Elated Confusion

Tonight's Nightmare

2012-01-10T22:43:00.000+05:30

Pick pick Dear Mind,

Pick pick.

Tonight's Nightmare

Pick pick

Shall it be the day's proceedings,

And the world's rejections?

Or will the dark locked trunks,

Come avisiting,

Carrying within

Burned moral objections?

Pick pick Dear Mind,

Pick pick.

Tonight's nightmare

Pick pick.

Shall your heart be embraced

By mismatched arms?

Or should the skeletons rise

From friendship farms?

Pick pick

Dear Mind

pick pick

Eyes closed

The inside is out

The outside in

The Demon Heralds are about

They scream your sin

Pick, pick

Dear

Mind

pickpick

Nightmare

pick

___________
Image: Me

Rain so Scary

2011-12-02T22:43:00.001+05:30

'Tis the window that makes a storm dreadful,
Midwife of fear
Connoisseur of teardrops
Step out in stout boots
It's all candies and lollipops

________________
Image: Santosh

Inner Cultures

2011-11-20T18:00:00.000+05:30

Purple Monsters,

With UV spears stand guard,

Pleasures in a plastic card

Sparkling glasses

Strange cut sights

On the right meet the lights,

Smoke without fire,

Mr. Tyndall hanging on to the light spire

Throbbing bodies

Smoky eyes,

Questionable motives,

Screaming lies.

A little numbing of the nerves,

Low frequency beats,

To the inner cultures,

Front row seats

Fish, Pond

2011-11-20T15:30:00.000+05:30

Like a ditch

That hasn't been dug

Like a slime trail

Lacking a slug

Without achievement

This smile is smug

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Image: Santosh

Behind the Lens

2011-11-20T09:53:00.001+05:30

I can make stars bleed

Waterfalls stand still

An instant of life keep

Or the frame with death fill

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Image: Santosh

Shatters

2011-09-12T17:58:00.002+05:30

You see them,

The way that things should be.

Unafraid

With nothing to hide

Have no blotches

In old age, be able to say

"I led a respectful life"

But then you see it

That strange glimmer

Your hands hit against it

CLUNK!

Slowly, inch by inch

The box becomes apparent

With rules for corners

And virtues for walls

Clear, though the world outside it

Appears twisted and evil

And then he rises

The old monster

The one decorated by many scars

From many a misadventure

And a smile for having done so

Gone that extra mile,

Pulled that extra inch

Dancing on the line for days

And then stepping over

Knowing full well

That the fire shall come

But enjoying that too

With the box in his sights,

He stirs...

With a nose wrinkled from joy

He grins

A thousand plans

Formulate themselves

A single thought emerges

Perhaps the glass

Shatters

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Photo: Santosh

Teasing the Hungry Tarmac

2011-09-12T17:38:00.000+05:30

In the realm of melting pistons

Tyres, are knife edges.

Every twitch,

An insane lean.

Tunnel vision's smoke

Through which the ghosts of other's intentions,

You must glean.

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Photo Credit: Sopan Sharma, via Varad More (Rubber Smoking Angels)

Feeling Fake About Being

2011-08-16T00:39:00.000+05:30

I write personal truths,

Most terrible.

Having done so,

Feel fake.

What a terrible,

Terrible affliction

Immortality Naïve

2011-02-11T22:50:00.000+05:30

These walls shall be filled with words

With emotions these rooms overflow

For a thousand years I shall live

And in their minds forever grow

Compress it into a tight ball....

2011-01-15T00:10:00.001+05:30

Bury it deep now,

Bury it deep

Bury it where their voices cannot seep.

Seal it with concrete

Seal it with steel

With you little mind elves

Make a deal

Calm that breathing,

Stretch a smile

The world goes round

With a little guile

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Image: Santosh

You gave me topics!

2010-08-31T13:46:00.001+05:30

So we have a couple of topics a big thank you to everyone for those.... Now,lets just say i'm waiting for a lil inspiration to strike ;)
Christina was nice enough to summarize the inputs on Facebook:

Christina Oettmeier Hey, are you writing or not?!? Let me summarize for you so far: We´ve got a snake who is sharing his chocolate with a chameleon. They are debating about a paper they want to write together. The paper will be about the dangers of seaweed in ...playgrounds.
And now let me add another one: Tiger Beer! HAH!

From Google Buzz:
Aishwarya Deshpande - virtual friendship (sometimes even better than an actual one..)
Carl QIAN - Online game

and this lil exchange :)

Ashwin Kelkar - topic: baldness

Ashwin Kelkar - what i gave you a topic... now where are the poems ???

Aneesh Sathe - baldy baldy on the wall
baldy baldy got a mating call
when she saw him she said LOL!
now baldy's in a white kurta
Under a waterfall!

:)

Ashwin Kelkar - ha ha ha excellent !! :D
as a reward you get another topic : phd. :D

A poem shall be fortcoming as soon as I write.

Quick, give me a topic!

2010-08-24T11:16:00.000+05:30

I generally do this with friends who are in the physical vicinity, but this time I thought i would extend it to the dudes and dudettes in my virtual surroundings.

SO, QUICK GIVE ME A TOPIC!

I shall write something (and hopefully it will turn out good). :)

Cheers to you wonderful people!

Drops Vacillate

2010-07-31T23:01:00.000+05:30

Drops from the drizzle
Hit me like unsure thoughts.
A glimpse into the future.
The coming storm,
And the drenching rain,
Of the path soon to be blind
And the smile,
These lips shall have to feign.
Of the laughter drowned by the thunder,
The unwelcome guest,
Once a stranger named Pain.
As the liquid becomes a second skin,
Do I a new footprint make?
Or the last one take away?
With shoulders wide,
Do battle?
Or cower,
At the image these drops portray?

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Img: Santosh

The Path Behind Us

2010-07-26T12:04:00.000+05:30

Cornered,

By luxuries of all kinds,

Sun banished

By our pretty blinds.

Safe little fires

Burn upon our ceilings

We sit in circles,

Discuss our feelings.

Roots to dig,

Boars to chase,

Return me,

To that simpler place.

Weeds we planted

Ate their seed.

With too much time,

We made our brothers bleed.

Removed the Sun

From the Great Eagle's eye,

Made fake caves,

Filled them with a lie

Paved paths,

Is not the way its meant to be,

Permanance is not the key.

These sturdy walls,

Stifle my cry

Designed for this

Was not I

Medic

2010-07-14T07:31:00.001+05:30

Bandages in my pocket
On my hands the smell of blood
Eyes close
Ears try to drown
The wails for their saviour
In white, for those with hope
In black, for those without.

Outside,
Children's eyes
Where the innocence nourishing tears
Have long dried.
The deserts
Now to the spores of hate
Give shelter.

The thought and the wish
To understand why,
Have both grown weary
But that field tires not,
Sending to me steadily
Skin and bones
That once made people.

Nerves tired, often dead
From the pain,
Gifted to the body
Wrapped in sharp metal shards.
To those in the recipients' shadow
A metal shard toy of their own.
To more mothers deliver,
The shell to which they gave soul.

These thoughts I must abandon
Return,
To heal those wounded,
By the greed,
For diamonds, oil or coal.

__________________________

Image: Santosh

...Slowly Fade...

2010-07-13T09:52:00.000+05:30

Steps not taken,
Descisions not made.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

Wish wished,
Circumstances came never to aid.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

Castles imagined,
Foundation unlaid.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

A path taken,
On the others never strayed.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

Dreams dreamed,
In emotions never paid.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

Revolutionary heart
All rules obeyed.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

From the Princess, kisses stolen
On the palace, never a raid.
Parallel universes slowly fade.

________________________

Img: Santosh

2010-03-13T16:49:00.001+05:30

Peek in through the crack in the door,

Horror of horrors, i see her in an embrace

Arms around that bedsore

I gasp, collapse

Awake,

Peer back through that gap,

FLASH! I evaporate

On the bed I apparate

Eyes closed,

Arms around the apple forbidden

Sharps pieces on the floor

Morals, crashed and trodden

Eyes open, apple gone

To the high walled garden, Eden

I see eyes at the door,

Ajar

Not mine, not mine!

There are tears,

I run to her

The shards stand

Pierce and open spouts to bleed

The door is now a corner

See her curled,

Sword in hand...

Strike me! Strike me!

Sits there on the dark cloud of pain

Face soaked in tears.

The sword clatters, she flies.

In my hands appears a knife

Blade blunt...

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img: http://tinyurl.com/yjw6hzm

Lady Nocturne in Sunlight Cloth

2009-12-19T15:10:00.000+05:30

Dear Night,

Give me all you wear
So your starry nakedness,

I may hold in worship.
I shall keep the clothes
Like the Earth keeps the day:
Dress you shall...
But the robes shall be discarded
With the setting sun
At the far horizon of the starlit bed.

___________________________

Img: Santosh

Stairs

2009-12-16T22:33:00.002+05:30

These are not cascading piles of concrete and stone

These are not entrances...these are not exits.

Those, are not doors, they are backdrops.

These, are not stairs, They are receptacles

Of countless memories in so many hearts.

Here, a thousand stories have begun,

A million jokes cracked

And more than the occasional tear wiped.

This is where we are silly,

This is where we are proud

This is what we decorate with all our hearts

And call our own.

It is here we are brothers,

Here we are an army

Here we are debating parties

...we are lovers

...we are friends

It is here we are writers, directors,

Dancers, planners and programmers...

Stairs

'Tis here we had our first nervous hellos

Our teary goodbyes,

And spent the magnificent years in between.

While the building behind shall forver strive,

To splatter us across the world,

This shall be home...

THIS shall be home!

Pink Sugar Clouds

2009-11-19T22:13:00.001+05:30

Upon the winds of age

Pink sugar clouds fly away.
I leave behind,
My world creating plastic
In the sun lays drying my clay
Money now frames real people,
And a kiss cannot fix me
Return to me my Sunday cartoons,
Let the beach be my desert dunes.

_________________

Img: http://chiffonshorts.deviantart.com/art/Cotton-Candy-Clouds-67317039

Trespasser

2009-10-01T19:51:00.007+05:30

Staked a claim and flew away.

Barren patch of land,

Wished to be a garden,

But the gardener is away.

There is a board that holds place.

Declaring loudly,

The prosecution of trespassers.

But the paint is peeling,

And the iron rusts.

The land feels forgotten,

And for caring hands lusts.

Go ahead, bend the wires and step through.

Barren now,

But could be a garden to you.

___________

Img: http://lawisjustice.deviantart.com/art/No-Tresspassing-91782954

Poison Tipped Words

2009-10-01T19:51:00.005+05:30

Your words in the air,
Acid tears on the ground.
My feet sink,
Into the emotional ditch,
That grows all around
Half buried, The flesh eating thoughts
Pour out.
Tearing at the exposed parts,
Saving the rest...
For when my skeleton
Pulls out what's left
There shall be a second attack.

Your words in the air,
Dry blood and bone dust
Strewn all around.

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Img: http://rimeligbarsk.deviantart.com/art/hurt-100519230

Behind Me, Collapsed Towers

2009-08-12T21:09:00.002+05:30

Lighter in one hand,

Departure ticket in the other.

How many times has this scene been done?

Stay for years,

Call the roads my own,

Know the tears behind the bright lights

And the laughter in the hidden corners

Explore till I am one with her pulse,

Till the city calls me her own.

And then before leaving...

Strike the flint,

Marvel at the flame

And with it, gently touch her corners

Flame to fire,

Fire to inferno

My heaven, now hell.

And I, its destroyer.

Trust in my hand, gently placed.

In my fist, brutally crushed!

I wake up.

Beg to be loved again.

In a golden box

Wrapped, comes the silence

Cinders in her heart

Wounds forever open

Scar tissue never to form...

It is too late.

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Image: http://ay-inler.deviantart.com/art/My-City-is-burning-with-snow-73851393

Script

2009-07-25T00:00:00.001+05:30

Write lines
paint mind paintings.
Wishes and lies combine
Joy, satisfaction, and trust
In the neuronal bundles coded
Truth in heabvy black ink covered
And in pristine silver ink
A new story written
Once upon a to time....and happily ever after
In different bundles, hope!

Loud cries and clear reassuring eyes.
Carry it around, protect it
Feed it and a watch it grow.

Oh! but the baby is a bubble
burst it shall...pop!
Truth is a bloody pin.
Curled in the womb reading the pretty script
but watch the play...

'cause when life is the director
what you read is not what u live.

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Img: http://draginchic-stock.deviantart.com/

Leech

2009-05-23T17:09:00.003+05:30

Dust blows off you, you smile.

How long have you been sitting there?

You watched, all the hours

I burned my rose draped world

Rebuilding walls, Doubt and Distrust

Walls, which had been torn down

And their remains buried

So that when she walked,

She never knew they existed

Towers and turrets replaced by daisy smiles

All the soft spots exposed

So that the kisses had maximum effect

As did her knife...

Oh, Expectation...how long have you been sitting there?

Go back to whence you came,

The wound is too deep,

I can nurture you no more.

img source: http://pinkpaint.deviantart.com/art/Ruins-of-Hopes-and-Dreams-49344502

Bright April

2009-01-19T18:07:00.006+05:30

She picked up the kitten,
As it tumbled by.
Wrapped in a blanket,
Her shoulders bare.
Coos to the struggling fuzzball
Full of care.
One kissed,
The other bit,
Both with equal intensity and mischief.
Farmers they were,
That strange pair
Their field, my unsuspecting mind,
Recipient of their memory-seeds,
By their charms, blind.
Time passed and the landscape slid by.
In a different town,
At night I lie,
Awake, munching on the bittersweet fruit
Product of the seeds...
Sown by soft paw and loving hand.

___________________
img: deviantart

Of the World's Sounds

2009-01-11T22:02:00.005+05:30

I carry,
The world's sounds with me.
A cat's satisfied purr.
On a hot day, the fan's whir.
Jimi's guitar,
Exhilaration in a fast car.
Wind through the trees,
Happiness, when the tears cease.
To pick a favorite is a test,
The saxophone has its feats,
But I like it best,
When it is you,
Between the sheets.

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IMG: http://feelgoodthing.deviantart.com/art/Just-Five-More-Minutes-25836450

Wasting time at the Cafe

2009-01-11T21:45:00.003+05:30

Read with Dire Straits' "Fade to Black"

You stare at the band
And I stare at you.
Won't be able to hear a thing you say...
But go ahead baby,
Say it anyway.
I'll take the opportunity
To marvel at your lips today.
The band plays "What a Wonderful World"
I think the same,
Looking at your hair, on your shoulder curled.
You sip my coffee thoughtfully
And gesticulate.
I hope you aren't saying, Don't love me...
Cause for that, you are oh so late.

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img: http://misstrashypants.deviantart.com/art/Holga-Cafe-87793408

Solace on the Road

2009-01-11T01:10:00.003+05:30

I see solace on the road
I see her in every yellow circle of light,
And in the alternating darkness.
At every meeting, she gives herself to me.
But in fractions.
Unsatisfying fractions.
So I open the throttle,
Hoping to meet her sooner.
Before the effects of the last meeting fade.
I manage it sometimes,
Her voice becomes the air,
Howling through my helmet.
Her comforting touch,
Is the stinging cold, at the tips of my knuckles.
All other thoughts die.
All the voices drown.
I see only the road ahead.
I find only her within,
Hacking to death,
My frown.

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Img: Delhi street, photo by me.

Mazes

2008-12-14T13:16:00.007+05:30

They went through me every night,
Recollections of you.
Filling the darkness in my room
With the resplendent glow of your images.
Sometimes just your eyes full of words
Other times your lips, silent
Framed in your teasing, bewitching smile.
How often the darkness melted away,
I sat on a chair and you sat next to me
Passing notes in the class of an invisible teacher.
The sounds of the night too would break
Giving way to your laughter
Your delicate anger
And the atrocity that was the sound of your touch.
Distance and the past got together to haunt me,
Combining my fondest memories and impossibility
Placing you on street corners,
Where you could not be, but were.
Your smell wafting in through the window,
Which could not, but did.
Meeting you at places I now frequented
Which could not be, but was.
Safety devices... for the emptiness.
A maze for the unconsolable Minotaur of my Love!
To this maze, every night, I surrender.
Walk the long corridors, handle the curving corners.
Lose myself,
To find you.

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Image: deviantart: http://danuva.deviantart.com/art/Whisper-101723175

Unaware

2008-12-14T13:12:00.004+05:30

A forest is beautiful.
It cannot know it is beautiful,
But by not knowing, it knows
For beauty is its nature.
A woman, a human,
A system which, above all, KNOWS,
Is at the peak of her beauty
When she is unaware
When, despite her nature, she does not know
Of the effects of her presence on the Universe

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Image: deviantart: http://taporbane.deviantart.com/art/Neck-19327965

The system....

2008-11-27T17:50:00.010+05:30

There is a change in me. "The system lacks the balls!" i hear my insides say. They have never said anything of the sort. Actually my insides have never really expressed an opinion about much of the national and international events. But now there is a change in me. I feel more connected, i read line after line about the mumbai attacks and i have reactions bubbling within. My subconscious insecurity (living in bangalore, away from home) apparently has taken this as the cue to start expressing itself. I understand that something which have been done to prevent this was not and that could also be a reason that my insides are doing what they are. I dont like holes in my memories.
I went to the Taj about a year ago, i have left some of my dust there and i don't like it when someone decides to burn it. I went to VT (CST), got a little lost....i don't like it when anyone is thinks of using it as their spittoon. I'm sure the terrorists(/freedom fighters) have their reasons besides the very apparent affinity towards violence and i agree with them that they should be treated fairly too. BUT i do not agree that killing and shooting at my family in my house is the solution! I blame (something which i do rarely) everybody! You, me, the rich IT CEO in his swanky office and the old lady who sweeps his floors! We have not done enough. thousands of years of culture and we cannot treat our own species with equality. Forget mother earth, we'll be lucky if we can save our own skins from destruction that seems to be around the corner. In a darker mood i would've said, hey everybody cozy up to someone powerful cause you are gonna need them to survive when someone decides that they dont like the way your nose is crooked. But I'm pissed right now and a little queasy.

As Shilpa's status said: "Stop the world , I wanna get off!"

Haiku Set: The Happiness Behind Understanding Complexity

2008-11-21T18:55:00.006+05:30

Cloud

Oh, my dear cloud
I almost missed your beauty.
Thanks, Complexity

Flowers, the weird

All that DNA,
All that well expressed protein...
For an insect's kiss???

Equation :)

Pretty equation,
Quietly ruling below.
Ah! Our illusion!

Protocol

Flowers, Chocolates.
Proper order, proper time.
Yields nice long kisses

For Rahul

A cursor blinking,
His fingers, quickly typing.
Ye shall be programmed!

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image source: deviantart

Return of Haiku

2008-11-08T22:21:00.010+05:30

Grassy Romance

Among the grass blades
The grasshopper softly sings
With her kiss she gives me wings

CStruck v-Haiku

Keys, W, A, S, D
Space to jump, cntrl to duck
Click to zoom, then boom

Eye of the Liger

Sings the scientist
When hybridisation works
Eye of the Liger

My Disapproval

With their long lathis
They throw out the outsiders
My brothers are dumb

<3

On a swivel chair
I sit, sipping on coffee
Missing her deeply

To the Kitten Machine

Six months, a litter
Booli* desperately needs
A babysitter

*booli is my cat

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image source: deviantART, wikimedia

Haiku-y

2008-11-06T22:14:00.004+05:30

Felt like writing haiku this is the effort of 15 mins do forgive a few errors of syllable counting...im not sure how many syllables many words can count for. kinda destroys the point of haiku, i know but still do bear my whims.

Microscopy Overdose

Emission filter

Keeps away bad light

Pics are sharp

Sleep, Awake

Breathe slow, deep

Relax and go to sleep

Dream of waking

The Vision

Lenses are cleaned

Clarity to my sight

She is so pretty

Doubts

Insecurity

A very fake 'I love you'

A spurious love

Pen+Sword vs. Love

A pen is mighty

A drawn sword comes very close

But love alone rules

Locked Out

Left the keys inside

Locked out of my house I am

Writing weird stuff

Modulate

Gentle language

It is best with the children

Scream at the monster

I'm From Many Places... AND I'M NOT ALONE!!

2008-10-21T00:37:00.001+05:30

So the social life in Bangalore is finally kicking off and I'm visiting pubs with NCBS people. As introductions go one asks, and is often asked, "Where are you from?". My generic answer, as most of my friends know, is the confused expression and handwaving accompanied by "I'm from many places...currently from (insert city where parents are staying)". I have always worn that history proudly, like some medal. It was going to happen one day and it finally did: more than one person at one table said that they were from many places (each has his own version of the handwaving motion). Suddenly i was not the only one using that line...suddenly i was not unique.

Contrary to my usual disdain for my loss of uniqueness i was elated! I was part of a crowd who was from many places! As a group, we could have covered most of India and a few other places. A group of perpetual outcasts sharing a table for 4
eating lemon fish, panni fry and french fries in a place called Windsor
Pub...ordering hot water cause its available(a curious property of the
b'lore eataries). Bengali, marathi, american, Tamil, a mallu who has lived his whole life in nashik, a Tam-Mar/Mar-Tam from south mumbai who can speak neither tamil nor marathi fluently.... Many people from many places.
Technorati Tags: Bangalore Galore

Crime and Explanation

2008-10-13T08:41:00.000+05:30

Chase a curl here
Follow a curve there
To look deep into their eyes
Elicit a smile.
With their disappointments
The road behind me pile.
All this chasing,
Naught,
But a treasure hunt for you.
Looking for little clues,
Minor perfections.
Things i remember
After my fall
Into your love's warm mould.
All in the hope,
That they shall lead me to you,
And your warm hold.

Ink Bubble

2008-10-13T08:35:00.000+05:30

Tear over-welled.
Bubble rising with fury.
Crowd of angry birds,
In their flurry.
It stops,
For neither man nor time.
The words pour out
Infecting the pure paper
With ink and a rhyme.

While Leaving Pune

2008-09-30T22:39:00.001+05:30

Light will shine here
Though i will stop observing
The old places will wither and fade
And there new things grow
I shall be far away
So i shall not know
I shall return many days later
And as if unaware of my absence
The city a mysterious neutrality will show
In that neutrality i will feel her warmth
In that mystery i shall feel her glow

Things my Dad Might be proud of had he known but I will never know...

2008-09-26T21:26:00.000+05:30
You know there are somethings that you "achieve" that you think your dad might be proud/impressed by had he been your age but you can never know. Cause either the things are too wild or you can't get yourself to ask... Well here, in no particular order, is my list of such things:

My exquisite clutch control... :) [this one is offset by the number of accidents i have had...thru no fault of my own]
Poetry (never could discuss love with Dad (i get weirded out), i can discuss relationships but not love)
The fact that cats are naturally attracted to me
(this is not boasting) being good with girls...
All the events that i have helped manage
Sniping skills in CS
the fact that my girlfriend says i'm a nice guy (this is a big one for me)
The lil things that i DO do to save his money (eg not asking for a K&N filter for the bike or not asking for a high end phone tho i know i can get one)
that i learn't to shave on my own!
the amount of courage it is taking me to put this on the net...not cause he doesnt know them but cause i'm not sure i can ever tell him myself
i think 10 is a good number to stop at...so i stops

Do I have it in me?

2008-09-05T09:43:00.001+05:30
Two new ideas, two new blogs... One is a movement the other a suggestion. I sit here staring at the screen wondering...do i have it in me....?

Can i lead the worlds net users to that one blog? Can i get them to delete what they no longer need? Can i make this big enough in order for it to be called a movement?

Questions...
Questions..
Questions.

Time will tell or failure will.

DELETE THAT!

2008-08-19T10:40:00.005+05:30
In the days of today's information based world one might never pause to think that all the email forwards and unnecessary data that is stored, might one day (presumably in the far future) lead up to information pollution. I don't really mean this in a too much information kind of a way but more along the lines of the storage equipment that needs to be invested for such useless scraps of data.
A movement needs to be started early on to delete data that is not required especially on web based accounts which includes emails and social networking/bookmarking/whatever. This will reduce the investment of data storage equipment and hence other forms of pollution. I just hope one day we dont hear mothers say, "delete your data! some people in the world can't store any data!"

Parity

2008-07-20T16:05:00.001+05:30

How vile the woman
Whose arms her man hug
And eyes with me flirt.
One second a diamond
The next, I'm dirt!

Orkut Community: Ah, poetry

2008-06-17T14:47:00.002+05:30
I had joined this community quite a few months back but became active only recently. I started posting because i wanted to compare my poetry to others and have others criticize it. But after my first couple of posts i noticed that no one was reading my poems (indicated by the fact that no one was leaving behind comments), while other poems (some really bad) were being called good and awesome. I was a lil perplexed.
After some thought i figured that maybe if i comment on someone else's poem they would post on mine. Turns out that is what it was. For some time i was post crazy. I wanted as many people to comment on my poems as possible (good or bad). Eventually i noticed that certain tactics worked better than others to get replies. These tactics included saying thank you to people separately i.e. in different posts. Saying thank you after a few hours so that my poem was all of a sudden on the main forum. Turns out the more posts ur poem had the more people read it and called it good. After some time i noticed this and it disturbed me deeply. So many of these people were here just to have people reply. Sadly enough some of the poets are really really good.

After noticing this i thought that maybe i could start some kinda daily poem competition. This would involve people voting on a particular topic on which poems would be written the next day. I really thought that this would help all the poets to improve on their style. I did take into account that all the people would not be interested but at least those people who wanted to improve would reply. The response was dismal. One friend i made on the community popularly called as Meenaji did reply (out of sympathy perhaps?), and two other guys who i have never seen post a poem. Apparently none of the poets really wanted to improve, they just want replies and attention. We all do...but come on!

With this humongous disappointment i am leaving Ah, Poetry. Perhaps i will make my own community which won't be attention oriented...but then the crowd on an average is the same and maybe my community too will degenerate into a new Ah, poetry. So maybe i wont make a community.

With a Dry Pen

2008-06-14T15:42:00.002+05:30

The pen, in its own slanting way
Stands ready
The paper with its lines spread wide
Waits for me to write
And I lie here, hating you
Not a touch
Not a smile
No! not even a strand of hair
You leave behind...

I hate you for not being there
You know it well
What you are
The sun,
The black hole
To my inspiration,
When present
When absent.

The pen dries
The paper burns
This hand,
Without you,
To write
Never learns

Back to Wall State

2008-06-14T01:20:00.000+05:30

Singers go back to being voices
All you actors reduce yourselves to the little box
Comics go back to being independent of your creators
Pen just be!
Of your company and its people dont remind me.
ALL YOU RETURN TO BEING A FLAT WALL
Peer out of there not
Let me return to my childish world
Where the world and its denizens
Are nothing of concern
Tell me that all these books
And all this schooling
All to kill time
All fit to burn
Tell me that all this is but
A rollercoaster ride
The reason for my stomach churn
Vegetable vendor
Not so excitedly at me look
And await your turn
And please kindly
Remind me not of your job
Or money you earn
Remind me not cat that you too are growing up
And having kids
Tell me not young artist
the your splotches of paint
Will one day have million dollar bids
All you dont you gang up
And around me mob
And please stop screaming
That you have a job!

letter to ramya

2008-01-17T01:36:00.000+05:30
Dear Ramya… (hmm) Dearest Ramya,
You speak with pictures I with words.
Looks like life has decided to be difficult with both of us. I stand on a path unsure. I’m unsure about everything. Till now life took me along and I said ok but now here I am…with my future in my hands and I haven’t the slightest clue as to what I should be doing with it. I wish I could stay in college forever but I know that these are my last few months. I’m unsure as to whether I’m going to be accepted anywhere for a PhD, unsure as to if I really want to do a PhD at all. If not a PhD I don’t know what else. I would like to join national geographic or something like it, but I have no background for it, hell taking it up as a career choice is scary. There is MBA but I’m not sure about that either. Shweta and I always seem to be fighting she too is a little scared I guess, but I don’t know what to do. The MSc project (I’m in NCL she in NCCS) and this year’s play (which I’m directing btw) barely leave any time for me to spend with her… The time that we do get she spends whining as to how we don’t get to spend time together which bugs the shit out of me! My parents keep asking me as to why I haven’t given any of the MBA entrances if I’m considering it as a choice. I’m sure you would understand as to how difficult it is to explain to your parents your choices when they are miles away. Two of my classmates have papers coming out and I haven’t got any such thing going on. Further scaring me about my chances of being accepted anywhere. I don’t want to make any choice right now…even though I know I have to. Here I am reminded of Richard Bach’s lines “to avoid making any choice can be avoided by going in the forest and becoming a hermit but that’s a scary choice”. And that kind of sums it up. What oh what will I do?

Aneesh

PS: The bloody suspense is killing me.

to be different?

2007-11-28T13:16:00.000+05:30
I just went through the blogs of two of the closest people i have had in my life, interestingly enough both have picked the same colour scheme for their blogs whats more interesting is that i had picked the same theme some time back. Why is this significant? Well these two people are also the people who think the most like me... we have jokes that only we can understand. I thought that after the big fallout things were to be different, but it hasn't been so... again and again i have seen us make the same choices think along similar lines...

I go through their blogs and my first instinct is to tell them both to be different...i am...but perhaps I shouldnt perhaps i should let this persist if the blog colour scheme (which is nothing but magnetic shit somewhere) is the thing that shall tie them.
Have i gone too far? from one, yes. the other i have never been closer to. In my run to be different i have never been more like them (cliche but true). Im sorry to say that only those who know will know what this post is about...the rest, ignore this and read the poetry.

Strut Kill

2007-11-25T01:23:00.000+05:30
In her walk I see death,
I melt and on me she steps
Her heel sharp,
A skewer,
For collecting hearts.

Two Sides to Every Devil

2007-11-25T00:37:00.000+05:30
Two sides to every devil
Two sides to every frown
One moment I may soar
The next, in your eyes drown
With a rhyme I start
And on your skin my poetry breaks.
Over your naked expanse
The words lay scattered
One on your lips
Trying desparetly to mean softness
Another travels deep into your hair
Achieves the perfect meaning,
But then is lost.
One tethers on the end of your eyelash
And in a blink drowns.
Paper lies crumpled in the basket,
My words fail me....
The pen falls from my hand
To make space for you.
I shall still write poetry
But not on paper
And not, with a pen....

Thank you internet: Reunited!!! atleast virtually so

2007-09-25T23:28:00.000+05:30
Recently the son of one of my father's closest friends got in touch with me throught the internet. what was special about this was that my father and his friend, like most fathers i think, haven't met probably since i was maybe a few years old (<5). After a few security checks (paranoid me!), i gave further details about my father to this person who was emailing me and bim bam boom my father and his friend are reunited!

for this internet i thank you!

My take on God

2007-09-25T23:03:00.000+05:30
It has been the 10 days of Ganesha as every year, and as every year once again the people have shown their love for this god in their distasteful and insulting manner. If it is the horrible music and far worse "special effects" that it takes to make me think about God at all then fine i'll think about it.
Now having thought about it my take is this:
i shall believe in 2 things:
1) There is no God (my default)
-making idol worship useless.
2) God exists and is everywhere
- again making idol worship unnecessary

i shall believe in both these things, yes simultaneously. Afterall neither of them have been proven nor disproven. I also wish to make it clear here that i am of the firm opinion (like most other scientists) that every effect comes from a cause. Given this, everytime there is any argument/debate/anything where my opinion is to be voiced, i shall be sticking to the former part of my belief list. this is of course not counting the situations where my life will come to a very abrubt end if i dont say that God is great or some such thing.

Random thought

2007-06-11T00:28:00.000+05:30
i wonder, as a random thought that floats through ones mind on long journeys, if the photocopying machine had never been invented and it was not so easy to duplicate any kind of information then would we as humans be more trusting in one another? Would we have evolved systems that required a person to trust the other person completely? or systems that were completely independent of trust...systems which did not need you to provide copies of some scrap of paper to prove what u are saying...like for example your identity..

i wonder....

but then it is just a random thought and me thinking it doesn't change the world all that much...photocopying and its descendants are here to stay.

Betrayal

2007-06-04T20:39:00.000+05:30

The evenings spent downing the sun
Are now embedded in the past
The betrayal, I shall not forgive
The wound of the knife deep,
Is not to heal.
The kiss that ended it all
The knife touch
The secret that best friends are to know not,
Revealed.
The look that knew it all
Now knows too much
The sun on this friendship has set
The moon, ‘tis rising
This new side to you
To my exlpory eyes, new
Your acceptance, surprising.
The evenings they are gone
Take the clip out of your hair
The night’s arising.

untitled

2007-06-04T20:36:00.000+05:30

Its late evening
And the light is yellow
On one side the bright Sun
On the other
Thundering clouds bellow
I’m caught between a sunny day
And a storm,
In my mind, all is calm.

....home.....alone....

2007-05-31T22:42:00.000+05:30
Its summer vacation, possibly my last. i have a summer project and im at home alone.
What do i do at home? well most of the time im not at home cause im in the lab all day but when i am home im mostly cleaning up, cooking, eating, or sleeping. The following are my house-mates...

This is my dining table:

This here is my dining buddy:
generally entertaining but gets droningly repetetive sometimes...

This is who i sleep with:

Don't worry I use protection...

But i do have to maintain those Cinderella deadlines:

Oh yeah and this is my window to the outside world:

some things....

2007-05-11T00:11:00.000+05:30
there are somethings in the world you just cant resist among them is answering the unspoken challenge that is issued to you when a bike passes by....

Dreaming of the Crosshair (A Sniper's Song)

2007-05-03T00:11:00.000+05:30
I'm waiting waiting waiting
All night long
My scope, it pointing at a wall
Now you'll falter, walk into my scope
Take this bullet and to hell elope

I'm dreaming of the crosshair
On your head
My trusty cross-hair to mark you dead
I hope you have nightmares
Of that sound
Terrible nightmares
Of your blood on the ground.

---->>>>After CStruck yet another dedication to CS<<<<<----------

Sway has lost it...

2007-05-02T23:52:00.000+05:30
Yes she has...today i decided that its time to give her engine a rest and so would not be going beyond 60 today. And she was OK for the first few (say 4) seconds then she picked up speed and went up to 80 on her own(this part i swear). So i played along and gave her some more petrol to burn...and soon enough we had reached our top speed off 115 but then she wasn't quite herself today so she decided she wanted to faster and with a little help with the air resistance from me we have set a new fastest record which is that of 120. And as you can see...sway has lost it!

...Dark Cloud, Uncaring

2007-05-02T02:16:00.000+05:30
It’s delicate,
The beauty of looking at the bright full moon,
Adoration my hand by her fingers,
Her soft smile of contentment
Cool wind against my face,
The laughter with my closest friends.
All beautiful and all way to delicate.

The moon may so swiftly be covered
By the dark cloud, uncaring
Her hand swiftly drawn from mine
And her smile now dead and being bathed, in tears
The cool wind against replaced,
By the road rushing swiftly over my skin,
Tomorrow I would be leaving for another town
Or perhaps they would be going
That laughter shall never again be heard
All those well timed taunts shall leave
In bags packed and on tickets stamped.

I enjoy them while I may, for tomorrow
They might not be
Tomorrow I might not be.

My Dear Music

2007-04-30T01:01:00.000+05:30
I drown myself. I completely immerse myself till the outside world is a speck of nothingness. My mind it shuts it all out shuts itself out. The way I don’t have to listen to anyone I don’t want to…I don’t have to listen to myself when I don’t want to. Especially when what I’m saying has bee put there by someone else. So I drown myself, completely in my dear, dear music. It is my rescue boat when from the world that is so dry and harsh. So dry so, deserted, a desert full of people with motives, a desert that shows no friends I see faces of friends, I see them holding daggers in their smiling mouths. I call out for my boat and she drowns me away from it all. Music…so soothing like taking a walk in a rain-forest with leaves, tree trunks and poisonous frogs. At least those frogs are honest and show their warning colours. They say touch me and die. Bah to you humans…bah to you!!!

She Looks Crazy in Black

2007-04-16T04:09:00.000+05:30
She looks crazy in black,
Matching the dark clouds she walks under.
The cloth pulled over a soft universe.
The skirt flows
Caught once in a zephyr,
Once in a breeze,
Floating above her ankles,
Hem caressed by smooth skin
Returning, reluctantly, to the ground.
It rains, and it pours
Ever slow her step, each drop she greets
Smile effervescent, cheeks that glow
The skirt clings,
Should I mention the curves and her shape,
The clinging, to one’s attention brings?
Well, her naughty smile, it sings.
Blame not my gaze ever staring
Her long wet hair, ‘tis alluring.
The drops of rain down her bare back
I’m following.
We go dancing in the moonlight
The skylight in her eyes
Dance till the sunrise.
On my fingers her image
And a good night’s sleep dies.

It rains once again in pune....

2007-04-16T02:25:00.000+05:30
It rains once again in Pune and i fall in love with it. Thats all i love it.

Who am I?

2007-04-14T12:36:00.000+05:30
Ah the question once again comes back to me perhaps its the birthday that is nearing. And like every year the answer changes. I am me, i can be no more and no less. I am subject to the influence of others and their ideas. I am unbreakable in spirit, but i do bleed when i fall. I am here to write, make myself heard. I am here to sit quietly and listen as the world speaks. i am both the man who takes walks in lonely woods, and he who speeds into dense traffic astride his bike. I am my ideas and that is all that shall remain when i am gone, good and bad. As for the soul i believe not in it, subconscious no one understands and hence i give to it nothing. My friends mine to keep, it is with them that i share my happiest moments. My enemies are mine to keep too, they show me where i stand with honesty that only hate can bring out, sometimes without saying anything. My love is my love it has flaws but then so do i.
So u see i am me.

Dear Lab, I shall come soon...

2007-04-14T12:29:00.000+05:30
Ah the feel of the pipette in my hand
That sense of discovery
That absolute quiet inside my mind,
The world around me may explode.
My hand unshaking
The hand that has a slight tremor otherwise.
The feeling, the sensations i miss them so.
I shall come soon,
Once again drown myself in that dry smell,
Of a sterile room.

Another dream

2007-04-14T12:12:00.000+05:30
As the only guy who wrote u poetry here's another.

Once in a while, like today
I wake up dreaming of you.
I see you eating ice cream,
Entreating me to your company.
Moments that seem few.
Always smiling and laughing,
Like in my dream today.
I would like you to be no other way.

Sindhi girls denied cell phones and personal vehicles….

2007-04-13T07:53:00.000+05:30
First our state says no to sex education and now this…what do all these religious and political leaders think? Just because some girl marries a guy who she thinks is decent (but Muslim) does not mean that they can start stepping into personal lives of people. The choice to pick and choose who and why you marry or even stay with is to remain a personal choice. And if you keep bringing up religion into everything the global movement towards peace (I hope), will never be achieved. I wonder if any of those people even asked that girl as to why she didn’t marry a “fellow” Sindhi. Apparently some Bajrang Dal activist said that in the past three years 346 Hindu girls have married Muslim guys. I first off would take it as nothing and if I were to give it some kind of religious flavor to it I would only say that 346 Hindu guys could not live up to the standards (good or bad) of those girls. I hope u sit crying when 346 guys cant marry cause they suck!

What is wrong with our people??????

2007-04-05T16:38:00.000+05:30
"India's Maharashtra state has banned the introduction of sex education in schools after protests from legislators who say it will corrupt young minds. "
that's the headline of the BBC news website. I now really want to know as to who these educated legislators are! Corrupt young minds they say. Take away the image of Lalu and Rabri having a hundred kids and you would have stopped pollution. AIDS among other STDs is a disease spreading like wildfire, and apparently according to our guys not telling our kids about any of this is the best thing to do.
Pollute their minds my ASS! i wonder how many of them cheat on their tax sheets? Eat some soap man and hope to God that it cleans your mind.

Bandit's Mask

2007-04-04T00:47:00.000+05:30
Five cold spots on his skin
In the rain he had her
In the rain she held him
He wore the mask
He was the bandit,
He stole hearts.
Alone on the hilltop
They, in the rain.
He became a mortal
He became the victim
Shw smiled.
The mask she owned
She touched
She stole a little more
They had wondered, who he was
Of her identity, he wondered.
Both dealt in hearts
Both for the other sold
Five cold spots on his skin
He was enjoying the stranger's hold.

"Now I'm a Budha"

2007-03-25T17:28:00.000+05:30
No this post is not bout me, its something my grand-father said recently. Well for those of u who have not heard of him, he is over 80 now, and fighting fit...literally. A few days back he slipped from a stool and fell while trying to adjust the curtains. So his hip was hurting and needed a stick to walk. I asked him what happened when i saw him his reply was a triumphant(?) "you see now I'm a budha(as in old in Hindi)"
Lets hope i can say the same.

You are 40, follow the rules already

2007-03-25T17:21:00.000+05:30
This I write purely from my experiences in Pune. I am among those (few) who try and follow most traffic rules. As i stand at traffic signals waiting for the light to turn green what I notice is that the majority of the people who jump the signal have a pot belly, slightly white hair and are conspicuously over forty! Not to mention the fact that most of these people (men AND women) are commuting with their children....at this point i feel like saying is this the kind of example you want to set for your kids? Don't blame the new age when your kids grow up and have horrible accidents.
Plus, you are middle aged there is expected to be some minimum level of maturity including following traffic rules.

the newspaper these days...

2007-03-12T00:02:00.000+05:30
Reading, I've read, is involuntary thankfully liking what you read is not. what is it with the so called news these days, why does page 3 exist? who is idiotic enough to give that page a look except for the fact that it is placed right opposite the comics? Now the comics are no better either, Garfield has rolled over and sunk under his own weight. the only survivor in the humor region is Calvin and Hobbes, but that's all. Do i really want to see the Liz Hurley and Indian dude with a kid in the newspaper as compared to say a terrorist attack or pictures of an international meeting? No. I haven't read the paper in the past few weeks but as i learnt today when i did grab the paper was that nothing has changed on the other hand i visit the international news website and the world is changing everyday. I repeat international news cause all the news papers have gone page 3.
Stop it. Report news! i don't care if Britney Spears has 666 written on her shaved head shouting that she's the anti-Christ, i really don't care.

Its here!!!

2007-02-23T00:39:00.000+05:30
Its here (finally!-as a friend put it) what is, well my notebook(read laptop) of course. How this changes my life is yet to be seen...but hopefully i'll be writing more than i have been in the past...ok in a long time. but its here and that is enough reason to post this post.

CStruck

2007-01-19T01:17:00.000+05:30
Cries of despair and joy ring out
Bullets are shot and he goes ploughing through
DooMLoRD has arrived
Doing what he was meant tot do
At his side RAB and .avi like hound dogs rounding up sheep
Give push a nighthawk and bullets will shove you down
cobra slithers with his deadly bite
yobo towards you runs
Of life you are quickly light
M!THRAND!R with his shotgun
Oh, how he spoils the close range fun.
KillRoy is there but never arrives.
High atop gargoyle is haunting,
A sharp eyed Hector below
His deadly muzzle at gargoyle pointing.
Somewhere RABID is hiding, his ambushes to most daunting.
There is Anubis and Don! that hold their ground.
Then begins the next round....
He ploughs,
Shouts ring out...

Impotent Glare

2007-01-17T14:51:00.000+05:30

I stare at you remorseless

Loath me not

Nor at me silently curse.

I only responded

To the eyes that spoke.

The wonam you call yours,

It was she who looked

And kept looking

I only looked back

She smiled,

I only smiled back

It was your ill luck

That you looked at me just then

So glare not,

Walk on.

Question your presence in her life.

Importance of letters...

2006-12-31T22:53:00.000+05:30
i may send or be sent an email or sms filled with immense emotion but i will see it in the regular email/mobile font it will become dry and i will delete it soon afterwards if not forget about it. on the other hand write me a letter and there is physical evidence that you thought of me it might take a while for it to get to me but it will have a faint trail of the sender left on it. Perhaps a ketchup stain or tears or a smudge of ink where they paused, maybe even a strict clean letter that comes from a person that is known for that. A letter is personal....i delete most of my emails after a quick glance at the subject. write me a letter and years later when im cleaning out my drawer it will be there to remind me of that person. And a person who took that much effort for me i want to remember.

Around every word...

2006-10-30T00:09:00.000+05:30
When each word is born around it are born thousands of poems and without that word each of those poems would not quite be themselves. If each of us were a word then our lives would be a poem, it all depends on what word we make of ourselves to make the poem exquisite or just the plain and dull.

When One Loves a lil Fungus

2006-10-04T17:00:00.000+05:30

Its been raining in pune and fungus has been growing. So i have been taking pics of the good ones.

That Age and a Man

2006-09-29T09:46:00.000+05:30
Stepping into a woman's body
That skin already too familiar
With the looks its shape gets
The hair actually enjoying the attention
Brought by the wind.
Fingertips consicious
Of the nakedness
Below the hem of the top and above the waistline
indicating to the moral guard,
Her mother,
OF the fabric being pulled down
Leaving it as it was
When she turns around.
The bare back, remains bare.
Fishing once more for that addictive attention
With the crossing, uncrossing and recrossing
Of her legs.
Playing in the park
Is the pink watch
with the Mickey mouse dial
Satin band of her panties
peering out craving male touch
Petals bright
A bud blooming
Cognition of being a woman, far away
But ever closer looming.

The Five Towers

2006-09-09T01:12:00.000+05:30

They were the ones who decided everything. Like a fist that holds all the ropes they held it all. It was the friendship, the trust, the brazen pride that they could bring out the best in anything that was to be done. It was the coy knowledge that whatever trend was around it was started by them. Had this been a tactical force team there would have been none better. The nostalgia stings me in the nose when I think of it. Sadly I have to call it nostalgia; sadly I have to say those were the days. Man! Those were the days! They weren’t that long ago either. Whether it was rescuing lost cats, classroom affairs that needed sorting, or simply nothing it was done together. Names were coined for the five, some out of trust and esteem, and others out of jealousy. It was never a surprise. Why would there not be names. Bill did say there was mythology behind everything great. And so this was our mythology.

Each of us did and do have our pride, and perhaps it was the great trust that was placed in the hands of others. It was that trust which was violated, and like every legend there was a crack and then a rift which brought it all down. To put it in an entirely out of context and on the border of a conceited rudeness, the fortress fell and the towers crumbled.

Into the Mind of a Defunct Poet

2006-09-08T20:18:00.000+05:30
These words are born
And are immediately killed
By the disappointment of their creator
The beauty from all things
Small and large disappears
But like a bad habit
The quirky way of describing things
The constant search for beauty
Remains behind
Like a candy wrapper whose function
Has long gone and died
And like the candy wrapper
One feels like trash and hollow
Like the art within
Ran away to a high mountain
And committed suicide
The mind of a poet
Now defunct
Resides in a glass jar
In a stone case
And into the ocean, dunked.

Midnight Filament

2006-09-07T18:37:00.000+05:30

It’s the old romance
The parchment and the quills
Dusty roads carrying smiling strangers
Clear skies
Time beaten eyes
Monsters in seas far away,
And the ghosts in the well.
The silence of a girl,
Behind the curtain
Eyes of a woman,
Tearing through.
Carts in the shed
Sounds of sleeping bullocks
The magic of the owl
Sitting by my father’s window.
At midnight
One did burn oil
And the garden snake
Lay silently in a coil.

Lazy Sunday(well not exactly) Afternoon....

2006-09-06T15:43:00.000+05:30

After a long long time there was a nice free afternoon in this 21 year old's life. Due to the heavy college going on there has not been much time to just while away, looks like thats gonna continue for the rest of life. There we were just finishing lunch, Santosh and me that is(who else?), and both of us were thinking wether to ask the other about just going and sitting somewhere for the sake of enjoying the weather. Thankfully though Santosh asked and off we went to the less visited parts of the university where everything is quiet and one can take in the weather like only kids can. So that's what we did sat there for a pretty long time discussed a lot of things, all of them inconsequential of course and then we came back strangely happy and relaxed actually feel like hitting the books and gorging down the subjects.

A New Beach

2006-08-24T01:02:00.000+05:30
Take my feathers O’ beautiful
Mould them into wings and fly with me
Out of your box with sadness for walls
Take my hand O’ beautiful
All the way to the stars
There is so much to discover
Strange places foreign lands
Away from the reach
Of those cruel hands
Come out from your shell O’ beautiful
The storm has died
On a brand new beach you lie
The sand sparkles and the shells call
You’ve escaped, far away from it all.

She’s a Leaf

2006-08-24T01:01:00.000+05:30
Her legs dissolve
Into the mists of her skirt
Arms with the zephyr flirting
Like feathers of an eaglet
Restless to fly
She’s the youngest leaf
From the oldest tree of beauty
Scented like a flower
Ripe like a fruit
But a leaf still.
Lacking the conceit of the flower
Which withers and falls
She laughs at the smug look
Of the fruit which is eventually eaten.
She exists to be adored.

Travelers All

2006-08-24T00:59:00.000+05:30
Travel my friend
For that is the purpose
One is not a product of a million years
Only to lie within four walls
Spread your wings and fly high
Let not the lonely road frighten you
For some journeys are made alone
At forks, take the high and hard road
You shall learn more
Confuse your body
Till change becomes the norm
Eat food that tastes funny
In places that smell strange
Fill that mind with experiences
They shall be your colours
Meet other people from far away
Expand your palette
Visit many valleys and mountains
Touch the trees and the flowers you saw in books
Smell scents that words could not describe
Travel my friend travel.

The Royal Walk

2006-08-24T00:58:00.000+05:30
Her subjects lined her path
It was half past one
And all dark
A perfect time for a royal walk
Advancing through an arch of antennae
Spiny legs clicking, setting the mood
Presented with the choicest of crumbs
A royal feast at quarter to two
They dig in, brown wings spread in glee.
A click in the distance
As the light came on
Down came my swats
Some ran and I watched some fall
Then one by one I squashed them all!

So Ugly

2006-08-24T00:57:00.000+05:30
I speak my mind
They don’t like my kind
For I’m so ugly
I burn the road
Throw dust in their face
For I’m so ugly
I don’t sweet talk
And walk my own walk
For I’m so ugly
Have my own sky
Where I do my flyby
For I’m so ugly
I have my scars
Hold memories behind bars
For I’m so ugly
I walk in the rain
Often enjoy pain
For I’m so ugly
Arrogantly me
That’s the way to be
For I’m so ugly

She, the Confused Ocean

2006-08-24T00:55:00.000+05:30
She became like a confused ocean.
Like the setting sun,
Her eyes far away and closing.
Her skin a burning hot
Like a summer afternoon
Her chest rising then falling
Like the deep waters
Her exhales reaching me in waves
As if I was the shore.
Her legs a beach,
Far, wide, inviting,
Virgin.
Not calm, nor serene
Disturbed and distressed, restless and hungry,
Voracious in its existence
Her hands like air
Winds of a torrent
Flowing all over me
All knowing of my skin, my hair
Each scar and crevice.
Aware of the wounds created
By the spears of her nails
Blowing this way then that.
Guiding, no, commanding each step.

One Day in the News

2006-08-24T00:52:00.000+05:30
One day in the news
There will be a tiny square
Reporting a horrible accident
Of a biker who crashed.
It will end there
But I will know
I shall be the fire helmeted rider
Astride my Sway,
Outrunning the Sun’s ray.
There shall be one day
I will come crashing down
The tarmac that’s been eyeing me for so long
Shall have me.
Tearing my clothes
Licking my skin
Scars shall be where smooth skin would have once been
I shall lie in bed eyes closed and healing
Either an accident or marriage shall stop me.
Till then my dear Sway
We got speed limits, time and kilometers
To slay.

Snippets

2006-08-24T00:47:00.000+05:30
In her touch healing and in her words magic
I can call her mine, and the world of men becomes tragic.

To fall is to live and pain is but the proof
How sad it would be had i never fallen and never felt pain
I would be crazy in a corner thinking my life was a spoof.

Taste the nectar of my friendship that i shall give to thee
Crumble in angry tempest when you betray me.

I'm bored of humans and i'm bored of Earth
I dream of the shiny new beings for in with them my interest has taken birth.

At home

2006-07-04T14:56:00.000+05:30
I am among the many who live in the Western 'burbs of Mumbai...its flooded here and my entire family is at home....so whats so great? I knbow a coupla other people like me and they all seem to be running away from their families in a search for privacy....the one day that they get to stay at home they run has mumbai become too much of a fast track city or does this happen everywhere? I must admit that i have caught myself doing the same on Sundays even when its not flooded...
how do joint families do it or do they just put on a sugary outer cover to hide the inside? I as a member of a family of four find it hard not to search for a private corner and my sister locks the door when she is in her room. Why? i ask myself. And i dont know but then there it is.

Waiting for a mystery

2006-04-22T17:47:00.000+05:30
College is over, study leave has started and i dont want to study. I will eventually in the following two weeks that i know. As of now i need a big change...a big big change. had i been sherlock i would have shot one up but im not and i dont. just like Mr. Holmes though i now await a mystery something to take my attention away from my regular world. Perhaps i could have a hound of baskervilles situation, perhaps a beautiful stranger will pass byu\ and my days spent in finding out about her. i need change. come and slap me in the face change!!

turned 21

2006-04-22T17:32:00.000+05:30
this april 18th i turned 21. yes now i can legally marry and booze but thats besides the point cuz i plan to do neither soon. I took a couple of my friends out for pizza and that was nice. i dunno what else to say...i turned 21. i guess its more likely now that kids will call me uncle but one cant help that. i am also closer to balding and a pot belly. oh nyeah my favorite gift was the Goan cookbook ah now i have something to do over the summer...somethings to do i guess. firstly resharpen my kitchen skills and secondly make my mum really worried bout me working in the kitchen. Future wifey if u dont mind Goan food every day you wouldnt have to cook.
-Chow

Hello World

2006-02-18T18:07:00.000+05:30
Hello world. These were the first words that were printed on a screen using the C language. Yesterday my first play was acted out and got more than its share of appreciation. My juniors had entered the street play competion for an intercollege fest without any idea for a story. I happened to be around when they were expressing their worry. I had been thinking about a play like this for a long time now and the theme of the competition also fit. So there i was writing away within minutes of hearing about the competition. The play was promoting condom usage, and me being me had put in the central character of a condom.
The script of the play was ready within a few hours and practice started next morning we had a couple of our actors leave because they were uncomfortable with the "bold topic". That too was for the best we turned out with a nice cast and we practiced like possessed people. This also turned out to be my first directorial venture with a lot of help from friends when i was saturated.
The results of the competion are tomorrow. Wether we win or lose tomorrow i would like to say Hello World, I'm writing plays now.
-chow

Naishad's blog

2005-12-30T22:43:00.000+05:30
do give a visit dude has nice stuff
www.livejournal.com/users/zehaas
and lemme tell you zehaas comes from a sci fi book he read means supreme ruler of the universe...yes you are naishad yes u are.

At Marraiges...

2005-12-30T22:17:00.000+05:30
So a marraige is where two people who were single until before the ceremony are not so single after it. Well thats just nice but for the rest of us its another place for a nice get together with cousins and uncles and aunts who you have known all your life. There is also the other half, people not from your side of the family. People who you want to be atleast good looking if not terribly gifted on the inner side of the skull. There in lies my complaint. What the hell is wrong with the people in my family why can they not marry people who have good looking cousins?? Every good looking girl i see it turns out that from some angle or the other i'm related to her. I'm sure the other side is just having the time of their lives well damn you, return the favour!!

Its been a great day...

2005-12-29T21:16:00.000+05:30
Well for one thing after five years i had a bacon lettuce tomato (BLT just don't cover it) sandwich. i had my first BLT at my half polish half korean friend, David Moleski's place and thats where the affair started. So there i was little brown indian kid who would visit this dude's place and have BLTs. After that we got back to india and that was that. Until today, sir Naishad Kati you have made my day. Kati took me to my BLT today that was heaven.
Met up with Shalaka and Naishad(hence the BLT) had a nice time. looks like this new year's is going to be my kinda new year's which again makes me happy. I came home to have my mum's pizza again heavenly.
So yeah its been a great day.

Ocean

2005-11-30T22:00:00.000+05:30
It is a dream to be a dolphin
The ocean for my mate
Know her like the world does
Know her like only she does
Her calm waves
Her angry beaches
Her secret islands
And the depths of her desires
Here she sits before me
My ocean
I splash around in her eyes

Three Centimeters Short

2005-11-29T20:45:00.001+05:30
At the congregation of poets
Words moved the world
Words moved the heart
With their pens they wrote
Each line a beautiful thought
As the evening meeting continued
Each line they read
Took them further
Down beauty's road
Every step was a dream
And they were free to roam
Even as the night turned to dawn
They went on and on
With their dreams and thoughts
They explored for miles and miles.
When the words stopped
They went home
For their dreams could no longer cater
Too bad, for you began
Three centimeters later