JOINT BULLETIN By

Rotaract Club Of Poona South

&

Rotaract Club Of HR College

President:Rtr.Bhushan Unnarkar

Secretary:Rtr.Madhura Mahajan

Editor: Rtr.Harshada Gorhe

President:Rtr.Romeeta Sukhtankar

Secretary:Rtr.Dhwani Shah

Editor: Rtr.Junaid Khan &

Rtr.Yash Muthiyan

Greetings Leaders,

A warm welcome to Rotaract Club of H.R. College. We are more than happy to host them once again with the intention to increase the interaction with such a strong and well established club.

“Friendship through Fellowship” which is the main theme of Rotary is what we are planning to follow when we host them in Pune. This is the 3rd time we are forming sister club together and the last 2 visits are still fresh in my mind. I am sure that both the clubs will do some great projects together in the future strengthening the Rotaract Spirit.

Yours in Rotaract, Rtr Bhushan Unnarkar President R.C. Poona South

Hello Friends,

Poems - a few magical words put together to express what simple words can’t say and what better way to talk about poems than through a short verse describing them.

A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out. A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by. A rhythm, a rhyme, a moment caught in time. A moon, a star, a glimpse of who you are. I am really glad that we have joined hands once again with our Sister Club - Rotaract Club of Poona South and this time for an extremely special Joint bulletin on ‘Poems’. We hope to continue strengthening our bond with RC Poona South in the future with many more such endeavors.

Regards,Rtr Romeeta Sukhtankar

President,R.C. HR college

Presidential:

Food For Thought:

" You have no control over the day you were born nor the day you

die, BUT you do have control over what you did in between them."

!9th March 2011 Issue No. 09

Editorial:Hey!

First off, I am extremely pleased and delighted for writing this issue as this is the first Joint Bulletin. A warm welcome to our sister-club: R.C H.R. College, who are coming all the way from Mumbai,for sole reason of increasing friendship, interaction and carrying out some rock solid projects. “WELCOME GUYS!” 22nd March being World Poetry Day, we decided to have it as our ‘Theme’ for this issue. “Poems’ -they are rhythmical lines simply put together to speak out pocket-sized emotions. They leave you spellbound with their depth and also can inspire you. I would like to thank my fellow editors Junaid & Yash from R.C. H R College for making this bulletin materialize.I would also like to thanks all the members who sent some amazing poems! DO check the issue for wonderful poems, article on Holi and much more..! :) :) :) Regards,Rtr.Harshada Gorhe EditorR C Poona South

Warm Greetings, Poems are an indirect way of conveying the feelings and thoughts of stored within one's heart!!! It is a medium which let's a person express its feeling!!! Simple verses express a lot of emotions!!! They define the state of mind of the person...This joint bulletin with the Rotaract Club Of Poona South is surely one way to strengthen the bond between the two Sister clubs... It has been great working with Harshada and formulating this amazing poem bulletin... We hope to indulge in more interesting activities with The Rotaract Club Of Poona South and strive in the endeavors undertaken...! Regards,

Rtr.Junaid Khan &

Rtr.Yash ShahEditor,

R C H.R. College

POEMSMy Love

When I first saw you I thought, I never had a chance.I didn't even talk to you, Just looked with the quick glance.Then shortly after we began,To call and talk.Wanting to see each other,Even willing to walk.From the first time we got to hang out,I knew I loved you, without a doubt.You finally asked me ,to be yours and I said ok.I will never forget how happy,I was that day.Now we are together and,How this happened I don't know.But I do know that,

My stomach aches at the,Thought of us apart.It is only been a month, And You have stole my heart.You are the one I have ,Longed to find.Always thank god that,I can call you as mine.My love and care, is always for you.All I ask in relation,to love me too.I hope that we will ,Always be together.And the love we have will,Last forever.I love every thing about you…. please. Never change… -Rtr.Shrenik Shah Rotarct Club Of Poona South

Life is hard

When there's nowhere else to runOn one side is the deep sea, and on the other, the burning sunHe was stuck right in the epicenterHe was stuck there without her.

His life was like a spoilt global positioning systemThe curse had affected him.He was scared as he couldn't see any light.He screamt " Oh! What a lonely night".

Lions roared, dogs barked, donkeys brayed.In the chapels all the Archbishops prayed.This happened on that lonely night.When the man and his life had a fight.

A storm had hit the town,The rain started pouring down.The mud which was dry, turned wet,In this town where his life and he had met.

His life was as complicated as a kaleidoscope,He was living life only in hope,He tried finding strength in pain,But he failed again and again.

He wanted someone to refresh his broken mind,But no one could he find,And when he walked alone down the boulevard,He realised LIFE indeed IS HARD..

-Rtr. Amit Jethwani,Rotaract Club of H.R. Colllege

Angels

When lost in despair,Although it may only be a pair.These beings of light,Jump and take flight.

When everything seems all wrong,They begin to sing their song.They tear the veil of night,So you can see the light.

They will get rid of the hate,And help you through the gate.They give you a hand,Across the land.

People call them miracles,Others say Angels.Those beings from above,Who show us their love?

They wipe away our tears,And smash our fears.They hear us when we call,And catch us before we fall.

And when we die,They help us fly.To a place of love,To their Kingdom above.

Even if we can't see,Where they will be.When they hear our cries,They take to the skies.

When they are near,We need not fear.But if we run,They won't come.

These miracles,These Angels.Will be your friends,Till the bitter end.

-Rtr.Yash Muthiyan,Rotaract Club of H.R. College.

WHAT IS LIFE?

Life is not what you think it isIt is what you make it!It can be filled with happiness, if you wantBut can be filled with sorrows too,And if it is filled with these twoThen your life is the life of few!So always be happy for what you are,What you have and what you don’tBecause what you are and what you have,May not be owned by any rich person too!!! - Rtr.Saneeya Dhale Dist. Club Service Dir.

SHOULD I CRY???

There are those times,When you are left in awe.Everyone criticising me,That's all I saw.

Listening to everyone,Trying to be strong.Thinking about everything,Wondering where I went wrong.

Don't understand if this time,Is being faced just by me.The one phrase my mind repeats,I still want to break free.

Is this for my good?Is it breaking me down?Should I revert back?Or give a silent frown?

There are more questions,I still want to try.I constantly wonder and never understand,Dear mind, should I cry??? -Rtr. Rhea Kotak Rotaract Club of H.R. College

Critical acclaim of the garden of Proserpine

In The Garden of Proserpine the Garden becomes a symbol of death and extinction.

The poem expresses feelings of lassitude and satiety to make the inevitability of

death something to be accepted and even desired.

Not death itself, but rather the death-wish, is the theme of the poem. Proserpine is

seen as the goddess, not of death alone, but of all terminations, of all the 'minor

deaths' - of day, of love, of the seasons - which make life painful, yet without which

life would be unsupportable. It is, paradoxically, 'too much love of living' that has

produced this hymn in honour of death.

Swinburne's theme derives much of its power from the use of other parts of the

myth. For example, he contrasts the barren death-dealing Proserpine with the

Proserpine whose periodical return to earth signifies the rebirth of Spring.

Proserpine is thus represented as a 'belle dame sans merci', menacing, even

abhorrent, yet seductive and irresistible.

The motifs and images are repeated, and the poem's success depends upon these

repetitions. Swinburne uses the resources of language - musical, imaginative,

emotive - to evoke a mood. The soporific, even hypnotic, effect of the repetitions

perfectly matches the mood. There are, for instance, the repeated images of

flowers, leaves, fruit and corn which characterize both man's life on earth and the

Garden itself. The repetitions make for contrast: the fields of earth are green and

growing, whereas Proserpine's fields are 'fruitless' with 'no growth of moor or

coppice'. But the repetitions also make for parallels: if Proserpine's buds and leaves

are 'bloomless', earth too produces 'bloom buds of barren flowers'.

Repetition is also used for its sound-effect in such devices as anaphora, assonance

and, above all, alliteration. In the last three stanzas, sound and sense combine to

convey an exact impression of the impermanence of things which makes life

ultimately as barren as death.

Ha Ha HA....

Bob had been shopping downtown all day with his wife and four little children. They were all so tired, he decided to take a taxicab home. Approaching a cab driver, he demanded, “How much will you charge to drive us to the Bronx?”

“I figure $5 apiece for you and your wife,” said the driver. “I’ll take the four kids along for nothing.” Bob turned to his children and said, “Jump in kids, and have a nice ride home. Momma and I will take the subway.”

H .....O L A I H I.

Holi, or Holli , is a spring religious festival celebrated by Hindus. It is primarily observed in India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, and countries with large Indic diaspora populations, such as Suriname, Malaysia, Guyana, South Africa, Trinidad, United Kingdom, United States, Mauritius, and Fiji. In West Bengal and Orissa of India it is known as Dolyatra (Doul Jatra) or Basanta-Utsav ("spring festival"). The most celebrated Holi is that of the Braj region, in locations connected to the god Krishna: Mathura, Vrindavan, Nandagaon, and Barsana. These places have become tourist destinations during the festive season of Holi, which lasts here to up to sixteen days. The main day, Holi, also known as Dhuli Vandana in Sanskrit,also Dhulheti, Dhulandi or Dhulendi, is celebrated by people throwing coloured powder and coloured water at each other. Bonfires are lit the day before, also known as Holika Dahan (burning of Holika) or Chhoti Holi (little Holi). The bonfires are lit in memory of the miraculous escape that young Prahlad accomplished when Demoness Holika, sister of Hiranyakashipu, carried him into the fire. Holika was burnt but Prahlad, a staunch devotee of god Vishnu, escaped without any injuries due to his unshakable devotion. Holika Dahan is referred to as Kama Dahanam in South India. Holi is celebrated at the end of the winter season on the last full moon day of the lunar month Phalguna (February/March), (Phalgun Purnima), which usually falls in the later part of February or March.