A tribute to the essence of enigma

I asked god to send a soul, the blessed one
He sent me an angel, that also the chosen one

With eyes full of magnificance and words full of gratitude
Hands full of generosity and mind full of positive attitude

With freshness as of the morning sun
She transformed me from a boy to a human

She made me realise the importance of intent
She made me maximise the opportunities that god sent

The amount of faith and affections that she put in me
Ensured that I climbed the ladder of success with glee

That angel is you, oh teacher, that blessed soul is you
One whom i can't thank enough, that enigma is you

Your place is irreplacable, divine is your life grain
Please accept my regards, and bless my soul once again

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On another note, Happy Independance day to me, this is my first independance day sans the burden of books and the pressure of good marks!

(I wrote this poem for my friend DON, as a part of his activity in school, so the credit for igniting the fuel for penning down these words goes to him.)

Boy-caught

I don't think guys will laugh much on this incident, anyways, here goes.

Few years ago, one fine day(these days it seems that all days are fine when you are at home), I was talking to my neighbours, both girls, one senior to me and the other junior. We were discussing about our schools, and after sometime touched the topic of our respective maths teachers.

We started discussing the similarities between them. Their teacher, a male, was the vice-principal of the school. My teacher, a female, was also the vice-principal of the school. She used to give preference to students who used to take tutions from her, and same was the case with their teacher. Also, he literally used to harass students not taking tutions from him, and similar case was with my teacher also. Both used to refer a particular book extensively and were the most discussed teacher among their fellow students.

Then the girl who was junior to me told the other girl that sir's wife has a boycut. Hearing this, I said that my teacher's husband also has a boycut.