Dayz @ ILP

Sometimes life isn’t moves as the way we like…and sometimes the words just spurts of the mouth even though one don’t like to speak…and few times the pen just dances defying our own emotions…
Yes, the Life here at ILP (Tcs training) is extremely torturous and boring…Right from waking up in the dawn at 6 to crashing off at night at 10 the heart n mind just crave to get freed from this prison…Each n every day starts reckoning on the number of days remaining for the completion of ILP…
But then my mind summons my instinct…the spiritual lessons that I ones learned…my heart and minds redirects me to the Omen… The omen of joy… The omen of living the life… The omen that the bad time awaits a Bliss…
In the hanker of the same omen I am still the same…I have jotted down this very poem or SO CALLED POEM coz its against my actual sentiments…but again this is the mind which sometimes acts against ones desire…This poem is just meant to make its presence in a competition at ILP…


A tiny minuscule seed
that was ones supple and fragile,
has now emerged to a huge tree.
That grows season by season.
TCS is that very tree and
ILP is its root of strong foundation.

As the seed ones fragile, so is our mind.
Instilled with theories galore,
needs a t ouch of professional kind.
In the garden of learning at ILP,
the instructor plants the seed
Of patience Of technology and Lifeskills.
By and by the seeds fructify and makes lucrative deals.

Situated afar from hustle and bustle
in a canopy of absolute tranquility.
Where the peacocks haunt and makes
the environs drenched in serenity.
Here at this beautiful place.
rookies hailing from different cultures unite,
shed their college traits and clad in
professional suites shines bright.

In ILP learning is not toil,
but an act of enjoyable discussions,
unlike the college days of experimentation and observations.
A tryst with the new friends, place and people,
it camoflouage the past and unleash a promising future...

But one day,
ILP will call it a day !!!
And emanate a nostalgic aroma
that will confront
to cherish these beautiful bygone day…