Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Death's knock on the door

A chill went down my spine as I saw her lifeless body.

Well, I really hated seeing her from the first instance. Every time she came into the horizon of my vision, I tried avoiding her. 

Her eyes were cute. 

Still I despised her.

She poked her nose into everyone else's matter. Everyone liked it. 

I dint like her still.

She was loved and cared by everyone.

That did not alter my mindset.

I did not like her.

But never did I want to see that scene. It is true that to the extent of my hatred towards her had brought about a thought of her never coming back to my life. But I never wanted this to happen.

Her mother was no where to be seen. She did not want to see her only relation on earth lie lifeless. She never would have imagined her little one lying on bare earth with the little heart not pumping life. 

She was forcefully brought near the little one.

Her frisky little puppy was dead.

One sniff and the mother dog scurried her way.

Even though I just got a brief glimpse, I could see the crystal orb like eyes moist. 

A small breeze brushed past the pup's little coat fur. 

She lay still. The charm of hyper activeness that she possessed would never resurface again.

The naughty little puppy went to the distant land of dreams or would have been reborn. Perhaps as a naughty little kid.

Perhaps... Only perhaps....

Friday, 21 December 2012

Questioning Womanhood

A school going girl 

A girl in the bus stop.

A lady standing next to you in the elevator.

A young female sitting next to you in an overcrowded bus.

What difference do they have with those who get nasty looks and touchings, let alone the ones getting raped?

Is travelling alone or wearing short dresses a reason?

Well, is it a crime?

If that is the case, all solo travelers and FTV models should be punished (And porn actors should be given capital punishment)

Or is that being born as a woman the reason for all these?

Let us put ourselves (the men) in their shoes for a moment.

Walking all the way to the bus stop and getting stares from all the passers-by just because you wore a new shirt. 
Standing in the bus stops with all the stares continuing. 
Entering the bus and people touching your groin and hips. 
In your office, as you bend down, people glaring to see the amount of chest hair you have. 
Late at night, people giving unscrupulous stares that question what business do you have at this point of time.

Now giving her back her shoes and putting back my shoes, I felt like puking after thinking and writing all these. Just imagine the plight of a lady who has been undergoing so much suffering through out all her lifetime.

Sad, isn't it?

Still, we do not change. After all these hardships, she sees her sisters across the world undergo miseries. Some get raped too. Hearing all the unpleasant news, she gets stressed.
Instead of looking forward to each passing day, she gets tensed to go out into the cruel world out there.

Rapes are, I believe, frustrations vented out. 

But why? 

India is a country that does not lack the number of women who are more than willing to allow you to use them. Then why is against women who are expected back at home in one piece?

Is it because that going to a place of ill-fame degrading the status you have? As if conducting that heinous crime of rape will maintain it.

A word of caution to all-but-one sisters in the country and all sisters in other countries: 

''Be aware. The clan of your opposite sex is not as saintly as you think. Please take care of yourself.''

The Devil Reincarnated

The pistol was held on to her face at point blank.

Her eyes met the hazel eyes of a seeming-to-be young man who was covering his face with a mask. The eyes had no sense of guilt in them.

He could see her eyes yearn for mercy. The eyes clearly had fear shadowed with elements of terror in them.

He signaled his brain to send an impulse to his finger to pull the trigger. The brain wave surge made his finger move, that lead to a heinous crime.

The fraction of a second and it was all over. The finger movement, a shot on her forehead and the shriek from the poor lady.

The soul was fighting its way out from the body which was all drenched in blood. Within a few seconds, the pain struck body transited itself into the lifeless state. 

She was dead. A moment of immense pain and she bid farewell to the ruthless world for a journey into the world of peace.

The people who had crowded after hearing the gunshot alerted 911. The man showed no signs of remorse and stood still next to the body. As soon as the police arrived, he surrendered himself without the slightest hesitation. 

His hands were bound to the back and was thrown face first to the backseat of the police car. The police ripped off his mask.  

He was no more older than the boy next door who was always happy to run errands for your aunt in your absence.

His eyes were lifeless and stone like. He stood there, without the slightest remorse of the crime he had committed.

The police was busy answering to the public and the media.

He sensed a chance and made a dash out of the door. The chief ordered his men not to chase in haste.

Instead, he drew out his Smith & Wesson Model 500 from the holster and shot him. 

The aim was perfect. The bullet entered the skull exactly at the same point where it made an exit from  the lady's head.

He collapsed into a lifeless lump of human flesh. With a small grin, the chief walked back to his car. The sergeant opened the door for him with a smile. 

                                        Prayers to the departed souls of the Sandy Hook incident

Saturday, 15 December 2012

The Life of a Lone Mother

The little ones were struggling to get on to their feet. They were exerting the maximum and pushing themselves hard to stand up. Sometimes they were victorious, sometimes they just rolled down. But they did not give up their fight, the fight with the world outside.

The lush green grass was their playground. Like the hard and fast rule of acclimatization with nature, the four little pups were adapting themselves from the comfort of their mother's womb to the harsh world outside.

Standing almost 50 feet away was their mother, a while colored female mongrel was standing on the aisle of the walkway waiting for people to throw down bits and pieces of random food articles, out of mercy.

Her eyes had the emotion of helplessness of a street dog. She looked into the eye of every passerby to spare her some sympathy.

Even though while surveying each person with her hazel eyes, her eyes often stole a glance to her little ones.

After gobbling down a couple of bread pieces, she ran towards the pups which made squeals of delight on seeing their mother.

I was just a mere spectator who watched it in wonder , the life and affection of a mother.

It made me think of the plight of a single human mother who has to surmount the daunting roles of a working woman and a doting mother. If she compromises on the former, she and her kids will suffer if the alimony is not huge enough (divorcee) or will become difficult to make ends meet (if husband is deceased/ family not supportive).
Or if she compromises on the latter, the spirit of motherhood burning within every woman would question the integrity of being a mother.

Rekindling this thought provoking question in my mind, I paced my steps back with a salute to my mom and all loving mothers on planet earth.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

An Engineer's Love Letter

Well, speaking about love, there is no discrepancy between any mortal alive. Its all the same. The same old emotion flows out, like an uncontrolled gush of water with no check on its flow.

People sometimes judge it  as 'an intense feeling with deep affection' viz-a-viz 'misunderstanding between 2 people', so on and so forth.

 It is hard to find a person who has not fallen in love. It is even harder to get back the love. 

Lucky are those who get it back, in quantity and quality higher than what you initially give.

It seems that no one ever has questioned the source from which this emotion arose. 

It is seemingly possible to believe that it was there from the day when Adam and Eve plucked the forbidden fruit.

From the day that the 1st pair of coelacanth arose from water and with multitudes of rounds of evolution and still today, being the product of a 4 billion year evolutionary process, love still is the same feeling for us.

It is still there and will always continue to do so.

Our protagonist is an engineer in love.

And here it goes.....

Dear ******,

              On the day we first met the 'not-knowing-you' emotion underwent a 180 degree phase shift to a you-are-the-one-for-me emotion.

Our further meetings triggered signals in my heart and amplified my feelings for you. The resistance that I had towards love was bypassed by your presence.

My heart had formed a set-up of a decoupling capacitor where all external interference from friends was bypassed and thrown down the drain.

In short, I felt that we are like 2 plates of a parallel plate capacitor with the whole world around us serving as a dielectric material.

Remember the day you replied positively to my love, the electric impulse that went up my heart was enough to charge a defibrillator to provide a shock strong enough to cure  the maximum extent of damage ever known to mankind. Thank God that I didn't have to use it.

Every time I see you talk with someone, it makes my blood boil with rage. All the hate gets multiplexed and produces a single strong signal, so strong for him to withstand. 
Thankfully, the output didn't have to be produced as his sensory circuits sensed some interference from nearby and he quickly withdrew from the scene.
He must have understood no equalizer in the world would have been able to smoothen out this heavily powerful noise waves.

Let me assure you that the signal my heart produces has the same strong intensity, amplitude and frequency. Let me also tell you that my heart is a distortion-less circuit and will continue to produce the same output forever, without fatigue.

Till we meet next time, you shall remain to be in my wavelength.



Thursday, 6 December 2012

The Morning of the War

The rucksack hanging down on a side
In it lies all the supplies for sustenance
Guns loosely hanging on the other
Jumping and jiving with the rhythm of the boot
For it doesn't know its counts of sin
Both balances the shoulders and
The line between life and death
We seek out to the path of justice

Thumping down the barracks
Out the meadows and lakes
Life is taking the toil on him
For his hands smells of blood
And the mind shivers of blood-curdling wails of helpless souls 
that left their dilapidated embodiment to attain the abode of peace
and of the heart touching wails of weeping homes
that lost their beloved love

The tremor of the consequences shatters the heart
The valor of a man braves it well
For he who knows the dharma of war,
It is nothing but, do or perish 
Going to the battlefield is a task
Ahead lies misery and grief
but the end of the path is glory and laurels
Seeking the man and his kith and kin

Girding up his loins and
keeping his mind set and ready 
The moment of war
that seeks not more, but the whole of you

Flee out of sight, so you will
lose out what is all you pride
Fight the way out, 
The road to glory is not that all
All what matters for him is 
his dignity upheld

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

The Man with the Golden Boot

The cacophony of the whistle rocked my eardrum as the men in black and red started passing the ball. 

Within no time, a short but well built young man took charge and he had the reigns of the game in his hand.

It was hardly 30 seconds since the game had begun when he shot a direct goal from the halfway line. 

The crowd erupted with joy and exuberant exhilaration was on the air. Even the opposition was their feet, clapping for the amazing young man.

He ran around the field (a bit of exaggeration, well, the game was played in the basketball court) with his arms held high. After a small tilt of his head upward to thank the Almighty, he began eyeing for the ball. 

The ball's prayer to stay away from his hard hitting leg seemed unanswered as the sturdy leg thrust copious amounts of pressure to direct the ball to the goalpost yet again.

The man in black was doing it great for the men in black.

The timer was showing less than 180 seconds and the score was already 2-nil.

The men in red were running helter skelter just to block the man from getting the ball dribbling.

Soon, the nets felt the power of his boot again. The ball flew in with a rage enough to tear apart the net and the score board now showed 3-nil.

He was wreaking havoc in the enemy lines. He would appear in front of the ball at dubious points of time. 

Once the ball was in his clutches, the opposition members had to sweat it out really to get their hands (legs, yeah, of course) on the ball. 

Running up to meet the swiftness of his legs was tiring for all the men, including his own team playing there.

He led them to a glorious win.

The scoreboard was showing 4-1 at the end of the game with 3 massive goals under his belt and a clean pass that led to another beauty.

He is highly regarded as an unparalleled player amongst his peers. Classy stylish gentleman, he is. With the qualities for a manager and the agility of a footballer, let us wish him a wonderful journey ahead.

The Fight to Glory

The day had dawned and slowly was in the progress of reaching the dusk. Earth was still on its non-stop duty of rotating on its axis, while it slowly made its way around the sun. 

Dusk approached. Slowly and steadily, tints of black and hues of red were marching on to the ground that was supposed to be the venue of the much anticipated event.

The event was borne in the hearts of many for many a days. The iron will and sheer dedication was making a dream into reality.

Soon the venue turned out to be a sea of unprecedented joy and happiness . The colors that they had adorned to demonstrate their support was exemplifying the motive.

The basketball court was indeed speckled with black and red.

By the time, the dignitaries declared the event open, the gang of friends had parted ways to form coteries with only one goal- to lay their hands on the trophy that lay glistening on the table.

The speckled color combination moved to form multitudes of majestic red and glorious black to the left and right of the director duo with the other distinguished guests. 

The event or rather the battle of the brawns, brains and wits was declared open with ear deafening ovation.

The masses split into two energy packed huddles, showing off the diversity from within a united closely knit class. The air was humid with the exhilaration of the young managers-to-be as the ball kicked off for the first event- FOOTBALL.

Thus began the games. Friends taking on friends. Men of valor taking on men of might. Women of grace taking on women that outshine.

Friends to foes, 
Forever shall never remain the enmity
But lies within, the fire to cherish and
The glory to redeem
What we strive for 
Is to be unbeaten
We will remain champions
Despite the results that often takes sides
Never do we createth the divide
So do remain as friends
Forever one, forever strong
The spirit of the game burning within

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Macroeconomic Distress

Thud Thud! 
Thud Thud!

Her heartbeats moved on from the usual lupp-dupp to a bombarding tone. Her heartbeat was in fact the only sound in the huge amphitheater classroom when I was asked a question by the stern looking professor. 
To buy some time, I asked for the mic to answer. In the mean time, my brain ran helter skelter to create some cock and bull story to pacify the blood thirsty like vengeance he had on the class. 
By the time the mic reached, I could hear my poor neighbor making frantic attempts to swallow spitballs and the breath was becoming paler. 
Was she on the verge of a nervous breakdown?
My heart had taken all the pains of getting higher up to my Adam's apple. With great difficulty, the vocal cords pushed out a weak gush of air and my voice came out as if my larynx had forgotten to fine tune it. But yes, I did deserve a pat on my back for letting out some amount of language come out of me. 
After my answer, I saw a pale looking lady smiling at me. The tension had drained all the color on her cheeks and she resembled a living corpse of what she was 15 minutes earlier.
An exhilarated exhalation of elation followed as she confirmed that the professor stopped asking questions and turned on to discuss ways of how world would turn to be an economically safe place to be in. 

I think all seats should get an attached spygmomanometer that monitors the real time BP continuously. The meter is sure of getting dizzy on seeing the readings.

He was letting hell break loose. Loading us with assignments and unscrupulous deadlines, he was making life miserable in all possible ways.
It seemed the whole of the trimester was earmarked for just one subject and I seriously doubt even by continuously burning midnight oil, there was no chance of you getting anywhere near he wanted you to be or anywhere near the other subjects.
But, I seriously doubt. Was he in a way trying to make us learn economics? Was he gearing us up for what the ruthless merciless world had to offer?
Instilling fear and building a foundation on it to make us know the economy, the way it is and the way it ought to be, was he on the right track?
Only God knows!! But in this case, only he knows!!!

Fingers crossed!!!

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Hamari Rastriya Basha!!!!

The laughter around me made me realize that I, too should at least smile.
The professor cracked a 'wise' joke and all my classmates were laughing their lungs (a**) out.
Just to join the company, I let out a sigh and forced my lips to curl to a absurd grin.
For the professor to understand that at least 1 sentence in the last 60 minutes had gained access to a 100% efficient response from the class, I had to join the party. 
I looked around as the people around me were trying hard to control the fits of laughter. 
The sight around me was that people were draining out the streams of joyous tears that left salty marks on their cheeks.
Now it was my turn to put up an artificial but authentic looking smile. 

The reason of me being left out was not that I was sleeping.  
I was sitting in the second row and for the very first time in almost a month, I was on the winning side in the battle with my eyes that were forcing to close to take me to the distant land of dreams.
The reason was simple: my lack of knowledge in Hamari Rastriya Basha, Hindi.
I leaned to the chap sitting next to me to translate the joke.
Reported speech never carries the zeal and vigor of active speech.
The joke just brushed through my senses, only able to initiate a small curve of my lips and failing to reveal the dimples hidden amidst the flabs of fat.  

Just the very moment, the professor started the monotone balderdash and the class was left to reel into the world where they would best fit in.

I never knew Hindi would play an important in my life. 
Accha, Teek Hai, Main Zaroor Hindi Sikhunga!!! 
Never mind.

Thursday, 1 November 2012

The Love Aftermath

Have you ever fallen in love?

Or ever felt that you wanted to fall in love?

If its a 'Yes' to any of these questions, have you ever thought of its aftermath, the pros and cons of loving?

The girl whom you love, walks, talks or even smiles at another boy, ( Man, u gotta be kidding) well, I am not. Cross ur heart, you'll feel like thrashing him up, bullying him or even drowing him in the Arabian ocean (Sea, i know it, alright). Maybe, he is an angel at heart , but mind you, you are never going to forgive him, luring your heart out of the body's reach . For gals, if the guy who stole your heart is doing the same, its all swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

Furthermore, is there something called true love? Or is just the lust or infatuation?
When you say ' I love you' to a gal, do you really mean it? Or is it just for the sake of having fun? And my dear gals, please mean it when you do the same. Don't be mean.

The heart says to approach any girl just because of the fact that a look from her gives you butterflies in your stomach.
The brain warns you that butterflies will fly away, but the lump of sorrow will remain forever.

Love often tends to go the heart's way.
Mind you, being emotional rather than being rational will be one heavy price to pay for.

And if your response to me is 'Mind your business, fatty. I know how I am and she'll come to me if my love is true', my reply will just be a wry sly smile.

Friday, 26 October 2012


A part of my life was throwing doldrums on me with its dishevelled look that wanted me to back off the war that I waged with it. Yet another part wanted to fight, resurrect from the ashes of the sins of the past and wage a war against the evil me. The good part in me wanted to triumph and the bad me wanted to slog and dint want me to recuperate from the point where I was clinging on.

To soothe the ailing mind, I really wanted a break. The short but sweet vacation really seemed to serve the purpose. Munching on goodies despite having a very 'petite' frame, was just the right thing to do inside the theatre especially you have got nothing better to do than watching an awesomely boring movie. The journey, be it in the rickety rackety old bus that swayed last bus riders like in a water bike or in the air conditioned car that provided seating from which metal and cushioned parts poked into the you-know-where are all parts in life worth relishing when you get screwed by profs from all sides. The cold air from the AC vents and light music playing from the car music system had done its job.

A journey makes you learn things. Wandering in the city, fascinated by the lights and its grandeur, my eyes rested on the real India. The revelation of what the life of people were, those living in absolute poverty and in conditions unimaginable to us who leads a life devoid of peripheral miseries.

The quote of Gandhiji 'India lives in her villages' felt a bit out of context here. The real Indian is what we see in the urban slums. An evident eye-opener for me, among others who are yet to understand how fortunate you are and yet cribbing on what you do not have. Thank Him and count your blessings.

Well, everything happens for a cause. Causes that can make you work it out for an effect.

Life Aghast!

It has been more than 3 long weeks since my fingers went into the rhythm of feeling the keys of my prodigiously insane lappy. All these days were spent either on memorizing the ways on how I would create my own brand on the shelves of some crappy department store where idiotic consumers would shed out their hard earned bucks for getting themselves robbed or creating balance sheets and P/Ls which never bothered to balance at all.
These were the days where I developed a inclination towards creating (or rather fooling) consumers and had bred a contempt to all numbers in the world, thanks to the unscrupulous tallying prowess I possessed. 

So, my days of freedom, I thought was just a falsified veil of happiness. From the day I reached home, time was passing as if it was just the duration of a wink of the eye. With this thought in mind, I was just lying low, or rather was made to lie low as the happiness and feelings of being home was dampened as I tore days off from the calendar.

The journey seemed ages to finish reaching back to place of wonders, taking into account when things of that sort seemed happening.

What lay in front of me seemed to be vast as an ocean, what life had to offer seemed to be mysterious and it is when I felt that it is just going to get fine in a matter of time. Like everyone, I have been thinking to take studies seriously. It has been years and years of resolution, which seemed like a promise unkempt.

The extreme warfare I had done with books made remind myself of wounded soldier on the battleground, eager to leave the field into the comfy warmth of the bed at home had to offer. But the warrior in me wanted to wage more battles, which I was sure that would rip open the unhealed wounds of the wars of the yesteryear.

Saturday, 29 September 2012

Hostel ka Pehla Din

Disclaimer: All characters here are real time living people. To protect their identity, names have been omitted!!!


A notification on Facebook! I felt like getting the first drops of rain on a barren land. With hours of sitting in front of my laptop and doing nothing other than switching windows from Assassin's Creed and Facebook, I got a response from the virtual world.

Ezio was not able to progress the mission to obtain the Apple of Eden and none of my friends on the other side of the virtual world seemed existent.

The notification glowed red and the mouse pointer moved in haste to open up the hidden treasure wrapped within.

The page moderator had accepted my entry into the institute's FB page.
It would be the start to networking with peers, all of whom I believe would be along with me, from the time of entry to the corporate world to, well only God knows till when.

Around 50 members were there in the community, all involved in heated arguments regarding whether to join or not.

My entry time seemed good. They were involved in shooting questions about whereabouts of alumni, placement prospects, college facilities and last but not least 'daaru' availability and opportunities.

Scrolling through the page, I felt the urge to check out who all were going to be seated besides me in the large amphitheater styled classrooms (I got this news from the that heated argument)

The next click opened up to the world of my 'future classmates'. As a normal human being, first thing as any man would do, I too did the same- eve hunting. With the satisfaction of spotting a couple of good looking ones, I did what the next top priority ought to be- searching people from the God's own country. My eyes went from top to bottom of the page searching in vain until I found a name resembling a local name. To confirm, I entered into the person's personal virtual space earmarked for the public.

He was from my own state, lived almost 5 kms from the place where I previously lived and studied in one of the most prestigious schools of that particular city. Thus went the click on the 'add friend' link, the first friend request to the my soon-to-be classmates.

One minute passed, two minutes passed. Poof came the change in the notification tab. Mr. Local had accepted my friend request. After a short Hi and Hello, followed by small intros from both sides, we bade each other goodbye and went on with our own piece of life.

Soon, my cursor point went and clicked many a 'add friend' tabs and it seemed many of them too did the same. Friend requests were piling in and after a long time, my FB was active. Really active.

Chats and discussions seemed to make that miles apart feeling nearer and nearer.

The day was nearing and the threshold of excitement was at its peak. Everyone was thrilled on the prospect of meeting and making new friends, intended for a lifetime.

As the days got closer, more and more people were joining the group. My friend list was filling in with new faces. These new faces, within a small span of time became close buddies. You never know, meeting people from Srinagar, Guwahati, Thiruvananthapuram and Ahmedabad , whom you would be meeting in person in a few days seemed fun. All of them would soon be under one roof, fighting the way out to the make it to the other side victoriously.

But the flipside was that the thrill and excitement of meeting new people has died down and meeting the bodily incarnation of the virtual existences has sprouted up.

As excited as excited can be, I packed my bags and set forth to the new destination. My mobile was constantly beeping with real-time updates of group check-ins at various airports in the country. Their friend from the south too boarded the flight with the zeal of best hopes and expectations.

At the gates!!

The gate was wide open and I set foot on the place where, life was to happen for the next 2 years.

I walked with my documents towards the door of the most happening place of the 1st day. The registration room.

The door was slightly ajar. I walked into the amphitheater styled room and over a 100 pair of eyes made contact with this towering personality. I scanned the room and caught the eye of many of the familiar faces I knew from the virtual world.

Post registration, I was struggling to get all luggage from the taxi and get them to my room. Somehow, all that occupied the boot was hauled upstairs and was to occupy the dingy downstairs of my cot. After the last bit of cloth found its place in the cupboard, I dragged myself to visit the dining hall for a cup of coffee, just for that little bit of caffeine.

Climbing down the stairs and walking to get my caffeine boost, all I saw was not new faces, but faces that were very much known to me, on the virtual world.

Distances seemed inexistent in the world that is so connected. People seemed close in the virtual realm and never so outside.

Walking towards dining hall, I was all praises for the virtual world and was getting ready to face the real world which would soon be unleashing its wrath upon the innocent and unsuspecting.


Tuesday, 25 September 2012

We, by name!

My first attempt at poetry!

From the land of people who eyed the sides,
Comes the world of new insights,
China by name, shot to fame
The world envies them all and glories the Wall

Poles apart, lay the country
The next door neighbour, Russia by name
From Slavs to Czars to Putin put to pain,
All evils slain, lives the Kremlin in all the hearts

With outstretched arms, redeeming the glory of the tragic past
Christ the Redeemer stands tall,
‘Ordem e Progresso’ being their motto
Brazil by name, progress is their foot game

Apartheid and racism led affront,
Life at the land was all affrays,
Led by a man of wisdom and might,
The Rainbow Nation saw it all
The cradle of humankind still plays its lullabies
And shelters them all irrespective
As the name of the cape beseeches hope and faith
 The land at the tip of the dark continent outshines the past

Beyond the Pampas, there lies a history,
A civilization that led light,
Argentina was a name of the men,
Valorous by all means and it shall remain

Sizzling Mexican salsa sauces to the platter,
Foodies all the life, way ahead in the minds
Lies the blood curdling wails let aloud by a tragic past,
No longer remains the darkness but the glow that leads kindly light

Where 18000 islands are separated at a distance,
Where Flora and fauna thrive in abundance,
Lies the epicentre of the turbulences of the world,
But binding by heart is way what Indonesia is

The home of the entity that was bitten by an apple,
The land of the morning calm keeps its calm,
Be it during the black memories with the invaders
Or with like-named sibling
South Korea has it all with its S(e)oul at the helm
To climb the peak of the world with all its grace

Christened from the name of the king himself,
Was born a country in the east of the world
They know life’s upside down when at war
Digging deep into the history is
The country of invasions with a blood spilled history
Philippines by name, they shall win

History seems the same for them all,
He too lived a life of turmoil
Being the reason of the change, here lies a glorified tradition
This is Malaysia, truly Asia

The grandeur of the Arab charms is nowhere to be seen,
The land, sacred for the Jews, lay a path for the astray
The brilliance of the nation lies within
In the hearts and minds of them, the Israelis

Divided amongst the two continents
Lies a land of wonders and East’s mercenary to the West,
With a vast cultural diversity and profound integrity,
 Turkey by name, lies within is centuries of richness

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

The Brown Eyed Boy

Disclaimer: The material posted here has resemblance to a person who is very much alive. All that is posted here is with his consent and approval. 


                           Walking towards me was a tall, lanky bespectacled young man with looks that he seems very calm and reserved : there goes the first impression about this person. He had curly hair, curly enough to become a labyrinth for an insect that got in by sheer ill-fate.

                            That was our first rendezvous. I looked at my classmate-to-be. His eyes were his striking feature: hazel brown colored. With a sly smile, he said goodbye and parted our ways till the class started.

                           A hand landed on my shoulders on my walk to the hostel after I bade goodbye to parents. I turned around, lo and behold, with the same sly smile , stood the brown eyed boy. The 'classmate-to-be' had become my classmate for the next 2 loooong years. While walking together, I noticed his animated expressions of answering me about how his journey was. Vibes from him, I felt, had bound me and him.

                         The lankiness in him was just a misjudged prejudice that I had. A song, a surge of energy and the next thing I found was the brown eyed boy swaying to the tunes of hit Bollywood and Tollywood numbers. The guy was full of energy. His legs jumped to life, his hands were swaying with ultimate grace. He was a dancer par excellence.

                           Soon, I understood that he was a trained Carnatic singer and a genius when it came to studies. Now was the time when I thought that ‘did I run into the company of the wrong sort?’    

                             Well, I know to differentiate between the right and wrong sort.
                             Indeed an acquaintance had become a friend!!! 


Thursday, 23 August 2012

Its hard to let it go!

           Dedicated to all those who loved and couldn't make it to the other side. 



            He said.

            The anxious gang of friends hovering around were eager to hear from him about the breaking news.

             His friends were constantly bugging him with the name of a girl ever since she cast giveaway glances at him. He was sitting in the college cafeteria while she, the most prettiest girl in the class, shot an eye at him , others seemed virtually nonexistent.

              Ever since that day, she and he have never missed a chance to exchange glances without the other noticing. 
              He often saw her turn away when she understood that he had caught her eye. 

              Eagerness was at the maximum for the gang as the time approached when he said, 'I love her'. 

              The expectation was on air for some time, but the gang exhilarated on hearing his confession. 
              The gang was pretty sure that no girl would turn down the proposal from the studious handsome hunk of the batch. But the way how she would react to something which revolved around her life was in critical doubts and totally unpredictable. 

               Slowly, they got back into business(studies), leaving no room for love. Hellos and byes became a monotonous routine He barely got a chance beyond the greetings, but the course of life made him accustomed to the way it was.

               Life is too short when it comes to passage of time and shorter it is when it comes to college duration. The joining, first eye to eye contact, the one way love and the photo session after the convocation seemed to pass with the duration of a blink of the eye.

               The moment she was out of sight, he felt his heart burdened and was overpowered with grief. The journey from the college to the airport, sitting in the lounge, the flight and even the over-attractive Jet Airways cabin crew seemed uninteresting to him. All that mattered to him was her. The next time he would be seeing her,she might be someone else's. .

                Vowing that he would rip her from his heart, he tried to console himself and accept the reality. Awaiting the bright future that was lying ahead, he wiped the tears that welled up in eye and opened up for a bright future!!



                     There are no wounds that time can't heal.  The wound had healed over a period of 2 years. He, though felt numb on the thoughts of loosing opportunities that he had missed or rather couldn't capitalize, was almost out of the grief stricken mood waves. 

                      The work place pressure kept building up as the days passed and he barely had time for thinking anything else. The pressure could be related proportionally to the fat pay check credited to his account every month. As per the law of diminishing marginal utility , the more money he had, he found lesser avenues to utilize it. 

                        Life had to go on. He, too had to move on. 

                        To keep up with the pace of life.
                        To be contended with what he had and not with what he wanted.


                         ' Son, I know what it feels when you say you are in love. But I daresay, be bold with your stand. Or else you will experience the turmoil that me and mom had to undergo.

                          With a wink, he dropped his son at the airport where he would board the flight to the same city, to go to the same institute to begin a new term of management of his career and 'life'. Where it all started!!



Tuesday, 21 August 2012

It started just like that....


           Thank you, God for making me feel to do this at least now. 

           Thank you, Deepak Gopalakrishnan aka 'Chuck' for being an inspiration, I have gone through all your works (well, I know that you don't know me, but still...)

            Thank you, Mom, Dad & Arun
            Thank you, fellow OOEHSians, SBOAns, VIDYAites, T.I.M.Ers and Great Lakers (esp. Karthick 'Superman'ian, a "blogging" genius, but not otherwise ;) kidding :P)
            At last, I present before you, my personal, hand(typed)written, brainchild.... MY BLOG. 
            After years of laziness and haphazardly thinking of what would I be writing if I were to start blogging, I finally sat in front of my laptop. Gazing into the distance and back onto the screen, I let my mind wander loose, untouched by the ''progress" of my day-to-day activities.

             Lost in thoughts and making my mind empty, I felt myself reeling side by side on the banks of a river adrift with all my memories (all what I could recollect)

             Be it the turmoil, anguish and grief it had caused or be it the elation or sheepishness it made, I was happy that I could revisit my past and revitalize the energy within.

             A trigger would only go in, cultivate thoughts and bring a smile on your face,
                                                             only when you have time, 
                                                             only when you have nothing to do.

             Especially when it is on the eve of your exam.....

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