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Abhi Zara gaur farmaya Hai Maine Zindagi par.....
Maujo main ek Umar zaya kardi,
Abhi Zara yaad si aayi Hain zimmedariyan mujhe,
Beparwaahi main ek Umar zaya kardi....$_!
Every morning when I wake up I can feel myself as I am the only child who is the most disgusting person on this planet.
Now the word disgusting because I wake up late. I am sort of a child who hasn't travelled on the road of my parents' expectations. Though I have no complaints from my parents for expecting me to be a successful person in my life because that expectation is their birth right as soon as they are born as parents.
As being an engineering student I have a tenure of four years for the so called masti which an engineering student can understand but I study too. Though the hard work never benefited me on my Mark sheets but still I believe that I have something in me for which I can call myself an engineer.
As the graduation clock turns 12 the hunt for the job has started.
An era of classroom turning to a memory,
The advices of friends now becoming a Treasury,
Knowing much than our own certificates,
Still being judged on the basis of the certificates.
And then there comes a time which about every engineer suffers I.e. the JOBLESSNESS. A chronical disease designed specifically for the engineers. I am a patient of this disease who is searching for a doctor.
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