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??].
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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...
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