Say It Right

Cos i dont want to share my burger dude! thats y!! :P

2010-06-30T09:55:00.000-07:00

So what exactly is the problem with a lone gal munching her burger in peace? I mean…cant she do that? Is it taboo?? And that too in broad daylight? Oh come on…it’s a free world…it all started with one of those famous hunger pangs of mine which I knew only a kfc chicken could satisfy :) so there I go…happily ordering a zinger and gleefully settling down in one of those two seaters (they should provide ‘single’ chairs too) and opening my burger snack box to take the first bite and then…. I get the ‘stares’, the occasional glances and the like…there was a group of 8 people sitting two tables across me and one girl from the group suddenly noticed me…her eyes widened (ok maybe that was a bit dramatic but anyways but am entitled to some drama) and she whispered something to her friends and suddenly I had 7 other heads turning towards to me, watching me as if I were some rare species (u know that avatar sort..) “well”, I thought, “ok so u are a group and am alone..as if that could spoil my appetite!” so I happily continued munching my burger only to realize that a lonely girl is not free to do that. I realized that there were people staring with me and it’s not those stares from young handsome guys..sigh..no..It was more from girls and golden oldies (you know those grey haired sorts…) A girl who was sitting with her date opposite to my table gave me a smirking look as if to say “look at poor you, all alone, oh! I pity you girls!”…one look at her date and I realized I was better off…then there was this bunch of golden oldies, 8 of them, (8 seems to be the number today!) who literally couldn’t take their eyes off me!! :D (I should be flattered I guess!!) every second, one of them had to turn to check whether I was still sitting alone or would somebody join me…I tried searching for one single girl at that place and lo! I did spot one! She was sitting with her tray and looking here and there (maybe she was searching for somebody like herself, I thought) and before I could wave at her and say “dear, you are not alone”, there comes her date…darn! That was when I noticed a guy sitting next to my table…he was all alone and yet eating very comfortable…I wanted to cry out “ok stare at him now! But nah, nobody seemed interested…it’s so unfair that guys can sit alone and eat at leisure while when it comes to girls you expect that they will be accompanied…sigh…next time somebody stares at me while I eat am just gonna say what I have written as my title :) maybe that will help…ciao…

Tanhayee...

2010-05-04T11:11:00.001-07:00

Andhera chaa gaya tha har disha mein
Uljhi thi main ek anjaan raaste mein
Na kisi ki aane ki aahat suni
Na kisi ki pukarta hua aawaz

Dil mein thi kuch ankahi baatein
Mann mein tha ek chubta hua ehsaas
Magar phir bhi chal padi kuch na bole
Us ek manzil jis ke thi mujhe talaash

Kitne pal beete, kitne logon se mile
Nahi tha mujhe ehsaas
Peeche mudke dekha tho
Sirf meri parchai thi mere saath

Mann tarsa, dhadkan tarse
Ke kaash main bhi ek panchi hote
Jise mile is dard se rihayee
Magar phir bhi sab sehte hue chal padi main
Bas main aur meri tanhayee...

The Guest at the ungodly hour

2009-11-12T00:40:00.000-08:00

Charlie, bruce lee and the phone kumaris can wait...something more important came up and i just had to add this in my story. and it all started when t moved to the bunk. ofcourse it had to happen...last time she shifted on to the bunk, there was an earthquake in chennai! so this time we were kinda expecting something and so it did happen...we had a guest...at 4:00 am in the morning...on the day of my qt test...i was having this really bad dream when i was woken up by s in this really solemn manner...everything seemed too bright (she had switched on the light hehe) and she just pointed out to the food court...it took few seconds to focus my blurry eyes to that direction...and i saw it...it was also looking at me...grey, pointed nose and a tail...yup a rat!!! yikes! i really didnt know what to do!! i got up quickly and jumped on to the bunk with t...the rat also jumped and went on to sit on my operations text book (eww...) ofcourse we gave our set of screams but since it was like 4 in the morning, the whole of servite was in deep slumber...the rat quickly moved on from my text book (seems like even the rat couldnt 'chew' on that one!) and settled into s's cupboard...and s, being the brave one she was, decided to act...she took this wiper which we had and tried to shoo off the rat...boy it seems so hilarious when i think of it now...but back then it was a moment of panic... it seemed like the rat was planning to settle in her cupboard (mine thankfully was locked) and we werent having any luck in getting rid of it, so we decided to call our asst. warden...god bless her soul...she came up and tried her hand in shooing it off...i did not enter the room as there was no room on the bunk now coz both s n t were there...i was standing on the stairs ready to scoot up just in case the rat came out...but thankfully it didnt...it went through the way it came...through the window on the left side...and to this day the window remains closed...i thanked our asst. warden and she simply said you 3 are like my children, thats why i came...i was so touched that i really didnt know what to say...and so at like 4:30 we 3 were wide awake, shaken by this incident and even laughing in bouts of hysteria thinking about it... s told me that she woke up suddenly to hear a crunching sound in the room...she got up and conjured this vision of me eating biscuits!! (at 4:00 am!! lol!!) so for about 10 minutes she saw this vision while i was blissfully asleep and then it dawned on her that it was not me (voila!) and that was when she realised that there was an intruder in the room...hmm...and that is how this story goes...it was just the beginning of the day and so many things were looming in front of us...our test, the thought of disinfecting the room, (s even had to wash her clothes in her cupboard) and we also had to empty the food court...and i knew i had to add this in my story...of course its part n parcel of servite life alrite!! :)

p.s: the rat must've left coz the food court was pretty empty, it must've actually taken pity on our condition..hehe..
oh n ya the next time t moves to the bunk we are planning to conduct a prayer service for the sake of protecting mankind...hehe..k so thats it for now...will be soon with some other story...ciao

Chennai Showers and Chennai summers

2009-11-01T09:45:00.000-08:00

I am thoroughly disappointed :( I had drafted a brilliant post regarding the recent Chennai showers which we had and it just cant be located. And I’m not able to recollect what exactly I had written. Hmm..it doesn’t rain anymore though suddenly it looks very dark and gloomy. I was really excited when it rained. For one, it reminded me of home. Especially the scent of the wet soil on the first rain. And we even had thunder and lightning (thankfully the power didn’t go off as it used to at home!) but what was even more fun was walking through the Loyola campus. The whole scenery was breath taking. It was as if everything was asleep all this while and they just bloomed up. The trees had donned a darker shade of green and the whole place was so calm and serene with the occasional chirping of the birds that was like music to the ears. And as I walked along it drizzled slightly so that made the walk even more pleasant. I wonder whether a picture of it would have done justice to that moment. It might have captured the beauty of the place but not its soul. It actually made me so happy and thankful...that I was alive to see this...that I got an opportunity to be here and experience this...each day on the way to college we are always running quickly and while coming back we are too engrossed in the things to be done that we actually fail to notice these little things around us... now this is one memory that will stay with me I guess... the title of this post btw has been inspired from a book which I had read called “Bombay rains and Bombay girls”. I know I should have written Chennai rains and Chennai guys but this sounded more apt. And by Chennai summers I meant that I got placed for my summers in Chennai which means its “I will servite” all the way...hehe...btw an anonymous R had recently posted a comment “yeh ishq nahin asaan bas itna samajh lijiye....” well Anonymous R I console myself by saying “Ishq hota nahin sabhi keliye, yeh bana hai kisi kisi keliye”..hehe... I have decided to work on my second chapter for ‘I will servite”...it will be called ‘Charlie, Bruce lee and the phone kumaris..will publish it soon..i wanted to add something on this person whom we call as king of bad times. But then maybe some other time...chow for now..

just bored...

2009-10-14T05:12:00.000-07:00

ok well am sorry its not i will servite this time pals..that will have to wait i guess...today am just writing for myself...if u ask me why? well..i dunno..just bored i guess...so am sitting in my college library, with plenty of books around me (and yet am hooked on my lappy...i never learn) trying to download the song 'iktara' from wake up sid...i saw the movie yesterday...the visuals are a treat for the eyes (of coz even ranbir includes in it) but the storyline is pretty old, tried and tested...i would have expected much better from kjo...its been around 4 months since i joined liba...cant believe its been such a long time...seems only yesterday i had joined here and got a scare after the preliminary classes..hehe..the second sem timings seems pretty relaxed but the workload is more or less the same...there are plenty of assignments and tests lined up for the next week and diwali is just round the corner...so many things are actually happening around me...some am aware of, some am confused about, some which i need to escape from...this sem has been kind of an eye opener for me tho...somethings caused a heartache tho i quickly got over it...something came as a shock, something which might be a trouble later and somethings came as a pleasant surprise...hmm...lets c whether it will get sorted out...really wanted to go home this weekend but wont be going...sigh..somehow am missing home very much...maybe its coz i have some free time with me now...this post might seem random stuff to u guys..well i did say i was writing for myself...hehe...after coming to liba i dont know whether i have changed...maybe i havent..i'm still the same person yet i know things have changed...ok its getting late..i gotta go now...will blog some other time...ciao...

I Will Servite

2009-08-31T21:19:00.000-07:00

I will servite : Part I

3 girls from 3 different parts of India. They join the same college and end up sharing the same room and the rest ...is ‘I will Servite’... sorry guys, due to the hectic schedule and my laziness i had not been able to post stuff but i finally got a chance and the mood to do it..so here we go... but before i begin, a disclaimer: all those characters who may appear in the course of this story are actually alive and in good health. But their names have been changed so as to protect myself from any harm. And like the economic times say I am an unknown source who wishes to remain anonymous so I’m sure u will bear with me. J
Room No. 205
The speciality of room no. 205 is that it was one room for which most of our seniors were vying for and that it should be occupied by us was i guess destiny...now y room no.205? coz its on the first floor and it has two windows. One which opens out to give u a glimpse of this large unoccupied land with a huge tree standing all alone on its side, and which in my opinion is very poetic. And from there we can also see an apartment which looks so cozy that sometimes we wish we were there rather than here. And i also get to see an old uncleji who always sits out in the balcony reading his paper and looking around (actually we always wondered whether he could see us, i even suggested we waved at him so that if he responds we would know that he could see but unfortunately my roomies didn’t feel the same so i dropped the idea). Ok now coming back to the room. It is kinda small for a 3 sharing basis but somehow we have managed to stuff everything in it like 3 beds, one being bunk and the other a normal, single cot. We have named it as the lower berth, upper berth and the royal bed respectively. There is a huge cupboard with four divisions. So after taking 1 slot each, we were left with an extra. So we decided to stock up all our food in it and hence the ‘food court’ came into existence. the fact that it came in very handy is another story. Especially during the rice and sambar days at servite, i practically lived on bourbon and sunfeast biscuits. Of course, we also have 3 study tables, lights, 3 plug points out of which only 1 works and then we have the ‘Nawab’ of 205... Now just imagine...on this hot summer evening, after a really really tiring day, after having walked for more than a km under the hot sun, u finally enter your room. What do u do first? Yes. You switch on the fan. And what does our nawab do? It just whines, moans, groans and finally when its tantrums are over, it decides to rotate. Oh and when I mean ‘rotate’ it means spreading out its wings and doing a slow turn. Like my friend S says, “bhai, hum toh nawab hai, hum toh bas aisa hi chalega”. We look at it, perspiring, panting for breath, wondering when it will start its fast number. But nope. Our nawab, in his laadedaah style and with great panache, just decides to repeat his performance. And it still continues till this date.

The ‘Chudail’ of Servite
Of course, we have one here. One which wears jasmine flowers. That is all we know about her as each time she decides to take her monthly rounds, she just flings the ‘gajra’ into our waste basket. Now why does she do that when there is a main waste basket right at the corner, we don’t know. Maybe she just wants to leave a mark. Or maybe she is just trying to aim properly coz sometimes we find the flowers lying just few inches away from the dust bin. But whatever may the case be, the fact is she has chosen our dust bin to throw her stuff and this is really driving us maaad. But yes, we just sigh and curse her, and take it in the stride...just one of those servite incidents for which u cannot offer a logical explanation when u ask why us??

A new beginning...

2009-07-12T22:16:00.000-07:00

Tadaah!!! and am back....once again...hehe...i actually had to search for my own blog thru my brother's blog...and i got to know i had updated it 9 months ago...hehe...i was just lazy and there wasnt much to write about...but now that a new phase has begun in my life, i really felt the need to scribble something up here... recently i had this opportunity to attend a lecture by Mr. Sunil Roberts, the author of 'I will survive'- comeback storiesof a corporate warrior...i havent had the chance to read the book so far but its there in my to-do list...and i was so inspired by his words (and more by the title) that me and my 2 room mates decided that we too will write about our adventures at liba and more importantly our life at servite hostel...and its gonna be called
'I will Servite'-the misadventures of 3 aspiring corporate women...i was really sure that there would be no dearth of topics as life ats servite is very interesting...
and soon enough my room mate suman had compiled her very first chapter for the book "the case of the missing pink chaddi" but unfortunately she does not want it to be posted in the blog...it makes for a very interesting read and i'll try and get it posted somehow...but until then i guess i'll talk about the other stuff thats happening...

2008-09-17T07:15:00.000-07:00

hello...i was planning to leave a comment as a reply to the comment that i received but i realised it was getting a bit longer and so i decided i'll post something on it.the poem given below is simply the last thoughts of a man who is about to die.i guess the 9/11 incident is something which we wont forget in the near future.and people still remember the thousands who lost their lives.i just imagined how it would be for a passenger who was in one of those hijacked planes.the people in the tower would have never known what was going to happen to them.but the passengers would have realised that they were going to die.it is when we come face to face with death we realise that there are so many things left undone and unsaid.so many things you wish you had done given a second chance but by then it would be too late.this is just my imagination and there maybe differing views on it but then this is my blog hehe...

Before I Go...

2008-09-10T07:40:00.000-07:00

I am dying
yet am not on my deathbed
for am sitting,crouching in fear
awaiting my fearful death
they asked us to put our heads down
the nuzzle of the weapons
ready to slit our throats.
Masked by their robes
their eyes show no mercy
muttering to themselves in some foreign tone.

I am dying
and yet am not on my deathbed
for I'm crossing the seven seas
to reach my final destination
there lies my homeland where I belong
where the sweet smell of the soil after the rain
soothes and comforts our parched soul
the land where lies my kith and kin
for whom I toil deprived of love,grief and sin.

I an dying
and yet I do not know what to do
for my life has taken a different course
I think about my dear wife
the lovely lass I will never see
I think about the child of mine
the little one whom I have never seen
counting the hundred days and nights
to see a father he has never known.

I am dying
and I know there is no way out for me
I fold my hands and say a prayer
to that Unknown One whom I had never believed.
Tomorrow you'll know about the attack on a tower
Tomorrow you'll know the lives that were lost,

But before I go
I want to tell you my dear wife
I am sorry for leaving you alone in this life
all those promises I have vowed to you
do know,that till my last breath I will love you
my dear son,the apple of my eye
I could never be the father you wished and liked
but I wanted you to be happy
for that is all I care and maybe
someday I hope that you will understand

I bid adieu to this weary life
deprived of love and care of my wife and child
the plane is rushing forward,ready to attack
I hear the screams and wails of my fellow passengers
let me tell you dear ones,you should always know
that I will always love you wherever I go
let me tell you,I am sorry,sorry for everything
for you must know it
before I go...

Dil se

2008-06-19T10:11:00.000-07:00

This is a stolen tag. Stole it from mind hacker. It's good fun....and extremely unproductive so just tell people it's a game to avoid embarrassing questions. :P

Rules of the tag: Turn on your music player on shuffle mode. Change the song for each new question. Write down the title of the song that appears as the answer for the question.

after having enjoyed myself,next was my sister's turn..she came up with some unexpected songs that i couldn't help commenting on..so posting that one too..

1.if someone says 'is this ok?' you say...
heyy baby-heyy baby
(heyy baby! now isnt that cute..someone says is this ok? and u just say heyy baby..saves a lot of trouble especially if they ask you whether they look good and you would beg to disagree..)

2.What would best describe your personality?
ponmagal vandal-azhagiya tamizh magan
(whoppee!! ofcos am the golden gal! hehe..this games gettin fun for sure..make way for the ponma'gal' ;)

3.What do you like in a guy?
dil di nazar-mpkk
(hmm...if the songs lyrics are to be believed then it would be 'the way his heart looks'!! 'dil di nazar' u know...maybe i should keep screaming "u're the one for me oh jaana u're mine' whenever i come across a guy..hehe..would'nt that be fun!! )

4.How do you feel today?
aaja nachle-aaja nachle
(yeah its true..all this day i've been making people dance to my tunes until they started looking at me dangerously..muhaha...so come on people..oh balle balle)

5.What is your life's purpose?
haye rama rama ho-lucky
(am still trying to sort this one out buddy...maybe its got something to do with spirituality..hell it could even mean that
i'll always call god in despair...and right now am doing the very same thing)

6.What is your motto?
yeh ishq hai-jab we met
(the songs have conspired to make things difficult for me i guess..now what do i comment upon a motto like this? ishq vishq blah blah)

7. What do your friends think about you?
aake bhar lo bazuon mein-lucky
(isnt that so sweet of them...hmm...i was wondering what would have happened if i owed them money..then it would be 'aake bhar do pocket mein..tujhko hai kasam..jaan meri jaa rahi sanam...)

8.What do you think of your parents?
tum aaye toh fizaon mein-pbdhh
(yes the wind has caught the danger signals that my parents are here..hehe...but yes they are the ones who have added colour to my life..love you lots n lots dears..)

9.What do you think about very often?
chod do aanchal zamaana kya kahega??
(this is ridiculous!!now am wondering what will the people who read this say...alas! my reputation has been trashed..sniff sniff..)

10.What is 2 + 2?
in dino dil mera-life in a metro
(umm..rite..now a days my heart is busy telling me to dream n dream so 2+2 can wait...and anyways '+' means to add..so if u add a 2 with a 2 u get a 22...so fergeddabotit)

11.What do you think of your best friend?
mauja hi mauja-jab we met
(bingo! its just like the song..i couldnt grasp all the gibberish that guy was singing rapidly but still it sounds fun..me n my friend are nuts and we come from the same tree!so its mauja hi mauja all the way! :D)

12.What do you think of the person you like?
zara zara touch me-race
(ahem ahem...u crooks! devious are the ways in which the mind works..and i was talking about yours not mine :p)

13.What is your life story?
laree chootee-ek chalis ki last local
(i missed the lorry,i missed the train,i missed the bus...i even missed the beginning of my lifestory so am clueless...mein kaun hoon?mein kahaan hoon? )

14.What do you want to be when you grow up?
azeem-o-shaan-shahenshah-jodha akbar
(like a true leo!! the gr8 and charismatic ruler all set to conquer the world..swish swish (uh..thats the sound of my sword if u didnt get it..) hail the mighty!! (ok ok you need'nt stare at me like that..there is no compulsion to bow !)

15.What do you think when you see the person you like?
mere haath mein tere haath ho-fanaa
(maybe here i need'nt comment at all..)

16.What do your parents think of you?
tum se hi-jab we met
(they think highly of this dutiful child...but lets hope it doesnt be interpreted as tumse hi sab kuch hota hai..as in the case of chief troublemakers...)

17.What will you dance to at your wedding?
main hoon na-main hoon na
(laadeedah!! i would luuuuuuvvvv to dance to this song at my wedding...with all that 'band baaja' playing the music...choreographed,sung, danced (maybe evn watched) by me!!... main hoon na)

18.What will they play at your funeral?
sajnaji vaari vaari-honeymoon travels
(of all the things they could play!!! imagine me resting peacefully in my grave and everybody does a ridiculous 'sajnaji vaari vaari'!! i would be out of my grave in no time..i would be 'r.i.p'ped from my grave!)

19.What is your hobby/interest?
shayed yahi toh pyaar hai-lucky
(hehe..yep thats rite... my hobby is to hunt down innocent people and confuse them to admit that maybe this is love..looney mooney! (thats the magic word i use)..am the hunterwaali..)

20.What is your biggest secret?
kora kaagaz tha yeh mann mera
(yes... i dont think..my mind is as blank as a paper... the deep dark secret that was lying hidden in my mind all these years..yearning to come out..but the conscious mind had its prestige to keep..it never let it out..but today a silly song revealed it all...)

21.What do you think of your friends?
engeyum eppothum-pollathavan
(anywhere,everytime..need i say more? they are always there for me...its raining friends hallejujah! )

22.What will you post this as?
dil se-dil se
(hmm..from the heart..now thats quite touching...n this was fun especially when unexpected songs came up for the questions...)

Ek ladki ko dekha

2008-06-19T09:59:00.000-07:00

This is a stolen tag. Stole it from mind hacker. It's good fun....and extremely unproductive so just tell people it's a game to avoid embarrassing questions. :P

Rules of the tag: Turn on your music player on shuffle mode. Change the song for each new question. Write down the title of the song that appears as the answer for the question.

Being an avid fan of bollywood all the songs in my playlist are hindi ones..rarely listen to english hehe.. :)

ok so i decided to play the dumb game..i just queued up the ones in my quick to reach list and shuffled it up..now lets see the results..
1. if someone says 'is this ok?' you say...
chup tum raho..chup ham rahe :)
(erm..maybe its like u better shut up and so will i!! or it cud evn be do u need to ask hehe..)(but then its a lovely song..very appropriate..)

2.what would best describe ur personality?
oh my god!! its roop tera mastana pyaar mera deewana..
(roop tera mastana..it defines me hehe!! need i say more??)

3.what do you like in a guy?
u wont believe this..i was just thinking of this song... "o re piya-aaja nachle"
(well basically its a romantic one so i would like that and the guy is calling out for his love..all the more welcome!!)

4.how do you feel today?
yeh raat aur yeh doori-andaaz apna apna
(its a peppy number..dil mera dhak dhak dole :) not quite feeling upto that mood but still close..)

5.whats your life's purpose?
mere dholna sunn..mere pyaar ki dhun -bhool bhulaiyya
(sheesh..i dont think my life's purpose is to sing n croon to my loved one.. yuck!! if there was anyone i'm sure he wouldnt wait to hear me complete a song..trust me my singing is thaaat baaad!!)

6.what is your motto?
hare ram hare ram hare krishna hare ram-bhool bhulaiyya (again!)
(god save me!! my motto! hehe..when in trouble call for god)

7.what do your friends think of you?
wait till my pals hear this one...tere naam-tere naam
(uh now am confused..who has devoted their life to whom?is this what they think of me..then they better think twice..hehe..but anyways i'm glad this one came up)

8.what do you think of your parents?
one love- rakht (actually its a song from westlife i guess)
(wow...i really dont know what to say...one love is all we need)

9.what do you think about very often?
krishna nee begane baro-the classical song
(am calling out for krishna..now dont u ask me who is this krishna..)

10.what is 2+2?
aaja nachle?
(yeah rite...forget maths sweety its time to dance..)

11.what do you think of your best friend?
pehli nazar mein kaisa jadoo kar diya-race
(in my case its best friends...this is mushy stuff man..but ok i'll go with the first line..they are angels..luv u dears)

12.what do you think of the person u like?
tumse hi- jab we met
(hey i seriously dunno how this thing works but its amazing ok..the song says it all..)

13.what is your lifestory?
mere khayalon ki mallika-josh
(oh thats a sad story alright...i could convert mine into a hindi soap i guess)

14.what do you want to be when you grow up?
jhoom barabar jhoom-jhoom barabar jhoom
(oh yay! a dancer! watchout for this gr8 gal shaking a leg in future)

15.what do you think when you see the person you like?
unnaalle unnalle- unnalle unnalle
(hehe..maybe i'll even sing it out when i meet the man of my dreams ;)

16.what do your parents think of you?
om shanti om???
(hehe.yeah maybe its rite..i'm sure my mom would agree to this one..she definitely begs for some shanti when am around!!)

17.what will you dance at your wedding?
baadlon mein chup raha-phir teri kahaani yaad aayi
(not something i would dance to at my wedding coz its too slow..tho one can never tell..but the idea is definitely sweet)

18.what will they play at your funeral?
layi vi na gayee-chalte chalte
(am glad its a sad song.i would never live it down or maybe 'die' it down if they played om shanti om! they are gonna sing that our relation has been cut off n stuff like that..thanks dears..i appreciate it..) (i dunno how its coming so appropriately tho..very mysterious)

19.what is your hobby/interest?
naam ada likhna-yahaan
(i dunno about naam and ada but yes likhna is my hobby..that is writing if you didnt understand..)

20.what is your biggest secret?
dhoom tana-om shanti om
(dhoom tana?? i seriously dunno what it means...ya but its kaise nainon se nain milao sajna? yes finally the secret is out..i cant see..)

21.what do you think of your friends?
pyaar hua chupke se-1942 love story
(what? my friends are definitely gonna get a wrong impression..but yes i love my pals..no big secret :)

22.what will you post this as?
ek ladki ko dekha- 1942 love story
(ok no comments on this one..but i admit this was fun..and the way the songs came up appropriately was perfect)

2008-05-26T02:40:00.000-07:00

well ok...i did say i won't be writing any poems for sometime but then this just popped into my head and it would be unfair if i didn't write it right...and come to think of it, this must be my first poem which is a bit cheerful. at least my sis is gonna be happy:)

Ecstasy

2008-05-25T10:04:00.000-07:00

The blooming roses,the drizzling rain
the fresh scent of the soil as the
barren land kisses the droplets of rain
I'm flying, I'm flying free
I'm flying in the heights of ecstasy

The trees are whispering behind my back
the leaves keep murmuring as lightening crack
the rumbling thunder sounds like a gong
but I am oblivious to all, for
I'm flying, I'm flying free
I'm flying in the heights of ecstasy

The gurgling brook shares my delight
the water streaming through the rocks
I am dancing to it's rhythm,
I am dancing with the flow for
I'm flying, I'm flying free
I'm flying in the heights of ecstasy.

It's a secret untold, a pleasure unknown
And it has never ever happened before
The dreams are new, more is in store
Hopes are alive, there is more to life
I'm flying, I'm flying free
I'm flying in the heights of ecstasy.

The soul is free, there are miles to go
and as always there is a bend at the road
and am brimming with happiness, finally
I'm flying, I'm flying free
I'm flying in the heights of ecstasy.

The 3 Mistakes...

2008-05-18T10:52:00.000-07:00

Ok so i finished reading the 3 mistakes...so thought i'll review it.listening to 'o re
piye' from aaja nachle right now...an absolutely wonderful song.yes so as i was
saying i finished the book.the first thing i thought when i had heard that the author had published a book on his 3 mistakes was that those mistakes must be his previous two books and this one! but obviously i was mistaken.it revolves around cricket,business and religion.and i guess friendship, politics and love too.the story revolves around 3 friends, Govind,Ishaan and Omi,similar to that of 5 point someone.thats what i have noticed in his previous books too.the central characters are almost the same.while 'hari' in 5point someone had matured to 'shyam' in one nite @ call centre, vroom was the some-what mellowed down version of ryan i
guess.and now Omi is an absolute replica of alok placed in a new situation.the guy who just follows his friends in whatever they do and who is regarded as an idiot by Govind (friendship?!!). but its Govind who completely amazed me.the businessman to the core.one who always weighs the cost and benefits in every situation,the

emotionless geek who finds maths in everything and who feels life is an optimisation function (something i had crammed up for my exams!!). he has had a hard life with his dad leaving him and his mom, and takes tuitions to earn money.he has two best friends Ishaan (Ish) and Omi and they like every indian are crazy about cricket.Ishaan is a district level cricket champ who couldnt make it to the indian team and who had

run from NDA.while Omi was a priest's son,who didnt want to follow his dad's footsteps.all the three are living in Ahmedabad (the favourite place of the author).the story starts with the author getting a suicide note from Govind and then the story moves from Govind's point of view.so we get to know what he's thinking which is
quite less coz most of the time he seems to be calculating.so the trio wants to do something meaningful and so they start a shop which sells sports items (read cricket).the story proceeds to show how they manage it and we also get to see Govind's skills at business and Ishaans' at cricket.the first mistake that Govind made
was to decide to shift his business and this gets shattered with the earthquake.meanwhile they also get entangled in the political parties who mix religion for their evil interests.at the same time Ishaan discovers a child prodigy Ali who is amazing at cricket and decides to coach him.we also get to see a glimpse of the cricket matches taking place,the aftermath of the gujrat earthquake and how the political parties used it for their benefit.while all this is taking place to add more filmy 'masala' (as said by the author himself) Govind falls in love with his best friend's sister (remember hari falling in love with his professor's daughter) and he pays a heavy price for it as Ishaan stops talking to him but this happens only later.the world trade center attack and the hindu muslim riots also gets a place in his story and such a riot takes place on one night which is the climax. actually everything happens together in the climax so that it seemed more like a movie which initially moved at a slow pace and then got over with just one night.we see the people who are after Ali and suddenly Ishaan discovers that his friend had cheated him and then the sacrifice of Omi and finally the third mistake that Govind made (which was'nt so very convincing if you ask me).All this in one night.and its left to the author to set everything right.the story is about friendship more than anything else which might make you feel that you are almost reading 5 point someone.even the thought processes are similar (or maybe all boys think alike).the element of God does not go unnoticed as Govind passes on from the phase of an agnostic to a believer.on the whole, the story is once again about the indian youth and to a certain level the author does meet with the readers expectations as it is fresh in its theme.but then dont expect too much coz this time the author didnt have God to help him out in an isolated compartment :) so i guess thats it for now.hope i havent killed your interest in the story by giving such a long review.if so do let me know so that i can make amends.bye

Am Back....

2008-05-17T10:23:00.000-07:00

hello friends...am back. I know its been a long time but i was caught up with my exams. Now that i'm free i guess its simply blogging all the day..i hope u've noticed that i changed my layout.was feeling fresh so just wanted to revamp the whole thing. You guys are going to see a new me (lets hope so!) and thats one thing i happened to notice..i get bored easily.nothing holds my interest for long.i wonder why though. i love to change things and give it a whole new look.which could be one reason why i have decided to stop writing poems for a while.another reason is that i fear the underlying matter is being repeated.so its good bye to poems for now.of course i am not going to desert it completely but lets see...i did have a few good stories in my mind and i did reach halfway through one but was not satisfied with it so its lying somewhere in my folder. i finally brought chetan bhagats new book 'the 3 mistakes in my life'. i've read a few pages.its typically the chetan bhagat style and i guess he doesnt want to deviate from this style of writing where he gets the opportunity to pen down someone else's story. will tell u people the rest after i finish reading it. i havent planned out how to spend these two weeks..actually am kinda feeling sleepy rite now...too tired to think about all that so for now its goodnight...catchya soon..

The Face

2008-03-07T08:26:00.000-08:00

It was in the twilight
That I saw that face
When the glorious Sun
Had removed his crown.

When the birds sang
Their final song of the day
And the whistling of the wind
Chimed in my ears.

It was not an unusual face
Nay, not unusual at all
For it was a pale one with brown eyes
So cold and aloof
And yet its eyes spoke depths
Of the past it had survived
I probed into those deep brown eyes
Searching for the mysteries it held
For the deep dark secrets it treasured.

I saw the pain in those eyes
The pain of being unloved
The pain of being uncared
The sorrow of being betrayed

The quivering lips wanted
To tell me something
Something about its past
And yet it remained silent

The night was fast approaching
The beautiful Queen was up in the sky
And her twinkling Ministers
Adorned the night

Our eyes met for the last time
And for once I thought it smiled
And then the mysterious face vanished
In the darkness of the night

Leaving me alone in
That cold breeze
With so many thoughts unspoken
And so many words unsaid….

CONFESSIONS

2008-02-19T05:50:00.000-08:00

The hangman’s noose
Swayed above my neck
At the deaths door I waited
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal sin I committed

On a dark, cloudy, moonless night
I killed my own daughter
With my bare hands
And I saved my darling daughter
From the clutches of this evil world

She was pale in color
With a twinkle in her eye
And she was smiling broadly
Revealing dimples on both sides

Never had I seen such a lovely lass
So very meek and mild
And yet I killed her
In the midst of the forest
In the darkness of the night.

Never did she utter a single word
Never did she utter a cry
And there lay my child
So pure and innocent
On her way to Paradise

Yes! I punished her, my innocent daughter
For she made the mistake of being a girl
She was born in a land
Where girls are weighed
With the tons of dowry they bring.

A land where large vultures
Will swoop down on her
And feast upon her
As if she was some sumptuous meat.

Yes! I confess, I killed my own daughter
For she had no right to live
In this cruel world
Full of crime and sin.

And now my daughter
Awaits me in the other world
And I have to take leave
For she is quite lonely
And I have nobody to grieve.

And so when the King of East
Removed his crown
And the clock struck six,
I journeyed to the land of the dead
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal crime I did.

The Dawn In a Lonely Shore

2008-01-22T08:34:00.000-08:00

At the dawn of the day
When the chirping of the birds
Echoed in the air
And the morning dew
Settled lazily on the leaves
I sat on that lonely shore
Waiting, for the King of the East

I listened to the low
Whispers of the waves
Bringing word from the land beneath
I wondered whether I could ever unfurl
The mysteries that lie in that deep blue sea

The foamy waves splashed
Playfully at my feet
The coolness of the water
Spread all over me
The soothing breeze calmed my soul
And the salty smell of the sea
Became fragrance to my nose.

And then I saw,
Faraway at the horizon
A golden glow was spreading
In the sky
With a tinge of red and orange
All over the blue sky.

The King of East had finally risen
From his deep slumber
Emitting his shining rays
And bringing light to this world
Filled with cruelty and hunger
Wiping away the darkness of the night
To a new day filled with hope and blight

Never had I seen
Such a divine sight
So very calm and peaceful
Mysterious are the ways
Of the Great Creator
Who has blessed us
With a nature so nice and wonderful

Again I looked at the morning sun
And in the sky he shone
I returned from the shore being glad
For the king of east had bequeathed his throne.

Miracle

2008-01-18T08:25:00.000-08:00

When I had decided to start my very own blog (on my cousin’s suggestion) I had asked him a doubt…as to what will I write in it…he told me to write whatever I felt…being a guy with lots of experience I knew he wouldn’t run out of topics unlike me who is an introvert by nature…but then like he said ‘what the heck’…and yesterday I saw a ‘miracle’…which made me realize that I just need to open my eyes and see the unseen…and so here I am writing about that miracle…that little miracle had two tiny hands, two scrawny feet and two tiny slits which u may call as eyes…and it was wailing loudly…a pink bundle! :) and I just couldn’t name it anything else other than a miracle…to gain life from someone…to live within someone and then finally when the right time arrives, to make a grand entry…is it anything less than a miracle? If you omit those dry scientific explanations, you may sense a supernatural power…that has had a hand in designing a life…beautifully carving and chiseling it, maybe even writing down its destiny…I don’t remember how it was to be a newborn and I haven’t yet had the pleasure of being a parent…but I guess it’s a wonderful experience…some say they are ‘God’s gift’…it could be…and you invest your whole life for it…you love them, you feed them, you groom and guide them…and someday it is going to grow up…and make you proud…proud of your creation…so here’s wishing all those tiny miracles that are sprouting on earth at this moment happiness and good health…may you create many more miracles for after all it’s a miracle for which we all hope for…

Mirage

2008-01-17T08:46:00.000-08:00

He wandered along the long path
His feet leaving imprints behind
He knew he was reaching nearer
For he could see the heavenly light

He was all alone in the dark
And yet he was not afraid
For he knew the holy light
Would lead him to the One who was Great

He had left his kith and kin
Away from the land of evil and sin
To embark upon a new journey
On a quest for peacefulness and salvation

He remembered his glorious past,
Of the skin which he had finally shed
Of his thirst for name and fame
Which he believed was the path to glory

But nay! It was merely an illusion
Like the mirage that appears
Before a thirsty man as he
Travels under the scorching sun

It was merely an illusion
That covered him like a thick veil
For even then his mind had not attained peace
When he pursued his dreams and greed

But now he was finally free
From the chains that had bound him
He could see the light far away at the horizon
Beckoning him to follow it
He knew it was not a mirage
For at last his destination had come
Far away from the land of illusion
To the land of illumination

He could feel himself dissolving
In that spell binding light
And he knew that at last
He had attained enlightenment.

Memories

2008-01-16T09:55:00.000-08:00

“One sweetest songs are those
That tell of saddest thoughts”....

It was one of those early mornings
When the whole world lay asleep
When the little birds perched upon the tree
Basking in the glory of the King of the East

I looked through my windowsill
And saw the nature stand still
I breathed in its beauty, and
Then I heard a little bird sing.

It brought back those memories
Hidden in a corner of my heart
Of those years that had gone by
Like a whirlwind, my childhood past.

Those days of happiness and joy
The days of innocence and a carefree life
When there was time to smell
The scent of a flower
And you soared to the sky
Like a bird flying high.

When each day was
A new beginning
And you faced the world
Always smiling and beaming.

Those days when you thought
That the sky was the limit
And you had fear not
Anybody or anything

Alas! Those were the bygone days
The essence of life that would never return
Stirring in me a feeling
Of grief and regret.

Those bittersweet memories
That flew away
Saddened me as much
That I could not bear.

Somewhere a bird twittered
And I awoke from my thoughts
The little bird had stopped
Its soulful sweet song.

I sighed and walked
Away from the pane
To face my busy and hectic day
Filled with nostalgia and an unknown pain…

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