I don't write movie or book reviews,but this is the closest I have come
to doing it.I am sure that I watched Hotel Rwanda pretty late,but just
in case you have not,its a personal recommendation.
Voices of some of the characters in my words...It is chaotic but then so
were the emotions...
This is not rain,mere drops of shame,
For no one and nothing could wash off this blame.
I was made to choose,one human over another,
Mere color to guide,humanity was to be smothered.
Removed the umbrella,blindfold blacked it out,
Sight of red tears blackened,Ah!!just couldn't block out that shout.
How many??
How many cries should I drink?
Before they taste just like water,
How many of these wounded bodies would make my soul shrink?
Before its all normal,this ghastly slaughter.
Just how many...how many bodies would push me off brink?
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Squatting....Does it hurt?
We like sitting.
There.
This was the single most important philosophical anecdote you will ever get.
Yes. Thanks to me.
This would be your torch light in India. Whether you are up against a bureaucracy,
a corporation,a babu,a boss anyone. We all like to sit.
Another piece of this anecdote is this.
We like squatting.
[For those of you who have a warped mind and have thought of 2 places where we sit
and squat the most, well, you just earned yourself the title of "The Sisquater".
For the simple minded,well,you are going to have to learn buddy.]
Wait.This is not complete. There is another part to it.
Sitters and Squatters are most often,a mutually exclusive bunch.
[There is an exception to that rule]
Any which way, if you really had the multitasking capabilities of reading this and
thinking at the same time,why the heck am I reading this,and,why on the planet would
someone write this,you lost that title from above.
You should have got it now.
But the nice hearted guy I am,here it goes.
You are from Rajasthan,aren't you?Words mingled with a dirty look asked me.
That menacing look was the look that Bhajji gave Srisanth,who,in my opinion
were on "non menacing look" terms till they were playing for team India.
Suddenly my friends,who were busy ignoring me through out the trisem (which is
as close to being on pleasant terms ) started giving me the stinker look which Bhajji
had given Sri during the "ModiMakesMoney Premier League".
However,there was no violence in my case.Not for some more time.
On my mildly autistic remark of praising Rajasthan and all things associated with it,
I was abruptly,and quite rudely I must add,given "talk to the hand" gesture.
"Your guys squatting,train delaying,Mommy waiting,Home needing.
These seemingly incomprehensible flinstonish phrases only reinforced my belief that
MBA does turn smart people into incoherent bozos.
It was only after 10 minutes of my expert deduction prowess and tapping my friends head
like Rakhi does to her dead children in Karan Arjun ( to snap them into life ) that I
figured the complete sentence.
Gujjars are squatting on the railway tracks,my train to Bombay is getting delayed and I
need to go home you dolt!
I smiled.
Like that guy who did something and achieved Zen ( was Buddha the last guy to get Zen?)
I started explaining my friend,the Sitter-Squatter philosophy.
I know its so intriguing that you are desperately scrolling down to figure it out.
Didn't I tell you I am a nice guy?Behold...
In our country we have a certain system called Democratic Marketing. No,its not democracy.
It doesn't matter what you studied dear.
It is democratic marketing and its not same as Kotler marketing.
And how.
You don't under promise and over deliver.You overtly over promise,and underly under deliver.
Customer is not the king.Customer is the squatter.Leader is the sitter.
There are no 4 P's here. Its 4 L's.
Lie.
Lie some more.
Lie again.
Lie.
So you see.Leaders lie to a tribe/cast/religion/region while they are standing.
Then they sit.We provide them with chairs.
Then we stand.Ask them for manifestation of lies they told us.And what they do.
They make us squat.
And in that eternal hope that we will share the chair back where we will be a little
more comfortable, we squat.Meanwhile pushing others from whatever state they are in to
this deadly mixture of states.
Denial and Squatting.
Denying that we did a huge mistake while we voted.To use a cliche,we literally voted our
casts instead of casting a vote.Denying the truth that squatting wont help.Denying that
it is only going to hurt more if the whole country squats.
Saddest thing ever.I even faked wiping off a tear drop while explaining this to my friend.
It took some time,vehement Buts and Nooo's from him but he got it.As he turned back,shutting
door on my face ( After all the good thing I do,door is what I get ) I bent my knees and tried squatting.
Tried to feel how my nation feels now,down on knees.
Does that hurt?
There.
This was the single most important philosophical anecdote you will ever get.
Yes. Thanks to me.
This would be your torch light in India. Whether you are up against a bureaucracy,
a corporation,a babu,a boss anyone. We all like to sit.
Another piece of this anecdote is this.
We like squatting.
[For those of you who have a warped mind and have thought of 2 places where we sit
and squat the most, well, you just earned yourself the title of "The Sisquater".
For the simple minded,well,you are going to have to learn buddy.]
Wait.This is not complete. There is another part to it.
Sitters and Squatters are most often,a mutually exclusive bunch.
[There is an exception to that rule]
Any which way, if you really had the multitasking capabilities of reading this and
thinking at the same time,why the heck am I reading this,and,why on the planet would
someone write this,you lost that title from above.
You should have got it now.
But the nice hearted guy I am,here it goes.
You are from Rajasthan,aren't you?Words mingled with a dirty look asked me.
That menacing look was the look that Bhajji gave Srisanth,who,in my opinion
were on "non menacing look" terms till they were playing for team India.
Suddenly my friends,who were busy ignoring me through out the trisem (which is
as close to being on pleasant terms ) started giving me the stinker look which Bhajji
had given Sri during the "ModiMakesMoney Premier League".
However,there was no violence in my case.Not for some more time.
On my mildly autistic remark of praising Rajasthan and all things associated with it,
I was abruptly,and quite rudely I must add,given "talk to the hand" gesture.
"Your guys squatting,train delaying,Mommy waiting,Home needing.
These seemingly incomprehensible flinstonish phrases only reinforced my belief that
MBA does turn smart people into incoherent bozos.
It was only after 10 minutes of my expert deduction prowess and tapping my friends head
like Rakhi does to her dead children in Karan Arjun ( to snap them into life ) that I
figured the complete sentence.
Gujjars are squatting on the railway tracks,my train to Bombay is getting delayed and I
need to go home you dolt!
I smiled.
Like that guy who did something and achieved Zen ( was Buddha the last guy to get Zen?)
I started explaining my friend,the Sitter-Squatter philosophy.
I know its so intriguing that you are desperately scrolling down to figure it out.
Didn't I tell you I am a nice guy?Behold...
In our country we have a certain system called Democratic Marketing. No,its not democracy.
It doesn't matter what you studied dear.
It is democratic marketing and its not same as Kotler marketing.
And how.
You don't under promise and over deliver.You overtly over promise,and underly under deliver.
Customer is not the king.Customer is the squatter.Leader is the sitter.
There are no 4 P's here. Its 4 L's.
Lie.
Lie some more.
Lie again.
Lie.
So you see.Leaders lie to a tribe/cast/religion/region while they are standing.
Then they sit.We provide them with chairs.
Then we stand.Ask them for manifestation of lies they told us.And what they do.
They make us squat.
And in that eternal hope that we will share the chair back where we will be a little
more comfortable, we squat.Meanwhile pushing others from whatever state they are in to
this deadly mixture of states.
Denial and Squatting.
Denying that we did a huge mistake while we voted.To use a cliche,we literally voted our
casts instead of casting a vote.Denying the truth that squatting wont help.Denying that
it is only going to hurt more if the whole country squats.
Saddest thing ever.I even faked wiping off a tear drop while explaining this to my friend.
It took some time,vehement Buts and Nooo's from him but he got it.As he turned back,shutting
door on my face ( After all the good thing I do,door is what I get ) I bent my knees and tried squatting.
Tried to feel how my nation feels now,down on knees.
Does that hurt?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Grandpa...
Should have written this long back.
Just needed some time...Actually needed a break..
There is never a dearth of time no matter how busy you are.
Or so I believe...All I need is the illusion that I am off.
There are some people in life who are a symbol of constancy,
an anchor which you just need to hold on to when everything
else just seems to wobble.
My grandpa was such a personality.Everything about him was just
perfect.His routine,his life style,his achievements,his hobbies
and interests...just about everything.
Even his interest in religion was so clock worked that gods must
have felt bad if they didn't respond back to his timely prayers.
But as much as he was a firm believer in the divine,he was more
concerned with what was in front of him,the life as we see it now.
And when he left this place,he made sure that he was not
cremated,and that his body would be donated to a medical
school.
To be studied,understood and above all,imparted meaning to...
Isn't this all that matters...meaning...in your actions...
Grandpa...you extended that search for meaning longer than a lot of
people could even think of...Miss you...
Saw him there,day after day,
Shaping his life,from that baby's clay.
Those walks,silent,sprinkled with a question or two,
Always about future,steered clear of past,no rue.
Days,a clockwork,but never a clocks slave,
For Time,not his enemy,no actions,a close shave.
A pole star,sure,constant,guiding through dark,
I am a little lost Grandpa,trying,treading,tracing your marks...
Just needed some time...Actually needed a break..
There is never a dearth of time no matter how busy you are.
Or so I believe...All I need is the illusion that I am off.
There are some people in life who are a symbol of constancy,
an anchor which you just need to hold on to when everything
else just seems to wobble.
My grandpa was such a personality.Everything about him was just
perfect.His routine,his life style,his achievements,his hobbies
and interests...just about everything.
Even his interest in religion was so clock worked that gods must
have felt bad if they didn't respond back to his timely prayers.
But as much as he was a firm believer in the divine,he was more
concerned with what was in front of him,the life as we see it now.
And when he left this place,he made sure that he was not
cremated,and that his body would be donated to a medical
school.
To be studied,understood and above all,imparted meaning to...
Isn't this all that matters...meaning...in your actions...
Grandpa...you extended that search for meaning longer than a lot of
people could even think of...Miss you...
Saw him there,day after day,
Shaping his life,from that baby's clay.
Those walks,silent,sprinkled with a question or two,
Always about future,steered clear of past,no rue.
Days,a clockwork,but never a clocks slave,
For Time,not his enemy,no actions,a close shave.
A pole star,sure,constant,guiding through dark,
I am a little lost Grandpa,trying,treading,tracing your marks...
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Car...no windshield...
Again, one of those days when I write without an explanation or a prologue.
Pricks a little sharper,
Surface slightly more paler,
Initial Heights,targets,a little more steeper,
Sights,blurred,though wipers were rapidly clearing moisture.
Just one thing for me,this wide expanse,open field,
For everything has hit me,this car is without windshield...
Pricks a little sharper,
Surface slightly more paler,
Initial Heights,targets,a little more steeper,
Sights,blurred,though wipers were rapidly clearing moisture.
Just one thing for me,this wide expanse,open field,
For everything has hit me,this car is without windshield...
Friday, December 17, 2010
Fatty's Bday
I dont write about birthdays,we tend to make a big
deal out of them.I mean,it is okay to be happy but
hey,not that you did anything big right ( that line
had an ulterior motive of letting my friends know that
there is no birthday treat coming form my end...ever)
But this one is for Guneet Pal Singh Crazy.
Happy B'day...
Its like this craziness walking,
Laughing,shouting,cursing,belching.
Looking for something,a little light,a small ray,
Picks up everything embraces,that comes along the way.
Happy,always happy,rarely,but sometimes a little sad,
His depth,his good,unfathomable,thinks it kay to act bad.
Stay the same,keep the kid alive,shouting,laughing,new
For a part of us wishes,a little part of us should be you.
deal out of them.I mean,it is okay to be happy but
hey,not that you did anything big right ( that line
had an ulterior motive of letting my friends know that
there is no birthday treat coming form my end...ever)
But this one is for Guneet Pal Singh Crazy.
Happy B'day...
Its like this craziness walking,
Laughing,shouting,cursing,belching.
Looking for something,a little light,a small ray,
Picks up everything embraces,that comes along the way.
Happy,always happy,rarely,but sometimes a little sad,
His depth,his good,unfathomable,thinks it kay to act bad.
Stay the same,keep the kid alive,shouting,laughing,new
For a part of us wishes,a little part of us should be you.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Day 0
Its crazy. Absolutely crazy!!
A day in a B-Schooler's life which crosses lines of sanity.
No support, no resistance. Its like our darn sensex. [ I am fishing for compliments from Fin enthusiasts..Hello..]
Back today after a whirlwind of a day and I am dead tired. But not enough not to write a few lines.
Lots of No,lots of yeses,
Big hearty smiles,some long faces,
Being measured for a fit,up close,
Twisted,turned,asking you to pose.
You do it,do it all,with hope tucked in,
Inside you,fidgeting,barely held by a pin.
End of day,all is wrapped,done,
Behold O suitor,for tomorrow will come.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Solitude!!!Dude...
That dude was just to make something absolutely boring sound interesting....So now you do realize that I am taking my courses on marketing very seriously...
This is for a friend whom you I call upon rarely these days. So many things happening,so many people around that one tends to lose the sense of self.
I do hope I regain the sense soon.
On a brighter note...my friends is sending my Kindle!!!
SORI!!! Thnx dude...
Remember how Calvin felt when he got his Propeller Beeni cap?
Hmmm...Look on your face say you don't.
Check it out,look how happy I am and then go on to read some serious stuff... :)
Me and my solitude,in a crowded place
Unable to talk,negotiate,face to face.
It just shouts,complains,You don't have time,
I am all but a filler,when things just arnt fine.
Unable to refute,I smile,in my regale,
Busy,in this market,making another big sale.
But today,I return,to that earmarked page,
Coziness of my home,inviting this guest again,in this cage...
This is for a friend whom you I call upon rarely these days. So many things happening,so many people around that one tends to lose the sense of self.
I do hope I regain the sense soon.
On a brighter note...my friends is sending my Kindle!!!
SORI!!! Thnx dude...
Remember how Calvin felt when he got his Propeller Beeni cap?
Hmmm...Look on your face say you don't.
Check it out,look how happy I am and then go on to read some serious stuff... :)
Me and my solitude,in a crowded place
Unable to talk,negotiate,face to face.
It just shouts,complains,You don't have time,
I am all but a filler,when things just arnt fine.
Unable to refute,I smile,in my regale,
Busy,in this market,making another big sale.
But today,I return,to that earmarked page,
Coziness of my home,inviting this guest again,in this cage...
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Time out!
While working there was this intranet space where I used to blog.
One of the most prolific blogger there used to have this doodle/picture
based poetry competition. Used to really look forward to Friday coz of that.
Yes,only for that,otherwise I was so immersed in work that days really
didn't matter,I am not your regular TGIF guy [And I so saw you smirking ] :P
This is the pic I saw, and this goes out to that group of friends who
still put up with me...
Time Out!!!
Would be great if you guys left couple of lines on the pic..
Always switched on,Boolean one,
Always hassled,occupied,on the run,
Ticking,ever so ever,unable to stop,
Race was against self,slave to a clock,
Looking for happiness,everywhere but within,
But isn't it difficult,introspection under your skin?
Was until met a friend,through a lucky route,
We looked,understood,sighed,relaxed,as dude said...TIME OUT!!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Long wait for another short race...
Okay, not the best of days...first results in b-school and well that data did not go as per projections.....It was way off..way way off...Mr. Kalmadi would be so proud of me...Mom & Dad...not so...
Any which way, its long since I saw my name figuring that low in the list...and its not the best of feeling...
Going by tradition, I intend to devote 4 lines to this first result here at IIFT.
Of course I made it sound way too big...a life altering event types...But nothing that a little patience and a chocolate bar could not make up for :)
Standing, in that corner,seen,but a little hidden,
The race over,shouts there,but here quiet space,
Old name on the trophy,a little dull,now stricken,
I run to join shouts,perturbed,desperate for next race...
Any which way, its long since I saw my name figuring that low in the list...and its not the best of feeling...
Going by tradition, I intend to devote 4 lines to this first result here at IIFT.
Of course I made it sound way too big...a life altering event types...But nothing that a little patience and a chocolate bar could not make up for :)
Standing, in that corner,seen,but a little hidden,
The race over,shouts there,but here quiet space,
Old name on the trophy,a little dull,now stricken,
I run to join shouts,perturbed,desperate for next race...
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Words...Again??
This is probably 3rd or 4th post on Words... May be I am obsessed or a firm believer in the power of words.
But I do think we tend to take them granted a lot of times... Words should make one sit up, think, even feel good...for they are too easy to use for hurting anyone...
If words could heal,
Go a little deep,make us feel,
Help us a little more,
To make sense of world,why is it sore?
Reach,where no one else could,
Answer them all,the little whys,the big would.
Too much to ask?Words,too lame?
Not strong enough?To crack that icy silent pane?
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I Blame Delhi!
Again!! It’s a combination of a desperate attempt to reach 100 on the blog space and my futile attempts
to read Organizational Behavior.
But it’s not like this one is an absolutely arbitrary soup of words.
Hmmm….Soup…
Jhurani. Concentrate.
I know title is overtly sensational. But with the traffic this page generates.
You guys leave me with no choice but to resort to India TV way of reporting (Nothing But Truth!! ) :P
But seriously, Delhi is to be blamed for ruining my career.
Why??
It’s cold out here.
And those of you know me…don’t start.
Dude, you are from Jaipur. It must be darn cold there. This should be like normal for you.
a)I was cold there in Jaipur too. Just that I was too proud to accept. Common, that nonchalance of
me being super cool/unaffected by cold is ehhh…kewl.
Frankly speaking, even a dude from Alaska would be freezing here in Delhi.
Just that bugger would be too proud to say “Yes…I am cold”.
b)I am not a winter baby. The only way I am a winter baby is when I am under a blanket made up
of 2-3 quintals of cotton. And my mother is not pulling it away.
c)My immunity sucks. My nose has been behaving like an Alien since November. Only something
disgusting has to come every time it is messed around with. Okay, don’t leave the page,
not like I touched your computer monitor or something. Jeez…what a wuss!
d)I am not exactly a “Jaipur cold loving person”. The reason I was able to survive
Chennai/Bangalore/Hyderabad was because these places were like COLD FREE!!
And after 8 years of living in normal temperature zones…Delhi is a pain.
So essentially my nose is not going to get any better, immunity is not gonna get strong no matter
how much Chawanprash my dear mother stuffs down my throat
[ To all the makers , why can’t you just put in some effort in changing the way it looks…Yikes!]
Nor am I going to get up in time for any of the classes, quizzes and presentations that are scheduled before 1 PM.
Ergo no grades, no CV short listing, no career.
[This has absolutely nothing to do with my lack of efforts or wasting time, not planning well, not working hard etc….Mind It! ]
I so wanted to use this line.
I rest my case.
to read Organizational Behavior.
But it’s not like this one is an absolutely arbitrary soup of words.
Hmmm….Soup…
Jhurani. Concentrate.
I know title is overtly sensational. But with the traffic this page generates.
You guys leave me with no choice but to resort to India TV way of reporting (Nothing But Truth!! ) :P
But seriously, Delhi is to be blamed for ruining my career.
Why??
It’s cold out here.
And those of you know me…don’t start.
Dude, you are from Jaipur. It must be darn cold there. This should be like normal for you.
a)I was cold there in Jaipur too. Just that I was too proud to accept. Common, that nonchalance of
me being super cool/unaffected by cold is ehhh…kewl.
Frankly speaking, even a dude from Alaska would be freezing here in Delhi.
Just that bugger would be too proud to say “Yes…I am cold”.
b)I am not a winter baby. The only way I am a winter baby is when I am under a blanket made up
of 2-3 quintals of cotton. And my mother is not pulling it away.
c)My immunity sucks. My nose has been behaving like an Alien since November. Only something
disgusting has to come every time it is messed around with. Okay, don’t leave the page,
not like I touched your computer monitor or something. Jeez…what a wuss!
d)I am not exactly a “Jaipur cold loving person”. The reason I was able to survive
Chennai/Bangalore/Hyderabad was because these places were like COLD FREE!!
And after 8 years of living in normal temperature zones…Delhi is a pain.
So essentially my nose is not going to get any better, immunity is not gonna get strong no matter
how much Chawanprash my dear mother stuffs down my throat
[ To all the makers , why can’t you just put in some effort in changing the way it looks…Yikes!]
Nor am I going to get up in time for any of the classes, quizzes and presentations that are scheduled before 1 PM.
Ergo no grades, no CV short listing, no career.
[This has absolutely nothing to do with my lack of efforts or wasting time, not planning well, not working hard etc….Mind It! ]
I so wanted to use this line.
I rest my case.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
A little drop...
So goes out to lucky ones who will find such happiness :) Hey a tear is not always bad...
[Not often I tag a post to "Happiness" :) ]
A little drop, out of nowhere,
Just caught life, claimed its share.
I closed my eyes, hoping, it would pass,
Failed! , that little devil, notorious, crass.
It wasn’t meant to be seen, the happy visage,
Only stony look of a traveler, hitting another mirage.
I hate what that sight did to me, that oasis,
Forced me to shout, giving the silence a miss.
The happiness just trickled, reached right up to my eye,
Leaked a little, from that dry corner, unvisited till today.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Wish List
We all look back, recollect, laugh, wish, miss, cherish some days in our lives.
Want to talk about them again and over. Like re run of a friends episode.
The jokes, the situation, the end, everything is known. Everything.
But still…But still you would not mind sharing it with anyone…even if you don’t know a lot of people in that group. For you don’t mind, it’s not for them to laugh at, not for them to understand why would you laugh on something so trivial. Your story, dedicated to you!
Why the heck did I write an absolutely clichéd, quotidian set of lines?
a) Because it my blog space
b) I so want to reach the 100 mark on my blog space [I don’t see you shouting at Sachin when he tries to take strike during his nervous 90’s, so cut me some slack okay! ]
c) Desperately trying to avoid studies under the pretense that I am writing something subtle and philosophical
More so because I want to put my wish list on this space.
1) Meet all the cousins, now spread all over the globe and have a blast!
2) Get a kindle
3) Speak news on Door Darshan some day
4) Teach...any grade, college etc. Hey Wozniak teaches grade 5 why can’t I?
5) Write a book and get it published
6) Get nominated for Booker ** [ Do they have a morose Booker? For like writing sad stuff consistently? ]
7) Win the Booker ** [ For the above dreamt category ]
8) Have a huge huge library in my house [ Not filled with the published, Booker awarded bunch of unsold books written by yours truly ]
9) Own all the possible editions of Calvin and Hobbes there are. Including the really hefty ones. [ Try and meet Bill Waterson…Gee…]
10) Write something really funny. P G wodehousish kinda funny.
11) Head bang at a Linking park concert. With double the intensity I did for Rusted strings when they came down to IIFT this time for Quo Vadis. My neck still hurts. Quo Vadis got over on 21st nov.
12) Attend a Pink Floyd and Evanescence concert
13) Meet Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam one day. And talk to him. That would be so cool
14) Have 93rd post on the blog spot as my wish list post :P
Enough…going back to study International Trade Operations [ Ctrl B + Ctrl U + Ctrl I ,Mom Dad are you listening??].
Want to talk about them again and over. Like re run of a friends episode.
The jokes, the situation, the end, everything is known. Everything.
But still…But still you would not mind sharing it with anyone…even if you don’t know a lot of people in that group. For you don’t mind, it’s not for them to laugh at, not for them to understand why would you laugh on something so trivial. Your story, dedicated to you!
Why the heck did I write an absolutely clichéd, quotidian set of lines?
a) Because it my blog space
b) I so want to reach the 100 mark on my blog space [I don’t see you shouting at Sachin when he tries to take strike during his nervous 90’s, so cut me some slack okay! ]
c) Desperately trying to avoid studies under the pretense that I am writing something subtle and philosophical
More so because I want to put my wish list on this space.
1) Meet all the cousins, now spread all over the globe and have a blast!
2) Get a kindle
3) Speak news on Door Darshan some day
4) Teach...any grade, college etc. Hey Wozniak teaches grade 5 why can’t I?
5) Write a book and get it published
6) Get nominated for Booker ** [ Do they have a morose Booker? For like writing sad stuff consistently? ]
7) Win the Booker ** [ For the above dreamt category ]
8) Have a huge huge library in my house [ Not filled with the published, Booker awarded bunch of unsold books written by yours truly ]
9) Own all the possible editions of Calvin and Hobbes there are. Including the really hefty ones. [ Try and meet Bill Waterson…Gee…]
10) Write something really funny. P G wodehousish kinda funny.
11) Head bang at a Linking park concert. With double the intensity I did for Rusted strings when they came down to IIFT this time for Quo Vadis. My neck still hurts. Quo Vadis got over on 21st nov.
12) Attend a Pink Floyd and Evanescence concert
13) Meet Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam one day. And talk to him. That would be so cool
14) Have 93rd post on the blog spot as my wish list post :P
Enough…going back to study International Trade Operations [ Ctrl B + Ctrl U + Ctrl I ,Mom Dad are you listening??].
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Fine...I leave now!!!
Man...grown ups LIE!!...And yeah they are hypocrites.
That's the kid in me swearing at me. Don't get me started why.
They tell you to keep the kid alive,and then they smother it till he grows up...
Like a genetically modified crop or something...
Whatever!!
I am confused.
They preached,they told,
Keep kid alive,thought they sold,
Kid shouldn't die,motto embossed,
Get dirty,careless,smile and sob.
Hey I took the big guys advise,
Believed grown ups,for they seemed wise.
Got my shoes dirty,splashed in the puddles,
Spoke my mind,sans double tones,always for huddle.
I Let the ice-cream leak,all over my shirt,
Gee,was so not afraid,of that rain,of the dirt.
But hey,you made fun,all your puns,
Ignored initially,all those chilling burns.
Go,enough?as I have masked that smile,
I Let apathy won,cynicism triumph,all beautiful,vile.
I have my candy,but its not sweet anymore,
You just separated,calvin & hobbes,and now,your world is again...SUCH A BORE!!!
That's the kid in me swearing at me. Don't get me started why.
They tell you to keep the kid alive,and then they smother it till he grows up...
Like a genetically modified crop or something...
Whatever!!
I am confused.
They preached,they told,
Keep kid alive,thought they sold,
Kid shouldn't die,motto embossed,
Get dirty,careless,smile and sob.
Hey I took the big guys advise,
Believed grown ups,for they seemed wise.
Got my shoes dirty,splashed in the puddles,
Spoke my mind,sans double tones,always for huddle.
I Let the ice-cream leak,all over my shirt,
Gee,was so not afraid,of that rain,of the dirt.
But hey,you made fun,all your puns,
Ignored initially,all those chilling burns.
Go,enough?as I have masked that smile,
I Let apathy won,cynicism triumph,all beautiful,vile.
I have my candy,but its not sweet anymore,
You just separated,calvin & hobbes,and now,your world is again...SUCH A BORE!!!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Phew...Done...
For some of my friends out there...for their success is something which could elude them for a teensy weensy while..But then...the darn thing will come around man!!
Yes,it has been too long,
I never stopped singing though,
With my pals,their triumph songs,
Aching a little,but high amidst all lows.
The glasses clinked,mine filled to drown,
I shouted Ho!!As I took a sweet bitter swig
Lost control,slurred,but never allowed that frown,
For they held me,supported the me, fragile as a twig.
Bent,warped,twisted,jerked,smothered I felt it all,
And yes,somehow it did seem,linearity such a farce,
Ta Da,the magician claimed,puzzle solved,me straightened,tall,
A realization dawned,the magic was all me,curse broken,parsed.
Yes,it has been too long,
I never stopped singing though,
With my pals,their triumph songs,
Aching a little,but high amidst all lows.
The glasses clinked,mine filled to drown,
I shouted Ho!!As I took a sweet bitter swig
Lost control,slurred,but never allowed that frown,
For they held me,supported the me, fragile as a twig.
Bent,warped,twisted,jerked,smothered I felt it all,
And yes,somehow it did seem,linearity such a farce,
Ta Da,the magician claimed,puzzle solved,me straightened,tall,
A realization dawned,the magic was all me,curse broken,parsed.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Those little things - Part 2
Yes, I could have clubbed it with part 1.
But then I wanted to reach that small happiness of touching 100 on my space. :)
My reflection magnified, courtesy, the next big dream,
The real self so puny, poor kid lost his sheen.
For his cycle was modified, supporting wheels removed,
Left to fend alone, in a jungle, crowded, distorted, skewed.
Hey, but it was the next big thing, it’s going to bring it all,
Yes, would lose that smile a little, miss a few rain falls.
But hey, the next big thing came, and left a little void, hollowed,
For so many teeny weeny things went away, with them happiness just followed.
But then I wanted to reach that small happiness of touching 100 on my space. :)
My reflection magnified, courtesy, the next big dream,
The real self so puny, poor kid lost his sheen.
For his cycle was modified, supporting wheels removed,
Left to fend alone, in a jungle, crowded, distorted, skewed.
Hey, but it was the next big thing, it’s going to bring it all,
Yes, would lose that smile a little, miss a few rain falls.
But hey, the next big thing came, and left a little void, hollowed,
For so many teeny weeny things went away, with them happiness just followed.
Those little things - Part 1
Okay, maybe I am exaggerating.
Even I was not convinced when I saw this Hippo advertisement.
Good food and you solve all the problems of this world!!
DUH!!
Fine.
I was wrong.
So busy with looking at the next BIG thing in life that, well, the little ones just slip somewhere.
This trip to Jama Masjid on Eid kinda snapped me out of it.
As if someone just turned down the treadmill ( I know I do the treadmill analogy way too much but it’s a good one and hard to replace ), right when you think you are going to crash.
That small Kulhad ( earthen mug ) which had creamy lassi, the year 1842 tandoor ( oven ) in which that huge Roti ( bread ) was being made,sorry to all the PETA supporters out there but even those kababs.
And the people around, the ones in Mercedes,ones like us ( metro users ) and the less fortunate ones, all seem to happy for that little while when they just close their eyes, forget what it is going to be like tomorrow.
All this when they just take that nibble, that sip and that slurp seems to say, enough already with fighting over who is fairer, closer to the almighty, more powerful, more successful and lot other mores.
Let me just finish this bite, they seem to say, for my next big thing can wait today.
Even I was not convinced when I saw this Hippo advertisement.
Good food and you solve all the problems of this world!!
DUH!!
Fine.
I was wrong.
So busy with looking at the next BIG thing in life that, well, the little ones just slip somewhere.
This trip to Jama Masjid on Eid kinda snapped me out of it.
As if someone just turned down the treadmill ( I know I do the treadmill analogy way too much but it’s a good one and hard to replace ), right when you think you are going to crash.
That small Kulhad ( earthen mug ) which had creamy lassi, the year 1842 tandoor ( oven ) in which that huge Roti ( bread ) was being made,sorry to all the PETA supporters out there but even those kababs.
And the people around, the ones in Mercedes,ones like us ( metro users ) and the less fortunate ones, all seem to happy for that little while when they just close their eyes, forget what it is going to be like tomorrow.
All this when they just take that nibble, that sip and that slurp seems to say, enough already with fighting over who is fairer, closer to the almighty, more powerful, more successful and lot other mores.
Let me just finish this bite, they seem to say, for my next big thing can wait today.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Never ever far
This one goes from the class of 2012 to a group of amazing people we had the privilege to meet on Alum nite on 13th and Silver Jubilee celebrations for class of 85 batch on the 14th...
And once again...You guys ROCK!!!
Colors spilled all over that old picture,
Smiles turned to giggles,to peals of laughter.
For they were there,my friends,my pals,
With whom even Rajma rice were specials.
Even halls and classes where I never sat,
They seem my own,for that spirit still lasts.
For a minute,that carelessness is back,
carom in the mess,tea at dhaba with the pack.
I wish that it freezes,stays on,for at least a little while,
Give that race a miss,run backwards a few miles.
For you are a part of me,my Alma Mater,
No matter where I go,we could never be far,ever...
For this is who I am,an IIFTian forever...
And once again...You guys ROCK!!!
Colors spilled all over that old picture,
Smiles turned to giggles,to peals of laughter.
For they were there,my friends,my pals,
With whom even Rajma rice were specials.
Even halls and classes where I never sat,
They seem my own,for that spirit still lasts.
For a minute,that carelessness is back,
carom in the mess,tea at dhaba with the pack.
I wish that it freezes,stays on,for at least a little while,
Give that race a miss,run backwards a few miles.
For you are a part of me,my Alma Mater,
No matter where I go,we could never be far,ever...
For this is who I am,an IIFTian forever...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Should I??
I know, I know, I said no more rants,but then its my space and its a habit which is going to take some time...thnx Kishan for the comment ( lone one...others to note,you guys just don't appreciate humor )
A little jealous, turning a little vile,
Forget for a moment, should I let go for a while.
Someone looking over your head,your thoughts ,
No one else, it was you playing crosses and naughts.
Predicting moves in advance, losing in turn,
Going so far, drifting, to a point of no return.
A little jealous, turning a little vile,
Forget for a moment, should I let go for a while.
Someone looking over your head,your thoughts ,
No one else, it was you playing crosses and naughts.
Predicting moves in advance, losing in turn,
Going so far, drifting, to a point of no return.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Hightlights from Life...
Heck!!!
My expressions are getting sadder and sadder by day.
Last post was downright horrible...For the next few
days absolutely no morose stuff ( no matter how true
it is ) but a little bit of sarcasm can be accommodated :)
Few inklings from last couple of weeks..
1) Realized IStory is really a lame name for the space.
Suggestions solicited.Even if you stumbled here by mistake.
2) Mental note to self : Book tickets in advance while planning
trip back home.It is not,repeat,it is not a good idea to take
a ride in an Innova with driver whose thinks a couple of winks
( read naps ) during the trip is acceptable. [ I so wanted to
lecture him on Six Sigma but was afraid he might pass out ]
3) You have to,repeat,you have to have a collection of songs which
help keep people awake and not kill them.
Yes,it is the driver who "Incidentally" I was trying to keep awake
( and stay alive in process ) by playing Oooooolllldddd ( old old very old types)
Another sticky note for the brain..."Kya se kya ho gaya,bewafa" and
"Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi" are not peppy...not at all you thickhead.
4) Again,book tickets while coming back from home.
And yes, Saif Ali Khan was lying when he told his friends in "Dil Chata Hai"
that he came all the way from Goa with his rear balanced on a wooden plank
in a truck.
And yes,it is not at all cool.It hurts,even when you take a barely cushioned plank behind drivers seat.And hey,you have a huge body structure [ That's euphemism for being fat],you are not Saif for heavens sake.
Do not ever try it again.
5) Try and recall at least the tune of the Aartees ( Religious hymns ) while going
home for a festival.Your parents/relatives/annoying neighbors can pull you anytime and push you in front of the crowd to continue.
[Note to self,COLDPLAY is not a song/tune which could be modified while saying Hi to God]
Enough already of the repetitions and disparaging humor.
C ya all later...
My expressions are getting sadder and sadder by day.
Last post was downright horrible...For the next few
days absolutely no morose stuff ( no matter how true
it is ) but a little bit of sarcasm can be accommodated :)
Few inklings from last couple of weeks..
1) Realized IStory is really a lame name for the space.
Suggestions solicited.Even if you stumbled here by mistake.
2) Mental note to self : Book tickets in advance while planning
trip back home.It is not,repeat,it is not a good idea to take
a ride in an Innova with driver whose thinks a couple of winks
( read naps ) during the trip is acceptable. [ I so wanted to
lecture him on Six Sigma but was afraid he might pass out ]
3) You have to,repeat,you have to have a collection of songs which
help keep people awake and not kill them.
Yes,it is the driver who "Incidentally" I was trying to keep awake
( and stay alive in process ) by playing Oooooolllldddd ( old old very old types)
Another sticky note for the brain..."Kya se kya ho gaya,bewafa" and
"Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi" are not peppy...not at all you thickhead.
4) Again,book tickets while coming back from home.
And yes, Saif Ali Khan was lying when he told his friends in "Dil Chata Hai"
that he came all the way from Goa with his rear balanced on a wooden plank
in a truck.
And yes,it is not at all cool.It hurts,even when you take a barely cushioned plank behind drivers seat.And hey,you have a huge body structure [ That's euphemism for being fat],you are not Saif for heavens sake.
Do not ever try it again.
5) Try and recall at least the tune of the Aartees ( Religious hymns ) while going
home for a festival.Your parents/relatives/annoying neighbors can pull you anytime and push you in front of the crowd to continue.
[Note to self,COLDPLAY is not a song/tune which could be modified while saying Hi to God]
Enough already of the repetitions and disparaging humor.
C ya all later...
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Words....
Manic depression...sums up MBA in spirit...bouts of euphoria followed by stark black sadness...uncertainty and lets face it,sometimes ( a lot of times ) sense of futility...
Sometimes the question...Why the heck am I doing this..sometimes,why the heck did I chose to do what I am not doing now...
And sometimes that flimsy mania just tips over..leaving you a little more sure about you being unsure...
After one such day in college...
Words...like those off target darts,
Confused...missing ends,missing starts..
My voice,lost in noise,
Awkward,my walk,my poise.
My attempts,colored juvenile,futile,
Shoulders droop,as heavy vacuum bags pile,
My eyes,blank,yet full of red,
Staring at dawn,mourning,another night dead.
My mind,so full,Ouch,nerves throbbing,
Mutinous thoughts,conspiring,mobbing.
My words,landing hard,what explosion,
Splinters flying,hurting myself,sparing none..
Sometimes the question...Why the heck am I doing this..sometimes,why the heck did I chose to do what I am not doing now...
And sometimes that flimsy mania just tips over..leaving you a little more sure about you being unsure...
After one such day in college...
Words...like those off target darts,
Confused...missing ends,missing starts..
My voice,lost in noise,
Awkward,my walk,my poise.
My attempts,colored juvenile,futile,
Shoulders droop,as heavy vacuum bags pile,
My eyes,blank,yet full of red,
Staring at dawn,mourning,another night dead.
My mind,so full,Ouch,nerves throbbing,
Mutinous thoughts,conspiring,mobbing.
My words,landing hard,what explosion,
Splinters flying,hurting myself,sparing none..
Monday, November 1, 2010
Smilies....
Afraid of a little emoticon,
Lest it break that face,rigid,forlorn.
Force it to break into a smile,wide,
Then I would have nowhere to run,nowhere to hide.
For that will bring,and end to it all,
That ego maniac ego,will take a hit,crash and fall.
A question,if I am ready for it,
Open,may be even vulnerable,take a call,take a hit...
Lest it break that face,rigid,forlorn.
Force it to break into a smile,wide,
Then I would have nowhere to run,nowhere to hide.
For that will bring,and end to it all,
That ego maniac ego,will take a hit,crash and fall.
A question,if I am ready for it,
Open,may be even vulnerable,take a call,take a hit...
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Let go of Rhyme...
Not really sure what prompted me to write this.
Was it the OR lecture?? Highly probable...
Or is it that I need to let it go...
Let go of the poems??
May be....
Need my poems on paper to rhyme so bad,
Like compensating for missing tunes,somewhere,
Obsessed,so much,that next word had to be sad/mad,
Dang!!Why not disturb,break,get rid of this dread,the fear.
Was it the OR lecture?? Highly probable...
Or is it that I need to let it go...
Let go of the poems??
May be....
Need my poems on paper to rhyme so bad,
Like compensating for missing tunes,somewhere,
Obsessed,so much,that next word had to be sad/mad,
Dang!!Why not disturb,break,get rid of this dread,the fear.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
विचार,बिखरे से
Looong time since I wrote something in Hindi...
Thnx google translitration...
विचारों के द्वन्द , छोटे किन्तु अनगनित ,
टकराते हुए बंद दरवाज़ों से,गुस्साए से तनिक.
यह क्यों वह क्यों नहीं,पूछते तुमसे,सबसे,
सरफिरे से हिचकोले खाते हुए , पर थामे हुए कसके.
अब विचारों को कौन समझाए,वे बोराऐ से प्राणी,
और वह भी तब,जब विचार ही चिंतन करें, करें मनमानी.
चलिए,ख़तम करें यह अंतर द्वन्द,विचारों से की याचना,
वे खिलखिलाए , बोले, हम तो साधन मात्र हैं,आखिर हैं तो तुम्हारी ही रचना.
Thnx google translitration...
विचारों के द्वन्द , छोटे किन्तु अनगनित ,
टकराते हुए बंद दरवाज़ों से,गुस्साए से तनिक.
यह क्यों वह क्यों नहीं,पूछते तुमसे,सबसे,
सरफिरे से हिचकोले खाते हुए , पर थामे हुए कसके.
अब विचारों को कौन समझाए,वे बोराऐ से प्राणी,
और वह भी तब,जब विचार ही चिंतन करें, करें मनमानी.
चलिए,ख़तम करें यह अंतर द्वन्द,विचारों से की याचना,
वे खिलखिलाए , बोले, हम तो साधन मात्र हैं,आखिर हैं तो तुम्हारी ही रचना.
Arcs to Lines...and back...
Placement seasons are weird...sometimes they bring the best in us ( not that often ) and sometimes the worst. The face it brings forth is mostly not the one we usually heed to,listen to or obey.But this season is actually capable of bringing up something base right on the surface.
Nerves still unnerved,heart still pounding,
Bruise still afresh,dread,steady and mounting.
Yeses Nos,Ins Outs,for me,wrongs the only rights,,
Balance dis balanced,sure of being unsure,seemingly futile fights.
Being judged,being measured,being scrutinized,being pruned,
My once mighty resolve,being fed weakness,almost tuned.
The smiling facade,jaded now,for Ouch!! it pinches,
Moon arc to linearity,the journey,arduous,though its inches.
To hit and bend the line to the once beatific serene,
Take hits and count how many "have nots",the "could have beens".
Nerves still unnerved,heart still pounding,
Bruise still afresh,dread,steady and mounting.
Yeses Nos,Ins Outs,for me,wrongs the only rights,,
Balance dis balanced,sure of being unsure,seemingly futile fights.
Being judged,being measured,being scrutinized,being pruned,
My once mighty resolve,being fed weakness,almost tuned.
The smiling facade,jaded now,for Ouch!! it pinches,
Moon arc to linearity,the journey,arduous,though its inches.
To hit and bend the line to the once beatific serene,
Take hits and count how many "have nots",the "could have beens".
Friday, October 15, 2010
It...
Who says material pursuits are unemotional fights over nothing deep.
Sometimes, "It" is what becomes your biggest fight...
A twinkle in eye,with a drop of tear,
It was all so far,yet it seemed so near.
All I wanted was to touch "It",hold "It",raise "It" high,
Grow, from being a mere undeserving onlooker,letting out a sigh.
For I needed "It" so bad,so very much,
It became who I am,it held me,became my crutch.
What's this!Some one pushes me,jostles,goes past,
I hit the ground,small nukes in brains,a blast.
"It" is no more mine,strange hand smothering it,
"It" is mine,I shout,rest stare,as if I was under a deranged fit.
I laugh out,crying,and Oh so loud,letting out the pain,
See me cry today,see me hurt today,but I will fight you for "It",Once again...
Sometimes, "It" is what becomes your biggest fight...
A twinkle in eye,with a drop of tear,
It was all so far,yet it seemed so near.
All I wanted was to touch "It",hold "It",raise "It" high,
Grow, from being a mere undeserving onlooker,letting out a sigh.
For I needed "It" so bad,so very much,
It became who I am,it held me,became my crutch.
What's this!Some one pushes me,jostles,goes past,
I hit the ground,small nukes in brains,a blast.
"It" is no more mine,strange hand smothering it,
"It" is mine,I shout,rest stare,as if I was under a deranged fit.
I laugh out,crying,and Oh so loud,letting out the pain,
See me cry today,see me hurt today,but I will fight you for "It",Once again...
What?
What makes me feel that I want to shout
What forces me to lose,give up that bout
What haggles me to say things I don't really mean
What haunts me to stay where I couldn't not be seen
What tells me that I am not myself today,
What is it that pushes me in a hole,no light,no day
What is it that I have to lose over to win,
What is tearing me apart,taking away,last thread,that last pin
What forces me to lose,give up that bout
What haggles me to say things I don't really mean
What haunts me to stay where I couldn't not be seen
What tells me that I am not myself today,
What is it that pushes me in a hole,no light,no day
What is it that I have to lose over to win,
What is tearing me apart,taking away,last thread,that last pin
Friday, October 1, 2010
Dad...
Sense of futility...That is all I can experience now...
From everyone here at IIFT to our friend Ankush and his family...
To your Dad...your anchor...may he Rest in Peace...
Ever found your world crumbling as you tread,
Losing the one , your pillar,strength,your need.
My small hands,snugly wrapped around his finger,
I grew big and tall,but my heart within his,still lingers.
You were everything I could tell without saying,Dad,
Your hard exterior a mere facade,for my pains made you sad.
Mom showered me with so much love,you just saw,smiled,
I knew how much you wanted to say,but well,failed.
And I suddenly find myself,in abyss,without an anchor,
My ships hull wobbling,Dad,I feel like a sinker.
For you were all I leaned upon,again and ever,
With you,a part of me gone,crushed,a tie severed.
I am not sure how to respond,for I am all grown up and all,
I just want to hold your hands again,forget all worries,just be your kid...small.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Pursuit of Happiness??
Find something that makes you happy.Do what makes you happy.
Beautiful sentences....But...
An euphoria of anhedonia , oh such bliss,
Nothing to trouble you, yet something amiss.
A hole, disturbing the quiet chaos,
Forcing you to emote, feel the pinch, take a loss .
Not a clue, how to begin? I asked,
Someone whispered, write something happy, sans a mask.
Happy? Cant I wait for the big day, that whole?
Till then just stay quiet, keep it damp, cold?
The voice giggled, you would be naive to play it cool,
Miss those small sprinkles and you are such a fool.
That is it....could not write beyond this...blogger's block perhaps
Wrote this in MIS class...man...at this rate i am gonna touch 100 way too soon
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Recycling sucess stories...
Wrote it in my OB class...first class of my second trimester...
Phew...some really really long long 3 hours
They want to hear, we want to tell,
End of the day,it is "I" that I have to sell...
Those stale true stories,spruced with little lies,
Hey, cant help it, you got to haggle, till they buy your "I"...
Should not be too hard guessing what its about...
Phew...some really really long long 3 hours
They want to hear, we want to tell,
End of the day,it is "I" that I have to sell...
Those stale true stories,spruced with little lies,
Hey, cant help it, you got to haggle, till they buy your "I"...
Should not be too hard guessing what its about...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Still not an Eulogy Dude...
Feeling Blue...
Saw the pic again and over. Just one guy missing. He was behind the camera.Reminded me of the September after which he never ever was..
Ravi...Dude...Still..this is not an eulogy...Nor was this
Dude, that pic I saw again, still sans you,
You captured us all,in a viscous frame,sluggish,slow
Today it looks almost vacant strange, anew,
You should have been there,forever,till it was...Yellow...
How many days,and how many years,
How many drops,and how many tears,
Till we claim to be normal,act like we moved on ,
Stop missing you,believe that you are gone,
The words have no order,just glass pieces,on floor,
Good that they don’t make a lot of sense, we need no more
For the rationale confounds me,leaves me with emotions tedious,
That circle of mine,shirking,approaching a point,without a radius.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
4 lines...
Back on the roads that stopped leading to anywhere,
With nothing but despaired hope,mirage pulling me near.
Will walk till the illusion is intact,sane,
Waiting for it to wash away,waiting for that illusive rain.
With nothing but despaired hope,mirage pulling me near.
Will walk till the illusion is intact,sane,
Waiting for it to wash away,waiting for that illusive rain.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Smiles...Stoned...
Before the business communication end term...
The smile widens,but unable to put a dent on the face,
But he stores it,for another day,like a precious last candy
Dear to that kid,who sees it melt away,but still takes solace
Clings to that crumpled wrapper,hidden from mommy and daddy.
The debit of smiles,unexpressed,locked,in a vault,not seeing a ray,
And a few,just unaccounted for,a few lost,scattered,hither,
He didnt like it one bit,for the mirror sometimes looked away
When it couldnt bear,that straight line on lips,that look,bitter.
The smiles,not lost,just confused,imagine,you invisible,
Funny thing is you just dont know it yet,
Your smiles visible to none save you,and the effect irreversible,
To them,its just you,your face,a stone,in cement,hard set.
The smile widens,but unable to put a dent on the face,
But he stores it,for another day,like a precious last candy
Dear to that kid,who sees it melt away,but still takes solace
Clings to that crumpled wrapper,hidden from mommy and daddy.
The debit of smiles,unexpressed,locked,in a vault,not seeing a ray,
And a few,just unaccounted for,a few lost,scattered,hither,
He didnt like it one bit,for the mirror sometimes looked away
When it couldnt bear,that straight line on lips,that look,bitter.
The smiles,not lost,just confused,imagine,you invisible,
Funny thing is you just dont know it yet,
Your smiles visible to none save you,and the effect irreversible,
To them,its just you,your face,a stone,in cement,hard set.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
4 lines...
Another day...and we turn, a little more sour,
Not sure with what,this life,this place,this ungodly hour,
Why else would we be so caustic,using words like molten lead,
How is it fun,searing the quiet ones space,leaving him red??
Not sure with what,this life,this place,this ungodly hour,
Why else would we be so caustic,using words like molten lead,
How is it fun,searing the quiet ones space,leaving him red??
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Pseudo Racer...
Last few steps,I told myself again
Only to realize the pun,and the game.
For treadmills never end,those infinite rotations,
One just learns,to accept stationary motions.
I was dead sure,that I would run,a true race,
Only to find missing tracks,no open space.
So I went back again,and consoled the heart,
Lets get back on the treadmill,lets just start.
And now I am hooked,like a junkie with his pile,
I hate it,but refuse to get down,push another mile.
Confusing motion with achievement,easy,without a strife,
Sweating profusely,bored to core,without a life...
This is what happens when you are reading Monopoly and Oligopoly
markets at 3 AM!!!
Only to realize the pun,and the game.
For treadmills never end,those infinite rotations,
One just learns,to accept stationary motions.
I was dead sure,that I would run,a true race,
Only to find missing tracks,no open space.
So I went back again,and consoled the heart,
Lets get back on the treadmill,lets just start.
And now I am hooked,like a junkie with his pile,
I hate it,but refuse to get down,push another mile.
Confusing motion with achievement,easy,without a strife,
Sweating profusely,bored to core,without a life...
This is what happens when you are reading Monopoly and Oligopoly
markets at 3 AM!!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
I do care..Mom...
Not getting into the motivation, inspiration et al for this...Will write about it sometime later...
Not scared anymore Ma, in this far away place,
But that scares me even more so,
It was just yesterday, when we parted ways,
Sniffling, tugging at your Sari, not letting you go.
But you had to , and strangers were all I had,
Spooky corridors, unfriendly beds, acting grown up, big,
I did grow up mama, a little grumpy, a little sad,
Those fragments of childhood, falling like dry twigs.
Years passed in a jiffy, filling most of the cracks,
All my fears, anger for being away from you, now ossified,
Laces tied, shoes polished, I am ready, holding the bag packs ,
I should be happy na? Returning home? Why am I so terrified.
Ma, don’t get me wrong, I love you the same, actually even more,
Just that you were so far, my problems stupid to trouble you,
Silly fever, that dumb bully, that fall from stairs, wound still sore,
Thought it was better, to swallow , than telling you in lieu.
I know I am wrong ma, but me, just your stupid son,
He has gone a little too far, for he filters before he shares,
He,Unable to tell you, call out and say “I need you mom”,
But deep inside he hopes,you understand,you know,he cares.
Not scared anymore Ma, in this far away place,
But that scares me even more so,
It was just yesterday, when we parted ways,
Sniffling, tugging at your Sari, not letting you go.
But you had to , and strangers were all I had,
Spooky corridors, unfriendly beds, acting grown up, big,
I did grow up mama, a little grumpy, a little sad,
Those fragments of childhood, falling like dry twigs.
Years passed in a jiffy, filling most of the cracks,
All my fears, anger for being away from you, now ossified,
Laces tied, shoes polished, I am ready, holding the bag packs ,
I should be happy na? Returning home? Why am I so terrified.
Ma, don’t get me wrong, I love you the same, actually even more,
Just that you were so far, my problems stupid to trouble you,
Silly fever, that dumb bully, that fall from stairs, wound still sore,
Thought it was better, to swallow , than telling you in lieu.
I know I am wrong ma, but me, just your stupid son,
He has gone a little too far, for he filters before he shares,
He,Unable to tell you, call out and say “I need you mom”,
But deep inside he hopes,you understand,you know,he cares.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Don't give UP!!!
This one goes out to a friend here at IIFT and an amazing person.
In the world of cynics and bitter people...Arun, you are a darn beacon of spirit mate...
Stones hurled,arrows shot,dreams tramped upon,hopes scattered,
But for him,this was nothing,just that light,and nothing mattered.
Make no mistake,he was wounded,but,collecting pieces,in that chalice,that cup,
For he know,he could not be touched,for he believed in words..."Don't give UP"!!!
In the world of cynics and bitter people...Arun, you are a darn beacon of spirit mate...
Stones hurled,arrows shot,dreams tramped upon,hopes scattered,
But for him,this was nothing,just that light,and nothing mattered.
Make no mistake,he was wounded,but,collecting pieces,in that chalice,that cup,
For he know,he could not be touched,for he believed in words..."Don't give UP"!!!
If I could...could just..
It is so heavy,wish I could just unload,
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Friday, August 27, 2010
A Stone...A Gun....
A Kashmiri women throwing a stone on a armed forces personnel...No fear, no idea of consequences and anger. A lot of it.
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Untitled...
Told ya, promised that day, that night,
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tangled crossroads..
At Crossroads? No not really..Oh! Strike that..Wait,
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Rain,Steel,Prof and Tea...
“What on earth am I doing inside on this beautiful day?! This is the only life I’ve got to live!!”
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Away...A little Alone...
I just want to leave,unsigned,to undisclosed,
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Shades of Gray....
There are a few things I really like about life at b-school.
Staying up late...Really late...arguing about life, was Hitler rational??
What if India would not have been colonolized ?? Is war good??
Going at 3 to get paranthas and then realizing there is a quiz lined up at 9.
And well, try and study for that (Which is not all that good, correction, not at all good )
Start reading Organization structure , leadership ZZZZZZZZZZ,oh yes,what
Was I saying…something about studying? Whatever.
But then the never ending argument….is there something called “Absolute Truth”??
Something which we all agree to as being right?? It is messy…too messy…
Just Gray left in the world, no whites, no blacks,
No one ready to listen, all I find is turned backs.
Whatever happened to the allegories, “Just one truth, the might”,
Everyone claiming, saying “My truth”, there goes another bite.
There is absolute truth, I try and explain,
People stare, faces sans features, washed away by rain.
One man murderer is another’s freedom fighter, they say,
But all I can see is crimson red, deluged by gray.
But who is to say, my absolute is absolute, nay?
Disappointed , I leave it, once more, for another day.
Staying up late...Really late...arguing about life, was Hitler rational??
What if India would not have been colonolized ?? Is war good??
Going at 3 to get paranthas and then realizing there is a quiz lined up at 9.
And well, try and study for that (Which is not all that good, correction, not at all good )
Start reading Organization structure , leadership ZZZZZZZZZZ,oh yes,what
Was I saying…something about studying? Whatever.
But then the never ending argument….is there something called “Absolute Truth”??
Something which we all agree to as being right?? It is messy…too messy…
Just Gray left in the world, no whites, no blacks,
No one ready to listen, all I find is turned backs.
Whatever happened to the allegories, “Just one truth, the might”,
Everyone claiming, saying “My truth”, there goes another bite.
There is absolute truth, I try and explain,
People stare, faces sans features, washed away by rain.
One man murderer is another’s freedom fighter, they say,
But all I can see is crimson red, deluged by gray.
But who is to say, my absolute is absolute, nay?
Disappointed , I leave it, once more, for another day.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Mere Words???
Words...greatest gift of life ( okay not the greatest, top 5...top 10??)
But they seem to kind of lose their meaning...Or so I feel...
Twisted words,laced with barb wire,
Words not beautiful anymore,sentences ugly,looking dire.
Intended to hurt,slashing just not surface,but core,
We sometimes forget,words are not hollow,they are more.
Unable to catch them,unable to get a hold,
That's funny,for I don't know,if I am too young,or too old.
I need a new dictionary,help me through this maze,
When should I laugh,when to keep a straight face.
But they seem to kind of lose their meaning...Or so I feel...
Twisted words,laced with barb wire,
Words not beautiful anymore,sentences ugly,looking dire.
Intended to hurt,slashing just not surface,but core,
We sometimes forget,words are not hollow,they are more.
Unable to catch them,unable to get a hold,
That's funny,for I don't know,if I am too young,or too old.
I need a new dictionary,help me through this maze,
When should I laugh,when to keep a straight face.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Rambling at 1:25 AM..I and Me
Long time since I and Me fought...As in in public..They do that...Quite often...
But they have the decency to keep it among them.This time they pulled me.Not Me,me.
Jerks...And I suffer ( as in I does not suffers,I suffer)
Pun intended...
After every darn thing comes across me in this place called B-School
there would be a baloney internecine argument.
In which I would lose. ( I wont lose,I would...got it??now at least??forget it)
A typical conversation...
This is it...DUH!!!
This is not it...Double DGUH(Disgusted DUH!!!)
Fine!! if that's not fine,
Tell,what hurts like a spine.
Don't know,I never ever cared,
Yeah right,what a wuss,look at you,scared.
You seems to know it all,
Insight into the future,got a magic ball??
Yep,42 is the answer,in your face,
And you here,unfortunately,by that god's grace.
You wanted the answer,and wanted it soon,
As the Floyds say,you tried for the moon.
You thought you got the answer,O hitchhiker,
Well you did,but the question lost,try again,quixotic (read stupid) fighter...
Now don't curse me coz by mistake you happen to read it.
Yes,rambling at 1 25 AM.What were you expecting??
But they have the decency to keep it among them.This time they pulled me.Not Me,me.
Jerks...And I suffer ( as in I does not suffers,I suffer)
Pun intended...
After every darn thing comes across me in this place called B-School
there would be a baloney internecine argument.
In which I would lose. ( I wont lose,I would...got it??now at least??forget it)
A typical conversation...
This is it...DUH!!!
This is not it...Double DGUH(Disgusted DUH!!!)
Fine!! if that's not fine,
Tell,what hurts like a spine.
Don't know,I never ever cared,
Yeah right,what a wuss,look at you,scared.
You seems to know it all,
Insight into the future,got a magic ball??
Yep,42 is the answer,in your face,
And you here,unfortunately,by that god's grace.
You wanted the answer,and wanted it soon,
As the Floyds say,you tried for the moon.
You thought you got the answer,O hitchhiker,
Well you did,but the question lost,try again,quixotic (read stupid) fighter...
Now don't curse me coz by mistake you happen to read it.
Yes,rambling at 1 25 AM.What were you expecting??
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Drop on a window Pain...
Is crying really bad?I mean,should you stop crying once you are supposedly grown up and stuff?Show composure all the while,suck up to tough situations and still be expected to well...stay grown ups??
I don't know.
A drop on a pane,after a heavy rain,
A tear drop rolling on cheeks,of sheer pain.
One emerges when sun and clouds test their might,
The other when heart sinks,after that dreaded fight.
One rolls down the window,leaving a trail behind,
The other,leaves a mark,indelible,in heart & mind.
But they are beautiful,millions,glittering in sunshine,
With my tears dried,I am convalesced,no bitterness,the world,just fine...
I don't know.
A drop on a pane,after a heavy rain,
A tear drop rolling on cheeks,of sheer pain.
One emerges when sun and clouds test their might,
The other when heart sinks,after that dreaded fight.
One rolls down the window,leaving a trail behind,
The other,leaves a mark,indelible,in heart & mind.
But they are beautiful,millions,glittering in sunshine,
With my tears dried,I am convalesced,no bitterness,the world,just fine...
Monday, August 9, 2010
Zonked 1
Disclaimer : ZzzZZZzzzzZZZ...Whatever...
Hold on.Go back ( not to the last viewed page ).
Read that title again. Carefully. Truly, madly, deeply.
Done??
Does the title remotely induced "Sleepuons"?? (Yes it is a proven chemical entity)
No?? Back again to the title.
Now?Anything?Anything at all???
Jeez,what are you? A cyborg or something?
Any what who,you have come here,might as well kill another couple of minutes.
It has been 48 hours fueled by caffeine and a lot has happened.
Got shouted at by Place comm. (placement committee). Argued with a friend on logic
Vs/ spirit (lost hands down, some other time dude), guzzled 10 cups of tea, 5 cups of coffee (poor kid, coffee is costly :( ) ,updated blog a couple of times, tried revolting against the education system another three times, only to be back amidst books in a few minutes.
Questioned my decision to join a b-school 1.5 times ( half while semi-dreaming ) , rationalized it promptly, praised myself 4 times for being able to stretch like an ass (Brit usage) . Tried catching some sleep on those bloody uncomfortable chairs and well, made a whole hearted, dedicated, professional attempt to be attentive during lectures.
Finally checked mails only to realize that 24 hours straight would go on to become 36 (batch meets, club meets et al, add to it a scheduled midterm, a live project and banking sector analysis and the figure might go up to 48.And in that case this would be my last post. Aloha)
Well I know its long already. So I am going to break it up. Got a statistics lecture lined up in another 10 minutes.
Hold on.Go back ( not to the last viewed page ).
Read that title again. Carefully. Truly, madly, deeply.
Done??
Does the title remotely induced "Sleepuons"?? (Yes it is a proven chemical entity)
No?? Back again to the title.
Now?Anything?Anything at all???
Jeez,what are you? A cyborg or something?
Any what who,you have come here,might as well kill another couple of minutes.
It has been 48 hours fueled by caffeine and a lot has happened.
Got shouted at by Place comm. (placement committee). Argued with a friend on logic
Vs/ spirit (lost hands down, some other time dude), guzzled 10 cups of tea, 5 cups of coffee (poor kid, coffee is costly :( ) ,updated blog a couple of times, tried revolting against the education system another three times, only to be back amidst books in a few minutes.
Questioned my decision to join a b-school 1.5 times ( half while semi-dreaming ) , rationalized it promptly, praised myself 4 times for being able to stretch like an ass (Brit usage) . Tried catching some sleep on those bloody uncomfortable chairs and well, made a whole hearted, dedicated, professional attempt to be attentive during lectures.
Finally checked mails only to realize that 24 hours straight would go on to become 36 (batch meets, club meets et al, add to it a scheduled midterm, a live project and banking sector analysis and the figure might go up to 48.And in that case this would be my last post. Aloha)
Well I know its long already. So I am going to break it up. Got a statistics lecture lined up in another 10 minutes.
2 Lines...
Had a case study in Principles of Management...Titled "A Window on Life".
Tried an analogy...
A window open,but closed door,
Just like those open eyes,alas,brain open no more.
And that marks my 50th post...Gee
Tried an analogy...
A window open,but closed door,
Just like those open eyes,alas,brain open no more.
And that marks my 50th post...Gee
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Just want to play...
Naaaa...the petulant me,laments,cries,
Exclaims the mature me,shut up kid,and sighs.
Other guy reads more,sleeps less,you ought to do the same,
Cynically puns,how else would you make it easy,for them,to tame.
The kid still confused,stares,unable to decipher the pun,
I did not sign up for this,I just wanted to learn,have some fun.
Yeah right,fun,what about the real things,the money et al,
How would you feel,when your friends get the medal??
Kid smiles,still confused though,and lets out a shriek,
I dont care,for I am not afraid to lose,or labeled a freak.
You fight,you lose,you gain,you lose,
All I do is play,and thats how I break the noose...
Exclaims the mature me,shut up kid,and sighs.
Other guy reads more,sleeps less,you ought to do the same,
Cynically puns,how else would you make it easy,for them,to tame.
The kid still confused,stares,unable to decipher the pun,
I did not sign up for this,I just wanted to learn,have some fun.
Yeah right,fun,what about the real things,the money et al,
How would you feel,when your friends get the medal??
Kid smiles,still confused though,and lets out a shriek,
I dont care,for I am not afraid to lose,or labeled a freak.
You fight,you lose,you gain,you lose,
All I do is play,and thats how I break the noose...
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A Smile
Arbit,Random rambling...Dont feel like expanding...
A little wider smile please,why the unhappy face?
Its all about time,and few good people,it slows all the pace.
A little wider smile please,why the unhappy face?
Its all about time,and few good people,it slows all the pace.
Chronicles of a Dolt!
Okay...to all the people who think that this resembles Sidin's book "The incredible adventure...Dork" you are right.Teensy weensy bit of motivation here ( Anu Malik Feat Himesh...no not that bad I promise). And if I go on saying title is the only resemblance well...then again I would be lying...but that is his fault...he did MBA before I did...
Anywho,after today's lecture on Biz communication where we did an impromptu interview ( don't get me started on what that means ) the only word which kept coming back was "CHUFF" ( variant of GAS which we used in Engineering ). Now here is this guy...no names people :) and he is a typical engineering Dolt..not a bright fish but then he has got this gift...With that he comes to a B school...first in not very many installments...here is "The Dolt"
There walked a guy,in a suit and a tie [not just suit and tie]
Confidence personified,but Knowledge herniaied.
He had the gift of gab,with yesterdays ET in bag,
A headline on page 1 and 4,he needs no more.
He sees the lot,reading,assimilating like a bot,
Smiles,cleans his shoe ( not with a smile )knocks,voice says who??
I am the DUDE,he thinks,but says,Sir,me,like an angle,blinks,
Hullo!Panel asks TEMSAY* and the bugger shouts YAY!!
PRank 22 in class four,Toilet trained at one,do you want more?
Hobbies designing robot,Interests,geothermoInfomatics,isnt that hot?
Hurrah!Bravo!Panel hailed,your letter already been mailed,
Dolty finally in,says,coo,suddenly a voice says,not so soon,FOOL!!
To be continued...
*TEMSAY - Tell me something about yourself
**No offense to guys who actually design robot and read Geo thingie...but then if you do all that and still come to a B-School!!!Man...what the freck...
Anywho,after today's lecture on Biz communication where we did an impromptu interview ( don't get me started on what that means ) the only word which kept coming back was "CHUFF" ( variant of GAS which we used in Engineering ). Now here is this guy...no names people :) and he is a typical engineering Dolt..not a bright fish but then he has got this gift...With that he comes to a B school...first in not very many installments...here is "The Dolt"
There walked a guy,in a suit and a tie [not just suit and tie]
Confidence personified,but Knowledge herniaied.
He had the gift of gab,with yesterdays ET in bag,
A headline on page 1 and 4,he needs no more.
He sees the lot,reading,assimilating like a bot,
Smiles,cleans his shoe ( not with a smile )knocks,voice says who??
I am the DUDE,he thinks,but says,Sir,me,like an angle,blinks,
Hullo!Panel asks TEMSAY* and the bugger shouts YAY!!
PRank 22 in class four,Toilet trained at one,do you want more?
Hobbies designing robot,Interests,geothermoInfomatics,isnt that hot?
Hurrah!Bravo!Panel hailed,your letter already been mailed,
Dolty finally in,says,coo,suddenly a voice says,not so soon,FOOL!!
To be continued...
*TEMSAY - Tell me something about yourself
**No offense to guys who actually design robot and read Geo thingie...but then if you do all that and still come to a B-School!!!Man...what the freck...
Friday, August 6, 2010
Do I Care!!!
Guess we do. We care way too much. Care too much about what others think,too much about what glasses they wear when they look at us.And well, it drives me crazy.
So Down with people who try and convince you you ought to behave the way think its "RIGHT" ( ya right!!)
I hear what you say, but listen to you no more,
Go ahead,take a shot,but I am not getting sore.
Your opinions and judgment,are your mirrors,not mine,
Reflecting my cracked image,but you know what,that's just fine.
Euphemisms hurled,innuendos implied,and I get them all,
But I chose to ignore,ball is with you mate,it's your call.
You can chose to play the game,and chose to be unfair,
But hey,look at me,Do I look like i CARE????
So Down with people who try and convince you you ought to behave the way think its "RIGHT" ( ya right!!)
I hear what you say, but listen to you no more,
Go ahead,take a shot,but I am not getting sore.
Your opinions and judgment,are your mirrors,not mine,
Reflecting my cracked image,but you know what,that's just fine.
Euphemisms hurled,innuendos implied,and I get them all,
But I chose to ignore,ball is with you mate,it's your call.
You can chose to play the game,and chose to be unfair,
But hey,look at me,Do I look like i CARE????
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Another 4 lines...
Long time since I wrote just 4 lines...
Suffering from mediocrity, I chose the high road,
Naive me,unaware,it was not a disease,but another of mores,
Day one,was the day when the I thought I would unload,
Day 34,baggage even heavier,and they hurt,the open sores.
Suffering from mediocrity, I chose the high road,
Naive me,unaware,it was not a disease,but another of mores,
Day one,was the day when the I thought I would unload,
Day 34,baggage even heavier,and they hurt,the open sores.
Monday, August 2, 2010
How does it feel??
We at IIFT have a special place for things that come straight from heart,not just brain.NGO's from different domains come and talk about what they do.
We even have a course in the 4th trisemester where we work with them for a long time.
These lines come after a session by "Ashraya Adhikar Abhiyan" (Campaign for right to a home) working towards helping the homeless.
How does it feel, never being able to call it a day,
Nothing to head back to, wallet of hope empty,without a ray.
How does it feel,to be unknown to self,a mere apparition,
Nothing to define yourself,devoid of recognition.
How does it feel,on that night,cold and bitter,
Nothing to plug holes, bones freezing,last joules lost in shiver.
How does it feel,to be unsung,not loved,not needed,
Nothing to call your own,belonging to a road unheeded.
Just as I ask these,fear grips my back,hair upright,bristling,
For no one should suffer this much,is the God even listening???
We even have a course in the 4th trisemester where we work with them for a long time.
These lines come after a session by "Ashraya Adhikar Abhiyan" (Campaign for right to a home) working towards helping the homeless.
How does it feel, never being able to call it a day,
Nothing to head back to, wallet of hope empty,without a ray.
How does it feel,to be unknown to self,a mere apparition,
Nothing to define yourself,devoid of recognition.
How does it feel,on that night,cold and bitter,
Nothing to plug holes, bones freezing,last joules lost in shiver.
How does it feel,to be unsung,not loved,not needed,
Nothing to call your own,belonging to a road unheeded.
Just as I ask these,fear grips my back,hair upright,bristling,
For no one should suffer this much,is the God even listening???
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Running the Race…
A small conversation with Yash on our way back from Koshish event yesterday…
A simple question, why the heck are we running, can’t we pick up our own race???
I find myself on a long, dusty, gravel track,
But I do not see anybody around, nor front, or back.
Still, other tracks are crowded, everyone in sight,
Participants busy, charging up for another long night.
A race is scheduled, today, tomorrow , day after, ad infinitum ,
And there I am, on a parallel track, absorbing , but still mum.
Voila!! My track, teleports, no more a part of the ground,
That 1 % Roark in me, raises his hand, in joy unbound.
Alas!!The high, ephemeral, my resolve takes a beating,
Not surprising, for I am 99% pure Keating.
I switch tracks, betray the voice, and join the race,
Run along, trying not to lose, desperate to save face.
Tonight, I stage a coup de grace, once again,
Reclaim my track, run my race, pick my fights, my pain.
A simple question, why the heck are we running, can’t we pick up our own race???
I find myself on a long, dusty, gravel track,
But I do not see anybody around, nor front, or back.
Still, other tracks are crowded, everyone in sight,
Participants busy, charging up for another long night.
A race is scheduled, today, tomorrow , day after, ad infinitum ,
And there I am, on a parallel track, absorbing , but still mum.
Voila!! My track, teleports, no more a part of the ground,
That 1 % Roark in me, raises his hand, in joy unbound.
Alas!!The high, ephemeral, my resolve takes a beating,
Not surprising, for I am 99% pure Keating.
I switch tracks, betray the voice, and join the race,
Run along, trying not to lose, desperate to save face.
Tonight, I stage a coup de grace, once again,
Reclaim my track, run my race, pick my fights, my pain.
Friday, July 30, 2010
A Day...A Day...
Goes out to the batch 2010-12 of IIFT. You rock!!!
Every morning a journey, exactly 3 hours long,
Starting with F5, Escape marking ends,
Blurring words, enticing, like a subliminal lullaby song,
Heavy eyelids, prolonged blinks, as head wobbles and bends.
A minute 5 madness, just rushing for suttas and teas,
Make it 6 and your presence denied, revoked,
Cold stare above gold rimmed glasses, says OUT!!NO seats,
Losing soldiers retreat to dhabas, their pangs of hunger evoked.
Hungry once more :), only Aloos to be found,
Crib, but piog*, hey the kid needs to eat,
Carbs mixed with sleep, kicking in, making a sound,
Dragging feet, bag balancing ye, to that denied seat.
Act reopens, tableau more or less same,
Intensity of emotion (sleep) constant, awake only when prodded,
All actors struggling but for few, wide awake, the zombies, insane,
Unable to think anymore, mortals hail the undead.
Little Calvin in us, elated as the clock fived,
Unaware of the perils that lie ahead,
Hands and legs tangled in position, chanting, he sighed,
By now disoriented , readys up for another needle in the head.
Big wigs dish out Gyan, on work, life et als,
Be prepared, stay ahead, it only get tougher from here,
A tad brain dead, a lot more sleepy, noddy still mulls,
Man, am I ever gonna sleep, get some food or a beer.
Day closes, actually begins once again, (Oh, such a pain)
With deadlines looming, precariously balanced, set to fall,
Aloos again in stomach, the carb junkie high on caffeine,
201,304 buzzing again, and with friends, order no more too tall.
It’s gonna be dawn again, falling on the window panes,
Let me catch a break, with both eyes closed, and a Floyd song,
For this is what I left it all, took all the pains,
A fast forward movie, my life here, but well, it is here I belong.
*Piog = Hog like a pig
Every morning a journey, exactly 3 hours long,
Starting with F5, Escape marking ends,
Blurring words, enticing, like a subliminal lullaby song,
Heavy eyelids, prolonged blinks, as head wobbles and bends.
A minute 5 madness, just rushing for suttas and teas,
Make it 6 and your presence denied, revoked,
Cold stare above gold rimmed glasses, says OUT!!NO seats,
Losing soldiers retreat to dhabas, their pangs of hunger evoked.
Hungry once more :), only Aloos to be found,
Crib, but piog*, hey the kid needs to eat,
Carbs mixed with sleep, kicking in, making a sound,
Dragging feet, bag balancing ye, to that denied seat.
Act reopens, tableau more or less same,
Intensity of emotion (sleep) constant, awake only when prodded,
All actors struggling but for few, wide awake, the zombies, insane,
Unable to think anymore, mortals hail the undead.
Little Calvin in us, elated as the clock fived,
Unaware of the perils that lie ahead,
Hands and legs tangled in position, chanting, he sighed,
By now disoriented , readys up for another needle in the head.
Big wigs dish out Gyan, on work, life et als,
Be prepared, stay ahead, it only get tougher from here,
A tad brain dead, a lot more sleepy, noddy still mulls,
Man, am I ever gonna sleep, get some food or a beer.
Day closes, actually begins once again, (Oh, such a pain)
With deadlines looming, precariously balanced, set to fall,
Aloos again in stomach, the carb junkie high on caffeine,
201,304 buzzing again, and with friends, order no more too tall.
It’s gonna be dawn again, falling on the window panes,
Let me catch a break, with both eyes closed, and a Floyd song,
For this is what I left it all, took all the pains,
A fast forward movie, my life here, but well, it is here I belong.
*Piog = Hog like a pig
Monday, July 19, 2010
WHITE NOISE
Surrounded again by noise,pervasive humdrum,
But this time I laugh at myself, in your face you miserable bum.
You asked for it, and you left all for this noise,
Pushed yourself,fought about, blindly, followed that voice.
A mirage again??? Oh, you got to be kidding,
This it the max I can take, and the clock ticking.
Longer the voice eludes me,the longer I suffer,
No surprises , I am running out of my sanity buffer.
Again!!!Again??? The voice shouts,"Moron, don't run",
Disturb that dominos of negatives, go have some fun.
Mocks me again, in the same tone,
Oh you cripple, with a snapped fun bone.
Come out, reach across,okay,don't shout,just let out a squeal,
Stop being such a wuss, let it out,show a little zeal.
As I break them again….
Jam packed empty,in a jar,with a lid so tight,
Trying hard to prise it open,
Shocked to find ( or lack of it ), the spirit ,the might,
May be I will find them, but is it hoping against hopen?
Everything seems perfectly right and dreadfully wrong,
As I take baby steps on a pathway shimmering in black light,
Will ever,ever recall lyrics of that song?
The one I used to sing ( or I thought I would) with such delight.
Would be difficult, won't it? With a heavy shell on.
Attempts to chisel,all futile,sweating bloody hands,
Will someone pull me,or shall I just suffer and moan,
Will this morbid reflection of mine,will ever disband?
The shrieks of silence, deafning,but all so quiet outside,
My attempts, resolute, but filled with such trepidation,
To shout out loud or implode,spreading little pieces inside,
Unable to keep the mask,and oddly enough ,failing to do this unmaskation.
With quagmire sinking me in,away and far,
Unformed bonds snapping,unmade friends strangers already,
Feeling like a junkie, unaware , cognizance below par,
How I wish to snap out,kill this malise, this malady.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Mangalore Air Crash Victims - RIP
Goes out to all the victims of the tragic air craft crash in Mangalore.
To the families who tuned in to news just like any other day.
To the young who had a promising life ahead.
To the families who lost a loved one.
The pilots who tried but avert the tragedy.
To one, to all.
From a personal experience I presume I can understand the trepidation, anxiety and fear.
Fear of your horrors materializing, fear of hearing the news you never wished were true.
Fear of how would you break the news home.Fear of Loss.
I hope they find out the Data recorder soon and find out the technical glitch which led to the crash.
Hope that they fix it so that never again such an accident recurs.
Just a thought that hit me today.
In spite of the cutting edge technological world we live in today, life is still very fragile.
And air travel is still perhaps one of the most,if not the risky events.
I hope again that soon we have technology that helps save human lives.
Prevent the sanctity of life from just becoming another number in a newspaper.
Whether it be changing the material we use for creating the bodies of aircraft.Of course I am ignorant to the science of aircraft design, but i wonder why don’t we use the same material being used to construct a black box to create the full body.
Or for that matter make the body less prone to catch fire and explode.
Or probably have such advanced controls where in the ATC ( air traffic controller ) takes a control of the flight in case of any signs of distress from pilot are sent.
Agreed they seem a bit far fetched and too imaginative to say the least, but I guess the victims of the crash would not find them outrageous.
Because nothing is more unreasonable than losing a loved one.Isn’t it?
RIP
Wanna write a Best seller?
My take ( albeit satirical ) on the books written ,and read now a days
This tutorial is about writing a fun book.
Typically defined as a book which is mostly only author finds funny.
In some cases,not even author.
But have you ever wondered why the top brains from topmost schools in the country decide to write such stuff when obviously they are capable of much much more?
Well for the simple reason.
It sells.
And there is nothing wrong with writing such books ( perfect business sense if you ask me ) nor reading them ( of course I cant say there is, I have read them,haven’t I 
)
No judgement what so ever from my end.
So this is the point where I stop and tell you the secret (DUH!!!) recipe to writing books like 5 pt someone,DORK,I love you mam, 2 states etc. etc.( there are lots more,take my word on that)
1) Now this is a pre condition.You have to,I stress (Ctrl-B,Ctrl-I,Ctrl-U) you/ your central character, has to be from top 10 schools in the country.
Different streams are okay but its always better if it is a B-School.
2)Your academic record prior to entering the intimidating corridors of your college has to be impeccable.
In conjunction,you have to,Ctrl-B eeing again,mess up your college scores.
Various reasons could be used to explain that.
a) Suddenly, the system does not makes sense.(Even though you were a part of it all your life)
b) A prof. tries to stifle your creativity
c) It is precisely at this juncture in your life that you feel that there has to be girl in your life.
(more on that later)
3) So, great school,bad scores,check.Next is a group of friends who have to,(stress time) feel exactly the same.In short,you guys are card carrying “System is screwed” kinda guys.
4) A diminutive physical appearance is a must.Unkempt,shabby,pot-bellied,glassy ( not stoned,this glassy is coz of your glasses…DUH!!) are the keywords which describe you appearance.
5) Armed with point above, you somehow prove to be a chic magnate,only to attract the most gorgeous girl in the whole insti (yes,you have to call it INSTI).
Reasons for the lady being wooed by you,wait for it..UNKNOWN!!! ( wasn’t that obvious???)
6)The smartest ( academic wise or whichever way ) guy has to be a LOSER!!You got that right…
A loser.
Even if he had a 99.99%age or %tile and is like a dude for common junta (he plays football,leads the debating team,wins the competition etc) he has to be a total sycophant,mean spirited dolt.
Again,reason behind it,you ask?
Well,you are hero of the book.Isn’t that big enough a reason????
7)You will never,repeat,never ever get the job you wanted.
That is to say :
a) You think you are at the wrong place already ( You were going to become a movie director but landed here..)
b) The company you wanted to work with hires the LOSER in point 6 ( Darn the 99 %tiler )
You settle for the next best and get through the interview solely by either downright flattery or as the case often is STUPIDITY!!!
That is to say your type of humor is called DUMB humor,I hope that clears the air
9) Meanwhile,you continue fighting for,or keep trying to get the attention of the Diva in point 5.
(At the same time you got to keep getting positive vibes from some other girl at your workplace,actually,you are hallucinating )
10) You finally realize that your job SUCKS.Hold on,actually,you knew that right from day one.
You could make it official by resorting to one of the following stratergies :
a) Get really really sloshed and shout it in bosses/partners face ( the higher the position of the guy you choose to yell at,the better).
Mind you,it has to only the Indian boss who should be the bad guy.Works better that way.
Repeat after me. Indian boss,the bad guy,guy in US,good guy
.b) Write/Email/Message/Upload in form of video/audio a personal sort of monologue which by an accident goes to the whole organization.OOPS!!!
Again,preferably,under the influence of an intoxicant (Choice of that is upto you,write to me for a list of best ones)
11) The end…You get the girl,get the job (usually with a promotion and a raise) or in the tragic case of you losing the job,you finally decide to do what you wanted.PHEW…
To wind up,I leave you with these extra pointers
(non functional sort of requirements,nonetheless,important)
-> Protagonist needs to be fluent with use of subtances ( read as substance abuse ).
Again,get back to me for the list.
-> The relatives need to be a major pain in your life.
-> Parents somehow cannot be normal parents.Excessively strict dad,exceedingly cloy mom should do.
-> Don’t be afraid of using swear words.Spill them where you deem them fit ( or unfit for that matter)
-> A word on your professors,at max one good prof allowed per book.
I cannot believe I have shared so much gyan with you.Now when you get your book published
a)Add my name to the credits.Keep swear words far away from that page.Mind you.
b)A bit of royalty sharing wont hurt me.
Reach out to me at doofus@iwannawriteacrappybook.com for any sort of assistance.
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