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Monday, April 20, 2009
To Mentos, with love
This is for Mentos , Arafat Rashid: My best friend since childhood... your friend till elephants grow suitcases instead of trunks. Lots of love, Orbit- Zothanpuii Varte (And the poem is in Green.. coz green somehow just reminds me of you. and you were in Condors :D )
To mentos, With Love :)
I was in grade five then
Christmas a few weeks away.
The next day would be our last day at dorms,
Before we went home for our vacations.
If you looked out of the window,
A white Christmas seemed to be far away.
Children outside were playing tag
Or just sitting out in the cold.
Inside it was warm,
Near the fireplace were my roommates
Singing Christmas carols at the top of their voices.
Near the window were the presents,
Carefully wrapped by the “angels” for their “mortals.”
At the centre was my best friend
Playing carom board with the guys.
He looked at me and passed a big smile.
A smile I’ll never forget.
A smile I haven’t forgotten.
Arafat wasn’t very healthy,
So his parents thought that he might do well in England.
He was leaving Woodstock.
He was leaving me.
Then, it hit me real hard
That it was our last Christmas together.
He would never be there to irritate me,
He’d never be there to hang out with me.
He was going away, to a far off place,
To think of it, broke my heart.
Would he still be my best friend?
Would he still be my partner in mischief?
Would he remember me at all?
I was hypnotized with these questions
Ringing loudly in my mind.
Maybe he read it on my face
And that’s when he came and tickled me.
Putting my questions away,
For the last time, we laughed like there was no tomorrow.
No wonder they say, “Partings are heartbreaks no one can heal”
Because even though it’s been several years since that Christmas,
It still hurts that he left.



woke up @09:42
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
My nakalchi bandar
I'm so glad that I am an aunt! My neice, Nunfeli was home with us for a few days. She left today. I miss her so much!
After a tired day at work, coming home to a smiling two year old, who's happy to see you just makes your tiredness disappear! Last night, both us were dancing, to Desi Girl. The song goes like this "Who's the hottest girl in the world,? my desi girl, my desi girl" I changed it to "Who's the cutest girl in the world? My nunfeli, my nunfeli" and we just danced for like some 10 minutes! and then, she got really hyper when we turned on the ac, she went and blew her face against the ac, and then came rushing, and we started boxing! she just makes me laugh. As little as she is... she's very clever. You cannot fool her. She heard her mom call me papuii, for a few hours after that I was no longer Ani (meaning paternal aunt) but papuii! We went to the park, and bathed in the sandpit, she swung on the swing, slid on the slide, and both us hung on the hanging merry go round. We watched the "sound of music" endless number of times, ate ice-cream and chips, clicked pictures, played with water and did a lot of other things! I love being an aunt. The joy when she calls me Ani, kisses me on my cheek, hugs me, says "goongite", "thenku", "pliz", throws me flying kisses, and seeing her face just light up when I buy her a "sweet" (candy)cannot just be described in words, its felt. I love my neice, Nunfeli and miss her alot.

woke up @09:10
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The year gone by
My first year at law school has come to an end. When I look back from here, there are a lot of memories, happy and sad. After we learnt that I had gotten through CLAT, and would join NUJS, I was very mad, and hurt. I did not want to leave Delhi, my home- where my family and friends were, my comfort zone. I remember my best friends, Ayu, Megha and Chowgi, coming home and spending my last day with me. They helped me pack, then we went out for late evening lunch cum snacks. When we reached Calcutta I hated my college. I wanted to take the first flight back home and never ever return to NUJS again. I was really mad that my dream of studying law was taking form. I wanted someone who would be more grateful to come and study in my place. But with time, I learnt to accept and adjust. I just can’t believe that my first year has gone by! So much has happened- I played in a football team, helped organize the Amazing Race, and 17 other events at our college fest, sang “A whole new world”, cut 3 cakes on my birthday! (two chocolate and one blueberry cheesecake :D ) Fell ill for nearly a month, got a very cooperative and friendly roommate and neighbour, played holi for the first time, danced at the college fest, went for concerts, and a lot of other things, but above all, formed deep friendship with a lot of college people who are now my friends, who mean a lot to me- without who’s friendship, my first year would have been really boring. I will not name anyone for fear that I may miss out names. Moreover, you all know who you are, so thank you guys!! Our Destiny is to finish five years at law school and with friends like you, the journey will definitely be adventurous and definitely not lonesome! My family, church (SDC) ,CT, and friends from church and from school and outside, without who’s endless prayers, support, love and phone calls, it would have been difficult to travel the road.
In all this, I have learnt a greater lesson, a lesson greater than adjustment and friendship, and that is to depend on God for everything. Earlier, I was in my comfort zone, everything was easy. Going to church, that came easily, volunteering at Sunday School, youth group, all of it was easy. I knew people and people knew me. In many ways, it was very easy to be close to God, and making decisions, under the supervision of my parents was also very easy. But when I was left on my own, what I took for granted, became very clear. Going to church, volunteering, quiet times and sticking close to God. At first, it seemed that God resided only in Delhi, but now, today, I have learnt to trust him and depend on him. I like to think that I was placed in Calcutta, not only to study law, but also deepen my bond with God. To really learn to know what it is to depend on him for not only the big issues but also for issues which I earlier thought I did on my own strength and also to grow in my faith and tell people of this glorious God who has done wonders and sacrificed his own son, because He loved us so much and hated sin, and the only punishment for sin being death, he sent his son to die on the cross, to take our sin on his shoulder, and die in our place, so we may be saved and have eternal life. Not only did Jesus die, he was also resurrected! All I can say is we have hope! Paul writes, that with Christ’s resurrection, we have hope that we too will be resurrected one day! God’s love is so amazing that it still surpasses my understanding even today.

woke up @23:08
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About me

Hey! I'm Zoe and Welcome to my blog. About me: I'm a Mizo brought up in north India. I am a student of law at NUJS and want to specialize in Human Rights law some day. I like reading, and writing. Dreamer. Prayerful. Loyal. Love children(am the biggest fan of 2 year olds, and 2 4year olds). Love Dogs. Believe in Love. Love the Colour Blue. In these pages: thoughts. experience. memories. A little bit of me!
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