#101 A Farewell Note

A Farewell Note

Theme- This poem is all about my journey of four years in the Department of Chemical Engineering, IGIT Sarang. Many memories are still alive. Good memories will be cherished forever and bad memories will remind me of my faults. It seems as if the time has passed quite quickly. I feel privileged to be a part of this institute and 30^th batch of Chemical Engineering.

So, I dedicate this poem to all the members of family of Chemical Engineering, IGIT Sarang.

I joined this institute in first year,

My eyes were filled with tears

Reverse were the conditions,

But to move back wasn’t an option.

Didn’t know about Chemical Engg. before,

With a hope that I would enjoy it more

Perplexed was I, in the beginning,

To achieve something big was a dream.

FM and MO got introduced in 2^nd year,

Were taught very nicely here

CPT provided us flow sheets of plants,

In CPC- material and energy balance.

Interesting were the subjects- PDC & CET,

The more you learn, if you read carefully

Were the words uttered by our teachers,

Pushed us to cross all barriers.

MT and HT gave us some view,

Of engineering world with some clue

Extractors, evaporators and distillation columns,

Started to form my realm.

Came the turn of CRE,

We trembled much initially

The only way to develop an interest,

To solve many problems without any rest.

PRE, MST, PID, & FBE couldn’t be ignored,

Within them some new things to explore

In the verge of completing our course,

These have become our companions forever.

There’s no age limit to learn,

This is what should be our passion

Thanks to all for lending your support,

Without which I couldn’t move at all.

Doesn’t matter whether we win or fail,

Plans of destiny can’t be delayed

Wake up, move but never stop,

We’ll reach definitely, at any cost.

Sweta Sarangi

23.04.2015

#100 My voyage to blogging

My voyage to blogging

I dedicate this poem to the 100^th post of my blog. I am privileged to write this post. My blog started with random scribbling about two years back. Later it turned an integral part of my life. I just wish this journey to never end.

My voyage- began two years back,

Held my pen, let thoughts to work

Immersed myself in realm of words,

Got landed into a diverse world.

Difficult part was narrating a story,

I felt like molding clay in pottery

Imagined a plot that suited the most,

And elaborated that at any cost.

Characters should justify the scene,

To lay an impact based on theme

Holding the readers till its end,

A powerful message to comprehend.

Rhythmic collaboration of words-A poem,

Initially like growing seeds on barren

Selection of words, always a challenge,

To browse within my vocabulary’s range.

To write essays, reviews and articles,

Necessary to overstress on title

Systematic presentation of points,      

A good notation in the end.

My blog endows me a way,

To maintain my words in array

An arena of day-to-day life,

Helpful in providing me relief.

Like a friend it supports me,

When I pen down my worries

Experiences never let me alone,

To write down in another tone.

I wish this journey to persist

In whichever world I live,

A unique source of recreation

Will continue to be my passion.

SWETA SARANGI

22.4.2015

#99 Valedictory Note

 Valedictory Note

A poem dedicated to my soon-turning-out-to-be Alma Mater, Indira Gandhi Institute Of Technology, Sarang.

Source: Google Images

 Standing at the end of a phase

And counting all previous traces

To optimize future perspectives

With the experience of the past to be retrieved

Click by me from the terrace

Never knew about God’s plan

To let me discover my own realm

Of words blended with imagination

Reflecting my heart’s elation.

Natural swimming pool

Entry was a complete shock

Far different from what I had ever thought of

Consistent struggle with all hurdles

Became part of this harsh battle.

Sunset View of Divine Brahamani River

With the passage of time

That was what I could find

Hostel’s life- the best

To leave out all the rest.

Route to Brahmani River

There were days of high and lows

Urged me to look below

To read between the lines of

Those never ending chapters.

Greenary across the border of the hostel

The bunch of all happiness and sorrows

In form of smiles and tears

Helped me to conquer all fears

And made my each day special.

Lord Shiva's temple

Indebted I’m to all teachers

For their unconditional love, care and support

For kindling a lost hope in myself

By offering all helps that I needed

My serene and calm companion of terrace

Difficult to wash away those memories

Which are quite large in numbers

Of gossips, fun and laughter

And precious moments spent with one another.

Route to Brahmani river

This day of graduation I waited for

With a load of hopes carried before

A heartfelt gratitude to my Alma Mater

For completely renovating my sphere

View of Brahmani on a cloudy day

I feel I’m now more determined

And strong enough to move against the wind

Adversities and challenges have taught me

Never to run away from the battle field

Eiffeil Tower of Sarang

With these lines, I bid an adieu

May you all become very very successful

With flying colors in days to come

For an eternal transformation.

Cultivated land near hostel's border

P.S: All the pictures have been clicked by me over the terrace..  Each picture is associated with thousand memories of past.. 

Swati Sarangi

4.11.2014

#98 Few days of 'Togetherness'

Few days of ‘Togetherness’

I am about to complete my graduation and simultaneously end the journey of college days. Soon I will step into a professional world. This journey began almost four years back when we stepped into the hostel.  Unaware of the situations, we were thrilled, energetic and passionate to achieve something big. The first hurdle that we faced was adapting ourselves to the prevalent condition. As most of us were the first-timers residing in hostel, we didn’t know the rules and regulations to be followed and adjust accordingly.  

Finally a moment arrived when all of us had to bid an adieu to our parents standing at the entrance of our hostel. Some looked tensed, some sad and very few in normal state of being. I controlled my tears from falling down with a hope that I would bring smiles to the faces of my parents in future.  Though we did not want to depart from our homes, yet it was a necessary task to be performed against our will. The ultimate aim was to become a graduate with a good score at hand in the end of final year. This added fuel to our purpose of stay in those four years. This was the only thing that reminded us to work hard despite brooding over the past.

As we were very hungry, we moved to mess. The first thing that we observed in mess was staring each other’s face. Brand new faces with curious eyes and cutest smiles drew some of us to interact with each other. By this way, we got to know about each other and this helped in fostering a bond of friendship which stayed undisturbed for consecutive years.

There were numerous incidences that united us as a batch and developed a strong relationship. We would never forget organizing functions for juniors and being involved as organizers was an icing on cake. In water and electricity crisis, we stood together and fought for the cause. We were also successful in making wi-fi available in our hostel. Those unfamiliar faces among us turned out to be popular and lead us to many ways.  The most interesting part of any hostel curriculum is birthday celebration. We were the Wikipedia in remembering birth dates of our friends so that we would wish them as early as possible, I mean wishing them at sharp 12 O clock was no less than an achievement. Then arrived a series of Indian festivals. Holi, Diwali, Saraswati Puja, Ganesh Chaturthi, Utkal Diwas and lots more would add glory to our celebration. In the evening, latest songs of Bollywood played on loudspeaker would force us to come out of rooms and tap our feet together on the beats. Organizing functions at institute level was just fun at its peak. Horizon, Anweshan, Annual Function, Film Fest, Fun Fair, Sports Meet, Teachers Day, Grand Welcome and Branch welcome were enough to bring us together to make something different.

Time has got wings and it shows that exactly after one month, we will be separated and placed in our destined location. The thing that will remain unaltered is the warmth and compassion that we received from each other in these four years. We came to this hostel with our parents but going out from this place with lots of experiences and good memories. All the good days would be cherished forever. Bad days have taught us great lessons to be noted down in our memory. We developed patience, resistance and endurance while coping up with hardships. Now, we can think ourselves as much stronger and matured than our past. We learnt not only to depend on ourselves but also to take care of the needs of the people in our surrounding. To expect least from the surrounding and to work for the betterment of the society is an important aspect of being happy. Whether we have won or failed, doesn’t matter but what matters is the values that got induced within ourselves in the entire journey.

The feeling of being ‘togetherness’ has evoked ourselves to think the brighter side of everything patiently and work assertively to achieve something purposefully. As the days are approaching towards the end, we are ready to open a new chapter of our next phase of life. ‘Being together’ made us realize that if efforts are put in a systematic way, result will definitely come in favour.  And by this way we can multiply our happiness and divide our sorrows.

So, I am just enjoying few days of ‘togetherness’ at hostel.  

                                   

                                      

  

SWETA SARANGI

18.4.2015

#97 A winning moment

A winning moment

My poem in spot poetry competition of Anweshan 2015

Duration- 1 hr

The picture was shown in a slide....

Passion to win- a desire,

With energy so high what I aspire

Roads are not straight but curvy,

How can life be so easy??

When I try to reflect back,

Memories are enclosed in a sack

The hardships and endless worries,

Have paid off in the end with glories.

I smile over those incidences,

Which made me cry harder then

Endless drops of tears of happiness,

Roll down from my eyes to face.

I toiled very hard before,

Without caring for world anymore

Practicing in the field-day and night,

Made myself confident and bright.

The day when match began,

We crossed our fingers and hands

Prayed god to support us throughout,

Lest we should not get all out.

For us, it was a final match,

We won toss and chose to bat

Crowds cheered our names aloud,

That made us feel very proud.

Our ultimate aim- to win,

For our motherland and kin

To let our national flag fly high,

Among all other nations, in the sky.

Target was set to 320 runs,

Because of our Batsmen in right form

It was quite satisfactory,

Hoped that they wouldn’t chase easily.

Now, it was a turn of our bowlers,

To swing and accordingly bowl

Initially they didn’t perform well,

We all got very tensed and failed.

With arrival of an experienced bowler,

Bowled three batsmen in a row

That developed confidence in us,

To win our match in another blow.

Finally we succeeded in winning,

Faces of our fans were shining

It was a winning moment,

We celebrated this success in the end.

Sweta Sarangi

3.3.2015

#96 Analysis

Analysis

Introspecting into myself

At the hour of dawn

To delve deeper into the

Existence of my own

As I find that

Life is long

And so is the list

Of tasks to be performed

Life is unique

Given to everyone as a gift

Which requires not to be

Wasted in mundane activities.

After the moments of rise

Came the moments of fall

Amidst all turbulences

To make me stand tall.

Several uncountable trials

One after the other

To estimate the level of

Agility, patience and vigour.

Everything has a purpose

Which may appear with a gust of a wind

To test the maturity of mind

To transform into unique kind. 

How grateful I’m

To be alive

To experience

Each moment of this life.

Blessed I’m certainly

To be under God’s grace

As each thing has been put

Perfectly in its own place.

Swati Sarangi

1.04.2015