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Hi Guys,

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Parth

Why Student Library?

The Literary and Debating Club in association with the Student Council, NITW is taking the initiative to launch Student Library, a library for the students, by the students. :)

Similar efforts in previous years were not successful due to lack of will and insufficient funds. But we are confident we can make a new start. In the recent past, the Student Council has performed well by responding to student issues with respect to facilities in the hostels. It is our hope that we can take it a notch higher by catering to the needs of students by starting reading rooms and library in all the major hostels of our campus.

Similar systems exist in IITs and some of the other NITs. It is our firm belief that for our college to be counted as one of the best in India, it should cater to the all round development of students and encourage reading among students. Even though we have a very well stocked Central Library, students aren't exposed to much besides technical literature.

An alumnus from the 1984 batch lamented that students don't read enough in college. From his own experience he said he wished he had spent more time reading about economics, business and other subjects to prepare him for life beyond college.

Student Library is a step in that direction and much more. Needless to say that any initiative of this magnitude requires the support and cooperation of everybody in college. We appeal to the students to donate and join the library.

Let's make this happen... cheers!

BILLET DOUX

You came into my life in the most unexpected way,

And left me with no words to say.

Didn’t accept you at the first go,

But then it seemed that our story died long ago.

Then came a period of dormancy,

Wherein, I liked Edward and you Nancy.

Pretence of “moving on” I had started,

With my raving feelings everyday I combated.

Misconceived notions, the emotions; the concoction I prepared,

For a change ,didn’t know for the better or worse, I dared...

Pointless yet binding,

Superfluous yet satisfying,

Denying yet agreeing,

Colliding yet caring,

Striking just to stumble,

Yelling but meaning to mumble..

It was a confusing but trussing time.

Where I saw your other side,

Wondering for how long will I have to abide.

Something happened one day,

For which, the price I still have to pay...;)

You were doing something to me,

A kismet for which I was whimsically eccentric about...

Your coup-de-grace mollified me,

Femme fatale understood her faux pas.

It was time for the gamine to decide,

Leaving all her plans aside.

The new moon brought with it,

My submergence into the waters of love that flowed,

Whirl in the turbulence –yes, that’s exactly what I did.

A slight fear persisted in you,

The next day when you didn’t have a clue,

Of what mind set I would be in,

Trust me, this time to ego I didn’t give in.

Listened to my heart,

This was a fresh start.

With a higher understanding,

The twinges were healing,

O yes! I was feeling..

That this would last

Till the ship sinks until the very mast...

Contributed by
Sejal Chauhan, 3/4 B.Tech ECE

There is hope still

It's been so long since
I stole you away...
Into a world of quietude,
free from blemishes and insinuation.

A place where bereft hearts unite,
words don't cut like a knife,
eyes aren't red with tears,
no regret,no ill-will,no pretense!

But alas! We recede.
Hide behind veils,silently suffering.
Turning our backs to each other,
Slowly losing faith!

Let us break free,my beloved,
leave the dark days behind
and live the dream we share.
Your haven will be in my arms,
your soft touch...my panacea,
your tender love..my intoxication!

- Contributed  by
Amitanshu Mishra 
4/4 B.Tech,CSE

Caught between the Moon and New York City

Its been a while,

I felt the wind yearn for the pollen in the sky,

Im getting the feeling of wood,

And, before I whither, I should.

Where the wasted piss,

where the homeless sleep,

at my feet,

the rent is cheap.

I flaunt no swagger,

Damn! i yield no dagger,

With no eyes,

there is none, i can despise.

Not far way,

Grows the flora,

gentle and slender twigs,

make me fonder,

Branching out hither,

getting closer to touch my leaves,

but the sun grows her away,

Left out in ache and heaves.

- Contributed by Jonathan Furtado

4/4 BTech Chem