautiful

Cos I heart beaches and wish for one here

Cos I fell in deep love with this from a long time 

Cos this is the ONLY one I believe in

Cos rain boots and beatle brellas are so much fun :)

Cos I can't forget you two, no matter what I do


Pic whore day :P

Hearting it all along,
SAM B

No. 78

The Exams have finally started. Had one today which was Math. Easy paper.

I hope to get a 100 if things go right. And now there's a 7 day break before the next paper which is a tough one. SST.

But before that comes HOLI. :D

PS I couldn't think of a title hence the lame 78. Don't judge me k? :P

PPS  Found this in some blog...I don't remember which though.:P The main point is that it's awesome. This is how lyrics should be written. It's soo easy to sing now and soo much fun :) And also the fact that this particular song is one of my favorites. Like I love it. And who the hell doesn't love the Beatles? WTF! U don't? Dig a grave for yourself, bang your head hard on the wall and die. Like GO LISTEN TO SOME BEATLES AND THEN COME BACK HERE. TILL THEN NO ENTRY. SRSLY. AND YES I'M SERIOUS. ( I know I get hyper with the Beatles in my mind )

Shankha's wheelie :)

How to be Alone : Beautiful.

He ambles along our square

He ambles along our square

Everyday at 4.30 in the evening we play football at the field in front of Shankha’s.

Earlier, there would be a gang of two entire football teams with something like 22 players playing, chasing after the ball, practicing passes, dribbling, playing matches. But now, these days, there are just 5 or 6 of us running around in this rocky dusty yet large football field of ours.

You can find grass patches here and there, but at very few places; so it really hurts our feet every time we run over a rock or if we fall down and skin our knees. In spite of all that, this is our everyday spot, our own playground.

I must say we are pretty regular. We try to make it a point to give some time to “play” every single day. There are times when we turn up to play late and there are days when we skip playing and instead bicycle around the campus. However, everyday without a miss, I find one boy, medium height, striped shirt with trainers on, with his father at our playground. Everyday. It’s been a year. Almost.

He has misty eyes and his stance is sluggish, controlled and disabled. He holds on to his dad’s tailor-made cotton pants and takes one step at a time, traveling the length of the field while watching us play.

I wonder what he thinks of because his eyes say so much. They stare as if they are themselves pages of an open book, sucking all the spirit life has to offer. I know he thinks different; not the usual same way we do. I wonder if he feels the same way as we respond to emotions. I think he has bigger ideas in mind.

The way he clings on to his dad and the way his dad has this protective arm around him, although he does let his son try to walk without any assistance, makes me wonder if it’s that hard for him to go on as it looks?

Everyday while we are busy playing our game - cheering, celebrating, hi-5 ing after every goal, swearing on God’s name how awful we play after every mishap, I turn behind and watch this little friend talking to his dad, walking like he does and also being the most attentive spectator of our silly small game.

I have never talked to him and I also have no idea what situation he is going through; but every time I bid him a ‘hi’ or ‘bye’, I feel like I make him much happier because the way he smiles his warped smile – it is the cutest thing in this world. Moreover, the way he says a sloppy ‘bye’ to me, tilting his head to one side, with his mouth drooling all over is the purest form of love!

I think he has lots to offer and is a spirited little soul and tomorrow when I’ll watch him go, treading slow and careful measured steps, with his endless thoughts blurting out from his twisted mouth, I will deeply crave to sometimes take a break from my game and walk with him and hear his mind out and laugh with him about the things he feels are funny, and get scared at ghosts and will love to hear about the great War of Independence in 1947 when the Indians got freedom, from his dad.

Till that day, I will keep on staring and wondering….

Shambhobi Bhattacharya

21.2.2011

{Wrote this yesterday. This was an instant thing I felt. Hope you like it.}

Love,

SAM B