Short Blog 

Short notice, education in India,(no fancy editing just plain speech ),a song or a poem.

Just a short blog. I don’t intend to bore you guys and girls.

My perspective of writing out words is not, not what I see from my bare naked eyes but what I observe from my mind.(I am sure its common, I am not trying to portray as I am something special bla bla, but I am common and may be commonest (if that words exist or not).

I may be not an accomplished person or may be lacking here and there(spare me for that ). 

I am not so regular here , I try to be but I don’t publish them all. Many post are unpublished I am not sure whether I will publish or not. (I dunno whether if anybody reads or not).

Lately I had my exams. Examination are so boring here in india. Like in Saudi Arabian examination students are served refreshments , cold drinks, snacks etc.

Education system in India is messing up day by day. Its due to corruption and bad politics and politicians.

Students suicides rates are increasing, depression among students etc. Most of Government schools  are messed up like hell. Private school and college is beyond the reach of poor and middle class students.(some don’t even think of that , like its out of their mind like manipal university no mediocre student think of even getting closer to it).

Nowadays people are getting hypocrites A.F. Like if you are in a company it’s so much so that even so called besties are not trustworthy at all. 

Definition of friends. Please someone change the definition of friends. You probably thinking I am gone mad. You know what go ahead. And thank me later. 

You will be commenting later “you are right so true”.
I wanted to write more but I stopped. Who cares? Like probably thinking why should I give him a view or likes. (Humane feelings). But I don’t care even if I help one people out of million I will be happy and contended. What if no body damn cares what you think? (Then I don’t know ,man or women ( I am not gender biased)).
Bye. (I hope I don’t waste your time). If I did sorry man /women. I don’t have money to give. I got no penny.(I am joking ).

BTW I want to end with this poem/song.(Don’t ever think I sang this song, If I would guys and girls I will not believe myself, I dont own this music and Belong to respective owner😇) 

I love when our school choirs sing this.

If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two, Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four,
Lord I’m 500 miles from my home.
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles
Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way.

If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Published by AQUIB

the unsung poet..

6 thoughts on “Short Blog 

  1. In the area of education. All stakeholders – government, parents, parastatals, private companies, and everyone should rise up to do something and improve the education system of a country where a great man like Ghandi came from.

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