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Monday, 29 June 2009
Below: The Poverty Lines
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Strange Love
Tell me if your heart grew fonder.]
It's a strange love we share, my dear:
I sleep through your days, and you through mine;
And yet when I think of the times we were near,
I spend your days in reposeless recline.
It's a strange love we share - so strange
That when I call you to set things right
On such days, the elements arrange
For you to be asleep after a restless night.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
The Religion of Success
A match 'tween Australia and India,
Of cricket was being played;
I joined my hands- along with me a
Billion others prayed.
Australia, a nation of 20 million,
Mouthed lesser prayers:
But on that day, the Australians-
They were the better players.
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Requiem for a Dream
Dedicated to Anirudh Rao, an IITB 2008 silver medallist ~ my elder brother. Only he knows how much he misses his alma mater.]
I miss IIT.
I miss waking up at 8:15 for an 8:30 lecture; and that too, after my door is nearly brought down by a wing-mate continually banging on it, and screaming my name- my early morning wake-up call, without snooze.
I miss opening my closet, putting on whatever smells fine, stuffing my books in a satchel, scurrying to the mess, grabbing a couple bananas, a glass of milk, and hitching a bicycle ride to the main building- with 5 minutes to spare.
I miss the professors.
I miss the lectures, and miss missing them.
The courses, the labs, assignments, deadlines.
And yeah, I miss missing the deadlines too!
I miss competing with the 9-pointer muggoos.
I miss competing with the 5-pointer huggoos.
I miss studying alone, in groups; the end-sem stress busters, night tea; the night-outs- last ditch efforts to save semesters.
I miss the oddly-timed exams: In the afty, at twilight, Sunday morning, midnight: No bad time for a bad paper.
I miss the results, which very shockingly were announced the very next day.
I miss scoring AB’s in subjects I loved.
I miss scoring BC’s in subjects I didn’t.
Oh! How I miss the acads at IIT!
I miss the PAF’s.
I miss the acting- the emoting; the cheering, the jeering- the anti-cheering.
The plots, the prod, the music, the lights, voice-overs.
I miss Mood Indigo.
The events, the pro-nites, the after-nites.
I miss organising it, and learning more about management than an MBA could.
TechFest, e-cell and Zephyr as well.
I miss InsIghT. I miss reading it, heeding it, contributing to it. I miss the Valfis!
I miss the Inter-IIT badminton matches. Basketball. Cricket, and tennis too.
I miss swimming about the Insti pool, and jogging about the Insti campus. I miss the campus!
The main building, the lawn; trekking up Sameer and watching the dawn.
Main gate, market gate, YP gate, the grounds.
Infinite corridor, semi-; seminar hall, convo.
And how can I forget the ubiquitous lingo?
The enthu, the fundoo, the fart, the fight?
Dayaa, junta, God, give-up?
Arbit, breaker, nbd, pain?
The pondy. The scope. The sorry rahega dost !
Oh! I miss-max the lingo at IIT!
The mess in my room.
I miss the mess, the food; the TV, TT.
I miss my wing, and everything
about it: Wingies, anti-wingies, with their under-thingies, hung out to dry.
Bathrooms with banners- propaganda for posts. Gen Secy,
Hostel, Soc, Lit, Sports,
Canteen, Maint, Mess.
And yes,
Nine different rooms playing nine different songs.
Nine different people trying to sing along.
And yet when a wingie plays his guitar,
They all gather ‘round him, enthralled as they are.
DC++, the LAN, the LAN-ban.
All the wing,
in an all-night
movie-viewing.
Naruto. Downloads. CS.
The kick-ass
Birthdays, when you get your greets
From your friends’ feet. The wing treats
At Shera’s, Domino’s, BTC, Smokin’ Joes.
Goldflakes, Marlboros, smoking away the woes.
Whiskey, vodka, beer, talli.
Oh! I miss the chaddi-phaad holi!
Standing outside H10, looking at my watch;
A daily dose of coffee and sometimes butterscotch;
Canteen, shack, juice centre- Bhawani;
Huma, Kanjur, Hiranandani.
Oh! How I miss the life at IIT!
I see Padma reading this over my shoulder,
I see, in her eyes, some feelings do smoulder.
She reads it again, and when she hath read,
She tells me- bewildered, and shaking her head:
“But you weren’t in IIT- now just wait a minute.”
I nod my head, “And that’s why I miss it.”
They roll down my cheeks, they are her tears;
Of all that I’ve missed, I miss those four years.
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
I should have known
I should have known, I should have known,
From the start - oh! from the start:
You have a stone, you have a stone
For a heart - oh! for your heart!
Sunday, 31 May 2009
..and Verse are all I have..
Like the musical rhythm of the ebbing waves,
Sweeter than nectar, is your voice to my ear;
I wish the world became quiet as the caves,
So that it'd be the only sound I could hear.
Like two solitary stars twinkling bright,
Nothing seem more stunning than your eyes to me;
I wish the sky became dark as the night,
So that they'd be the only sights I could see.
Like the cool breeze blowing in the autumn,
Your lovely tresses send me head over heel;
I wish, to every other sense, my body became numb,
So that it'd be the only thing I could feel.
Like the brilliant sunrise, o'er the distant hill,
I melt inside, when I see your dazzling smile;
I wish the whole world came to a standstill,
So that I could think of you all the while.
Like smooth, silken yarn, more precious than gold,
Are your feminine arms, with those delicate fingers;
I wish, I could, but once, in my hands, hold,
So that for a lifetime, the sensation would linger.
Like an angel descending down from Heaven's door,
You walked into my life, and drove me crazy;
I've ne'er felt this way about a girl before,
I can't study nor sleep - What's happening to me?!
Like the miracles of God - indescribable,
For your beauty, I have words few;
No matter how much I try, I am not able,
To say that I love you.
I Sit by the Window..
When you said it was all over,
You shattered my heart;
If it was willed by our fate
That we should fall apart,
Then tell me, in the first place,
Why did I love you at all?
I just can't forgive myself for it:
It's entirely my fault.
Now my eyes are in tears,
My heart is in pain-
So I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.
The times we spent in the movies,
The evenings on the seashore:
My visits to these places
Won't be enjoyable any more.
How I used to love
Chatting with you on the phone;
Whom should I call now
When I'm feeling alone?
The days we were together,
I wish I could regain-
Now I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.
I don't get sleep in the nights,
I lie awake in my bed;
I can't stop thinking about you,
Your voice rings in my head.
I recall caressing your tresses,
Of which I was so fond;
To see your eyes light up
With a smile is all I want.
My memories of you are
Driving me insane-
So I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain,
And wonder if I will
Ever see you again.
Please come back, my love,
I've turned over a new leaf;
Since you left me, my life
Has become an ocean of grief.
My life is not worth living
If I've to live it without you;
Forgive me, my love
And let us begin anew.
Give me a last chance-
Please come back to my lane;
Now I sit by the window,
And gaze at the rain
With the hope that you'll surely
Come back to me again.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
I Wonder..
I wake up at the crack of dawn,
To the sound of pattering raindrops;
I look up at the sky to see the morning star-
And I wonder where you'd be.
I think about you all day long,
Till night falls and the rain stops,
And I wonder- wherever you are-
If you're thinking about me.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
If we were to meet...
If we were to meet,
Someday on some street:
I'd stop and I'd say 'Hi'.
Would you too stop and greet
Me, oh gamine sweet!
Or simply pass me by?
Career Advice
[The second in the series of nonsensical rhymes, this was written in the eighth grade (so please forgive me the lack of meter in this one!) A tribute of sorts to Lewis Carroll, one of the greatest poets to have ever lived..The man who brought me to poetry.]
One day I went with my Grandfather, a doctor,
To check his clinic out;
I was admiring the way he works, when I
Suddenly had a doubt-
I thought ‘twas best to clarify it,
So I put forth, to him, this question:
“I wonder, Grandpa, why humans have pinnae;
Pray tell me, what is their function?”
“My dear grandson,” he replied, “Every
Part of the body has a need;
If you didn’t have pinnae, you couldn’t wear your specs,
To this, have you paid any heed?!”
“Ah, that had eluded my notice!” I said,
“I realised it only now;
But I fail to grasp- what is the need
For humans to have eyebrows?”
“My dear grandson,” he replied once again,
“Sometimes when you exert too much,
Your pearls of perspiration are absorbed by your brow,
Preventing injury to your eyes as such.”
“I agree Grandpa,” but querulous I asked,
“The utility of our fingers, everyone knows;
But I don’t think even you are aware about
The use of our ten little toes!”
“My dear grandson,” he replied yet again, “The toes
Help you maintain a good stance;
And if it weren’t for your minuscule ‘tensome’,
You would keep losing your balance!”
“Grandpa, I believe, all of my previous questions
Were too easy for you to answer;
Now, please enlighten me upon the need of an appendix.”
And this one made him ponder..
“The appendix, my grandson, has no use whatsoever,”
He said with a feeling of lament;
“I’m convinced that not everything need be useful,
Therefore I take back my statement!”
That day my Grandfather said to me,
“Don’t become a doctor, my dear.
Considering your questioning ability,
Law should be your career!!”
Friday, 30 January 2009
The Night I Fell...
The way you look at it,
I'm incapable of dance;
For when i danced with you that night,
I clumsily lost balance.
The way you look at it,
I just can't do it right;
My lack of dancing aptitude
Caused me to fall that night.
The way i look at it,
I'm capable of dance;
But when i looked into your eyes,
I was sent into a trance.
The way you looked when we two danced-
You were such a pretty sight;
I felt so weak in the knees that i
Fell for you that night.
Future Perfect Tens
I start off each semester
With dreams of cracking a ten;
But that is just the beginning, let me
Say what happens then:
The mid-sems come too early,
They don't go off very fine;
So after the halfway mark,
My hopes go down to nine.
My vivas are plain pathetic,
And for term-work, I am late;
So after submissions week,
My hopes go down to eight.
The end-sems come, I study like
I've never studied before:
I'm studying in a single week,
What I should have in four!
The semester is now over,
And I'm hoping for a seven;
I deserve at least that, I think
When I'm looking up to heaven.
Then results are finally out,
And I am in a fix:
Inspite of my prayer and effort,
I end up with a six.
I laugh, I kid, I joke, I jeer
After each disaster,
That to score a perfect ten,
There is always the next semester.!
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
The Cunning Cobbler
[Mood Indigo '08 was a rocking affair, but what made it even more special for me was my winning 'Twas Brillig, the creative writing contest! Contestants were required to broadly interpret and write on the topic 'Ho ho ho!' (given on the spot). Entries were to have 55 words or less. Here's the prize-bagging entry:-]
Sitting under his leaking roof,
Mended my leaking umbrella-
And made it leakproof.
"It's good as new,"
Said I, digging out two rupees;
"How much do I owe you,
My man, as your fees??"
At this grinned the cobbler:
"Two rupees won't do.
A 'new' umbrella, sir,
Costs hundred times two..!"
Monday, 15 December 2008
Unrequited, is Un-required.
[What do you do if you like the girlfriend of a guy you dislike? You feel jealous of him, you lament over your luck, and you think she certainly deserves better, right? Wrong! It is you who deserves someone better than her. Here’s why..]
Pray tell me what it is,
In him, that you see?
What quality does he have,
That you will not find in me?
So you would put me above him?
For I’m still confused
As to why you love him:
Is it because he is sickly fair,
And I’m not?
For others, he is without a care,
And I’m not?
Is it because he lavishly spends,
And I don’t?
He hesitates, a helping hand to lend,
And I don’t?
Is it because he fails in studies,
And I don’t?
Or because he gets drunk in parties,
And I don’t?
Or is it because he smokes,
And I don’t?
He cracks filthy jokes,
And I don’t?
Is it because he is rude to elders,
And I’m not?
To working hard, he is averse,
And I’m not?
Too highly, of himself, he thinks,
And I don’t?
In everyone’s character, finds kinks,
And I don’t?
Is it because, the truth, he twists,
And I don’t?
For trivial matters, gets down to fists,
And I don’t?
He keeps bad company,
And I don’t?
Is it because he has vices so many,
And I don’t?
I’m still confused,
As to why you love him;
Why you succumb,
To his every whim?
When I slowly begin
To realize:
You like the qualities
That most despise.
And now- after having
Your preference understood,
I no longer feel sad,
But in fact, feel good
That you are with him,
Rather than with me;
For I do not have those vices;
With me, you would be unhappy.
So I just sit back,
And let things be.
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Infant Innocence
He hath devoured the infant child;
She has been eaten by the bear.
All she wondered was how night came from day.
And covers the child in digestive juices;
The girl started screaming for her mummy.
The ground rumbled with the ensuing noise.
Who picked up his rifle, and came with a canter.
And pulled the trigger, ending the bear’s fun.
And settled in the poor bear’s heart.
But struck the mighty Grizzly dead.
And was shocked to find his daughter in it!
He had, it seemed, reached just in time.
And dragged him along to where he dwelt.
Screamed and almost died in fright;
But of her goo-some daughter that gave her the scare!
Her husband cooked a bubbling broth.
Had bear and beer for that day’s supper.
And now, she hath eaten the Grizzly wild;
The Grizzly Bear is unaware-
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
The Gift
The Home Minister of India came home that evening,
And remembered on seeing his daughter:
That next day, the young girl would be turning
Ten; yet he hadn’t bought any gifts for her.
The girl was on the couch- watching TV;
The minister sat himself down too.
“Tomorrow’s your birthday,” he said, “So tell me,
What gift would you like me to get you?
Speak your heart out, ask of me anything,
I can give you diamond mines- forget mere earrings;
You know I’m a minister of this country,
There’s nothing which is out of my capacity.”
And while this was being said, the little girl
Never once took her eyes off the screen;
The girl was watching a news channel,
And was appalled by what she had just seen:
Everywhere in the country, there was wanton bloodshed,
Scenes of brutal violence were being shown;
The public, sick of terror, and full of hatred
For the minister, wanted him to be overthrown.
And as another building billowed up in smoke,
The minister’s daughter finally spoke:
“Rid your nation of terror, restore tranquility-
If not for your people, at least do it for me.
“Daddy, if you give me this gift for my birthday,
I should like it more than any diamond.”
And saying this, the girl simply walked away,
Leaving her minister-father stunned.
Her words, though spoken with sheer innocence,
Were more powerful than nuclear fission;
And the only sound that broke the silence,
Was of gunshots from the television…
[The Gift was published and displayed at Kala Ghoda by the Times Group as part of a tribute to 26/11 terror victims.]
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Star-Crossed Lovers
[My interpretation of the above phrase. An attempt to knock sense into people who think sun-signs can govern our lives more than we can. If you don’t like it, well, just blame it on the misalignment of stars while you were reading it:]
The boy, he was a pucca Leo,
A proud and handsome lion;
The girl happen’d to be a Scorpio,
A stunning scorpion.
Sparks flew all around;
Cupid struck them both, but they
In dilemma themselves found:
But held it to her breast;
Not because the girl was coy,
Scorpios are self-possessed-
Before I tell him anything.’
For if she were first to reveal,
It would tame her Scorpion sting.
The Leo loved the Scorpio too,
But his feelings did he hide;
Not because he was fattoo,
Leos are full of pride-
I know how she feels inside.’
For if he did, and she said “Not yes”,
It would hurt his Leonine pride.
Scorpio, for Leo, pines;
How I wish these two were born
Under different Zodiac signs!
Affected by astrology;
Why else, instead of perfect lovers,
Both should losers be?!
Monday, 6 October 2008
The Piper's Song (plays ever on)
What is EZ?
- Sigmund Freud, "The Origin and Development of Psychoanalysis," The American Journal of Psychology, 1910, vol. 21, no. 2, p. 209.
eraogenous zone /i raoj' ə nəs/ n. A part of my mind that will touch you at your most vulnerable, most intimate point and keep you begging for more.
Hope you leave eraogenous zone with more of a stimulus than the one which brought me to create it in the first place.
Yours
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