everything else that happens apart from everything else

Work situation at BoB

2011-08-17T01:47:00.001+05:30

अपने दिल में एक सिपाही का हौंसला लिए बढे जा रहे हैं
नही है बंदूक पर हाथ में लकडी की तलवार लिए जा रहे हैं
तैरना सीखने आये थे यहां
सांस रोक कर समंदर के नीचे चले जा रहे हैं

Moments

2010-07-17T01:14:00.000+05:30

There you go. With this poem I have officially joined the league of the hopelessly romantic. Please don't ask me "who is the girl" in this blog, as there isn't anyone. Well, not anyone in particular anyways ;)
And I am very much single while posting this one...

I am alive in those moments of Fantasy

When, like everyone else in the room,
my eyes were fixed on the speaker
but my mind was with you, sitting in front of me
imagining what would it be like
to braid your long flowing hair

When you spoke to me for the first time outside the cafeteria
and I was nodding and grinning foolishly, awestruck
and I expected to hear flutes and birds chirping when you spoke
But heard trumpets instead, like a dance group in a musical
while trying so hard not to think about kissing you right there

When you went on and on about how much you love him
and I was trying to force a smile
while burning up inside, almost shivering with rage
while devicing imaginary punishments to "him"
and simultaneously magically making everyone else in this world disappear

I am alive in those those moments of reality

When we reached our destination,
and you were still asleep on the back seat, sitting next to me
and when I couldn't help thinking how innocent you looked then
and took some time before I held out my hand to wake you up
And while being half asleep, you took my hand
held it for the first time, and embraced it

When you took a small detour from work to meet me during lunch
And I asked you in front of your colleague if I could pull your cheeks,
And I went ahead even when you said no

When watching the movie Blissfully,
I was eating popcorn, from your hands
Hoping that this moment never ends

When we argued in the middle of the road
over such a small thing that I don't even remember
But do remember wondering if it was better if I hadn't met you at all
And then spending the next 4 hours alone, restless
before patching up over the phone again

When I thought long and hard on what to present you
On your birthday, it was the first one knowing you
And I could come up with only an earring,
that even I knew didn't look great,
but you wore it proudly and even flaunted it for a week

When before I met you, "strong attachments", "expectations" and "impossible separation"
were only big words that I thought only crazy people used
until I had to leave you for a whole year
and I choked and couldn't speak for a whole day

I am alive in those moments to go back to

When you used to call me occasionally late at night
to share nothing really important
and sometimes your mom used to scold you
and you used to try your best to avoid embarrassment

When I still read our emails, now a few years old
and laugh on the silliness, on how immature we were
on the stupid topics of our conversations
on our preposterous dreams

When the affection between us was only beginning to show
When sparks were only beginning to flow
When they never wished that together we would stay
Who could have imagined we would come all the way

Beautiful

2010-04-26T04:03:00.002+05:30

Beautiful

"Do you know you're beautiful...You are, yes you are, yes you are" - Sarah Brightman (video)

Simple is beautiful. Mightier and more profound than the complex.
Light has more essence than the heavy.
And the innocent lives more life than the manipulating.

One fisherman's boat on the sea,
made of one piece of log
Only two paddle rows,
No motor and no cog

One glass of pure water
No bubbles, caffeine or sugar
One flute of absolute harmony with few holes
No melange of orchestra to confuse souls

White, Red, Yellow, or Purple
but natural rose petal
Dry, wet, curled or stiff
but a fresh green leaf

No email, No wallpost, No scrap
One embrace, locking the back
No email and no sms
One touch with love, one caress

Until I met a man who had no feet

2009-12-26T23:15:00.001+05:30

आँखें बंद थी तो लगता था दुनिया मे सिर्फ़ हम हैं
सब खुश हैं और सिर्फ़ हमे दर्द और गम हैं
आँख खुली तो दिखा की किसी और की आँखे नम हैं
हमारा तो सिर्फ़ खिलौना टूटा, निकल तो रहा तुम्हारा दम है

Tides

2009-09-05T18:28:00.000+05:30

Tides in, Tides out
Tides far and about
Tides on earth, from the moon
Tides of the mind and heart no soon

Creating everything out of nothing
Making nothing out of everything
Moulding, shaping, shifting, relocating
Inspiring, depressing, motivating, swinging

Cyclical like the moon
Eccentric a-la-lune
Moon pulls sea water out of earth
and blood out of heads which hurt

High flood of emotions
Extreme fondness and affection
followed by withdrawal
of apathy, ignorance, et-al

Stages

2009-03-02T16:50:00.001+05:30

You are jovial
You are cheerful
You are bubbly
I like You

You are helpful
You are caring
You are patient
I think we are more than friends

You are unique
You are crazy
You are silly
I think I love you

We are similar
We think about each other
We do things together
I can't live without you

You are so mean
You are so inconsiderate
You only think about yourself
I hate you

But we are so used to each other
We have to do so much
We have a future together
I will stick with you forever

Incredible India!

2008-12-15T02:51:00.002+05:30

Grey mist homogeneously spreads
Like butter on hot toast bread
Willows and Junipers draped in it.
Brown heads and shoulders shaped in it.

Green thick grass carpet spreads down
Below the lush valley, like an evening gown.
Rays of sun cut not through monsoon clouds.
Shrieks of joy present among the absent crowd.

Elation pure amidst beeches.
Elation even sensing leeches.
To cross rocks & roots; a struggle.
Stumble down to stumble upon a gurgle.

The crystal cool water that washes the shores
Magically clears the souls so pure
and destroys the superficial complex layers
of behaviour and transforms into prayers.

And becomes a carefree child again
And fills the gap between us again
No make up remains on either face
And will be happy to die in your embrace

Welcome to the world of Athena

2008-11-17T00:20:00.000+05:30

This was for the annual b school festival of JBIMS, year 2008

You have heard about the world of Athena
You are curious, want to experience the phenomenon
You have seen a glimpse of the magic of Her
You want to come, counter and conquer.

You have paid your fare to Charon
Your ferry He has led across Styx and Acheron
Cerberus has allowed you to enter the holy gates
So you find yourself inside the portals of JBIMS.

But you have to face the real test first
For now you face Rhadamanthus, Minos and Aeacus
These Demigods will judge your soul
Ask yourself, what strength of character you hold.

So they Judge you favourably, you have to win
And fight fairly in order to defeat your akin
For treasures are what awaits the brave
Awards like the blessed Elysian Fields to save!!!

Giving the context of the names mentioned above, according to Greek Mythology, the Styx is possibly the most important river of the underworld. It is the river of unbreakable oath by which the gods swear. Every soul is lead by Hermes to the entrance of the underworld and theferry across the Acheron, which is an extension of Styx.

Once across the rivers a resolute gate is guarded by Cerberus, the three headed Dog. It guards the Kingdom. Cerberus will allow everyone to enter but none to leave. The souls then appear before a panel of three judges forJudgement, Rhadamanthus, Minos I, and Aeacus. Only the good are the blessed, who go to Elysium for eternity.

Visions

2008-08-30T21:30:00.005+05:30

Whenever I hear the song "Callas went away", many of the following images form very clearly. Is it supernatural? Reincarnation?

Grey Stone Wall, moss laden.
Shallow stream flowing beside.
Sparkling white sand bank
Twinkling in the red sun.
Dry golden autumn leaves.
Purple blooming flowers.
Tapping sounds of hoofs
of the golden mare
surrounded by the sound of bird chirping.
Orange smoke rising in the distance
from the smith's workshop
accompanied by the faint clang of iron
and the echo of the holy bell.

Riding the faithful handsome beast.
Wearing a flowing white cape.
Under the flowing silky hair
carrying a composed, yet enthusiastic face.
Weathered by struggle against evil
yet glowing with positive energy.
The face of a woman.
The creator of life.
The nurturer of faith.
The propagator of Love.

Lancer

2008-08-20T23:21:00.002+05:30

"...and if you believe in God, it's because of the devil" - Enigma, MCMXC A.D.

Forewarning: If you are looking for inspiration and positivity, skip this one.

A robe covers it, darker than brown.
A morbid figure rides out the town.
On a black steed, a loyal handsome beast.
'Steelclash' shield in left hand, had a blood feast.

A hood ear to ear, hides the face inside.
The dark aura, it is the grim reaper personified.
But instead of the scythe, it is the lance.
Drenched in victory, moves in a proud trance.

Two bundles of skulls hang, a clutter they make.
A foul stench of death, trails in its wake.
Smoke rising from burning huts in twilight
sets the day, as it transits to night.

Concealed in the hiss, lies a crooked smile.
The toxic venom resides right to the bile.
The dark strength gathers the energy vile.
The river of flames and the blight spreads mile by mile.

-A negative poem on the behalf of Diablo

exalt

2008-08-11T21:46:00.002+05:30

When I need amusement,
When I need to express,
When I look to satiate myself,
It comes from the inside, I am inspired.

If it is about achievement,
If it is about following through a commitment,
If it is driven by social responsibility,
the lifeforce radiates energy, it inspires me.

I see a dream,
I want to fly,
I need wings,
I want out of the cocoon,
I am groping for inspiration.

There is a ray of light shining through the darkness,
A pulse of pure white energy.
A single cosmic string that flows through us.
We align ourselves, thus realise inspiration.

Mercury

2008-08-10T00:14:00.003+05:30

The Mercurial Energy of the mind with its ceaseless capacity of cyclic Creation, Sustenance, Dissolution... Always New, Always Different, Always Explosive, Always Amazing

5 for Fast
5 for friendly
5 for Trusting
5 for loving
5 for Child-like
5 for innocent
5 for Gentle
5 for creative
5 for Fickle
5 for non-committing
5 for Hot-tempered
5 for resilient
5 for Changing
5 for explorer
5 for Enterprising
5 for words
5 for Freedom

The outsiders: Part IV: The outsiders

2008-03-12T00:51:00.003+05:30

Prelude:
The planet depicts a reign of chaos. While the old enemies, Humans and Orcs are at each other's throats, the undead spirits, having formed a legion of their own are utilising this opportunity to fulfil the ambitions of the undead lords of the twisting nether. They still don't truely understand the higher purpose but they have successfully tricked the humans to assist them without their will. They did lose a few leaders while spreading the plague, which turned the afflicted humans into undeads, when the humans led by Arthas defeated them. But they took over his soul when he took up the quest of finding the "stone of orunthal" which was nothing but an evil charm. Now he is being used to lead their undead armies and to drive away the night elves from their warded forests. Despite their belief that this is only a war to conquer and rule the lands that they owned earlier, it is merely a distraction for the earth-dwelling races to fulfil a bigger purpose. The undead lords are merely using "divide and rule" strategem for a sinister plot. It unfolds thus:

The outsiders: Part IV: The outsiders

Young is this planet, and younger the dwelling pretenders;
for we have existed for long.
We are the original entities, we are the conquerors.
the mortal "history" is so wrong.

For eons have we been winning planets by the way of fight;
wiping out all traces of life so that the fire clan may flourish.
For eons was this planet in our sight;
Hibernating forces all this time to replenish.

You pointy ears may have forgotten that your "magic" is naught
but ours, because you stole the lessons from us.
It is nigh time to take it back what is saught.
It has come to haunt all of you dwellings, the curse.

We were held back the last time, which was eleven eons ago.
When there were demigods and dragons to help you.
You don't have the blessed hand of the spirits over you now, ergo,
death and defeat is inevitable, and you don't have a clue.

It has been so long that you forgot who is your true nemesis
your generations believe blindly that it is the other race.
You help us. Humans kull orcs, orcs murder elves.
While we close down and travel through space.

The stage is set, as your races' numbers dwindle.
The undead lords have resurrected our prisoners on your planet.
With the opening of the island portal, our hopes rekindle.
The only cognizant race, the pointy ears, too shall be in our stead.

As we come down on your planet in the midst of your battles.
We see you dumbstruck, as we seem"the rain of fire from the skies"
You lose grip and fall from your beasts' saddles.
As you see a might, that not only confuses you, but also flies.

Not hope, but fear and death is what we see in your eyes.
But fear not, for it will all be over before you
can comprehend the events and find truth from the lies.
We will win when we capture the core energy of the volcano.

The outsiders: Part III: The "ugly" race

2007-11-06T14:19:00.000+05:30

The darkness shall conquer the light
The Crypts shall spew demons from the Nether
The Blight shall be brought upon the thriving "life"
The Undead shall rule the foolish mortals

The eternal hiss will subdue the mortal hymns
The toxic matter will consume the ordinary
The dark lords will reign supreme
The strong will shall overcome all obstacles

The young warrior race is naught but our puppet
The chaos they spread unknowingly is naught but our plan
The rightfully theirs shall go back to the fire clan
The pretending races shall learn who are the true masters

The ignorant humans know not of our eons old history
The orcs know not that their will is controlled by us
The pointy ears are the ones who know
the purpose of the war we raged on them

The pretenders have existed for mere centuries
The true ones have been here forever
The pointy ears and the ignorant humans don't even know
That it's them who are the outsiders on this planet

The mortal human prince is on the dark side now
He is a puppet whom we control to fulfil the great ambition
Foolish mortal thought he was on a quest to find the stone of orunthal
But it was planted by us to control his mind, to kill his father, the ignorant "king"

The stage is set, for the Pointy ears and the Warrior clans are dying in clashes
The Orcs shall lead themselves to their doom at the dark island,
The planet will see its dark future soon, it knows not that it was but its past
The so called "outsiders" shall be welcomed by us, and the world shall be ours for the taking

The outsiders: Part II: The "bad" race

2007-11-06T03:38:00.000+05:30

Our synonymn? The "Warrior" race.
Our hymn? The Battle song of the Nagadra.
Our strength? Our strength.
Our weakness? Hitherto misconception about the axe-orc.
Our purpose to live? To defeat the others, to recapture our lost glory.
We find our solace in? The fact that Mercenaries are only performing their duty.
Our enemies? The Pinkskins, or as they call themselves, humans; the pointy ears; the fire clan, or as we shall call them, when we meet them, the outsiders.
Our leader? Thrall the giant rat rider with Grunt the Green-skinned Boar teeth.
Our dilemma? The prophecy of the Raven. To fight for our land captured by the Pinkskins or to play the exodus to escape our doom?
Our confidence? The blood running in our veins. That which has been passed to us will win the trickery of the magic that we cannot understand.
Our message? The Pinkskins have only pestered us and disrupted our rule with petty feuds in the past. The irritating ones could only damage our reputation with words, and they shall pay, for they fail to even handle their half lethal weapons.
Our course of action? That what our leaders tell us is a writing in stone.
Our past losses? Only strengthen our muscles and fuels our fire to shed more blood for victory.
We are connected with? The very rulers of the twisting Nethers. They will rule all the land. We find strength in our bitter Lineage. We have been taught only to fight. Our small ones are bathed in blood on their first day of life. We rule the Tunnels for now, we will rule the forests next. The scaly animals are in a pact with us. They will help us overthrow the pointy ears. Those worthless ones only boast of something they stole. They hide in burrows. The pointy ears will fall soon. Their false notion of ruling the lands will rust. The black warriors will humble the pretenders. We do not know their sin, but we will make them pay to the worthy ones.

Long ago our leaders passed upon us the message from the portals of the Horumin. We carry upon our strong shoulders the daunting task of fighting for glory. Of cleansing the land of all sinners. We have created strong peons who can melee better than Pinkskins. We have mastered the trade with the Fanatic nose beaked Goblins. Their mechanical things help us on our quest of dominance. Yet we keep losing our brilliant warriors to the distracting pointy eared pretenders from the west and the conniving Pinkskins from the east. Wonder if the two worthless races ever squared off against each other.

A big news awaits us as Thrall talks about gloomy days ahead. He believes the Prophecy, that binds us to a far off unknown land with strange Events and strange creatures of the fire, which he refers to as the outsiders. He says we should avoid our petty Pinkskin feuds and put all our might to reach the island. For it holds the key to our future. If we pass this test, it is ours for the taking. If we lose, it could be our last loss.

With only single minded dogged determination, tomorrow we set out to fulfil our destiny. Watch out Pinkskins, this could be the last time you have the honour of Fighting the true Warrior Clan

The outsiders: Part I: The "good" race

2007-11-06T02:05:00.000+05:30

This is the first part of a 5 part series. Hopefully this piece concludes one thing but keeps something hidden for the future.
Yes I have got inspired from the game and the lore of Warcraft-III ("Reign of Chaos", not the "The Frozen Throne" version; that I am unaware of), the book of Eragon (Just started reading) and the movie of The Lord of the Rings. But I hope I can introduce some originality in terms of ideas.

So here we go,

The outsiders: Part I: The "good" race

We are the keepers of the light.
We are the cultured ones.
We are the propagators of the Right.
We are the only "pure" race that has survived.

We have learnt only the best
We have taught some of the rest
Our own time-proven ways
Of scouting, mining, smithing, feeding, multiplying, protecting our own from all the outsiders.

We dwell on legends, of far off lands,
of striders who saw the black land, and the 6 limbed winged giants with scales,
of the "fair" race, the mythical tall lean pointed ears race,
of Elder Magic of all forms, but all still unfathomable to all.

We don't remember from where and whence our enemies, the orcs, came upon being
But we have fought them with blood ever since we got to know about them.
Over the frigid mountains of Andalaecia, across the luscious fields of Hanor,
Under the hot tunnels of Girith, oh but only to lose our best Paladin clans there.

We are not just warriors, but also the enlightened ones.
For we use our Fletched pens on our scrolls, and our Maces and shields alike.
We are not blood thirsty like those Orcs and Urgals and Ogres,
or those "Outsiders" that everyone talks about yet no one living has seen.

This land rightfully belongs to us,
despite what the lesser knowing mortals claim
For generations we have tilled this fertile valley
and for Eons have our lords reigned this bustling conglomeration.

We shall strive to do whatever it takes, to spread the light, the message,
to win the dark, the unknown, the extraordinary, the rightfully ours
No Son of a black monster is big enough, No Story of a winged giant is scary enough,
No Magical Forest is persuasive enough, to stop us from Wielding our sword

Diablo

2007-05-30T13:03:00.001+05:30

My first fully automated poem (directly typed, not written anywhere)
Keep guessing whats this all about

Free

Here I stand,
with all my life and my spiritual energy drained from me
and it happened not once but hundreds of times,
on this journey, that ends today, only for this day

Only reminiscence remains
of this enfeebling experience
because everything else is either destroyed or burnt up
and everything that lived on his will is rotting in its pool of blood

And there he lays, the lord of terror himself
He dropped not only his weapons but also his pride.
His kingdom, the entire hell, shook when he fell
and he was banished to where he came from

I remember the day when I came upon being,
carrying only a small shield in one hand, and a hand axe in the other,
two scrolls, one for the portal to town and one to identify something magical, in my sash,
four minor healing potions, and my biggest asset, my faith.

For I was called up from the mountains, to help the rogues
Trouble plagued the sisters and everyone living in the encampment
There was a certain foulplay, a certain evil which no one could explain
And it was taking life, of innocent human beings

I came for a little gold, and with a little thought to do good
But then my whole purpose of existing in this world changed
when Akara, the high priestess, gave me my first quest.
She asked me to get rid of the evil that was growing in a nearby den.

Never had I thought that I would see such horrid creatures
And never did I imagine I would confront the prime evils.
The creatures in the den were finished, and they taught me,
that what does not kill me, only makes me stronger.

I rescued my now best friend, deckard cain, from the clasp of evil
He helped me the most on this journey,
Lending me his immense knowledge, and helping me identify,
not only unknown magical items, but also my potential.

He told me that if the way to the eastern desert city of lut gholein is cleared,
trade can be reestablished between us and them,
Then I fought passionately against the monsters and the blacksmith
whose reclaimed horadric malus helped charsi imbue my greaves with magic

On my way here, I have fought many creatures of the dark
From dark ones to devilkin shamans, from misshapens and moon clans
to foul crows and burning dead archers, from undead scavengers and sabre cats,
to dead-raising elders and poisonous & freeze attacking claw vipers.

On my way here I have fought his minions,
like brutes, andariel, radamant, fire mages, duriel the stone skin,
sand and blood maggots, ulthirs, the stone smith, fetishes,
arachnes, venom lords, maw fiends, and the tortured soul of Izual the betrayor.

His hatred against me was intensified when I won against
his brother, mephisto, the lord of hatred,
and smashed his soulstone so that he doesn't reappear in this world again.
For that was when his plot of fooling us was demolished.

I had to face dirty politics of greedy people like gheed n elzix.
My sincerity and honesty were questioned when I was spending time inside
the harem of Jerhyn's palace, though I was only cleansing it of evil.
But I did win the heart of aatma, whose husband's and son's death I avenged.

I used the strength of shields like The ward, Steelclash, Havoc emblem,
and the protection usage of Demonhide sashes and plated belt of the mammoth.
I used rings like nagelring, eagle touch, stone spiral,
and amulets like angelic halo to help me on my ultimate quest.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I stood at the gates between hell and earth.
I had come all the way to a place called Pandamonium fortress
Which was the last bastion before his kingdom, and was made sacred by
the blood of thousands of holy knights of god, who died on the way to kill him.

I used Two handed swords, broad swords, and flamberges like demon sever.
To put an end to the misery of the Lake keepers and zakarumites,
I used mauls, hailstone scythes,and crowns like soul cowl.
And greaves like Vidala's fetlocks, and gauntlets like bitter fist and chance guards.

When I fought his mana draining specters opening the five seals inside the chaos sanctuary,
I could see that I was going to face him,
for he was running out of excuses to confront me, and running out of his minions,
He finally appeared, accepting my challenge, because I had made him do that.

The duel lasted an eternity, and shook, among everything, my biggest asset, my faith.
For he used terror among his weapons such as fire breath, freezing hands,
and his soul piercing shrill cry, and his expanding wall of flame.
I thought I would die and wanted to go back to the safety of home....

I had used up all the potions I had brought, and I was running out of strength,
and life, and options, for it was only one out of my ten dread-song-the-great-sword blows
that were making way to his acquired body.
But then I remembered.....

I remembered the faces of all the paladins and amazon warriors,
and sorceresses and necromancers, who had come here to do what I finally could do.
I could see them in a mode of prayer, I could see the faith they had in me, in their eyes.
That there will be no home to go back to, if I don't finish it now.

I mustered up and their faces doubled my courage.
With all my might and remaining life, I stunned him with a blow,
and without giving him a chance to recover, I gave out my battle cry.
It weakened his armour, and I could see it in his eyes.

He made his last effort, but my shield deflected it.
With the tip of my great sword, I finally put an end to his existence.
His horns had to make their way down to the blood drenched ground.
I know I couldn't save everyone, but I did give the remaining a chance to rebuild their lives, their homes and their faith.

TRANCE

2007-05-30T13:02:00.001+05:30

My passion......

TRANCE

The sun is shining brightly upon my face.
There are too many people pushing me in this place.
The wind keeps blowing in my hair,
but I don't care.

I've been stuck in traffic for twenty mins now,
I don't know where have I reached and how.
There's smoke and stench in the air,
but I don't care.

The bus has stopped moving,
but my body is still rocking,
That lady keeps staring at my closed eyes at every chance,
but I don't care, because I am in trance.

All I feel is the ambient energy,
All I hear is the turntable spinning at one-forty
beats per minute, as gifted by my
gods like chicane, ATB and BT.

In my veins, I can feel the rush of adrenaline,
when the music takes me to a deep world inside of me.
after which comes a surge of soothing morphine-like endorphine
when jan screams "reach out for me".

It is pure, it is resonant,
It is psychedelic, It brings reverie,
It results in a headrush, It is bohemian,
It is a bliss, It is ecstasy.

It is the state closest to meditation.
It is the state I want to be in all the seasons.
It is how I attain complete isolation.
Thank you artists, and my voice gods and godesses.

march 5 2006

Yes, I was there....

2007-05-30T13:00:00.000+05:30

This one holds a special place in a lot of my friends' hearts. Because the content is about the most beautiful time we spent in TCS. The Initial Learning Program, which was held in trivandrum. This is a little high context so perhaps not everyone will be able to associate with it.

Yes, I was there....

Where there were 4 coconut trees in every backyard
Temple's music instruments woke us up during onam mornings
where, to digest food, was very hard
Where we had TT, badminton & carrom sessions in the evenings

Where everyone could say "Good morning" in 3 foriegn tongues
And everyone addressed us as "chetta" or "chechi"
where milma milk shake & sharja were available in tonnes
We used to order it at 8 pm and get it at 8:40

Where outside food was very popular
'coz inside vegetables were made of coconut oil mostly
except the always in demand choco bar
and the coupon coffee we had on level 0 roof, happily

Where we used to throw paper around the class
or use them to write comments for fish pond
Feedback forms & project documents; we used to pass
with Gopal & Suresh, everyone sang at least 1 song

Lunch break was long, like the queues
In slot C everyone used to get sleepy
Where boys didn't go to the library for book issues
& in Reju's lectures, girls used to feel sweaty

Where on-pitch & on-stage efforts were appreciated
among hundreds of clappers during batch-leaving ceremonies
There were many tests in a short period, we felt being grated
Waking up late in night, we gave each other our company

Where we used to sit in a circle to sing
We wore casuals, positions varied on the hostel floor
We used to knock on everyone's door, for every small thing
We used to chat and play for hours, yet we always wanted more

Where we called Suresh transports thrice on fridays
Waited desperately for a strike or weekends
To reach back "home", we explored all the ways
Where we made close & lifelong friends

Friends with whom we used to share
our secrets, our desires, our passions & stories
Friends with whom we travelled everywhere,
danced at coffee beanz n did the laundries

Where 3 seas meet & a strong wind blows
Where saltwater becomes road & the beaches are long
Where over tea plantations, fresh water flows
Where indulging in nature never feels wrong

Where guys chased guys in night to give bumps on their birthdays
Where we had to remove our shirts & wear dhotis to enter a temple
Where our very first earnings, a company pays
Where we craved home food, yet ate in a hotel

Where inside class we played bond-building & evaluating games
Where meat, coffee, sun & rain were in plenty
Concrete jungle & techno jungle can never be the same
And never again in life can we be one/two over twenty

Words cannot tell how much I miss that place
Or my friends, whom I want to be with, still
These are the memories which the wave of time can't erase
That I will cherish, from the bottom of my heart, I know I will

Ironic

2007-05-30T12:59:00.001+05:30

Another one in the lines of non-rhymers: (Kinda reminds one of the song by alanis morissette by the same name)

why is your favourite t-shirt available only in xxl?
why is that bachelor-you-have-been-eyeing-on for so long, gay?
why is the question paper full of things you left for the last moment
and asks nothing about the chapter you have been mugging all day before?

ever wonder why the day remains perfect as long as you are inside,
and it starts pouring as soon as you plan to soak in the perfection?
or why does the cable union go on a strike on the very day
you took a sick leave to enjoy watching a game of cricket?

when you are sitting inside a giant wheel it feels like,
you would be rather in the wave pool giving out a scream.
maybe it feels like a table full of forks when
all you want is a spoon to finish your melting ice cream.

After you analyse the market graph in depth and invest in
your company of dreams, why is the whole town, from a scam, rocked?
Why does the motor company announce its discount on the range of cars
one week after you bought one from those stocked?

the bike skidded off and the rider suffered injuries to his head
the first time he forgot to wear his helmet
the computer professional saved the life of a hurt animal
because all his life he wanted to be a vet

perhaps only those drown who are afraid of the waters,
and only those catch diseases who take the most precautions,
maybe you get what you don't want, so that you want beyond what is up for offers,
and maybe life controls only those who take no controlling actions.

22 jan 2006

jab dard kahin aur se uthe (my first hindi/urdu one)

2007-05-30T12:58:00.003+05:30

jab dard kahin aur se uthe

vo hamari aadato ka mazaak udate hain
hone wale dost ko hamsafar samajhte hain
ek haseen lamhe ko dekhkar
zindagi bhar ka khwaab dikhate hain

har mauke par unke naam se chidhate hain
unke sambandh se gaana gaate hain
har lamhe ko tabaah karne ko daudte hain
kaam ke liye saath bhi nahi baithen dete hain

shayad vo khud bhi yahi chahate hain
dabi hui tamannao ko aur dabate hain
aur us anokhe-sanjog milan ke mauke ka
khwab dekhte hain, par hame vo lamha jeene nahi dete hain

I make you.....

2007-05-30T12:58:00.001+05:30

I Make You....

On one fine day, I set out,
to find out who are you
although experienced, but without
any clue, and perspective too.

You could be beauty, or joy;
you can be grace, or wonder.
You may be one fragile toy
or a path to tread on, or simply desire.

I derive that as I drive forth,
you are neither hunger nor satisfaction,
you are neither pain nor comfort.
You are definitely not salvation.

You are neither flame nor the wind,
there is no stance, nor innocence
in you, there is but essence.
You are not vicious, neither kind.

Not a concept, definitely not obscurity,
you are neither the search, nor its result,
You have neither warmth, nor enmity,
Associated with you - is neither motivation nor the guilt.

You are a biased treason,
oozing out power and lust.
For some, you are the reason,
being impartial and unjust.

Yet you are the hope, the freedom,
the knowledge, of honesty
or other wise. You demand fiefdom,
belief, envy, yet offer no treaty.

Inspite of this, I have faith in you.
You instill solace, and memory.
I search for the answers - and questions in you
for you are the perfect story.

And as deeper I foray,
into me; you are neither black
nor white, you are grey;
you are the tallest stack.

For you are neither teacher nor the taught,
neither intelligent nor played with.
Neither experience, nor realisation is fought.
Neither my id, nor ego is entertained with.

You are neither dream nor accomplishment
And I could be the force, the sum.
We are the journey, the achievement.
O life! You are what I am.

A Water Fountain

2007-05-30T12:56:00.001+05:30

I have given birth to this baby from the 26th of the april to the 28th.. The credit for the title goes to Amishi.

A Water Fountain....

There she stands, so serene, so befuddled
Sometimes in the arms of purity, thrown.
Sometimes isolated, sometimes huddled.
At times surrounded, but mostly alone.

She attracts all those who are thirsty,
for water, spirit or truth,
and never does one soul remain murky,
for she quenches from head to foot.

She has a story to tell,
She's no ordinary stimuli,
She's an archive, a distinct smell
of man's life, unwise and holy.

She stands on the literal 'royal' garden,
created by a sweet, honest endeavour.
On her shoulders she carries a burden
of man's sins, deeds and flavours.

For the people who are seeking solace,
She tells that it hasn't changed from
the times there were kings; the grace,
the beauty, the faith, the consortium.

Indeed, for those who can accept life,
she has a very different version to speak,
Yes it hasn't changed: The same strife,
the diplomacy, the beaurocracy, the slink.

There is a plethora to learn from her.
How not to desire, how to give.
How to distribute love, how to nurture.
How to flow through life, and how to live.

My stupidest poem, Isha sweets

2007-05-30T12:52:00.001+05:30

This is a poem that i wrote on 14th march, 2003. The situation was as such...I had asked setu to give me a topic on which i could write any poem. He started giving me the names of laila-majnu couples of my class. Obviously, i demanded him of a topic on which i need not be diplomatic. After all this, he couldn't come up with any better idea than a tiffin box that was lying there (it was used by the people to make a robot for our college tech fest). The tiffin box said, ISHA SWEETS. And then i came up with this in about 20 minutes...

ISHA SWEETS

When I told my friend,
that i went to buy a pen,
from a shop near Isha sweets,he said,
"Ya, Isha's sweet".

"Which Isha are you talking about?" I said
"Which one do you want to know?"
"The slim one, or the one with a pout,
I've seen you with both of them, you know".

"Maybe 'Isha' is an abbreviation for
I'm Supposed to Have All". He said.
"You've such a dirty mind, you dork"
What a bad remark, I made.

I thought he's becoming more of a crook
Although, it was true, what I heard
But he was talking of an Isha Publication book
Imagined him a jerk, he turned out to be a nerd.

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2007-05-22T03:39:00.000+05:30

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