Concealed and cagey in the scarlet vale
elucidated a woman, of a beautiful tale.
A tale of love, togetherness and despair,
a profound secret lost in air.
Her thoughts preceded to the times of yore;
to a castle on the fringe of a shore;
where Romeos and Juliets danced in merry
with no frets or agony in their life to decry.
She saw him there, the Prince of her life
with whom she knew her days would thrive.
A man of beauty and charm was he;
with a saccharine voice and eyes pale green.
He took her hand; the ballet queen
Gliding in the ballroom, all through the eve
Like Romeos and Juliets they danced in merry
with no frets or agony in their life to decry.
He promised to return and ask for her hand
to sweep her off her feet and take her to his land.
Through fading eves she lingered in vain
on her Prince and the white horse who never showed again.
Decades later, she recalls that night
when she was depraved of love by a glorious Knight.
Whose eminence triumphs throughout mankind
but left his woman far behind
In a rugged paper she scribbles a note
to unknown faces, of her lover’s quote
Hoping to remind him, she still exists
And waits for him, for that first kiss...
She crumbles the note and shudders a tear
and blows the millionth kiss in air.
After an era, she sleeps in ease
Leaving her soul to rest in peace
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
The woman insane
Perhaps a moment, a minute maybe
is all that she wants, ‘tis all that she needs.
The woman whom ideally they call insane
whom they call a nuisance, a threat they blame.
What is with her? That she scares the passer-by’s
with a stone in her hand and fury in her eyes.
“Where does she live?” a child out of innocence
asks his mom as they whizz past by.
No time for the woman,
not a minute at all.
To listen to her woes, listen to ‘em all.
In a perpetual murmur she speaks out her words.
Alas! To the little lad they seem unheard.
With a courageous heart, she ought to have lied;
when she laughed through her voice, with tears in her eyes.
Are there no hands to wipe them out?
To ease the crease of her frown?
Perhaps a poet like me might want
to purge off her woes with a magical wand.
Or slap her hard, at least make her cry,
such little do we think, seldom do we try.
The lady in the bus who laughs in haste
of her son, whom the mad woman had chased.
What matters? We don’t have a moment or two,
for we have our own lives, our sanity to pursue.
Miles apart from the woman, I now travel by
thinking of her, with a tear in my eye.
Maybe I should have gone, least should have tried.
Bound by my helplessness, to ease out the pain
to resurrect the soul of a woman insane
who yearns for a moment, a minute in vain.
is all that she wants, ‘tis all that she needs.
The woman whom ideally they call insane
whom they call a nuisance, a threat they blame.
What is with her? That she scares the passer-by’s
with a stone in her hand and fury in her eyes.
“Where does she live?” a child out of innocence
asks his mom as they whizz past by.
No time for the woman,
not a minute at all.
To listen to her woes, listen to ‘em all.
In a perpetual murmur she speaks out her words.
Alas! To the little lad they seem unheard.
With a courageous heart, she ought to have lied;
when she laughed through her voice, with tears in her eyes.
Are there no hands to wipe them out?
To ease the crease of her frown?
Perhaps a poet like me might want
to purge off her woes with a magical wand.
Or slap her hard, at least make her cry,
such little do we think, seldom do we try.
The lady in the bus who laughs in haste
of her son, whom the mad woman had chased.
What matters? We don’t have a moment or two,
for we have our own lives, our sanity to pursue.
Miles apart from the woman, I now travel by
thinking of her, with a tear in my eye.
Maybe I should have gone, least should have tried.
Bound by my helplessness, to ease out the pain
to resurrect the soul of a woman insane
who yearns for a moment, a minute in vain.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The November Rain
Its pouring here, its pouring there.
It’s raining everywhere
What more do we have with us
but the rain that we share
Set apart by worldly norms
are the days of yours and mine.
Tired of the infinite coldness
across the distant line.
Resting on the gliding clouds
I send my words to you.
Seize them if they come as drops
or behold the morning dew.
How I wish, I could let you know
of my heart’s aching pain.
These are the tears of an unknown woman
that descend as the November rain...
It’s raining everywhere
What more do we have with us
but the rain that we share
Set apart by worldly norms
are the days of yours and mine.
Tired of the infinite coldness
across the distant line.
Resting on the gliding clouds
I send my words to you.
Seize them if they come as drops
or behold the morning dew.
How I wish, I could let you know
of my heart’s aching pain.
These are the tears of an unknown woman
that descend as the November rain...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Colours
What colour is it?
A wounded badge; stained clothes,
half dead souls of yours and mine
the child’s cry, or the mother’s agony.
Imparting pain to thy brother.
Its bleeding red...
What colour is it?
For a soldier’s last breath
seeking peace, heaven and God.
Someone asking him to walk that alley,
turn left and climb the winding staircase
to the Father, pleading for forgiveness.
Alas! It’s too late
to knock on heaven’s door.
It’s serene white.
What colour is it?
A lil bird’s flapping wings painting the sky
or the sad woman’s state of mind?
Shades which follow through the day
and sink in quietly at night.
The colour of life;
infinite and impalpable.
It’s blue.
What colour is it?
The scorching heat of a summer wave
or the interminable greed for gold?
The spark in the eye of a young lad
or the morning’s colour that unfolds?
It’s gleaming yellow.
What colour is it?
The colour of the smoke from guns
or the colour of devastation?
The colour of holes left behind
by incessant firing of bullets.
The colour of death in the name of valour.
The colour of the cloud that descends.
Yes! I can see the cloud,
it’s black.
A wounded badge; stained clothes,
half dead souls of yours and mine
the child’s cry, or the mother’s agony.
Imparting pain to thy brother.
Its bleeding red...
What colour is it?
For a soldier’s last breath
seeking peace, heaven and God.
Someone asking him to walk that alley,
turn left and climb the winding staircase
to the Father, pleading for forgiveness.
Alas! It’s too late
to knock on heaven’s door.
It’s serene white.
What colour is it?
A lil bird’s flapping wings painting the sky
or the sad woman’s state of mind?
Shades which follow through the day
and sink in quietly at night.
The colour of life;
infinite and impalpable.
It’s blue.
What colour is it?
The scorching heat of a summer wave
or the interminable greed for gold?
The spark in the eye of a young lad
or the morning’s colour that unfolds?
It’s gleaming yellow.
What colour is it?
The colour of the smoke from guns
or the colour of devastation?
The colour of holes left behind
by incessant firing of bullets.
The colour of death in the name of valour.
The colour of the cloud that descends.
Yes! I can see the cloud,
it’s black.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
He touched me...
A morning of bliss
serenity and peace
never has this delight been felt before
waking up with an enlightening vision
of my God’s presence.
My guilt burdened soul
was put to rest
my condemned mind
to seek salvation.
My sorrowful heart
with overflowing ecstasy
And the life I lived
with wisdom.
How merciful can our Lord be?
For He sent His only Son.
To wipe our sins with the blood He spills
and to make His flesh our bread.
With every step I move ahead
The Lord, my God I have.
For every time I break and fall
in His Grace I shall stand.
A morning of bliss
serenity and peace
never has this delight been felt before
What sets this morning so apart
Is my Christ’s divine presence.
Proofread by: Vaishnavi Senthilkumar
serenity and peace
never has this delight been felt before
waking up with an enlightening vision
of my God’s presence.
My guilt burdened soul
was put to rest
my condemned mind
to seek salvation.
My sorrowful heart
with overflowing ecstasy
And the life I lived
with wisdom.
How merciful can our Lord be?
For He sent His only Son.
To wipe our sins with the blood He spills
and to make His flesh our bread.
With every step I move ahead
The Lord, my God I have.
For every time I break and fall
in His Grace I shall stand.
A morning of bliss
serenity and peace
never has this delight been felt before
What sets this morning so apart
Is my Christ’s divine presence.
Proofread by: Vaishnavi Senthilkumar
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Let it be...
Let it snow
let it fall
let it cover upon the world
let a white sheath of lies
hide the miseries of the day
let tears remain unknown
let darkness cover all fear
and seal it in a cold tomb
let the silence of a dark horse
devastate all grief
let us hide from ourselves for once
underneath the bitter cold
away from the helplessness of mankind
let a little warmth
be the only cause of comfort
let all eyes cry with no shame
let the heart with pain be numb
let the blood freeze
let the untold stories remain untold
let us accept every despair as it is; for once
let solitude give solace
Just for tonight,
let me hug my pillow real tight.
Please turn off the lights
brightness frightens.
Don’t wake up mamma
let her forget all her pain
and sleep with peace.
let things be undone
imperfect
Just tonight,
let it snow
let it fall
let the pain freeze...
let it fall
let it cover upon the world
let a white sheath of lies
hide the miseries of the day
let tears remain unknown
let darkness cover all fear
and seal it in a cold tomb
let the silence of a dark horse
devastate all grief
let us hide from ourselves for once
underneath the bitter cold
away from the helplessness of mankind
let a little warmth
be the only cause of comfort
let all eyes cry with no shame
let the heart with pain be numb
let the blood freeze
let the untold stories remain untold
let us accept every despair as it is; for once
let solitude give solace
Just for tonight,
let me hug my pillow real tight.
Please turn off the lights
brightness frightens.
Don’t wake up mamma
let her forget all her pain
and sleep with peace.
let things be undone
imperfect
Just tonight,
let it snow
let it fall
let the pain freeze...
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Happy In-dependence day!
To be very frank, this is the most not-so-independent kind of Independence Day we’re celebrating. All thanks to the swine flu thing on the spread which has been keeping us under house arrest. I was yelling at home today accusing the govt of how unfair it is to ask us to celebrate an in-dependence day. Just then I thought of making a quick analysis to while away time on the significant changes we’ve brought upon our nation since independence. Unfortunately, our level of dependence continues to be a heart break.
We still haven’t lost the bad habit of looking up to others to seek help without giving it a shot ourselves. Be it importing daily grocery or asking a friend to settle scoffs with the neighbour. We are still dependent. Dependent on each other and dependent on others. But never dependent on ourselves. I wonder where this level of dependence comes from. Moving down to a narrow scale, this seems to be an everyday scenario at every house. The ideology of spoon feeding takes away the originality in every individual leaving no room for thoughts to grow. How much have we mentally grown is a question which ought to be answered. I am personally very happy with legalising gay rights. But the forlorn struggle seems cryptic. What a person does in their bedroom is nobody’s business and certainly not the government’s. Better late than never though. Pat-Pat India!
All of this leads to one conclusion that there is a need for more freedom of thoughts. Years of mind numbing rituals in the name of conservatism has tied us down by a vicious chain which has to be broken down. It’s high time we grow up. There is a necessity for us to think, to question, to develop a sense of curiosity wherever required. Instead of making resolutions which pile up like files at the BMC office, let’s look back at what we’ve still not done, where we’ve gone wrong and correct our shortcomings ‘ourselves’. It’s high time we move on from being in-dependent.
We still haven’t lost the bad habit of looking up to others to seek help without giving it a shot ourselves. Be it importing daily grocery or asking a friend to settle scoffs with the neighbour. We are still dependent. Dependent on each other and dependent on others. But never dependent on ourselves. I wonder where this level of dependence comes from. Moving down to a narrow scale, this seems to be an everyday scenario at every house. The ideology of spoon feeding takes away the originality in every individual leaving no room for thoughts to grow. How much have we mentally grown is a question which ought to be answered. I am personally very happy with legalising gay rights. But the forlorn struggle seems cryptic. What a person does in their bedroom is nobody’s business and certainly not the government’s. Better late than never though. Pat-Pat India!
All of this leads to one conclusion that there is a need for more freedom of thoughts. Years of mind numbing rituals in the name of conservatism has tied us down by a vicious chain which has to be broken down. It’s high time we grow up. There is a necessity for us to think, to question, to develop a sense of curiosity wherever required. Instead of making resolutions which pile up like files at the BMC office, let’s look back at what we’ve still not done, where we’ve gone wrong and correct our shortcomings ‘ourselves’. It’s high time we move on from being in-dependent.
Wake up! Its morning...
Wake up people! Not because swine flu is on the spread but rather because of the contagious rumours it spreads along with. I found it a little funny to find almost all status messages of my friends related to swine flu. Some prayers, some apprehension, some philosophical thoughts like “honi ko kaun taal sakta hai?” (Who can stop the imminent?), to some sense of bizarre joy like “Yippee!! Holidays!!” Whatever be the state of mind, there surely is a lot of misconception regarding the same.
It’s like the other day at school a kid saw his friend wearing a mask and said “SWAN FLOO!” (swine flu)
MYTH 1:
“EVERYONE WEARING A MASK HAS SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Absolutely not necessary. It can very well be for the sake of protection. Please get this thought out of your heads.
My friend who suffered from viral fever was accused of having swine flu.
MYTH 2:
“COUGH AND COLD ARE SYMPTOMS OF SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
While the symptoms are the same, it may not always be swine flu. It may very well be a common cold/cough. But getting it verified from the doctor is appreciated.
A parent at school was complaining that wearing masks should be made compulsory at schools.
MYTH 3:
“MASKS PROVIDE 100% PROTECTION FROM SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Dr. D. Dhawan, chief medical officer said “masks don’t bestow much of an advantage to the wearer. They only add to the panic & scare that the spreading is faster than the flu. They DO NOT provide 100% protection. Instead, covering the mouth with a handkerchief or tissue folded to three layers could be more protective.”
MYTH 4:
“EATING PORK CAUSES SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Properly cooked pork, heated at 106 degree F does not possess a threat of spreading swine flu as H1N1 virus cannot survive at that temperature.
Hence from the above it is evident that there is a widespread misconception regarding swine flu. It can very much be treated. Death is not the ultimate. Instead of adding to the panic by spreading rumours regarding swine flu, let’s educate ourselves primarily and then spread awareness to help others cope with this scenario in a mature way. We are adults afterall!!!
It’s like the other day at school a kid saw his friend wearing a mask and said “SWAN FLOO!” (swine flu)
MYTH 1:
“EVERYONE WEARING A MASK HAS SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Absolutely not necessary. It can very well be for the sake of protection. Please get this thought out of your heads.
My friend who suffered from viral fever was accused of having swine flu.
MYTH 2:
“COUGH AND COLD ARE SYMPTOMS OF SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
While the symptoms are the same, it may not always be swine flu. It may very well be a common cold/cough. But getting it verified from the doctor is appreciated.
A parent at school was complaining that wearing masks should be made compulsory at schools.
MYTH 3:
“MASKS PROVIDE 100% PROTECTION FROM SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Dr. D. Dhawan, chief medical officer said “masks don’t bestow much of an advantage to the wearer. They only add to the panic & scare that the spreading is faster than the flu. They DO NOT provide 100% protection. Instead, covering the mouth with a handkerchief or tissue folded to three layers could be more protective.”
MYTH 4:
“EATING PORK CAUSES SWINE FLU”
TRUTH:
Properly cooked pork, heated at 106 degree F does not possess a threat of spreading swine flu as H1N1 virus cannot survive at that temperature.
Hence from the above it is evident that there is a widespread misconception regarding swine flu. It can very much be treated. Death is not the ultimate. Instead of adding to the panic by spreading rumours regarding swine flu, let’s educate ourselves primarily and then spread awareness to help others cope with this scenario in a mature way. We are adults afterall!!!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Senseless Conversations:
Half of our boring lectures are pre-occupied with senseless conversations by passing notes. Here is one such converation that I happened to come across in one of my old books dated back when I was in 9th. Miss those good ol' days of absolute nonsense!
Pavithra: Are you studying?
Juthika: Yeah, kinda
Pavithra: Am I disturbing you?
Juthika: Hmmm...frankly, I dunno!!
Pavithra: Say yes!!
Juthika: YES
Pavithra: How rude!!
(stupid smiles thrown across the classroom)
Are you bored?
Juthika: NO
Pavithra: Oh! Tu ne mere, dil ko toda
tanha tanha mujhko choda
kyun kiya aisa sitam?
P.S:- It was out ritual to sing this song when someone was irritated. Kinda adds fuel to the fire!
(And juthika turns back to paying attention to the lecture)
Pavithra: Are you studying?
Juthika: Yeah, kinda
Pavithra: Am I disturbing you?
Juthika: Hmmm...frankly, I dunno!!
Pavithra: Say yes!!
Juthika: YES
Pavithra: How rude!!
(stupid smiles thrown across the classroom)
Are you bored?
Juthika: NO
Pavithra: Oh! Tu ne mere, dil ko toda
tanha tanha mujhko choda
kyun kiya aisa sitam?
P.S:- It was out ritual to sing this song when someone was irritated. Kinda adds fuel to the fire!
(And juthika turns back to paying attention to the lecture)
Friendzzzz...
Just as I was running through Sandhya's blog and I really found the idea of memoirs very cute. Brought me back to the memory lane of fun filled days with my friends. Here is a sneak-peak into my slam book that echos most of our laughters and yes, tears to some extent as well.
P.S:- Sorry for the copy cat work Sandhya :-( I know I have this privilege of being your friend ;-)
Arzoo- my best friend. (though its an understatement for you!)
I am favouritely called: Neha, Arz and ....ya (keep guessing!)
Hmmm...let me think... ;-)
My den: Toilet
:-o
Joy to me is: You, me Ashu and Dui come together for HP4 at Imax adlabs (true friends)
hope that happens soon!
My sunshine Friends: Pavithra, gouri, amrita chopra
Darn! miss those gud ol' days
I think I am: Bubbly, sweet and sour, extremely naughty and a perfect buddy.
Yes you are!!
I think you are: A god's angel who has been an extremely fab buddy. An absolutely fabulous girl!
Miss u sooo much!
Vaishnavi- my shweetu sis!
I am favouritely called: vaishu & guppy by my sis
I find pleasure in doing: eating, sleeping, listening to music and studying sometimes
Scolti!!! :P
I think you are: intelligent, overconfident, good looking (just kidding!) & bindaas
Gosh u know me so well!
Gouri- the missing piece of the 'trio'
I am favouritely called: Dui by you guys
Miss ya dui!
The most yummy treat: Brain soup
Is that where u get your supplement from??? :o :P
I find pleasure in doing: crap
???
I think I am: gr8, gud, kind, considerate, generous, cute, Not a rule breaker, Scholar (aren't these PJ's?)
No the last one aint ;)
I think you are: bubli, cute, sweet, kind, gr8 in English, wonderful n I love ya!!
love ya too swts!
Dated: the day you got +ve energy agin. BOL
no comments!!!
Supriya- the absolute rock star
I am favouritely called: Suppu or anything u guys wanna call me
how sweet of you!
Joy to me is: spending time with all of you & breaking school rules and being adventurous
Break the rulez!!
My sunshine friends: Shivaranjani, archu, shehnaz, shreyasta, you, arzoo, gouri, renuka and of course sssswati (kidding!)
boy do I remember her!
I think I am: well that's for you to decide but am quite friendly and the best!!!
yeah u are!
I think you are: very cute, sweet, friendly and you rock. Be cool as you are and rock everyone as you do! Keep smiling and enjoy life!
:) :) :)
Inder- the ladies man!
I am favouritely called as: Indi, Psycho
Like the second one!
You can ring me at: My phone number
DUH!!!
I was most embarassed when: I proposed to my girlfriend and she said NO
How come she was ur gf when she already said no?!?
I think I am: a good friend
agreed
I think you are: sweet, good and I cant lie more than that
disagreed! :P
Akash Soni
I am favouritely called: Kash, Ash etc
Joy to me is: like joy to me. Simple. Don't you know this much
Oh sorry for being such a dumba**
I think I am: 'A'dmirable, 'K'ind, 'A'nti-hero, 'S'mart, 'H'ooligan ( I am right)
no comments.
I think you are: Pakau but good, Idiot but smart, pakau, pakau, pakau,.....but a good friend of mine.
remember: a smile is often worth a thousand words- akash
Will remember n yeah thnx for those compliments!
Juthika Das- The nerdy buddy!
I am favouritely called: Jyo, Juthi
You can ring me at: My telephone number!
haha very funny!
One day I wanna be: Myself- the great!
lolz :P
My sunshine friends: me, me, me!!!
we're all her cosmic friends!
I find pleasure in doing: nothing
Strange. Same pinch! :P
I think I am: Good, friendly. Hey i forgot! That's for you to say. I dont compliment myself.
Achcha baba, you are good and friendly, happy???
I think you are: Well I can say this. You are sweet, friendly, fun loving, cute, extrovert and MAD!!!
hehe...thanks!
Nupur Kapur- The sweet one
My sparkling sun sign: Sagittarius
sagis are born sparkling, aren't we? 8)
My sunshine friends: YOU
teary eyed!
I think I am: quite a cool dudette ( I know you're laughing)
No I'm not :)
I think you are: very pretty. I really want you to be my friend. Oh! I forgot to tell you that you have a very sweet voice!!
We r friends all the way nupur! (P.S:- I know you had a misinterpretation of my voice!)
Debasish Mishra- The balanced dude!
I am favouritely called: Debasish
n deba???
My den: Somewhere in this beautiful and crazy world.
the most sensible yet irrelevant answer for this! :D
A most desired wish upon a star: To achieve the impossible and defeat the invincible.
and we were all asking for Brad Pitt, Hilary Duff and ice creams! You make me proud buddy!!
One day I wanna be: A world champion in badminton.
You will deba. No doubts about that!
My sunshine friends: Saurabh, Siddarth, Arzoo, Gouri and now its 'U' who is one of them.
Glad to be! :)
I think I am: I don't like to brag or show my specialities
:o :o :o woah!
I think you are: A nice and a good girl and cool too. I expect you to be so and don't let my expectations go wrong. You promise.
:)
Sushma- The cool freak!
I am favouritely called: Suchu
Ona day I wanna be: The boss of my country. I mean the P.M (Intrested in politics)
Vote do! Vote do! Sushma Chowdhary ko vote do! ;)
I find pleasure in doing: *SLEEPING* I love sleping!
same pinch!!! 8)
I think I am: I shouldn't boast about myself, but yeah I am a cool, cute, helpful bonny girl
Nahin nahin karke hi khud ki tareef kar lo! :P
I think you are: Sweet, charming, evergreen, smart, friendly, bold & a good friend. Hey, I can't le more than this!
Johnny Gaddar! x)
Tulika Kapoor- My Crime Partner
My nick name is: Nonie, tikxi, tuli
My heart aches to think of the day when: I got scoldings for getting less marks in English on my B'DAY!!!
hey its gonne be a year now since then. Happy anniversary! :P
I like to munch on: Junk
Remember having bingo during Mishra's lecture??? ;) :D
How I feel about you: You're a happy go lucky kind of a person who loves chatting
Dated: 22nd dec '08 i.e., during V.D's lecture (algebra at yukti):D 8)
P.S:- Sorry for the copy cat work Sandhya :-( I know I have this privilege of being your friend ;-)
Arzoo- my best friend. (though its an understatement for you!)
I am favouritely called: Neha, Arz and ....ya (keep guessing!)
Hmmm...let me think... ;-)
My den: Toilet
:-o
Joy to me is: You, me Ashu and Dui come together for HP4 at Imax adlabs (true friends)
hope that happens soon!
My sunshine Friends: Pavithra, gouri, amrita chopra
Darn! miss those gud ol' days
I think I am: Bubbly, sweet and sour, extremely naughty and a perfect buddy.
Yes you are!!
I think you are: A god's angel who has been an extremely fab buddy. An absolutely fabulous girl!
Miss u sooo much!
Vaishnavi- my shweetu sis!
I am favouritely called: vaishu & guppy by my sis
I find pleasure in doing: eating, sleeping, listening to music and studying sometimes
Scolti!!! :P
I think you are: intelligent, overconfident, good looking (just kidding!) & bindaas
Gosh u know me so well!
Gouri- the missing piece of the 'trio'
I am favouritely called: Dui by you guys
Miss ya dui!
The most yummy treat: Brain soup
Is that where u get your supplement from??? :o :P
I find pleasure in doing: crap
???
I think I am: gr8, gud, kind, considerate, generous, cute, Not a rule breaker, Scholar (aren't these PJ's?)
No the last one aint ;)
I think you are: bubli, cute, sweet, kind, gr8 in English, wonderful n I love ya!!
love ya too swts!
Dated: the day you got +ve energy agin. BOL
no comments!!!
Supriya- the absolute rock star
I am favouritely called: Suppu or anything u guys wanna call me
how sweet of you!
Joy to me is: spending time with all of you & breaking school rules and being adventurous
Break the rulez!!
My sunshine friends: Shivaranjani, archu, shehnaz, shreyasta, you, arzoo, gouri, renuka and of course sssswati (kidding!)
boy do I remember her!
I think I am: well that's for you to decide but am quite friendly and the best!!!
yeah u are!
I think you are: very cute, sweet, friendly and you rock. Be cool as you are and rock everyone as you do! Keep smiling and enjoy life!
:) :) :)
Inder- the ladies man!
I am favouritely called as: Indi, Psycho
Like the second one!
You can ring me at: My phone number
DUH!!!
I was most embarassed when: I proposed to my girlfriend and she said NO
How come she was ur gf when she already said no?!?
I think I am: a good friend
agreed
I think you are: sweet, good and I cant lie more than that
disagreed! :P
Akash Soni
I am favouritely called: Kash, Ash etc
Joy to me is: like joy to me. Simple. Don't you know this much
Oh sorry for being such a dumba**
I think I am: 'A'dmirable, 'K'ind, 'A'nti-hero, 'S'mart, 'H'ooligan ( I am right)
no comments.
I think you are: Pakau but good, Idiot but smart, pakau, pakau, pakau,.....but a good friend of mine.
remember: a smile is often worth a thousand words- akash
Will remember n yeah thnx for those compliments!
Juthika Das- The nerdy buddy!
I am favouritely called: Jyo, Juthi
You can ring me at: My telephone number!
haha very funny!
One day I wanna be: Myself- the great!
lolz :P
My sunshine friends: me, me, me!!!
we're all her cosmic friends!
I find pleasure in doing: nothing
Strange. Same pinch! :P
I think I am: Good, friendly. Hey i forgot! That's for you to say. I dont compliment myself.
Achcha baba, you are good and friendly, happy???
I think you are: Well I can say this. You are sweet, friendly, fun loving, cute, extrovert and MAD!!!
hehe...thanks!
Nupur Kapur- The sweet one
My sparkling sun sign: Sagittarius
sagis are born sparkling, aren't we? 8)
My sunshine friends: YOU
teary eyed!
I think I am: quite a cool dudette ( I know you're laughing)
No I'm not :)
I think you are: very pretty. I really want you to be my friend. Oh! I forgot to tell you that you have a very sweet voice!!
We r friends all the way nupur! (P.S:- I know you had a misinterpretation of my voice!)
Debasish Mishra- The balanced dude!
I am favouritely called: Debasish
n deba???
My den: Somewhere in this beautiful and crazy world.
the most sensible yet irrelevant answer for this! :D
A most desired wish upon a star: To achieve the impossible and defeat the invincible.
and we were all asking for Brad Pitt, Hilary Duff and ice creams! You make me proud buddy!!
One day I wanna be: A world champion in badminton.
You will deba. No doubts about that!
My sunshine friends: Saurabh, Siddarth, Arzoo, Gouri and now its 'U' who is one of them.
Glad to be! :)
I think I am: I don't like to brag or show my specialities
:o :o :o woah!
I think you are: A nice and a good girl and cool too. I expect you to be so and don't let my expectations go wrong. You promise.
:)
Sushma- The cool freak!
I am favouritely called: Suchu
Ona day I wanna be: The boss of my country. I mean the P.M (Intrested in politics)
Vote do! Vote do! Sushma Chowdhary ko vote do! ;)
I find pleasure in doing: *SLEEPING* I love sleping!
same pinch!!! 8)
I think I am: I shouldn't boast about myself, but yeah I am a cool, cute, helpful bonny girl
Nahin nahin karke hi khud ki tareef kar lo! :P
I think you are: Sweet, charming, evergreen, smart, friendly, bold & a good friend. Hey, I can't le more than this!
Johnny Gaddar! x)
Tulika Kapoor- My Crime Partner
My nick name is: Nonie, tikxi, tuli
My heart aches to think of the day when: I got scoldings for getting less marks in English on my B'DAY!!!
hey its gonne be a year now since then. Happy anniversary! :P
I like to munch on: Junk
Remember having bingo during Mishra's lecture??? ;) :D
How I feel about you: You're a happy go lucky kind of a person who loves chatting
Dated: 22nd dec '08 i.e., during V.D's lecture (algebra at yukti):D 8)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Crimson Twilight
Abutting a gleaming crimson twilight
awaited a soul for him to arrive.
Tracing the silhouette of his footsteps
the only possession he left behind.
She counted the nights and days that dawned
just for him to arrive.
Her thoughts lingered on him
and her eyes in a perpetual mirage.
Gone astray with those golden words
are gone astray her mind.
Beyond the fathom of the desert
or the charisma of the wind,
those enigmatic moments of secrecy
unfolded within.
Her fragrance set out to pursue his path.
Her shadow behind the curse.
Out on a quest she went to seek
what was never hers.
Prolonging the search for him
with the love for him insane
perplexed and lost in the crimson eve
she still waits for him in vain.
awaited a soul for him to arrive.
Tracing the silhouette of his footsteps
the only possession he left behind.
She counted the nights and days that dawned
just for him to arrive.
Her thoughts lingered on him
and her eyes in a perpetual mirage.
Gone astray with those golden words
are gone astray her mind.
Beyond the fathom of the desert
or the charisma of the wind,
those enigmatic moments of secrecy
unfolded within.
Her fragrance set out to pursue his path.
Her shadow behind the curse.
Out on a quest she went to seek
what was never hers.
Prolonging the search for him
with the love for him insane
perplexed and lost in the crimson eve
she still waits for him in vain.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The story of a yellow umbrella
Mom still insisted that I take no chance.
“It indeed is pretty mom, but it’s a little too huge for me to carry.”
“Don’t worry. The sky looks pretty clear. Doesn’t seem to rain today. You can leave your umbrella at home” said my sis pointing out to the watch indicating that I’m getting late to school. Reluctantly, mom let me go without my yellow umbrella.
As I stepped out of the building I felt a drop of water falling on my forehead. “Vaish, I think its drizzling. See?” I said pointing out to the wet patch on my temple.
“Please Pavz. Its from the trees” she said as they had already been fortunate to witness the showers before me.
I wiped it off n hurried to the bus stop. I was content to see a blue sky clear enough to convince myself that I was correct though a part of me sensed the hoax consolation. It was much cooler than the days that went by. The weather seemed very pleasing. The little kids who boarded the bus added to the serenity of the joyous atmosphere. All the while in the bus I hoped and prayed that it didn’t rain. I sat in my usual place next to the window letting the cold wind gently brush my arm.
Just as I was about to reach my destination a cluster of dark clouds gathered and drops of water washed my elbow. Mom’s instincts were proven right. She is Mom afterall! It was my first date with the monsoon this year. Instead of greeting the blissful drops of life I whimsically shut my eyes and made a quick prayer for the rain to stop before I could get down from the bus. It surprisingly did. Still seemed to drizzle, very faintly though. I got down from the bus and hurried my way to school. My school is at a 5 minutes’ walking distance from the bus stop. 3 minutes at the speed I was in! As I half ran-half walked to school the drizzles intensified and no sooner it started raining heavily. We were a bunch of over confident kids and adults without umbrellas. We all took shelter under a huge tree on the way. Regardless, we all got drenched. I was getting late to school and decided to walk in the rain as I had no intensions of getting punished on the second day of school. As I walked in the rain I started enjoying it. I unleashed the kid in me, killing all inhibitions and kicked around the puddle of water and danced my way to school, rediscovering the innocence of a lost childhood. The wind slapped my face hard to make me realize what I had been missing the entire year. I stretched my hands out and said to myself in an almost inaudible voice “I missed you rains. Welcome back!”
“It indeed is pretty mom, but it’s a little too huge for me to carry.”
“Don’t worry. The sky looks pretty clear. Doesn’t seem to rain today. You can leave your umbrella at home” said my sis pointing out to the watch indicating that I’m getting late to school. Reluctantly, mom let me go without my yellow umbrella.
As I stepped out of the building I felt a drop of water falling on my forehead. “Vaish, I think its drizzling. See?” I said pointing out to the wet patch on my temple.
“Please Pavz. Its from the trees” she said as they had already been fortunate to witness the showers before me.
I wiped it off n hurried to the bus stop. I was content to see a blue sky clear enough to convince myself that I was correct though a part of me sensed the hoax consolation. It was much cooler than the days that went by. The weather seemed very pleasing. The little kids who boarded the bus added to the serenity of the joyous atmosphere. All the while in the bus I hoped and prayed that it didn’t rain. I sat in my usual place next to the window letting the cold wind gently brush my arm.
Just as I was about to reach my destination a cluster of dark clouds gathered and drops of water washed my elbow. Mom’s instincts were proven right. She is Mom afterall! It was my first date with the monsoon this year. Instead of greeting the blissful drops of life I whimsically shut my eyes and made a quick prayer for the rain to stop before I could get down from the bus. It surprisingly did. Still seemed to drizzle, very faintly though. I got down from the bus and hurried my way to school. My school is at a 5 minutes’ walking distance from the bus stop. 3 minutes at the speed I was in! As I half ran-half walked to school the drizzles intensified and no sooner it started raining heavily. We were a bunch of over confident kids and adults without umbrellas. We all took shelter under a huge tree on the way. Regardless, we all got drenched. I was getting late to school and decided to walk in the rain as I had no intensions of getting punished on the second day of school. As I walked in the rain I started enjoying it. I unleashed the kid in me, killing all inhibitions and kicked around the puddle of water and danced my way to school, rediscovering the innocence of a lost childhood. The wind slapped my face hard to make me realize what I had been missing the entire year. I stretched my hands out and said to myself in an almost inaudible voice “I missed you rains. Welcome back!”
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The Illusionist...
A stranger so known
invading her life
exceptionally changing it
with his magical touch.
Her acts seemed predictable
her thoughts comprehensible.
A psychic she presumed.
An illusionist rather
whose divine eyes suspended
impalpable felony.
His thirst for her blood amplified.
Her sweet fragrance
unleashing the devil within.
Mesmerised by those scotch eyes
relenting her own self;
she let his fangs
to poison her for eternity...
invading her life
exceptionally changing it
with his magical touch.
Her acts seemed predictable
her thoughts comprehensible.
A psychic she presumed.
An illusionist rather
whose divine eyes suspended
impalpable felony.
His thirst for her blood amplified.
Her sweet fragrance
unleashing the devil within.
Mesmerised by those scotch eyes
relenting her own self;
she let his fangs
to poison her for eternity...
Monday, June 8, 2009
Brain drain- fatal facinations...
“Racism reaching its heights in Australia. India protesting by refusing to play cricket with the Aussies.”
“Another Indian student shot down in the U.S by unidentified natives. Rumours claiming racism as the motive.”
The morning daily flooded with such articles on the front page and we are still leaving to the airport to send off our cousin to these estranged islands for working. How impossible can we get???
About roughly a decade back it was a sense of pride to have your son/daughter working abroad. It was a prestige issue for the rich and a capitulated dream of the poor. But today it is a necessity of common man. It is impossible for an Indian family to not have their siblings or relatives in these so called developed countries. The reason though, still remains cryptic.
But is it actually worth risking one’s life just to have a tag of an NRI or to hold a green card in your hand? The growing haphazard everywhere makes life extremely unpredictable. A golden example can be taken from the recent Oz issue. People are running back to India fearing for life. And we natives show our helplessness by protesting to play cricket with the Oz team. I know that it makes absolutely no sense and is no way related but in an attempt to do something we are actually doing anything!
All thanks to our bizarre mentality that even between this chaos you’d still find that MBA-wala bhaiya next door packing his bags for his newly found “foreign job”.
I do not understand what is earned by running away to such alienated terrain, far away from all the things you’ve loved since childhood, working like a slave for hours without your mom there at the end of the day to give you that hot cup of coffee and listen to how your day was. In an attempt to trying to save a few dollars we really end up missing a lot. On one side the fear of losing your job robbing your sleep away and on the other, the anxiety of bringing up your children with “proper Indian values and ethics” tarnishing your peace of mind. India is not bad at all in job opportunities. It’s just this vague fascination of living with the white-skinned that is keeping us away from our mother land.
The final decision still remains open. One may choose to live comparatively secure with a lil’ backup emotionally out here or choose to go out saving dollars at the cost of their lives. A little sense is appreciated though...
“Another Indian student shot down in the U.S by unidentified natives. Rumours claiming racism as the motive.”
The morning daily flooded with such articles on the front page and we are still leaving to the airport to send off our cousin to these estranged islands for working. How impossible can we get???
About roughly a decade back it was a sense of pride to have your son/daughter working abroad. It was a prestige issue for the rich and a capitulated dream of the poor. But today it is a necessity of common man. It is impossible for an Indian family to not have their siblings or relatives in these so called developed countries. The reason though, still remains cryptic.
But is it actually worth risking one’s life just to have a tag of an NRI or to hold a green card in your hand? The growing haphazard everywhere makes life extremely unpredictable. A golden example can be taken from the recent Oz issue. People are running back to India fearing for life. And we natives show our helplessness by protesting to play cricket with the Oz team. I know that it makes absolutely no sense and is no way related but in an attempt to do something we are actually doing anything!
All thanks to our bizarre mentality that even between this chaos you’d still find that MBA-wala bhaiya next door packing his bags for his newly found “foreign job”.
I do not understand what is earned by running away to such alienated terrain, far away from all the things you’ve loved since childhood, working like a slave for hours without your mom there at the end of the day to give you that hot cup of coffee and listen to how your day was. In an attempt to trying to save a few dollars we really end up missing a lot. On one side the fear of losing your job robbing your sleep away and on the other, the anxiety of bringing up your children with “proper Indian values and ethics” tarnishing your peace of mind. India is not bad at all in job opportunities. It’s just this vague fascination of living with the white-skinned that is keeping us away from our mother land.
The final decision still remains open. One may choose to live comparatively secure with a lil’ backup emotionally out here or choose to go out saving dollars at the cost of their lives. A little sense is appreciated though...
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Brilliance of Innocence...
Out in the world of liars and perverts
stood a frazzled kid, who caught my sight.
Lost in his chastity, I watched him play
with an imperfect toy
in his perfect little hands.
His fingers running over the worn out stitches
and his eyes at the relatively tattered clothes.
Wearing an unblemished look
with no deliquent thoughts
of molesting the serenity of life.
His face illuminating the brilliance of innocence
as he dropped his toy down.
His poignant radiance, shining bright
left me behind
though I moved away...
stood a frazzled kid, who caught my sight.
Lost in his chastity, I watched him play
with an imperfect toy
in his perfect little hands.
His fingers running over the worn out stitches
and his eyes at the relatively tattered clothes.
Wearing an unblemished look
with no deliquent thoughts
of molesting the serenity of life.
His face illuminating the brilliance of innocence
as he dropped his toy down.
His poignant radiance, shining bright
left me behind
though I moved away...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The last phone call...
Behind the luminance of the moon
Hidden in the dark forest
Along with the nocturnes
She awaits…
For years she sent her kisses
Through the wind that blew by
She wished to ask if they reached him
She wished to ask if he returned any.
Her ears longing to hear him
Made her leap over the phone
as the phone rang.
The three "trings" never sounded so enchanting.
Embraced by a state of bliss,
so pure, so pleasant.
Poor femme didn’t comprehend
the unscrupulousness of fate.
It indeed was the last call
For he left her far behind
than she could ever trace.
A woman in love;
A woman in despair
dismayed by the awful turns in life.
A rage of anger, swamped up with melancholy.
Hidden in the dark forest
Along with the nocturnes
She awaits…
For years she sent her kisses
Through the wind that blew by
She wished to ask if they reached him
She wished to ask if he returned any.
Her ears longing to hear him
Made her leap over the phone
as the phone rang.
The three "trings" never sounded so enchanting.
Embraced by a state of bliss,
so pure, so pleasant.
Poor femme didn’t comprehend
the unscrupulousness of fate.
It indeed was the last call
For he left her far behind
than she could ever trace.
A woman in love;
A woman in despair
dismayed by the awful turns in life.
A rage of anger, swamped up with melancholy.
She kept the phone down
For it was not just the line that was dead…
For it was not just the line that was dead…
Friday, April 10, 2009
My fair lady...
This is for the woman whose eternal love can never diminish. We don’t know where we’d stand without you. Love you grandma. Miss you too…
A woman of love
a woman of life,
lifelessly lay before me.
A woman of compassion, zeal and sacrifice
Who relinquished herself for all.
Your warm and comforting hands
ice cold to touch.
Your shimmering eyes
to see no more.
But one thing in you remains unchanged
Your ceaselessly smiling face.
I wish to hold on to you
for your sweet kisses.
I wish to hold on to you
for your handmade sweets
for none but me.
I wish to hold on to you
for those Rs.100 notes,
you’d give us on birthdays
for those olden tales of the forbidden princess
for your words of love, priceless…
please come back
give us one last chance
forgive us for our mistakes
we promise to be good
we promise to wake up early n go to bed on time
we promise to study well
we promise not to trouble mom. Promise...
Please come back, we plead.
We all need you,
Stranded we are without you,
please come back.
But for one reason
I wont restrain you
Your forlorn struggle has ceased
Which hitched you, all this while.
But my mind, so human
defies me
I wish to hold on to you
just for once…
A woman of love
a woman of life,
lifelessly lay before me.
A woman of compassion, zeal and sacrifice
Who relinquished herself for all.
Your warm and comforting hands
ice cold to touch.
Your shimmering eyes
to see no more.
But one thing in you remains unchanged
Your ceaselessly smiling face.
I wish to hold on to you
for your sweet kisses.
I wish to hold on to you
for your handmade sweets
for none but me.
I wish to hold on to you
for those Rs.100 notes,
you’d give us on birthdays
for those olden tales of the forbidden princess
for your words of love, priceless…
please come back
give us one last chance
forgive us for our mistakes
we promise to be good
we promise to wake up early n go to bed on time
we promise to study well
we promise not to trouble mom. Promise...
Please come back, we plead.
We all need you,
Stranded we are without you,
please come back.
But for one reason
I wont restrain you
Your forlorn struggle has ceased
Which hitched you, all this while.
But my mind, so human
defies me
I wish to hold on to you
just for once…
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Along the river Perro-fie...
Along the river Perro-fie
sat a woman in green
counting the dreadful mistakes she made
she was sought never to be seen.
The river water tantalized her
of how tainted she was
the hard rock pricked her feet
for the path they made her walk.
The wind was so unforgiving
it refused to lash her face,
The cloud mortified of her deeds,
struck it’s thunder ablaze.
Unable to attend her own sins
that made her life so wry,
along the river Perro-fie
she shut her eyes and cried.
Along the river Perro-fie
sat a woman in green,
the woman who was condemned by all
is none other than me
sat a woman in green
counting the dreadful mistakes she made
she was sought never to be seen.
The river water tantalized her
of how tainted she was
the hard rock pricked her feet
for the path they made her walk.
The wind was so unforgiving
it refused to lash her face,
The cloud mortified of her deeds,
struck it’s thunder ablaze.
Unable to attend her own sins
that made her life so wry,
along the river Perro-fie
she shut her eyes and cried.
Along the river Perro-fie
sat a woman in green,
the woman who was condemned by all
is none other than me
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
26/11- The day the world stood still...
A lively day in the festive city
impulsive breeze sweeping every lane
the roads flooded with unruly traffic
honkers going mad post 9-7 schedule
deadlines and recession adding up to the anxiety
what more needed to make this bizzare eve
Idyllically perfect.
Just as when this perpetual carnival
abruptly stopped
pausing the impulsiveness with shots and thuds.
Silence never seemed so silent before
as terror barged into every door
and fear crept through shattered window panes.
People slaughtered mercilessly
irrespective of cast and creed.
Uniquely one we stand now though
To begin the battle
to grand the old lad
her road to redemption...
impulsive breeze sweeping every lane
the roads flooded with unruly traffic
honkers going mad post 9-7 schedule
deadlines and recession adding up to the anxiety
what more needed to make this bizzare eve
Idyllically perfect.
Just as when this perpetual carnival
abruptly stopped
pausing the impulsiveness with shots and thuds.
Silence never seemed so silent before
as terror barged into every door
and fear crept through shattered window panes.
People slaughtered mercilessly
irrespective of cast and creed.
Uniquely one we stand now though
To begin the battle
to grand the old lad
her road to redemption...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The prophecy...
Turbulent clouds in crystal balls
luring one into the imminent
unveiling the new horizon before dawn.
Glass prism, chimeras,
spectrum of colours of a unique aura
dimensionless charms, working on destiny
flickering candles insinuating danger.
Despite the magical efforts
none can stop the looming event
for only the journey is written
not the destination...
luring one into the imminent
unveiling the new horizon before dawn.
Glass prism, chimeras,
spectrum of colours of a unique aura
dimensionless charms, working on destiny
flickering candles insinuating danger.
Despite the magical efforts
none can stop the looming event
for only the journey is written
not the destination...
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Please turn back...
My heart aches for one last look
please turn back. I stay back for you.
I know you'd return
you will have to, some day
but until then give me something to hold on to.
Please turn back. I stay back for you.
I'm hiding those tears rolling in my eyes
please wipe them before they dry
I didn't listen to those last few words.
I was busy trying to find a little of me in you
perhaps I did
or perhaps it was just an illusion.
Please turn back. I stay back for you.
I wish to steal a moment from today
and carry it with me for tomorrow.
Please grant me my wish
Give me that glimpse
Please turn back. I stay back for you...
please turn back. I stay back for you.
I know you'd return
you will have to, some day
but until then give me something to hold on to.
Please turn back. I stay back for you.
I'm hiding those tears rolling in my eyes
please wipe them before they dry
I didn't listen to those last few words.
I was busy trying to find a little of me in you
perhaps I did
or perhaps it was just an illusion.
Please turn back. I stay back for you.
I wish to steal a moment from today
and carry it with me for tomorrow.
Please grant me my wish
Give me that glimpse
Please turn back. I stay back for you...
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The pheonix...
The fearless one who sought to fly
Whose freedom can never be quantized
Who can never be held back by any force
Who was born to live by his own
Whose wings when spread wide and open
Can defeat the infinity of sky
Whose eyes reflect beauty of life
Who was born from his own ashes
Never does he seek the path of defeat
The one who lives unknown to the world
The ultimate creation of god
Never try to chain him, he was born to fly...
Whose freedom can never be quantized
Who can never be held back by any force
Who was born to live by his own
Whose wings when spread wide and open
Can defeat the infinity of sky
Whose eyes reflect beauty of life
Who was born from his own ashes
Never does he seek the path of defeat
The one who lives unknown to the world
The ultimate creation of god
Never try to chain him, he was born to fly...
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