Charismatic Addy

Pictures

2007-05-02T10:26:00.000-07:00

The Man U Element

Man U emerged as the winner of 2006 6 on 6 tournament.

(Saqib with Urmi at the garden)

Yo Man!

Me Ready to be thrown in the pool..(At Neeti's garden in Barka)

पूल में गिरने की तय्यारी।

Google

2007-05-02T08:33:00.000-07:00

Google.Inc has introduced the new Hindi translation system to help us spread this Language.

For Our Hindi Readers,

मेरा नाम अदनान है, और मैं भारतीय विद्यालय मस्कट में पढता हूँ। मेरी उर्म १६ साल है और मुझे दोस्त बनाना अच लगता है।में कश्मीर का रहने वाला हूँ।मुझे जीवन मैं एक सफल फूत्बल्लार बनना है।
जब तक जीवन मैं सफलता नही है, तबतक जीवन मैं कुछ भी नही है।
मैं इसी में अपना विश्वास बनाए रखता हूँ।

Know Me Better..

2007-05-01T10:59:00.000-07:00

INDIAN SCHOOL MUSCAT

(ADDY)

Well this was our skool's first attemp to introduce the DIGITAL TRAINING SYSTEM....n it was MY FIRST ATTEMPT TO ADVERTISE ON IT!!

Now it's time to stop the blog development for today.

Two Divine

2007-05-01T10:53:00.000-07:00

Path Of Light

Beyond me lies the empty space,
No trace of light I can see.
For I am trapped in this lonely place,
No sign of my destiny!

All alone I lie in this trap,
Or is someone else with me?
A place which doesn't exist on the map!
Who here would like to be.

The only wrong I ever did,
Has left me alone surrounded by sea.
I have seen this darkness since I was a kid,
I wish it wasn't me.

Suddenly, I see a path of light,
Which long ago as a kid, I should have seen.
At last I have it in my sight,
But no sign of my destiny!

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Lovable Theme

Shocked was I when I saw her for the first time,
She didn’t mind looking at me back even once
My mind went into different thoughts, had I committed crime,
I had felt in love, her every attractive look stuns.

Never had I seen such a beauty before,
Seems like never would I see such again in my entire life
Her image remained in my heart, deep within its core,
Every stunning look of hers was even sharper than a knife.

Any reason to talk to her would do,
I just wanted to hear her sweet voice
Time was passing by, as would a Loo,
I thought she stayed there for me, to add up to my rejoice.

My heart pounding as fast as could,
Her short and blonde hair made me crazy
My feet began pushing them towards her, as would,
But I looking at her, like someone really lazy.

I went up to her and she stared back,
Cold sweat drenched me, was all over my face
Her heart was the thing my heart wanted to hack,
It just felt to open its case.

Slowly and slowly we became great friends,
I realized that even she loved, as much as I
Together we went out, did all kinds of trends,
All the time we were together, time just seemed to fly.

We loved each other so much, that we couldn’t go the other ways,
But life continues on like a maze
With all the difficulties which we have to face,
I had lost her, just lost everything I hit
But she still remains in my heart, deep within it.

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Take your time..

2007-05-01T10:44:00.000-07:00

Cycle of Seasons

As the new day dawns, starts the new year,
People all around the world celebrate this day
Is cold in the North and warmer in the Southern Hemisphere,
All of them on this day are happy and gay.

Each day passes, rather slowly than being swift,
In the northernmost part, life becomes hard and tough
But in the south, weather at this time is a god’s gift,
In the north, the climate is harsh and rough.

Come February, and the times change a little,
The intense cold in the north becomes calm and kind
As January has passed, the condition of the people has been brittle,
Out of this condition, their own way they have to find.

As this month promises to provide a bit of relief from the cold,
Times similarly start changing in the south
They themselves prepare to get bold,
As winter now approaches them, without doubt.

And then comes March, a new season,
Just one month left for spring in the North
People there have a new life to begin, for they have a reason,
The season goes back and forth.

O spring! April arrives,
Flowers bloom, nature in the north appears beautiful
Winter strikes in the south, the people there thrive,
The earth appears to act ironical.

In the north, it’s the most beautiful time of the year,
But in the south it becomes equally worst
There, the people chant Dear O’ dear!
For it is what happens, when due to sadness, someone wants to burst.

But the joy in the North isn’t for long,
As the next month diminishes the happiness
Comes summer chanting a song,
Giving a warning of its approach, a worldly mess.

The land begins to heat up, it’s May,
The plants begin to dry,
Conditions becomes bad day by day,
They pray to thy!

June, July, both show same signs unchanged,
Hot in the north, but colder down
Over a very long range,
When they end, the leaves dry brown.

So comes autumn, the leaves shed,
Spring in the south, trees get their leaves growing
The trees in the north seem upset,
But back in south, the farmers begin sowing.

Three months pass, and again the winter raids,
November it is, spring in the south has gone
And when the month December fade’s,
This cycle of season, continues to go on.

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Touching Deep

2007-05-01T10:37:00.000-07:00

Evil Environment

When the nature looses its beauty,
When there is dullness all around
The trees strike back to perform their duty,
Seems like whispering between them a patriotic sound.

When the sea refuses to reflect the skies bluish color,
And the land doesn't reflect the sun's light
The nature appears dull that the duller,
And after a long wait, comes oozing in the much awaited night.

The night passes by as would a gentle breeze,
Back comes the mysterious day
Everyone wanting to lie down at ease,
At the nearest ever bay.

All the humans on earth confused,
All the fauna and flora dying
All the resources being made to use,
Seems as if the nature is death defying.

The sun blazing its heat on the land,
The trees trying to provide relief
The sea on the other hand,
Bubbling out at the reef.

Everyone's mind lost in this intense heat,
Not much to talk about, except the scenic scent
No one wanting to get up back on their feet,
A punishment thundered by the 'EVIL ENVIRONMENT'

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Mystic River

Beyond this space, between the valley,
Ran down the hill an overflowing river
Whatever it hit, took it in its rally,
To a land no one has been to, and will never.

The sound of its flow, a tremendous gush,
Overflowing with its sound was this place
Moving as fast as it could, with a rush
Who could have wondered it had a race?

The air slowly turned misty and chilly,
Not one could have wondered was it danger
In this place, peculiar and hilly,
It could be, if you knew nothing and were a stranger.

The clouds turned black, the angry nature,
The river turned fierce in this weather
Could any one survive here, any creature?
Or would he be left to sorrow on his left over feather.

All you could think of was to somehow get out,
Or be lost in this valley, so to return never
In this land, where nothing would sprout,
The happenings of the ‘MYSTIC RIVER’

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

A Night out

It was something terrible, I guess,
A Lonely night, all alone, I confess
Doomed in this dark, my misfortune,
Creepy creatures dwindling on their tune.

Every time I moved a step closer to that thing,
Strange voices beneath me, would ring
Lost in this shadowy mist was I,
I had every reason to feel scared, as strange shadows passed by.

Surely, this was my first experience in this terror,
Faces of the creatures, a thousands in the mirror
Everywhere I looked, strange appearances in my sight,
How scared was I, I was sweating in this chilly night.

Then in a moment, everything dissolved near my eyes,
I could see nothing, but the raging of the skies
I thought, was this the end of man kind?
This misty night and the chilled air, just made me blind.

As I approached that little familiar cave,
I stood for a moment shocked
Made for me was that grave,
Long ago, in which, forever I was locked.

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Poetic Pen

2007-05-01T09:43:00.000-07:00

Mystery

One thing that always troubled me from childhood,
Destroying my mental strength and peace.
Ignoring everything that I could,
But now I want to gain everything back,No option then to cease.

For all the benefits that life gave me,
Not all were as wonderful, as should.
But it all was destined to be,
As right as could.

Some incidents shook me up,
While some calmed me down,
I was always on my knee.
Strange things that made me a clown,
Not realizing how beautiful life can be.

The biggest mistake I ever made,
Not realizing that life could soon be history.
Traveling towards the end of life, to fade,
These things in my mind will always remain a mystery!

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

Kashmir::(God's Own Paradise)

A place where the green essence is smelt,
Where the birds chirp day and night
The presence of someone really special is felt,
In this place at great height.

Where the river flows between the mountains,
The trees keep growing on
The valley is decorated, imaginary fountains,
The memory in your mind will never be gone.

Where the plants dance in the wild breeze,
They sing the song back to you
A place where you can lie down at ease,
On your back, simply admiring the blue.

Snow-capped peaks reflect the sun’s light,
As they melt, they flow down the slope
And keep flowing down till night,
Joining the brimming brook is their last hope.

This place feels like home, where you can have a great time,
What you earn is an experience really special and nice
All the time you spend here is chanting a rhyme,
This place is also known as the God’s Own Paradise.

Copyright ©2006 Adnan Bashir Bhat

My World Of Charisma

2007-05-01T09:27:00.000-07:00

:::Something about me:::

I'm born in Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India. I am a kid who is BASIC. My aim in life is to achieve something more than what others have done....well if not exactly that but atleast be on par with them.

I am currently living in Muscat, Oman and am studying at ISM, in grade XI.

3 points about me which help people knowing me better:

1. Serious at times, but funny in nature.

2. My game would always remain, FOOTBALL!

3. Poetic in nature.