(never wanna get) Over You

V:
So soon it finally came,
That day, that dreaded date,
When you and i,
Had to go our separate ways.

How i wish that we could hold on,
Stay together a little while longer,
But now the time has come,
To say good bye to you.

And I know that we promised, to stay in touch with each other,
And i know we promised never, to let these memories fade.

But maybe,
One day some time from now, you'll,
Have to put me out of your mind,
And, maybe, that one day you'll move on...


C:
But i, gotta ask myself if i, will ever,
Be able to leave this behind me,
And a voice in my head says no,
These memories will stay with me, so,

A your eyes, your beautiful smile,
As your, sweet laugh pass through my mind,
I realise, that its gonna be hard for me,
To get over you...
Over you...


V:
And now its been so long,
And I wonder how i go on,
As i spend the night,
with dreams and memories of you.

And now I,
Live holding on to the,
Hope that we'll meet once more,
So that we can,
Be together again.

And I know that its been so long since we saw each other,
But I promise I'll never give up on our love


C:
But i, gotta ask myself if i, will ever,
Be able to leave this behind me,
And a voice in my head says no,
These memories will stay with me, so,

A your eyes, your beautiful smile,
As your, sweet laugh pass through my mind,
I realise, that its gonna be hard for me,
To get over you...
Never wanna get over you...

A soldiers lament

Born on a cold winter morning,
From birth, war and battle i was learning,
My sole gift to the world? Endless mourning.
Ousted from my cradle before i could walk,
Hefting weapons before i learnt to talk.

Sentenced from birth to endless marching,
Shattered weapons adorn the path that I'm walking,
This carpet of broken dreams so straight, never branching.
Heedless i walk serenaded by dying mens cries,
Steadily move on to where the next battle lies.

Slashing and parrying, shot through and run down,
Caught in the hated, familiar whirlwind of agony and sound,
And once again i bleed my life into the ground.
Deaths I've died a the whims of Aries, Mars and more,
Forever my lieges these ruthless and brutal Gods of war.

Fighting for hidden powers, abstract, whose reasons i don't know,
Farmer of despair, death is all i sow,
Yet another bloodied thread, in this vast tapestry of woe.
In the arms of my old friend death i seek solace from this strife,
Yet each time he forsakes me, to yet another life.



The soul is the same, though names and faces change,
As each time i stride on to battlefields, old or new and strange,
And each time my life is spent, carelessly, like loose change.
And so it shall be, till end of time, nothing will stop this torment,
So as i fight and die once more, I sing for thee,
This never-ending, never-dying, forsaken soldiers lament ...

Painting a picture, a picture of change

It began on one cold winter night,
First touch, first sight,
Something was about, to change my life..
Friends once before,
Neither remembered much more,
Through the passage of time each had forgotten.

So first touch, first sight,
First meeting, just two strangers in the night.



A new day, new light,
Shining on a friendship so bright,
Forged anew, sparkling with the future's promising dew,
A creation that was more than met the eye...
Little did i know,
Where it would go,
This friendship so bright,
Brought from the past, made to last.

A new day, new light,
New hopes for a future so bright.



Like a thief in the night,
Like the cool breeze and its playful bite,
Refreshing and relaxing, it swept in,
The seed of that which would change my life...
The friendship so true,
Was to be strengthened through,
The flower, the tree that grew that night.

Agents of change, swept quietly in, like,
Thieves running their errands on that dark night.



The seed took root, as above grew its  shoot,
Laden with the buds and  the fruit,
Of sudden change, by which my life was swept through.
Then came the flowers in full bloom,
Never to wilt and so soon,
Came forth the truth, that the friendship was but a veil,
Covering an unknown entity, as it lay in wait.

Waiting for the tree to strengthen its root,
Waiting for the right time to deliver, its ever ripening fruit. 



Veils and disguises peeled,
That which lay dormant, now wakened and revealed,
And the friendship the gave way to,
That agent of change, lighting up my life.
So once again on a winter night,
We met, but no longer strangers in the night,
Once again the experience, first touch, first sight,
Love for each other evident in our eyes,
Standing there in the white moonlight,
A beautiful picture,
My Sihaya and I...

Defining it

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Understood and felt yet never defined,
Its wild and uncharted, yet feels so refined.

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Its an entire world explored without fear,
Yet its maps are never clear.

So little, yet so much,
So clear yet so obscured.
It can pain like a wound, yet never needs a cure,
It radiates joy, makes you feel warm to the core.
Soothes the mind, like the waves at a shore,
Its makes life easier by so much more.

Its so little, yet so much,
So clear yet so obscured.
Its effects are strange and not fully explored,
Its a weight, but one that when piles up, lightens your load.

So little, yet so much,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Its a cozy blanket wrapping you in its fold,
Its comfort and warmth during winters cold.

So little, yet so much more,
So clear, yet so obscured.
Some may call it a madness with a sweet lure,
But if it is, i never want it cured

So little , yet so much more.
So clear yet so obscured.
Felt so clearly, yet can't be explained, or to others told.
Its a wonderful sight, true beauty to behold.

Discovering 'It'

What is it? That mysterious feeling, the one that everyone talks about so often, yet can never explain. What defines it? How can you tell from any other feeling or emotion?

Well no answer is usually the answer to these questions, and if any try to explain, they invariably fail. After all, it is not something that can be neatly, scientifically defined with various labels or assigned any symptoms, for everyone one has a different approach to it, each persons path follows a different set of directions and crosses different trails en route to this destination. For those who have known it, it is something very beautiful yet, like the best pieces of abstract art, undefined, imparting different impressions and meanings to everyone, and thus it is something to be experienced, to be felt and enjoyed, but never defined. But for those who haven't experienced it yet, it is a mysterious puzzle, a riddle with no apparent answer, and thus it was with me.

All the while I searched for something like, i found nothing. Hunting high and low in vain, trying to define it, to give it a shape and forcing my expectations on to it. Questioning every thought and feeling to see if it had finally arrived. I was searching so hard for it, too hard in fact, and so it never came. All that i saw were mere mirages of that which was promised, teasing me from afar.

Frustrated, i finally gave up searching, i gave it up as something incomprehensible and absurd, something existing only for dreamers, forgetting that while part of me was a sharp thinking rationalist, a part was a dreamer. I went about scorning all those who wandered mooning about it a hopeless romanticists, not knowing the romantic that lay slumbering within.

And ironically, the minute i gave up searching for it, it began its approach. The very instant i gave up on it, it entered my life, quietly like a thief in the night, gently like the cool morning breeze, riding within the Trojan horse of a friendship, that was destined to be something more, it penetrated my defenses, the walls i had set up, breaking through and gently awakening all that lay hidden within. It opened me up to something different, new, something unexpected and wonderful. There was no fan-fare, no drums and trumpets no waving banner, just an unexplained warmth and quiet smiles, and i realised that it had finally arrived.

It was all that i expected yet more than i'd have ever thought. It was all i had imagined and yet so much more that even imagination couldn't cover it all. Of course one thing is for sure, while i feel it, i still can't explain it. Its the way i can't keep my eyes off hers, the way i mean it with all my heart when i tell her that i love her. Its like the rush of heart when i feel her warm breath on my ears as she whispers those three words to me, the warmth that surges through me when i touch her hand, the sincerity with which i tell her that she's beautiful. The way way I accept her for who she is and she accepts me, it shows up in how even when she annoys me, i can't help but feel that happy glow. It comes to me as that feeling of comfort and safety, the feeling that everything will be alright when she wraps me in her warm caring embrace.

Its so little, and yet so much. It appears so clear and yet so obscured. It can happen anytime, anywhere, can take any form. For me its blossomed in those tender words, that warm touch and that loving embrace.

A Sense of Belonging...

She wakes up early in the morning at the crack of dawn or even earlier, and thus begins her busy busy day. First task of the day is to wake up the other slumbering members of the family, still snoring away even as the sun peeks up to say hello.So with a twitch of her nose and a wag of her tail she gets down to work.

Fifteen minutes later everyone's awake and getting ready for office and school. Meanwhile she outside in the veranda basking in the morning sun. Soon the gardener comes around and she leaves for her morning walk.

Skip a bit of the day and her breakfast is done. Satisfied, she settles down in her bed as the others scramble out of the house leaving her on her own for the next four hours. However the knowledge that she's going to be alone doesn't faze her, as she knows that they'll be back.

Her life may seem very simple and many may find it confining, not being allowed in certain parts of the house, having a restricted diet, scolded for making too much noise etc etc. its literally the life of a dog for Daisy. Still she's content and why is that so? Because she belongs, she fits into out family perfectly like a tree in a forest or like the missing piece in a puzzle.

And in that lies the secret to contentment at very least, if not complete happiness. Many of life's struggles come down to this one thing, the desire to fit in, to have a place where you feel you belong, where you are a part of a whole rather than a left out piece of some forgotten puzzle. our need for family, for friends to trust is once again the need to belong, to fit in. Quests for love are once again like searches for that one person with whom you can 'click', the person who can make you feel 'complete', or rather different as in adding newer sides to your personality... complete seems to cliched. The concept of two people one heart, soul-mates etc? All have the same underlying concept. Of course its not easy to find the place where you belong, the puzzle where you can fit in and help complete the picture.

Money, power and fame, these are all but temporary, as are their effects. Money can't buy you your family or friends, at least not true friends. Power, it is also temporary. You may be able to get hundreds of men jump to your whims one day, but you may be jumping at others commands the next. Even the most powerful emperors didn't rule forever and many lie in forgotten crypts with their bones turned to dust , as all memories and even myths about their exploits fade into oblivion. Same goes for celebrity, today almost everyone may know actor ABC, but what about 50-60 years down the line? Very few, if any at all will remember the existence of this current superstar. Worst thing is that many people sacrifice so many things to attain these 'coveted' surrogates for other more meaningful things in life. So i have to ask, whats the point of having sacrificed love and belonging to attain a 'permanent' place in the halls of history, when the halls itself are ever changing and nothing stays there forever? Why remain adrift like pieces of driftwood in an ocean, buffeted by its tempests and having to face its storm alone?

In the end i guess it all comes down to one question, would you be a piece fitting well into its mosaic, or a lone wolf, forever hunting, never resting? Of course its not a picture of pure black and white, there are shades of gray in between, and those who can fit into these grays, who can strike a comfortable balance, they are probably best off. As for me however, i'd rather fit in somewhere, be another petal in the flower, and find comfort in the company of those i love and care about, friends, family... a soul-mate...

From the Winter Ashes

An era seemed to have passed since he had last come planetside. No, not just an era, but several. It was as if entire histories had been written and then wiped out, erased so thoroughly by the ceaseless, all consuming tides of nature. Had that much time actually passed? It didn't feel like it, but maybe...


As he swept down into the drifting sands of a desert, just one among many that dotted the surface, their presence like a plague threatening to swallow all else, he felt a shock of realisation... that little mount, that crumbling tower of stone- he KNEW this place, or rather he had once known it. There had been an ocean out there in the west where now stood a murky lake and on its shores there had been a city, right here at its shore, with those towering skyscrapers rising above all else, and its lights shining across the ocean waters like beacons, summoning all lost souls to the warmth and comfort of its safe harbors, to run free in its twisted lairs.



But all that was gone, all that remained was this.. this barren wasteland. What had happened here?! HE knew he hadn't been away long enough for history to have run its long winded course. Or had he? NO, he felt it in every fiber of his being, it was something else. Some catastrophe had come visiting in his absence...

Frustration and anger... and grief that was all that filled his mind as he raised his head to the searing red sun burning above in despair, and let out a long mournful cry, a funeral dirge if you will, a requiem for the people and the planet that was no more.


Feeling lost, he resolved to take one last flight around the world that had been home, that to the people who he had come to adore, and that now served as their crypt, a planet wide memorial to the ones who had fallen.


They were- no- they had been impulsive, strong, emotional. They had represented such a kaleidoscope of variety...  oh, and had always seemed to be so hell-bent on getting everything done faster and faster as though living in a rush but then with an average lifespan of 80 of their years, they were living on a very short lease of life. But there was no point pondering about that any longer. It was all gone, they were all gone, wiped away by the merciless hands of fate, like the dust of a slate. Their extinction caused by a tragedy, the roots of which he was beginning to comprehend. There had been a nuclear winter here, almost the entire planet subjected to a harsh ravaging by nuclear warheads. In all likelihood a war had been fought, after all in their impulsiveness they were quite destructive as well. No, not 'were', they used to be. Still finding it hard to accept that they're just gone, just disappeared off the face of the planet without a tra-wait a minute! something seemed to be moving.


As he swooped down to investigate, he couldn't believe what he was observing, could it be? Could some of them have survived the ravaging of their world?


Yes, he wasn't hallucinating.. it indeed was a colony of survivors, mostly children from what he could see. He counted around 20-30 no.. about 50 of them. For a specie that once numbered in billions, it was a depressingly small number of survivors. But he could use them to start afresh, to help them with a new beginning, a new dawn.


Forgetting all else, he began to watch over them, sheltering them from the storms that still roiled across the surface of the planet, observing, as they slowly began to take the first few steps towards progress. However he realised that he would not be able to stay with them forever, or even if he did, he would not survive for long, and so he began to actively interfere in their growth, pushing them faster along the track which they had now set upon, reviving their race memories with the promises of their past progress, slowly and subtly adding forgotten knowledge to their memories.


Generation after generation he stood guard, watching them as the prospered into village, then clusters of villages, as they rediscovered old skills of industry and farming, slowly thrusting forward, staking their claim once more on what had once been theirs. However he knew he had to leave them soon. Her summons had come, they were worried,  she more so, about his safety, he could not stay any longer, not without beginning the slow spiral into death. And so he left, trusting in them to grow, so that the sapling that he had nurtured could once again grow into the great flowering tree, as it had in the past.


As the planet dropped behind him, as he raced onwards towards his homeworld, and his beloved, he hoped that they would remember him, just as he would remember him till the end of his days.



He needn't have worried. Even millenia later, well after he passed away, the people still believed in an entity watching over them, the same benevolent presence that was said to have helped ushered in the dawn of New Human Civilization.



For want of a better name, they called it.. God.

A Short Story (Part II)

Well to continue a story that began some time ago (see "a short story"). After a few weeks of chatting and cautious flirting, he became good friends with her. The would text each other at least once a day, walk to tuition and back together and on the way, they'd chat about everything under the sun, from humorous to serious to the utterly nonsensical!

Now owning a guitar, he finally pulled his knowledge (all the tiny pieces of it) out of the dusty, rusting bin that was his memory and started to compose and plays songs, hoping to dedicate them openly to her someday. However confusion ,his nemesis, his mortal enemy, who had had been trailing after him since his birth, struck once again. It waxed and waned like the moon, at one instant an advancing like tidal wave threatening to engulf him, while at another ebbing away like the waters at low tide.

Through this confusion the only thoughts that remained (miraculously) stuck in the little creaking gears and cogs of his mind were when, where, why (okay, cancel the why) and how to tell her how he felt about her, and to somehow explain the mind numbing plethora of confusing confusions and thoughtless thoughts, all headed by a vanguard of questing questions, which plagued his mind ( that too without flubbing his lines like a second rate actor in a third rate play, being performed in an abandoned, rundown theater). An easy task no doubt, just about as easy as lifting cars in the air is for you and me.

Anyway i digress, coming back to the story...

One fine night he finally set about the task (mentioned in the previous para.) as best as he could (which isn't saying much) and told her everything, his entire life story from his first minute till the current time, his first meal, clothes, tooth... everything!... oh yeah and he did remember to mention his feelings for her in between before pausing for breath. For a few moments everything seemed extremely still as if someone had pressed the pause button on the DVD-player remote while going to fetch more popcorn, but soon it resumed.

Her reply, well it wasn't a yes it wasn't a no, but everything seemed to go with a positive flow (Sorry! I can't help but include a few rhymes here and there, its just that it makes my mind so clear... Sorry, i was at it again!, it looks like its become some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder..  :P) Okay now, to continue the narrative.

Everything seemed to be okay, but the thoughts about that night (apparently) on her mind had begun to prey and so when they met after a few days, she told him that she wasn't feeling comfortable with it, as they had known each other for such a short time and numerous other reasons, so she didn't want to take it any further and wanted to pause right there for some time. He thought for a bit and knowing that they'd continue to meet, again and again (and also that flirting would still be allowed), he said okay, and they remained good friends even after that day.

And that day as the sun set, he felt a chapter come to an end... but not of his life, just a chapter of the story, because things may change, thoughts may alter, and his hope, well for the foreseeable future, its flame will never flicker nor will he ever falter, and so this story is not over yet my friend

(P.S.- A part 3 will also come, somewhere down the line. just wait for it :D)

The Love of My Life

Some experiences, meetings, when they happen, feel like as if they are meant to be, imprinted onto our future by the remote and unseen hands of fate and fortune. Even in hindsight it seems that nothing short of a major life-changing move could have prevented them, and thus such confrontations have an aura of destiny about them, its like as if you are drawn towards these encounters, pulled along by an invisible string in the hands of an unseen puppet-master. It seems as if there is no way out, no future without them, without gaining or losing whatever that these showdowns gift to you, or steal away from you. And it was amid this atmosphere of premonition that i first saw her.


It was love at first sight. i stood enthralled by her looks, that elegant neck, curving figure... and as i recognised the heady feeling of destiny, i knew we were meant to be. Her voice sang to me as irresistible as a sirens song, pulling me closer to her, till i was beyond the point of no return. As thus i was introduced to my first true love. My life suddenly underwent numerous dramatic changes, and all for the better. It was as if she was making me a better person, slowly exposing me to new facets of my self that i never knew existed. As she sang for me, sang with me, i suddenly stood exposed to a new appreciation of music that i had never felt before, it was like as if i was a child who has only seen small ponds and lakes all his life, and was suddenly exposed to the wondrous vastness of an ocean. I was completely enraptured by the beauty and seemingly never ending scope of music. Each day i learn something new, discover a new song, a new artiste, a new genre or just something new of an old song, some hidden melody or beat that suddenly made the song seem so different so new, as if i'm listening to it for the first time.

She has introduced me to all of this and even more, she has made me re-explore myself.. discover sides of my personality and talents i never suspected. So i know i'll no matter what happens to me, i'll never forget her.

Who is she, this mystery female?.. Well... MY GUITAR!!!     ;-)

:-D :-D

 

Puzzle Too Hard To Crack

Some things are really hard to understand, and despite repeated attempts to figure them out, I at least haven't had any success in understanding these topics any better. And amongst THOSE the ones which confuse me the most concern the matters of the heart.

Yeah i know that this sounds pretty stupid and cliched, but then as i also present a case in this field, its hard not to think about these matters. Now. The girl involved in this case is undoubtedly attractive, she's got a nice and pleasant personality (with an air of innocence about her), smart, intelligent, and of course... beautiful (at least as per me.. i don't know what others might say, neither do i care). So its no surprise that i felt attracted towards her.

However, while i think about her quite a bit when I'm alone, and of course we chat a lot while walking together, on topics ranging from serious to that of normal chats between friends to even those bordering on the silly and absurd, but that's not always the case, and when these pauses in conversation come, they usually turn out to be awkward, and since she does most of the talking (thanks to me being the think-more, talk-less kind), its usually up to me to continue the conversation... and i fail abysmally.

At times, there comes a moment in this pause, when its like the best time to let her know how i feel, but every time i let them slip away, telling myself that its only a crush and that if i screw this up I'll probably cause a rift in our friendship, which i really really don't want. After all I'd rather be close to her and not be able to touch her, than be far away and still not be able to do so.

But suddenly there comes this time when we're separated by a distance that makes it unfeasible to text or chat via phone as often as I'd like. And now I've started thinking about her more often than ever. And now suddenly labeling these feelings as a mere crush, seems to be a massive understatement.

And now I'm confused, when close to her, I can't even make simple polite conversation, leaving her to do most of the talking. Yet when far from her, i think about her so often, dreaming of her pretty face and those beautiful eyes, writing out songs and poems dedicated to her, even discovering old compositions which finally have found someone to be dedicated to.

So caught in the trap i don't know what to do. If i let it out, there's a risk of screwing up our friendship, of moving her away from me, and if i don't, then the tension of wanting to let it out, yet still keeping it in, will keep pestering me, keeping me trapped in this quagmire of doubts. My only hope/wish whatever you may want to call it, is if she gives me a hint as to if she may feel the same way for me. Without that, this little part of my life is like a puzzle too hard for me to crack.

....I hope she reads this  (article and poem..... both)

I keep dreaming about you,

Its like you're always on my mind

And every time that I'm alone

Your face comes up before my eyes.

And once again i remember,

Your beautiful smile,

And how your eyes,

Seem so alive,

And as you move,

With heavenly grace,

While the sun shines down,

On your smiling face.

And as I watch the sun's fading light,

I wish that you were by my side,

And I'd tell how I feel tonight,

If you only i knew that you,

Might feel the same way for me.

Up in the air (no its not about the movie)

A light mist lay over the ground, and as the early morning sun peeked above the horizon, the entire airport lay swathed in a golden glow, it may be hard to believe that an organised jungle concrete and metal might ever be considered beautiful (though it might be considered awesome), under the shroud of that golden blanket, it did in fact present a sight so beautiful, i began to wish that i had camera with me (its a different matter that its lens won't work).

As the aircraft lifted off, i caught sight of the city covered in mist, whose thickness seemed to increase closer to the horizon, till it was but a gold-tinged plain at the horizon. It was as if the entire city was wishing me a happy and safe journey.... or maybe it was just glad to be rid of me, but that's beside the point.

And so i began my journey, greeted by such beauty, and fully expecting nothing else of any note to come into my sight, i proceeded to start reading my book, hoping to avert boredom by engrossing myself in it, but one glance out of the window put an end to that. As my eyes turned towards the sky flying by, they were greeted by a expanse of white below us, so close below and so tightly packed, that it felt as if we were moving along another level of land, albeit a very white one, dotted by various cloudy skyscrapers reaching up to the next layer of clouds above.

The view had me so mesmerised by the vivid colours that i almost forgot to respond when the air-hostesses came around to serve breakfast (in fact, now that i think of it, they had probably  called me twice or thrice before i responded).


So after this experience, i guess that despite the increasing risk of flying, if you can get a view like that every time you fly, its worth taking that risk.

Rolling (across) Stones

Clomp-clomp-clomp-THUD! That's currently the most common sound outside my house after 6:30pm. If you're wondering, and the curious obviously will wonder, what that noise is... well its the sound of me 'trying' to walk around in my new in-line skates.

If you're wondering why i got them, well a friend of mine is very fond of skating, and in the evening when we go for our 'walk', she would be in skates, and i would be walking/jogging, or even sprinting some distance. As anyone could notice, this wasn't a fair arrangement, after all one of us is always at a disadvantage (in case of a race, she's the disadvantaged one, but in the long run i guess its me), so to even things out i decided to get a pair of skates.

Which also has the advantage of giving me an extra hobby to pursue, other than playing the guitar, writing songs or articles or reading a novel. Of course obtaining the skates wasn't an easy task, both in terms of locating them and paying for them (but Dad did so anyway, so thanks dad). But now at last the skates are here in my possession.And at the end of the day, as the sound of skates thumping and scraping against gravel and stones plays over and over again in my mind, and i look down upon my bruised and battered hands, I guess it was a worthwhile investment.








                                

A Movie Today

In India one major craze and past time for most of us, after cricket and gossip, is a good movie. Every one, or at least all most everyone, loves their weekend out watching a movie. Its the time for families to spend time together, for friends to meet up and have some fun together. But now its also a time where, thanks to modern day technology and the oblivious nature of our fellow Indians, you can find out what's going on in the life of the person in the seat next to yours, and thus gain some knowledge about the life of a total stranger, whom you don't care about one teeny-weeny bit.

Most people would get annoyed by this behavior, and many make their feelings evident especially when confronted with squealing little girls, who actually turn out to be in their 20s, but i look at it in a different light. Since these days, its getting harder to enter a movie hall and not encounter a specimen belonging to either the 'chatting idiot' or 'squealing girl' categories, you could say that its becoming an integral part of the movie experience. In fact I would say that movies these days would seem incomplete without the presence of these extra effects and dialogues.

For example, when the floating mountains of Pandora are revealed in the movie Avatar or when Puss-in-Boots does his cute helpless kitten look thing in the Shrek movies, you probably remain quiet and don't show much of a reaction, even though you're probably thinking stuff like "AWESOME!!" or "how cute he looks!", so no one knows what you're thinking, after all, at the most, you'll be sitting with your jaws wide open, so how can anyone know what you think? Don't worry, your neighbors in the hall are always ready to help you, with yells of excitement or giggles followed by a loooong "awwww.." they sum up the feelings of almost everyone in the hall. It adds a whole new dimension to the movie, making it a completely immersive experience, i.e. it fully immerses you in the nonsensical blabber and noise of your neighbors. Ahh.. a perfect use of a few hundred rupees, isn't it?

Oh and another advantage of this new enhanced experience, for covert operations is that spies now don't have to waste time snooping around in buildings and others files, all they need to do is spend a couple of hours in cinema halls around a city, and they'll have all the info they could ever need. So everyone gains something thanks to this new movie experience, but somehow i still long for the good old days where there were no extra effects in the movie, called me old-fashioned, but that's just the way i am.

The Celeb Obsession

One of the growing problems in our world today is the obsession with celebrities. Different people in many different parts of the world may not have anything in common with each other... other than this obsession with the lives of celebrities, and this is spreading faster than a secret told to a woman!

Want proof? Well check this out, two people killed by some gangster-turned-MLA's motorcade, this gets one 6 line paragraph, but Deepika Padukone meets Ranbir Kapoor once, and its a whole god-forsaken half-a-page affair! Or lets say, people get robbed and killed by armed robbers, and some Scarlett Johansson gets a tattoo, which isn't any tattoo.. its supposed to have some secret meaning. Which one gets more space?

Obviously, the meaningful tattoo.

Its reached such a stage that when a celebrity wriggles a toe we have columnists writing long stories about how. when, where and why this act was conducted, while our very own home-grown astrologers take out their charts and make solemn predictions about how this act, because of being conducted at such-and-such time will affect their careers! So of course when an accident occurs, injuring or killing a few mere mortals like us, who cares? It'll probably get a small sentence somewhere, or maybe a full paragraph, if its gruesome enough.

Of course I understand that there is always a separate section for everything, national news, global news, sports news etc. But thanks to some creature called the paparazzi, which apparently chases celebrities and makes life hell for them and as a result gets bashed up by celebrities (which is quite understandable, i pity the poor celebs), these celebrities and their scandals or outbursts against the paps are all over the news, infringing even on the global news space!!!
So now everyone will know that a deep-something pad-u-cone met some Run-beer guy somewhere, but very few will know hat the Great barrier reef has been damaged by oil leaks, or that an oil slick was spreading in the Gulf of Mexico.. or even rarer still, that there was a bomb threat in New York.

And this is what annoys me the most, the things i read, and hence talk about are alien-speak to most of my neighbors, so they just keep ignoring me like they would a mad dog, and continue with their 'highly important' discussion about some Ranbir Johansson's scarlet tattoo

Just give Him a break

NOTE:  the following material attempts to talk about religion in a humorous tone, but may be offensive to some people. So you can read it only if you promise not to issue me a death threat after reading this piece

One major problem these days is that ever since God stopped popping in for a chat with a devout follower or two, or maybe a poor homeless soul (who then becomes a priest of some sort), every now and then, people have started getting extremely touchy and hence agitated about whose version of what God wants from us and what he said to some follower of his is correct. So what we have now is a bedlam of preaching, arguing and scathing attacks by religious leaders on other religions, with every religion trying to prove every other religion wrong, deluded, and good-for-nothing. Above this we have the desperate and desolate shrieks of some “followers” who say that God has deserted us because of our degenerate ways. Of course in between an atheist might walk in and begin trying to very logically prove to a crowd of die-hards (who don’t give a damn about what he says) that God doesn’t exist, and unless protected by a team of bodyguards, the atheist ends up getting booed at and pelted with pebbles, fruits , eggs, and even shoes these days.

Anyway enough of that lets now shift to the main topic. I’ve grown sick of hearing people whine that nothing is right with the world as God isn’t with us, so I just want to say “give Him a break!!!” to all those who cry out that God has deserted us just because they don’t see many instances of God conversing with us mortals, or sending us miracles and other signs, (Of course atheists say God doesn’t exist and so he never interacted with us before and thus can’t interact with us now, but for arguments sake let’s assume that he does; else this is a waste of time and hard work.)

My argument against such people begins from the fact that most of these cases of God conversing with humans have occurred in and between the Adam and Eve and Noah’s ark period in each religion’s timeline (I’ve seen numerous articles all pointing out these as some of the common points of quite a few religions, though of course with modifications here and there)

So during these periods in the religion’s history each will agree that humans weren’t such widespread pests at those times, so I guess that at the most there were about a few million people around on earth (during the more populous times), so He had fewer people to chat with, and keeping in contact with a couple of million people should be a manageable task for an entity who creates universes.

But in today’s world there are more than 6 billion people around on this planet, and honestly speaking, we may have 200 people on our friend lists, but we interact only with 20-30 of them at the most in a day, due to our busy schedule. So if we can’t deal with 200 people in a day, we can’t really expect a guy with more than 6 billion people on his “friend list” to interact with all of them everyday. Yeah so what if he goes about creating and running universes, we may not necessarily be the only species in this universe (‘cause if we are, then God would be being really silly in giving us so much space, or naïve in assuming that we won’t kill each other off long before it’s possible for us to occupy this VAST space that is the universe, and I don’t believe that God is either), so our expectations are probably a ‘little’ unrealistic.

Also how can be sure that he doesn’t interact with us anymore? There are so many cases world-wide of people claiming to have met or at least chatted with God even these days (and the fact that more than half were high on something when they met Him, or just crazy doesn’t really count, atheists will call anyone with such a claim crazy, even priests and prophets)

Well now as I conclude this piece I hope some of the screaming and whining crowd of fanatics reads this and stops arguing about religions and God to think long and hard upon what I said above (the longer the better, it’ll bring down the noise levels in the world for some time)    

The Path Ahead (self composed)

When you pass through the gate,
You realize, if a little late,
That all that passed before,
Will be relevant no more.

And  from now on shall be,
 just another memory,

Now as the path behind you fades,
Ahead lies a new one to face.
With ts own hardships, struggles and strife,
But also bringing new happiness,
And joy n your life.


So, under your parents shelter no more,
This path leaves you free to explore.
And so must must overcome our frights,
And prepare to scale new heights.

So as you bid your school farewell,
Remember one thing and remember it  well,
The world you'll face will be simple no more,
So don't try and get through this path too fast,
And cherish each moment as if it were your last.



-I know this may be a bit early but my mnd is already pondering the future..so i came out witth this

The Good Night Rhyme

Good night,
Sleep tight,
don't let the bugs bite, (till here its pretty much standard)
Cause if they do, they'll wake you up,
in the middle of the night,
Oh.. and if ,
the monsters,
under your bed give you a fright,
just switch on the light,
and everything will be alright,
And now i must stop this rhyme,
otherwise I might,
continue all night,
So one last time, I'll say good night!

A Short Story (self composed)

This one has been in waiting for long...so now sick of seeing it gathering dust i place in front of the public's eyes..


HE was but an ordinary guy, a bit of a nerd. Average in studies yet obsessed with books. All in all he had a busy week, and in his life there didn't seem to be place for much more. And after being stung once, girls in his life? no for sure.

SHE didn't look like anything special when she first walked into his life. At first glance just an ordinary face in an ordinary place . So just a glance and he was back to his books.

Yet had he looked closer he would have seen, mesmerising eyes of color deep brown, speaking volumes without uttering a sound. Gently curved lips like cupid's bow seeming ever ready, to bestow on her company a heart-stopping smile (the victims of which are piled miles high).

But so it remained week after week, oblivious of each other, till that day when fate sat them together.
Slowly out a of boredom a conversation they began. That night he felt something strange inside, like a dormant feeling now stepping back into his life.

So it began they sat together again and again, and slowly he noticed her mesmerizing eyes, her tantalizing voice and heart-stopping smile, without which it now seemed so hard to pass the time.
And then he realised what he had felt then, was love entering his life again.

Forgetting the past, he started, trying to woo a girl again.

But whether his efforts will bear fruit in time, will only be seen by whether she frowns in disapproval... or gives him that beautiful smile.

Note to readers

Hey i just started importing stuff from my facebook account to the blog here.. so due to that all posts below this post are in reverse order... i.e. the latest poems/songs are at the bottom of the list while the latest are at the top..


After this post though, everything is gonna be in the exact order in which i write them

Today's world (my first ever poem)

Today's world is a precocious matter,
Wars and terror and nuclear disaster,
Are just a few threats to name,
That have joined this precious game.

Many lives are in peril now,
And not just in the big bad world as we say.
Even at home we aren't very safe,
Leave alone the pedestrians walkway.

Theft, disease and capital murder,
are becoming a part of everyday life.
And people, their senses dulled by repetition,
Move uncaring along their path.

But is this the way we want it to be?
Watching the world crumble underneath our feet?
Should we just watch and say "that's just too bad",
When someone falls into trouble?

I say no, not until we have tried,
At least once to make it right,
I may not have power to do much,
But still, what's the harm in trying?

I have but one wish as i bid thee farewell.
Read my words and remember them,
For if you heed and act upon them,
Your will itself can work wonders..
To change yourself..and society for a better future.

Power of a lie (self composed)

Honest people today,
Are like needles in the hay.
They are really tough to find,
Even though their neighbours,
They do outshine.
Many people claim to be honest,
But being such a person is,
Like trying to stay dry,
In a tropical rain forest.

The harder you try,
To keep yourself dry,
The more the temptation,
To let caution fly.
But beware my friend,
Of the power of a lie.
It can be harmless and safe,
And can save someones skin.
Or it can be vindictive and trouble,
To anyone around.
So if thinking of lying.
keep this in mind.
And beware lest you do someone a deed unkind.

Life isn't fair (self composed)

Many a times we feel life isn't fair,
If throws us like toys,
Here and there.

Some plans we make,
Due to weather,
Have to break.

But that's not all life's about.
Take a look around,
See people in joy,
Jump and shout.

While many times life may be unfair,
Think about the joy,
That awaits you in its lair.

Think about the poor children,
You see out there.
Sitting on the roadsides going nowhere.
They could be here,
And you out there,
Them doing whatever they want,
While you just sit and stare.

To them life,
Has been unfair.
Treating them like you treat,
Any dandruff in your hair.

Just because of an accident of birth,
They are treated,
As if they don't have,
Any human worth.

Think about this,
And ponder my point.
While life at times is horrid,
To you it has given special care.
If you don't believe this,
Then go out there,
Watch the poverty stricken people,
And remember it could have been you down there.

Love is like.. (self composed)

Love is like a cool summer breeze,
It rest and refreshes,
And gives us some peace.

Love is like a warm winter fire,
It warms and comforts,
And makes us feel good.

These are but some side-effects,
Of the feeling we call love.
It gives us a thrill in success,
Solace in solitude,
Comfort in sorrow,
And a magic touch,
To every endeavor.

All this and more,
Is what happens due to love,
And thus i shall make sure,
That for me, love shall last forever.

Me (a silly little poem, but still.. try it out)

Geek and nerd,
Stupidly absurd.
Bumbling and Fumbling,
And many a times tumbling.
Clumsy and lazy,
Dumb and Crazy,
All these are words,
That describe me!!

Love me or Hate me,
Hit me or Hug me,
Thrash or Bash me,
Sock me up or mock me,
That's what you'll always see in me,
Because that's the way i wanna be....

Our World (self composed)

This world fine,
Is filled with wonders divine.
The sweet chirping of birds,
The galloping of herds,
The rustling of the breeze,
And other sounds,
To put you at ease.

The sunrise pretty,
And sunset so fine,
Along with the white,
Clear moonshine.
The peacocks dancing,
And deers prancing,
All are part of,
This great gift of life.

But this gift is to be conserved,
To be enjoyed by everyone on earth.
Instead of abused,
And misused,
Because this gift is a fragile joy,
And too much rattling will break it like a toy.

So take this message,
And remember in your heart,
That to save our planet,
we must do our part.

(Untitled) --(self composed)

Pray to God,
When things go wrong,
And hope the best comes through.
And when your prayer,
And your wishes aren't fulfilled,
You shout abuses at God,
Wondering why it,
Always does this to you.
Your plans being ruined,
Your day going bad,
And your life feels so sad

But do you ever stop and think,
That you as a human being,
Are but one in billions,
And as a specie as well,
We are but one to dwell,
In our universe,
Which has quadrillions,
Of worlds.
And out of them at least,
Has one billionth has life.

So in this Wide universe,
You aren't the only one,
To send for help,
When bad comes to worse.
So to expect,
Your wishes to come true,
Is only a small chance,
As God also caters,
To the others,
In the vast cosmic dance.

So before you pray,
Or Curse your God,
Think of the toughness of this job.

Freedom from the Boards (for students whose secondary exams are just ending)

The Boards are over,
I'm Finally free.
To jump with joy,
And laugh with glee.
To play Soccer,
And watch movies,
To learn squash,
and play on the PC.
To hang out with friends,
And visit the malls.
So in these three months,
I'm going to have a ball!!!

If only you were mine (first song composed by me)

(start 1st stanza)
When the sun Is falling out of the sky,
And the Moon is rising in the deep dark night,
I lay down to think of my life,
And Wish that u were by my side.

When The Day starts afresh,
And i wake up to the mess,
That my daily life always is,
I think of youuuu to help me, survive the day...
(end 1st stanza)


And everytime i turn around,
I feel that you are near me.
And despite all that i have to do,
I wish that you would be mine......

I try to while away the time,
Thinking of all in my life,
And everytime i do so,
I think of what we could be...

If only you were mine...


(start 2nd stanza)
Whenever i'm feeling happy,
Tasting the joy of success,
The joy seems slightly bitter...,
Unless you are with me.....,

And if i'm down and sad,
And my day has gone bad,
I think of you..............,
And some sunshine comes through....
(end 2nd stanza)


And everytime i turn around,
I feel that you are near me.
And despite all that i go through,
I wish that you would be mine......

I try to while away the time,
Thinking of all in my life,
And everytime i do so,
I think of what we could be...

If only you were mine...

(3rd para/stanza)
I know we're still are...,
A bit far... away,
From each other,
But still i hope that, we will;
Always be together

And maybe this just a dream,
That may never come true,
But I'll always be there for you,
And always i will love you.....
(end 3rd para/stanza)

Cause everytime i turn around,
I feel that you are near me.
And despite me being far from you,
I wish that you would be mine......

I try to while away the time,
Thinking of all in my life,
And everytime i do so,
I think of what we could be...
If only you were mine...

And this is the one wish that i have...
That you will someday be mine....

That you-ou will be mine,

And these dreams would stop,
If only you were mine,

Speechless (self composed)

I see you in the distance,
A distance i'm trying to cross.
I hear your voice, your laughter;
And my heart begs for more.

I want you to know, how you make me feel;
I swore i'd tell you today..........


But when i see your face,
My resolve falls out of place,

As the sun shines off your hair,
I just keep staring standing there.

And there's so much i want to say,
But you leave me speechless.


As i see you standing there,
Time slows down to a halt,
And my only hope is that,
This lasts forever and more.

I want you to know, how you make me feel;
I swore i'd tell you today..........


But when i see your face,
My resolve falls out of place,

As the sun shines off your hair,
I just keep staring standing there.

And there's so much i want to say,
But you leave me speechless.


Why does this happen to me?
Whenever you're around i just can't speak.
Your presence itself, intoxicates me, refreshes me;
And this is what i want you to know.


But when i see your face,
My resolve falls out of place,

As the sun shines off your hair,
I just keep staring standing there.

And there's so much i want to say,
But you leave me speechless.

And Ode (to the iPod) -self composed

You're like a drug i can't live without,
When you speak you drown out the crowd,
When i feel down you help me out,
You brighten up my life without a doubt,
And make my days fun throughout,
You, i just can' live without,
And so i say


...


...


...


Thank you iPod


; )

this one is for all iPod users

Dream (self-composed)

When life gets you down,

And you feel that ll hope is gone,

When you've fallen in a pit,

And you just can't climb out,

And you think that nothing will ever help you out....

Don't be afraid to,


Dream,
Picture a better scene,
Where smiles are all you see,
Where the sky's are clear,
And you're surrounded by greenery.

And if you try hard enough,
While never ever giving up,
You can make you dream,
Become something real.



When you feel alone and lost,

And you're freezing in the frost,

When your hopes are blown away,

And you're being sucked down a drain,

And giving up seems to be the only escape.



Just try to dream,
Dream of a better scene,
Where warmth is all you feel,
And you're right where you want to be.

And if you try hard enough,
While never ever giving up,
You can make you dream,
Become something real.



But don't get lost in your dream,

No matter how much more pleasant than reality.

'cos just a dream alone is never enough,

Without the effort to live it up,

To change your reality....



So Dream,
Dream of a better scene,
Where you have all you need,
ANd your life's the way you want it to be....

Where you never ever feel alone,
The one you've been looking for so long,
Is by your side all along......

And if you try hard enough,
Without ever giving up,
You can make your dream,
Become something real.......


Just dream..