Kreative Karan

Passions are often misconceived as dreams which one sees for his or her future. But in this journey of life all is not perfectly arranged and sometimes reality defeats passions, diverts interests and even sometimes change the very road of journey. This is the poem scribbling out exactly the same, #thelostpassion, which is re-found or re-discovered suddenly...

There is a place in Vadodara where only Fridays market opens and functions. Therefore name of this market is Shukravaari. Shukravaari contains poor sellers who sell mostly used things from pin to furniture, from circuit spare parts to mobiles in economical price...The market which opens up only on Friday gets widespread to 2 Kilometers on both side of roads, with heavy outcome of customers as well. Somehow I and my friend bumped into the market to buy few things...And here too, I could not resist but express my experience with poetry...Do bear with me (To know more about Shukravaari market: http://archive.indianexpress.com/…/old-is-gold-vete…/385146/ )

"From Cutie Punks to thunderous youth, from ABC- to Einstein's books- from adventures of competitions, to the world of studies and fun- from darkness to enlightenment, the pious place is only the school"! A place of innocence, enlightenment, fun, punishments, uniforms, masti, education and learning- A place which is immortal in a student's life; A place which molds one's future- is the school; the Vidyalaya .