Saturday, February 21, 2009

Since humor is my thing and no one else seems to be posting on this topic for reasons beyond my pondering ability I’m going to go ahead write one more because I am bored and when I am bored I do 2 things one is to find someone and give them a piece of my philosophical thoughts the other is something I would mention if the theme was ‘adult humor’. This blog entry is going to be totally random so don’t bang your heads thinking how this and that came up.
I sometimes days are too long ie 24 hours are like a hell lot of time if you don’t sleep a lot and I don’t sleep a lot. On day’s like these I think we earth habitants should think of moving to mercury where days are like hours and hence we would have vacations a lot sooner. If we were on that planet we could have marathons around the planet and if we wandered away alittle to much we might be in another country, Imagine telling someone “I by mistake walked into china”.
Like many of you know half of Punjab has re-allocated to Canada and U.K because its cooler there and they think the blonde chick are easier to tackle than the traditional Punjabi kudi which when you come to think of it is very true. Indian parents are very insecure about their female spawn. The jain community tops the chart in this aspect, I did amass the guts finally and did ask a jain’s dad “ Uncle uncle??.” , He said “yes beta”, I said “ Why are you ….no not you why are Indian parents so insecure about their daughter’s”?.....Now I was to either expect a slap or an answer….so I was doing the right thing by taking a step back…..and to my shock he raised his hand and put it around my shoulder….I am shivering and I can see flashbacks of the best moments of my life before I die….I saw my mirror reflection topless, My cricket yata yata…...But anyways to my shock jains dad tells me “ Son …Think about this….If you had a daughter …would you want a guy like yourself around her?”…..Ahhhhh….Now we all understand why they all are soo insecure…..haha
Ive written this while taken a breather from studing physics and to tell you the truth physics isn’t half as bad when you’re playing with it. I mean try and photoshop vinayak’s/gagan’s/astha’s body to Einstein’s face and you’ll know what I mean.
Funny names, My laptop has got a virus from pankaj graphics …thus my homepage reads Ahsan Mannan khan butta’s home page….Ive met a dog named Jimmy and a man named bridgedeep.
These brings an end to a not so entertaining and completely random and pointless article, for people reading this best of luck with your tests and convey it to the rest too.

Anonymous Punjabi referring to the songs lyrics as below
Song “ oh baby ure so fine…I wanna make you mine ….youre lipstick tastes so sweet”
Anonymous Punjabi “ Oye kina khotha hai…je-nani de lipstick khanda hai ”

Love as always
Angad Singh


The new theme is humor. Now there are a few things i would like to clarify.

1) This is not a string for posting jokes
2) This is definitely not a string for posting non-original jokes. We promote original artwork only
3)Witty one liners are appreciated but I am looking for something else
4) Humor is the theme, not the topic

So what we are looking at are articles with a humorous intent. One extreme of which was duly illustrated by our dear friend Angad. So, poems, articles-both fiction and non fiction, plays, anything that has a sprinkling of wit, slapstick comedy, or alternatively satire and parady.
Last date for submission would be March 2 before we change the topic again..
Speak to group in-charge for clarifications if any..
Happy blogging

HELLO ALL...Enough of poetry..time to move on

Wonderful, and wonderfully long poetry session we had, with the most recent post by Abhishek Kaushal ranting about his rock performer aspirations. A few observations from my end would be that we aren't as bad as we pretend to be, and we can really think well, and at times beautifully when we want to.
Congratulations, first of all, to all those who wrote for the first time, and gave up on their earlier stated inhibitions. You've been very sporty, and refreshingly talented so stop whining the next time you're asked to write
Apologies to those whose poems did not receive comments, you'll get them, eventually :)..

I was supposed to come up with a first second third by the end of our session, but there were many poems that held my personal fancy and I will just mention the ones I liked best. My opinion, I would like to stress, is just my own and could vary enormously with anyone else's

From the first year, which was the most active on the blog, and many of whom were writing for the first time, my three favorites were by volga (tanya), Thanisha and Ishita Mehta..Other good efforts were by shreni, silky and anumeha...
Second year was responsible for some peach poetry with some astonishingly brilliant and stylistically different poems. Nangia (free flow), Duggal( erudite humour), Astha (brilliant metaphorism) and Mukul( raw wit) were amongst my favorites

Vinayak I love you and will love you always. While that poem was picked up from your facebook account, it is one of the best I've read in a long time

Thanku to the final year for having given in some of their old loot and starting the session on a bright note. I would suggest that everyone read some of poems contributed by the seniors towards the initial part of the posts, and divya kesri's(mistura) poem somewhere in the middle..

I hope the barriers that clogged the mind have been lowered a little, and we can think freely, creatively and more regularly from now on..All the best for the next thread. Keep writing

Friday, February 20, 2009


For that star who is brighter than the sun........ROCK*

Dad always said i ain't the perfect son

But i knew for sure i'd be rocking when i'm done

Religious rehearses in rented apartments

Not killing time cramming academic parchments

Not etching formulas on the walls of my brain

Two days down the line,it would all go down the drain

I was born to be the harbinger of noise

Amps and pedals used to be my toys

It was no different as on that night

My six string shredded the silence of twilight

Cause when i forced the decibel to rise

It left my cult feeling hypnotisized

Amidst the multitude of the seemingly possessed

I could see some faces which looked perplexed

Illusioned by the grandeur they gazed in astound

Before yielding to the hysteria profound

And when the crowd asked for an encore,i couldn't deny

Having crowned me as the undisputed king thereby

God had already scripted my success story

My treacherous companions being fame and glory

Today i stand tall on these pillars of sand

Having buried all doubts, i have vindicated my stand

I head the rebellion against the tyranny of silence

Riding perilously on the waves of defiance

ROCK is the music on which the soul does feed

And i give this elixir to those in need......

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dear SAASCout’s,

Well I’ve lost my blog-ginity and what better way to loose it than to loose it a subject that I love and care about. As this will be the first blog entries iam going to write what I really think of the people around ie the rest of the so called SAASCouts ( that’s what I am going to call us from now on, It’s the same with the ED’s their called chEDdies).
I am going to take the top down approach. That makes us start with the head. Well after I rejected the position it was given to the next best thing, some guy named Mayank raina. His dog instead of eating his homework chews on his razor so that’s why he cant shave and the reason he can’t ‘run’ for president is because he’s a bit hefty. He and his partner in crimes like irritating innocent bystanders who don’t understand English is Mohit Rodeja. They call him ‘roady’ because of his resemblance to the road in every sense, even the 2 speed breakers upfront. An intellectual marvel who listens to Lata mangeshkar every night before he sleeps because it gives him some kind of high.Then comes the 2 lost in transition Laurel and hardy pair of Go-Swami and Dar-hakim . They can sit up nights together arguing weather the chicken came first or the egg . The girls in the 4th year aren’t make-fun material but I do know the Queen chEDddie Mansi is definitely in the world record books because she’s the tallest midget I know. Divya and latika look to be those girls who are in the end of the line in a cat women audition.
That brings us to the 3rd year starting off with my favorite little batch of gingerbread men/women/vinayak’s. I’ve grown to attached to this group. Vinayaks sponge stomach, Aseems uptight, up-close and personal pant’s, Rampuria’s “I’am you’re real dad” jokes, Vinay’s resemblance to Mr. Bean , Advitya breathing all the CO2 we breathe out because all the air goes up there, The Aman deserves a whole page on this topic but he’s lucky for being escused because my fingers need some energy for the special people about to come. The girls of year 3 aren’t that interesting and plus they would probably mind being torn apart on the internet.
Then come’s our 2nd year’ites. We got this dude (Astha)and its just great to see homosexuals being welcomed so warmly into our community. We got the man with the tshirt and sweat combo in summers in Kshitij and his female bodyguard Digvijay, A person who made a promise to never enter a barber shop again for reasons much beyond my little dogs intellect. There’s this dude who looks and dresses like a squirrel called Nangu, his nose is so blocked that his lungs have constructed another windpipe through his jeans (probably explains why their always torn). We got GSB, a scentbomb which goes off and effects a km radius around it. Its so harmful india has him mentioned in their weapons arsenal along with the agni missiles. I have left out a few of the people because of their low profile around me, yes that includes you divya, sohail and some other names I always forget.
From our animated little freshers batch I know a few but I cant ruin their self esteem and confidence so fast. As they spend more time around me they should be compensated for. I would like to add special mention to 2 really cute girls though. Ones that girl with a great smile and even more great hair Astha, shes’s like one of em small action figures which keep smilling. The second if that smart little 10 pointer whose according to me the most innocent and cute thing walking around in this sanctuary namely PEC .
That ends a moderately entertaining session. Hope you took this in the right sense ie offense.

“Stable relationships are for horses”



A very good Bihari friend of mine once commented about his native state, "Bihar is not a state, it's a state of mind.":-)

Once upon a time,a song
Was written unseen,unknown and long;
No bird,no man could ever trace
Its writer,time or birthplace
Echoed in the valleys: near and far,
Beyond the fields, below the star.
It mesmerised you to faint,
Just like a speech from an eternal saint.
It glorified the past;the wars and pain,
Like someone seduces you but in vain.
It hinted about some unsaid melancholy
It drained the spirits no half but fully
It was on lips and sung in all fields
Ones unaware of it were met with stares
Some loved,some loathed,some called it a bore
But it was a song you just cannot ignore
Years passed and passed decades and hence passeth the time
But still on lips dances the song: the solitary rhyme.

This poem is the creation of ANAND MALHOTRA whose umpteen reminders had no effect on our so dedicated secy but let me tell ya despite those unfrutiful efforts to suppress ma voice i still been able to defend my right to freedom of speech.
Jai Maharashtra!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tiny tot,busy a lot

Hi guys! Sorry for not posting this earlier, but i was busy in drams workshops. Well, here is what we had been doing in our workshops for 2 weeks:

After a hectic day in college,
without understanding anything or gaining any knowledge,
Started our dramatics workshops.
Tired and exhausted we entered the audi,
only to find exercises being done by everybody.
We exercised till our muscles began to scream,
sometimes we hoped that it was only a dream.
Suddenly, in charged HADLEE,
the man whose very name hurts us badly.
Various stressful exercises we did perform,
For 2 weeks, this was our norm.
The last few days, however, were loads of fun,
Cause after the workshops, to the cafe we used to run.
Chatting and gossiping, not a minute were we bored,
And if nothing came up, always ready to make fun of the ED BOARD.
Finally, the workshops came to an end.
We can now just sit at home and enjoy our weekends.

But sitting at home is such a bore,
And you know what, yeh dil maange more.
Cause sitting is what we have been doing for so many years,
Its finally time to live life to its fullest, my dears.

a journey from dawn to dusk

It was a frigid night..
with darkness all over ..
the sight of the moon was in plight,
and the stars just could hover.

Just then I smirked in,
shedding off the prevailing calignous .
With all my rays ,
the world woke up,
leaving behind all the haze.

My trabecula scattered ,
with the drops of dew..
and the sound of birds beautified the view .

Up in the noon,
I was at the pinnacle ,
where nobody could even reach..
and I could never jiggle.

Quietly came the evening ,
the birds started chirping,
Moving towards their home,
carrying happiness in their hearts

Very slowly I moved off into the darkness ,
where I am covered with plenty of emptiness
But tomorrow i’ll come again,
to make the day awesome.
For I am the world..
I am the volery ..
Forget this never
I am the glory.

Monday, February 16, 2009

hi guys m really sorry for shying away from my karmic duty of saasc blogging so here goes a poem....although the topic is old but that is what i wanted to write..


Finally i manage to die..

with an unseen tear an unheard cry,

one groan and a big mouthed moan..

"Let me Go!! Leave me Alone!! "

To oblivion I go...

after this fire throw.

As my body catches fire,

The obvious folly i admire,

Why do you set me ablaze?

I was already a charred maze,

In a burial you shroud me,

All i wanted is to be free!

Let this cessation be tyrrany's end

With death let my life extend

DEATH is another life

but not an eternal strife...


A long story







Sunday, February 15, 2009


The rays of the sun,
Lashing out at the darkness,
Serving the beautiful white flowers,
The beginning of the day.

Like the sun,
Everyday teaching the people,
The old man wanders,
His experience shining brightly,
Upon anyone he meets.

The whiteness of the moon,
Falling on the mountains,
The serenity of white light,
The beauty of the night.

Like the moon,
Every time calming the others,
The saint spells on,
Expressing brotherhood and peace,
Upon no one he meets.

Friday, February 13, 2009


Mayday! Mayday! I am sinking, crashing !

I dream avocation meeting vocation
When the king finds isolation,
one that's not peaceful but fearful perhaps,
smell of burnt brass and not mown grass perhaps...

When narrow minded walls shatter,
and my own myths batter,
I aspire for springs, showers, power and skies....

When orator finds in his audience no consolation,
one that's not rebellious but perilous perhaps
silent though but mute not perhaps....

When the willow bents with humility against gale
and clouds sail over bellows with grace
At that moment , I ask O Almighty! , give us power to admit...

When we are lured for just another useless piece of metal,
Amazed not but greedy perhaps,
Admitting not but overlooking perhaps,
At that moment, I ask O Almighty! , can i be forgiven...

When the people you love seem most alien
When the very mother acts like a chamelion,
When her own milk becomes the source of poison,
At that moment, I ask O Almighty! , is it doomsday...

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

life is beautiful...

Life Is beautiful….
Makes the impossible possible
Bcaz its all in the destiny
I always knew there is someone special fr me
Who will love me endlessly,
Care fr me,
Always thinks of me,
Understands me,
..will be my better half.
He ws in front of me,
He used to look at me
He might hv thought I wud look and smile,
But it ws me who kept my eyes closed.

But life is beautiful…
I found my true love
One who loves me endlessly
One who cares fr me
One who thinks of me
One who understands me
You are my dream man
You are my charming prince
Your smile brings brightness all around
Your sweet dimple takes away all the fears
One of the loveliest smile I hv ever seen
Just one smile fills my life with happiness
Can do anything to see you always smiling

No matter how far we are
But our heart beats are the same
This distance has never been able to lessen our love
When I open my eyes in the morning I wish to see you
Whn I go out I wish u accompany me
Whn I laugh I wish you laugh wid me too
Whn I cry I wish u wipe my tears
Wherever I m I wish u to love me every moment.
I always wish and pray wherever you are and whtever u do , you get all the happiness and joy of the world.

tell me once.....

tell me once.....
the love that we shared,
the feelings of joy...
the heart that was one,
the me that was yours...
won't your heart burn,
don't tell me you never cared..
tell me once,tell me just once.....

the times we spent,
the moments of love...
the touch of you,
the voice that calls for my lonely heart...
wont your heart ache,
don’t tell me love just came and went..
tell me once,just tell me once.....

the weak that i am,
the hollow that i feel...
the heart that reaches out to yours,
the destiny that brought you so far...
wont your heart choke,
don’t tell me you call it a melodram..
tell me once,jus tell me once.

p.s-its not exactly a isnt a poem...and fr anyone who knws what i comment

Monday, February 9, 2009

Wimp, a constant imp.,

Imps never grow up into wishful cherubs,
for they’re ever loved for being so impsome.,
but that is just all that they can ever be.

O wimp, my imp, now don’t you beam,
You’re wrecking the midnight misery aye,
Go nibble and gnaw my buckskin strap,
And make caverns exult your heavenly cries.,

O wimp, my boy, let’s crunch your limbs,
And shred all skin off your sinewy trunk,
We’ll toss you around and whip you hard,
And such playful tricks shall keep you young.,

O imp, your impiness demands,
Such loathsome grime that the sane can’t handle,
And towards the end when you come out tops,
You’re never aloof from a searing scandal.,

O wimp, so jade, but tread not in rush,
In the swarm of men, all good monkey-eyed,
Or I’ll to bury your thorns and wind your tail,
To hoard away from imps with scouted sides.,

O wimp, deared imp, that hallowed howl,
Shall it flood all naughtiness in men,
Until that day, we’ll redden all hands,
To saunter all lands, as prided imps again.,

Stanza 3 by Mayank.,
Theme, quite shamelessly, and without permission, lifted from a post on Kokil's blog

Love Actually

Why did it happen
that I was at a place
I didn't plan to be

Why did I see
a person long seen
and no hope of meeting again

Why was the person so beautiful
a beauty so mesmerizing
a dream so fulfilling

Why couldn't I sleep
that night
think it was more than insomnia

Why in my dreams
when I could sleep at all
was a face not ready to fade

Why did the world
seem so beautiful
and life so pretty again

I dont know
you tell me
was it love actually.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

love at first sight-2

love at first sight-2
after the first not so good experience
after i got my new conveyance
i decided to go on a new joyful ride
and in search of love were my eyes open wide
in darkness again came a ray of light
i realised again it was my love at first sight

this time i ought to be more serious
i thought to stay calm and not be furious
i took the first step and greeted her with a "hello"
she was surprised after hearing this from an unknown fellow
i realized that my chances were not bright
and i was losing my love at first sight

i decided to chat with her on gtalk
but that too was not as easy as an evening in the park
my freinds suggested me to take her on a date
she rejected my offer owing to my bad fate
again i started watching movies like black and white
but i decided not to give up and continue with my love at first sight

i tried hard again and again
but all my efforts went in vain
at last she accepted my proposal
and then i was at her disposal
this time i got it all right
now this is my true love at first sight

Praise him with great Praise..!

If only Mr.X would not groan,
At the skills we try to hone.
'Like' making efforts to make him smile..
That always end up being futile.
He grins and bears, but we know better
Why he hides behind his only sweater..
He exists on a different plane...
Looking all imperial with his kingly mane.
If only he looked at our reverential gaze,
And could comprehend how we yearn for his praise,
If only he could see through the jokes,
And see how much inspiration he evokes.
'Like' we always love the things he'll say.
Even his little nod makes our day.
If only he knew we write not just for fun,
But to make hay beneath Him-our Moon and Sun...

written by Ishita and Anumeha (who swear their undying devotion)


The steamed mirror a perfect slate.

Her finger sketching a watery tale.

Of tearglazed flowers on a long dead tree.

Of the mirrored farce of a desert's sea.

Of EXIT signs in the middle of a show.

Of dark cobbled lanes the highway man trod.

Of the blood red rose marking the hole.

Where the bullet passed her and tore his soul.

And when new water down the mirror flows.

Her face distorts in its zigzagged rows.

A blurred reflection stirring up ghosts.

Of old oblivions, of old resolves.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Baby steps of a poet

Staring at this blank sheet,
I yearn for a single thought.
Out of the blue comes a torrent of ideas,
Yet I struggle to join the dots.

Here begins the dilemma
And my tussle with words.
What should I write upon?
Animals, plants or birds?

Spurred by an attack on my ego
comes my act of reprise.
It’s evident I’ve no chance
of winning that coveted prize.

Now the game of words has me hooked
Poetry seems not so glum;
Yet it’s just the beginning
With many more to come.

Lo and behold! I realize
I’m about to reach the twentieth line
And all I can do is smile
Cos’ this creation is all mine.

Absolutely unworthy of all the time taken to post it....

to ishita- thanx for all the help... :)

love at first sight

love at first sight
from rock garden to rose garden
from backward to modern
from teachers to preachers
from toddlers to seniors
all talk about love at first sight

whether its dark or light
whether its wrong or right
whether its peace or fight
whether its pepsi or coke diet
i always think about my love at first sight

one day when clock struck nine
i felt my heart wasnt fine
none but i heard the bells ringing
eventually,i realised that my heart was singing
i didnt knew who was at my left or right
soon i realized that it was my love at first sight

when days were short,and long were the nights
when nothing in my life was going right
when drona appeared better than dark knight
when my mobile bills were at the greatest height
i assumed it was the time to end my love at first sight

but the sight for love never ends......


The six letters sound so special,
A special meaning they explain,
Why even a short dazzle,
Becomes so hard to sustain.

A life so short and so small,
So many relations it holds,
A silent breeze and slight snowfall,
Life’s pleasures it infolds.

It is the wind you breathe around,
So important to encase,
The only one special in crowd surround,
Nothing else can replace.

Affectionate love, Selfless care,
The elegant delights dawned,
Unfolded hand which never despairs,
Defines an eternal bond.

In times of joys, grief, misery,
The one and only to depend,
This defines a simple corollary,
That’s you my dear FRIEND!

Thursday, February 5, 2009



LIFE is a game, learn the rules correctly
Handle it intelligently, not too hastily
For today u may be a loser but
Tomorrow will be your day
If u get to know the trick to play it,
The whole world is at your feet.

LIFE is a challenge
Face it, believe in your roots,
Have faith in your upbringing
Then u will see times changing in your favor
Thank god. .. for he has given it.

LIFE is happiness,
Life is satisfaction, life is short
Live it to the fullest…
Live each day as it is the last day of your life.

Realm of Dreams

What if….
One fine day all our dreams come true
I wonder what this world would turn into?
Would it ….
Become a better place to live in
Sans evil, free from all sin?
Would it…
Renounce all its greed,
Become united irrespective of caste or creed?
There be an end to the widespread apathy,
A little more understanding, a little more empathy?
Man learn from his previous errors,
Rescue this world from all its terrors?
Or would…
The world go on as if nothing occurred,
With its egoistic prayers being heard?
Humans continue the despicable exploitation of mother earth,
Never realize her value or worth?
It is too much to expect,
This world can never be perfect?
It is too late to make amends,
This is the way it all ends....

irony of my life

Years have gone by
no clue of their existence
Now i am a big boy
i am a big boy..........but where is my childhood
childhood-that i probabaly forgot to spend.
This tide took me and
i swayed with it.........
leaving everything i loved on promises that i would come back
i would come back.......

As i child i wanted to be big
but that desire is long gone
just like my childhood.
No fate no clue no chance for them to return
but i would wait for sure
like a sailor waits for the shore

From the heart of mine...

Morning was surely cool and fine,
I got up at half past nine,
Intended to attend a class of mine,
A hell of all that story of sine,
He came and started to define,
Amidst i uttered some words of mine,
He spotted and stressed his adrenaline,
And shouted "get lost through the pipeline",
A sort of chill ran down my spine,
What it resulted was an attendance fine,
In the outer world was a curious line,
All flocks with a similar destine,
We shared a common storyline,
Rushed to have a glass of wine,
Keeping aside the ideals of divine,
Finally i realized it's not decline,
But making the hay while sun shines...

my classmates can understand it better...

Birth of a poem

Being asked to write a poem

My face ran out of color

But then, not losing my heart

I decided to write, as it was now or never

For days I kept on wondering

As to how a person can force his ideas to vent

And jot it down on a piece of paper

Giving it the shape of a poem when they lay pent

Somewhere deep inside my heart

Which now lay defeated before my mind

My mind boxed up with the due dates of assignments

Resulting in a poem not ‘one of its kind’

Something I expect to float on this blog

For ‘tis not weighed down by the heavy emotions!!!


Walking through the road unknown,untravelled
Seems like a mystery not yet unravelled.
I often ponder where am i heading,
Has it been something I've been wanting???

Met a loving family,whose footsteps i follow
Without them I would be just a hollow.
They gave me a name I carry with pride,
Their values and rituals I try to abide.
They stood by me when times were tough,
For which i can never thank them enough.

And then there were people who joined me on my way,
They are my friends, as you would say.
i dint initially realise what role they would play,
But they weren't afterall just a model of clay.
they went through the up and downs , as did I,
It pained a lot when time was to bid them goodbye.
Some of them stayed,while some left by,
But those were the days...,I shouldn't lie.

There were those shaky starts and the pebbled roads,
Times when I found it tough to handle the load.
Abroken leg, twice a broken heart,
Still trying hard to put together the parts.
Went through the turmoils, happy times weren't far,
But what they left behind was a tril of scars.

I have been i lil foolish,clever sometimes
Somewhat greedy and selfish for a while.
Moulded into a person that gives it his best,
Till the time I finally go to rest.
But someday, this path is gonna end,
Time will cease,as will the opportunity to make amends.

**plz ignore the variable lines in stanzas....rather ignore the poem only...

A Space Odyssey

With shadows of clouds

The moon beckons me

My hopes, my dreams

It clearly sees.

For a wish upon a star I’d make

My life on earth I’d keep at stake

A journey into space, a life unique

A leap in time, I terribly seek

For on the moon, plays my heart’s content

A lifetime of wishes, I have spent

Away from this planet, I sincerely thrive

I’ve paid my dues to the space archives

This enchanted journey, I’m going to take

I vow, a mark in history to make

The moon bathes me with its cool light

And I get lost in my dreams of flight

I want to walk on the moon and bounce along

Follow in the “steps” of Neil Alden Armstrong

And eleven other great men

The last of who was Eugene Cernan

I dream of blasting off into space

Dream of seeing all of the Earth’s face

Dream of zooming away in a rocket ship

And doing a zero-gravity backflip

And hey! If I go fast enough,

Analyzing the twins’ paradox might not be so tough

But that’s not my goal, not any more;

The purpose is to go forth and explore;

To find new worlds, unexplored parts

Where humanity may leave its indelible marks

Set foot on new vistas, new lands

And (hopefully) leave another giant leap in history’s sands

I wish, my friends

To be a Magellan or a Columbus of space

With one notable difference--

The map’s already in place.

So off I go on my explorations

High hopes coupled with higher aspirations

I’m off on my journey to the stars

I might beam back a couple pictures when I fly by Mars

I rocket off on my celestial sojourn

Who knows what new things I may learn?

Astronaut, cosmonaut, call me what you want;

I’m off to the heavens on my dream jaunt

And as my rocket high above you flies,

You could say I’m the shooting star in your eyes.

So watch me fly, way above your sight,

‘Cause I am the man on the moon, I am the man with the light.

--Strictly speaking, this is not my poem alone. I must say, whatever grace is present in this poem is all thanks to a very special friend who contributed impromptu at 1.30 am and, frankly speaking, gave me room to save my face. Thank you!!! :)

The Last Silver

A haggard face peeped through a chink in the marquee,
Clad in rags, ill-suited to the weather very parky.
Hearing the muffled voices and peering at the distant light,
Dispelling the melancholy of the night.
Hence, walking away from the murky night,
There was revelry in sight.
The tramp thus reached the frenzied crowd,
With the marquee standing tall and proud.
Rapt in thought and marvelling at its height,
Somebody from within, answered with delight.
A stately figure of a gypsy, dressed in azure,
Parting the curtain, she invited him indoor.
Her eyes shone with the carelessness of a child,
Her movements so fluid and nimble, temper so mild.
Happy as a clam at high water,
All this was odd enough for a woman of her stature.
Wiping the crystal ball clear,
And chanting spells, she flung her arms in the air. 
The tramp stood rooted, in a dither...
Confused, yet amused...
After a lapse of silence, started the fortuneteller,
Like a ray of light breaking through the dark clouds,
Driving away gloom, pain and doubts.
Her voice hovered  over the place,
Filling his soul with ever increasing  solace.
There were better days in store,
That she promised for sure......
Clinging to hope,
Gone were the days to mope.
Startlingly, he broke the monologue, the surreal ambience...
And thrusting in her hand a red bag, he fled,
Clutching tightly to what he had gained,
And thus he parted with his last silver........

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Smile, because it costs you nothing

and yet it brings you everything;

the strength to endure life's pains

and a lot many other gains

with just one smile,

all your worries run away a mile,

it makes you win friends outright,

because it makes everything around so bright.

So dear friends,why lose out on life's greatest attribute,

keep smiling and pay life a tribute.


one day
on a monday
i sat down
to write down
a poem
no words came
of it nothing became
trying to write-up
i got fed-up
and slept


Some dots of life, some dots of death,
I languish for triumph, for this ‘tic-tac-toe’ holds the bet...

One moment all seems perfect,
The other, nothing falls in place,
And the moments in between,
harrowing for space

Out of the island, into the highway,
Myriad faces cross, wish-‘one may stay,
I don’t wanna feel, that I am alone,
My soul so numb, spirit sleeping cold

What I want from life, I am unacquainted,
What it wants from me, is a thought so tainted,
I’ve been living a lie-my heart’s in doubt,
Without a thought, without a voice,
With the faulty bonds, that I am confused about.

I can’t block em’ out,
I keep shutting my eyes,
All wrong things said,
At exactly the wrong times

I am in serious mess, I feel totally lost,
Somebody holds my hand, takes me outta this chaos
Cos again...
Some dots of life, some dots of death
I languish for triumph, for this tic-tac-toe holds the bet...

this is my second attempt towards writing a poem..
& great help from mayank..

Living Death

Caught in his cell,

he thought 

of that long ago hell.

What could have been but was not...

In every tear,

a mother's fear,

in every touch 

a father's clutch...

A flash of steel

a headless corpse

a cry of fear

from a hunted deer...

The butcher fled

as his mother bled

convicted of murder

his broken will had to surrender...

The silence was deafening

he thought he was dreaming

but then realised

inside his head, a boy was still screaming... 

Spilling Of A Heart ...

A poem of no sorts, its a spill thats been splattered on this page. This is a chat conversation that has me talking and talking while the other person has probably gone to sleep...

ek din
ill go to the green hills and the blue seas
sit under the lights of a crane
and swing my legs happily in the nite
play the flute in the middle of forests and call my animals
sit on an eagle and wander over the deserts of africa
ride the lightning and be in the eye of the storm
swim in the mud and dance on the clouds
higher in the arches of heaven,
He will wait for my words of truth
I shall say no more than just a lie
That I am afraid of Him and do not wish to die
I wish to live in the golden of hearts
and dwell in the caves of the intellectual
but never shall I find a life more blissful
She will run through my adrenaline and leave my ears as sounds.
My fingers are nothing but signs of my reality
but my sweat is what i am yet so unreal
The breath of air and the smell of freedom will never cease to exist
and soon i shall lie on the stacks of hay
that may never ever sound so sweet
The moon winks and the sun snores
It is time for me to sleep for my chores
bhai das i write my heart for now the donkeys have been sold
the moon leaves me alone on this dark night
and keeps stranded on this island of luxury and delight
keep my memories in a safe old box
or make them sway on a glass painting
my heart sinks lower and so will my head
this romeo of romeos may soon be dead
blood will spill and so shall lies
this world is too small for my little demise
i will call the universe to see my funeral
and ask the planets to weep on my grave
the stars are too small to kiss my forehead
and so the asteroids will plant them on my bed
the stones of love, the stones of forgiveness
the roses of my love will wither down too
the sun and the moon will never follow me by,
they have tides to flow and plants to grow
they are all but too busy to see me go
they are all but too busy to see me go
to see me go
to see me go

The Mariner

A fine soiree to end the day,
A choked mariner has to say...
Even as the ship sails across the bay,
The tired mariner sees that one golden ray,
As it wipes out the gray.
The clouds dissolve and the birds,they call...
The mariner hearkens as the sky darkens.
'Tis then that he understands the voice, that the night-wind sings..
And feels the mystic melody strummed on the water strings.
The music wakes him to a brighter day,
Beating out all the shades of gray.
Becoming but his guiding light,
To help him sail through the darkest of nights...
It becomes the expression of his soul,
Once again, making him whole.
The shore may be far,
But he’s guided by the Evening Star
Filled with the strength to resist the night
And to endure the day;
The strength to follow the path in sight;
To take it without further delay;
To find that one purpose in life,
And the truths to be faced, that it brings,
The strength to struggle against the strife;
To hold on to all to which his life clings...

A fine soiree to end the day,
The inspired mariner has found his way;
As the ship sails across the bay,
He holds on to that one golden ray..

I've had a lotta help from vinayak, mayank and vaibhav... :)
Ishita: for you!

Search For Happiness

On one fine day
I started my search for happiness
Is it the sparkling crystal in the bay?
Does is have some definiteness?
Or is it like the movie I saw the other day,
Blurry with least absoluteness
This was when one fine day
I started my search for happiness…

My search continued
While on the roads
Or when I experimented
With anodes and cathodes…

I saw an armyman
With a lot to plan
Happiness to him is the satisfaction
He gets through his peoples’ protection
A doctor finds happiness
And expresses his keenness
In the new life discovery
And his patient’s quick recovery
Happiness to a farmer
Is to see his fields shimmer
With grains of gold
All set to be sold
Happiness for mother sparrow
Is to see her babies without sorrow
When they are able to fly
High up in the endless sky
Happiness for a baby boy
Is getting a new toy
Playing with it day and night
Presenting a lovely sight!...

My mind got strained
With clarity drained
All I had
Were questions which said..
Can happiness be folded
Like a paper in the pocket?
Can it be locked
Or fixed in some socket?
Can it be endless
And never fading?
Can it have infiniteness
Which goes on exaggerating?

After a deep thought ,I observed
I’m happy to see the endless sky
To watch the cows , Going by
To see the sunflowers
Shining in the sun
To see the children
Dancing in the rain, having fun
To feel the beautiful nature and go beyond my imagination
To dream of all good things
To celebrate under sparkling stars
To see peace prevail
To great each-other with a nice mail
To hear the birds chirrup
As they reply
To thank for this beautiful life…

When one fine day
I searched for happiness
I found it within me
I found it in living life
In every joyous moment of life
They say “life is happiness”
But I say ”happiness is life”…

The course of true love never did run smooth

Two years back was asleep in dark
like rusted leaves withering inside a park
life was full of dullness
had thought it would always be a mess
one fine day diva came in my life
and i started realising importance of life
changes started appearing prenominal
never thought life would start going so well
now i was a changed man

Clock was always ticking away
never thought the bond between us will go such a way
spending time now alone was impossible
pondering over her memories was the only option possible
she was the diva having loads of people behind her
and i was a blank paper waiting for my eld which was yet to begin with her

The paper was back in envelope
as i thought it was never possible
the sea tide which rose inside the heart
was now concealed within the walls of my heart
but God wanted it to be in some other way
don't know why it was destined to be this way
the girl came to me and knocked at the walls of my heart
I cant explain how it supervene
bond was created between us in the mean
life got a new dimension with her
my unseen dream was now alive
whenever tears on her face used to appear
smile on her face was the only thing i succeded to rear
thinkin about her couldn't be resisted
her face in front of me always persisted
even the thought of going away from her
made my heart tremble in fear
life for both of us became a paradise
never thought of having such a resplendent life

Like all the great love stories have a tragic end
never thought that i wont be able to mend
don't know why i tried to cobble her
it was too late for me to realise
her feelings were getting offended and her heart being sliced
finally misunderstandings started playing their role
as i was left ruined with my helpless soul
depressed by the faliure of my love
i decided to leave this world
i don't know how i am writing all this
maybe it was her blessings which came as a bliss

Now,after 1 year
i still remember the time i spent with her
sometimes i think why did it go this way
in the end i say,

I had met with an angel...
who came in my life....
Other men said they have seen angels, But I have seen thee And thou art enough. i have tried my best ppl what i could do in 2 plz.....ignore my typing or any other errors if u can...:)

On the Wings of a Song

my friend,
Give me a song.
a tune
And take me along.
a tear,
Wipe away my woes.
and fear,
hold my in throes.
a puppet
in destiny's hands.
let's fly
to a faraway land.
of blossoms
that'll colour my life.
of lands
Sans war or strife.
of lovers
In their blissful paradise.
My angel
watching o'er the skies.
do sing,
of a hobbit's sojourn.
his journeys,
into the wide unknown.
just sing
And take me away.
dark thoughts,
All dull and fey.
shall sing,
And I'll hop on,
cloud nine,
And thence, beyond.

My friend,
Give me a song,
a tune
And take me along.

Show Always Goes On

Blooded with innocent lives,
Cries and screams on highs,
A paper in the dawn often sighs..

Hotels , malls and roadways,
All burst in a serial chase,
Only flash and pics to gaze.

In the deep breath, is a fear ,
So childish as none to hear,
Pain in the eyes but no tear.

A fire of revenge burns all around,
None daring ever found,
Some bonds keep them always bound.

A saint from the outer world would heal,
Do come one day they feel,
And would restore their lasting zeal.

Escaping from their obvious duty,
Getting lured to material beauty,
Again they get trapped in ambiguity.

And clarion of daily cores soon rings,
Joys again fly with wings,
Again making them poor mighty kings...

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


She kisses his picture as she sits in the dark
an unrequited love has left its mark.
She slits her wrist with the sharpest blade
her final retort to the goodbye he bade.
He sleeps unaware and he sleeps untouched
by the streaks of the blood in which his name once rushed.

He waits to see his young bride
with a bit of anxiety and a bit of pride.
In her heart she strongly protests
but to no one does she ever confess
where she wishes to be and remains
like a bird confined to her nest.

She cries herself to sleep by counting
the shards of her broken dreams,
the memories of her wedding scene.
The end of her wedded life,
the beginning of a lonesome strife,
her life reduced to nothing more than a river without a dike.

She sleeps in his lap, she sleeps with a smile.
He lets his heart take control for a while.
He looks at her, then he looks deep within
he fights with the feelings he has always hidden.
She sleeps fully aware of his continuous stare
yet to tell the truth, no one dares...

The Ring

A childhood love seemed to materialize at last
as they walked one evening on the dew covered grass,
with a shy smile when he looked at her
she trembled inside her coat of fur
wondering if the friend would be replaced by the lover

In his hand, a pearl silver box with a golden hue
waited to be opened by someone new
her heart skipped a beat as he leapt forward
there was a silence whose magic could be heard
she felt the friend dissolve to give way to the lover.

“Open it”, he said, “and read what is etched”
gently she held it but then she shivered.
“To my love Emily. No matter what the future will bring
I’ll be by your side, whether or not you accept this ring.”
That moment there was no friend and there was no lover.

Suddenly she forgot what she had etched on her heart
in a moment realized this was her least favorite part
she would’ve cursed god if she was not an atheist
but decided her feelings mattered the least
for the happiness of the friend she once wished to be her lover

“It’s beautiful,” said Gia and smiled without fear,
she hugged him tight as he drew her near
an unknown strength had found its way
she could hide her tears even in the day
the friend was alive and so was the lover.

Tears welled up in her big, black eyes
her throat choked with the silent cries
she wished for one last time to see
if she his lucky lady be
then the friend would've never defeated the lover.

She stretched out her arm as he turned his back
her dream was lost but her restrain intact
she desperately wished to let him know
but on the contrary just let him go
for the friend in her had won over the lover...

P.S.-kindly ignore d rhyme scheme and d theme :p


(This is the first post on my own blog. 
I wrote it a long time back, and feels
kind of kiddishly angsty now.
But I like it - for its one-line metaphors, 
and mostly for the shape of 
its whole text : It looks like a guitar :B )

You are my past, with your locust heart
You are the rust in my brain
You are the tempest in my spine
You are the virus of faith in love
You are the poison in my gut
You are the adamant tear that stands the fire of time
You are the bane of my once full smile
You are the sadness in my fate
You are the silence in my rage
You are the leech in your frown
You are the knife to my bare chest
You are the time in a prison cell
You are the brew to hope for misery
You are the fog enveloping me in your bog
You are the darkness drowning all my light
You are the weakness seeping in my limbs
You are the taste of salt on a wound
You are the anti-thesis to all that I claim
You are the desolation of my sun

So watch me run
I'll lose you now
Swooning to electric and drum
I'm burning a tomorrow today
With the fire in rum.


(PS : better if you pause after every 'You are the' routine.)

Monday, February 2, 2009

Terrorist Dreams

If i were a Terrorist running in the sun.
I'll put on my shades and take out my gun
Pray to the almighty and begin to act like a clown..
Steal a BMW and drive it round the town..
pump up the volume and roll down the windows..
When i get tired i'll go make some widows..
Then steal a Merc and put on an Armani jacket..
Throw some grenades and create a huge racket..
I'll make some bombs and mix some molotov cocktails too..
Then plant the bombs in a secret zoo ..
for my evening break go for a swim in the sea..
After that i'll burn the city with glee..
I'll sync the bombs to my precision Swiss watch..
then sit in the bar and drink some scotch..
a couple of drinks later i don't want to pay the bill..
So i take my AK 47 and go for the kill..
I light a havana cigar on my way out..
Watch the people scream and shout..
Get into the limo waiting outside for me..
Put on some Punjabi music and plan to flee.
Last stop ahead i head to the helipad..
My helicopter delayed due to traffic which was bad..
This fills my heart with rage
and so i begin my jihadi rampage..
Call my fidayeen and ask them to come up with their innovative plans ..
i ask them to ngage in a game of bomber man..
As i log on to my website and address my fans..
They belong to all classes from politicians to the common man..
A couple of film stars and members of the ku klux klan..
A few item girls too for my pleasure
a few of them from the legislature
Its night and getting pretty late..
I have to prepare for my date with fate.
I board the plane waitin for me .
Take it for a short flight with my friends - Ash n Sush
We head to America and search for our guru mr bush.
Such a charismatic little man - full of drama .
He was having dinner with our dear Mr Osama .
We take our pay checks and plan an adventure trip to New york city.
Our plan is to kill innocent ppl without remorse or pity..
we fly high up into the air ...
Have some Mile high fun and crash down into Times Square.:)