Random Ramblings

The voice of the heart

2012-01-13T12:46:00.000-08:00

I believe that the voices of fear, both from within and without, can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart. Be still and listen to it. If it speaks of love and compassion for others, for the world itself, it just might be the voice of God.

Chuck Lorre Productions #212.

Respite

2011-12-07T09:25:00.000-08:00

Willing these moments to pass,
Looking for comfort, at last,
Why is getting through each day, such a task?
Is a little respite too much to ask?

Sorry for the dark undertones in the previous one...so those who are more in the mood for something (just a bit) more uplifting, read on:

Were we to never look back at what has precipitated in the past,
Were we to never remember things that we knew won't last,
We'd be repeating the same mistakes again soon,
So is the pain of reminiscence rightly a boon.

Life happens

2011-12-03T08:46:00.000-08:00

Lazy saturday :)...watched a couple of movies...listing down a couple of quotes from there, that I found particularly enlightening, and trying to draw a parallel from there =>

"Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive"
We all know this is true :), and yet, there are times, when we do take life a lot more seriously than it aught to be taken. A dose of lightness in life should be a mandatory prescription for all of us. There is no point getting all too serious thinking of the past, the future, and what not, and missing out on the moment itself. Its these moments that make our life special.

"Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans"
Very nicely put. We all do have dreams, hopes and aspirations, that we strive to make real each day. Unknownst to us, while we are making our grand plans, there's something glorious (for the pessimists, just something) happening to us at every moment - LIFE. We don't realize it, but in the ending, we'll not be looking back at what we accomplished in life, but rather, at the memories we have of this journey that we undertook. Time spend with family, friends, the minor roadblocks, the overcoming of hurdles, the trials and the jubilation...these are the LEGO blocks of our life. So, perhaps, we be a little more conscious of our life unfolding, every moment...even as I write this, and you, read.

Happiness

2011-11-16T09:56:00.001-08:00

"Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves." - Hellen Keller

Daring to dream

2011-11-05T11:26:00.000-07:00

Note to self: Read this when not in high spirits
Note to others: Read this NOW ;)

So you've thought it through,
This is what you've got to do,
This is what was meant for you,
This is what you love in true...

But reluctant are you, to conjure dreams anew,
Scared are you: what if they shatter too?
Leaving you with but a fragments few,
So you've not exactly thought it through...

But in this fear,
Would you put off your dreaming too?
Would you rather,
Cut off a path before you tread it through?

Life is teeming with surprises new,
Your dream might just be realized too,
If only you don't nip it before giving it its due,
Arise! Awake! The world beckons you!

Have you looked into the eyes...

2011-10-23T01:54:00.000-07:00

Of a child rebuked,
Up at you they innocently look,
A solemn promise...
I'll never fail you again,
A firm determination...
I'll make up for transgression,
A plaintive cry...
Take me in your arms,
Let bygones be.

Of a mother who must part,
From the little one she does,
Hold so near to her heart,
An outpouring of love...
Sweetie, this is for all the time I'll not be here,
A welling up of tears...
The pain of parting with a piece of my heart,
A glimmer of hope...
A brighter future awaits,
When I'll be with my child again.

Of someone who holds you dear,
When they've been hurt by you,
Complete and utter sadness...
Being let down by one I trusted,
A steely resolve...
I'll never trust you again,
A resigned acceptance...
Perhaps you were not the friend I expected you to be.

***
It is rightly said that the eyes do talk...they shout out our true feelings, and utter that which our brain doesn't permit our mouth to speak.

Of goals and the fickle heart

2011-10-13T14:36:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, in a city not so far away, there lived a child. Now, this child, as all other children do, had dreams - dreams that were bigger than his frame. Each night, he'd fall off to sleep, snuggled up in the warm comfort of his blanket, thinking of fulfilling them. He dreamed of growing up and becoming just like his dad. Those were the days...

Time passed, and this child grew up into a find young lad. He went to school and made great friends. He told them of his dreams, and learned about theirs in return. He listened to his teachers. They taught him of wonderful things. His knowledge of the world around him increased, and he, now dreamt of becoming a great //insert appropriate teenage dream here.

College arrived as a breath of fresh air for the young man. He interacted with people who shared the same interests as him and learnt of their take on life - of what these brilliant people thought for the future, and, surprise, surprise, his dreams changed again. He now dreamed of becoming a successful //insert appropriate career dream here.

The point I wish to drive home from this coming of age tale? The heart is fickle indeed. What we want now is bound to change in the future. Perhaps that's what life is - a journey of discovery. We expand our horizons, we change. We come in contact with people, we change. We have varied experiences, we change. Now this might go against some stuff that's been written here in the previous pages, (but then that's testimony to the correctness of what I'm writing now :)), but, it would seem that holding onto a pristine goal that you'd like to accomplish is folly. We CHANGE, and so do our goals, our dreams, our hopes and our aspirations. Being too hung up on just one dream, all throughout life, and following it come what may, is not necessarily the best way to live life.

A life without any goals would just drift away indeed and so we do (and should) set goals for ourselves. We should work towards them diligently, no doubt, but, also, a large portion of life's experiences come from not worrying/thinking too much about the future, and, just living the present. If a goal is not aligning with where we currently stand, then so be it.

Rather than fitting your life around the goals, fit the goals around your life.

Coping with pain

2011-09-22T10:34:00.000-07:00

Something that I read which I thought was beautifully penned, and which appears to have more than a show of truth:
***

"Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told."

― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind.

Grieve not

2011-08-30T12:02:00.000-07:00

Grieve not, for you shall be smiling soon,
Rather, cherish each moment that you live - it is a boon,
And glorious sunshine does await the bitter moon.

The bigger picture

2011-08-25T08:24:00.000-07:00

Discarding the oft adopted parochial view,
Does frequently lead to happiness new,
Why is our thinking so constrained,
Why is everything a matter of lost or gained?
If we would not, everything, thus scale,
If we could forget the petty detail,
And focus rather on the bigger picture,
Our sorrows would be fewer, our joys richer.

What then?

2011-08-22T10:06:00.000-07:00

The other day, I was just thinking of some of my long cherished dreams. Now that I do see the path of fulfilling a few of them (oh ok, just one of them), a few thoughts crept into my mind. These were unlike any others that I'd felt before. I thought of what it would be like if I achieved something that I'd dreamt of for a long time. As with anything momentous, there is always the niggling doubt of "what if this doesn't turn out to be all that I thought this would be?". Also, with achieving dreams, there is also the feeling of "so I've gone and achieved what I always dreamt of...what now?"

The thoughts of mine found absolute resonance amongst the unlikeliest of people: Princess Rapunzel from Tangled. I was watching Tangled just the other day, and there's this scene where Rapunzel 's finally about to see the flying lanterns, and she wonders out aloud to Flynn Rider about what's troubling her. Here is that portion transcribed. Flynn's answer to it is also the answer to my thoughts indeed:

Rapunzel: I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?

Flynn: It will be.
Rapunzel: And what if it is? What do I do then?
Flynn: Well,that's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.

Awesome ain't it :)...got me over my pondering and ready to pursue my dream :)...Full steam ahead!!

How we change

2011-08-05T23:43:00.000-07:00

A long while back,
I'd look into the mirror,
And find a familiar face,
Staring back intently.
We'd have our conversations,
This face and me,
We shared dreams and hopes,
We shared smiles and tears.

But as time passed,
As so happens with friends dear,
We fell apart,
And steadily grew the distance between us...

The other day, I was looking at the mirror,
And hark, what do I see,
The face was back,
And was staring at me.

Overjoyed at finding my long lost friend,
I hugged him close,
"Where were you all this while", I asked,
"Why did you disappear in the past?"

A smile fluttered across his lips,
"I was right here", he said,
"Watching over you,
Looking at you change.
It was you who'd lost sight of me,
Yet, now that you need me,
Here I am, right be your side,
I will, forever, with you abide."

His biting words stung me,
For they carried with them the bitter truth,
I'd come a long way in the recent past,
But here was I friendship that I sure wanted to last.

Over time, oh, how we change,
But it will serve us all, to not, the real us estrange.

Zindagi Na Mile Doobaara

2011-07-30T13:16:00.000-07:00

Just back from watching "Zidagi Na Mile Doobaara" with friends, and these verses by Javed Akhtar are beautifully penned:

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya,
Jab ghum ka saya lehraya,
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya,
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya,
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya,

...Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai,
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai,

Yeh jo gehre sannate hain,
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain,
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa,
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa,
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai,
Har pal ek naya mausam hai,
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai,
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai

***

I'll try to do a cheap copy of them to English here:

Whenever clouds of anguish filled the sky,
Whenever bouts of sadness fluttered by,
Whenever tears welled up in my eye,
Whenever did my lonely heart sigh,
I sang to it, this lullaby:

Dear heart, why do you cry?
This is how the world is, aye.

The unbearable silence you feel,
Time, to all, does fairly deal,
Each is, with periods of gloom served,
Each has, portions of sunshine reserved,
So, wipe off the tears, for they are undeserved,
Every moment is a breath of fresh air,
Why then, do you waste time that is rare,
Dear heart, why do you, so badly fare?

Grant me, O Lord

2011-07-25T12:45:00.000-07:00

O Lord, grant me,
The will to do what is right,
The wisdom to not, other's slight,
The courage to put my neck on the line,
The conviction to believe it'll all be fine.

Transience

2011-07-02T02:03:00.000-07:00

A life so fleeting,
Temporary and brief,
From the cut umbilical,
To embalmed feet.

The sound of silence

2011-05-23T12:38:00.000-07:00

The faculties of the mind,

Be too inadequate to comprehend,

Tunes that the heart beats out,

While lips remain silent.

A life not so certain

2011-04-28T11:31:00.000-07:00

(Photo by Tony)

If we knew how our fate would unfold,
If we knew what does the future hold,
Would everything still remain the same?
Would we risk being singed by the flame?

Tying up loose ends

2011-04-26T09:41:00.000-07:00

As if it were that feeling of relief,
At the dying down of the nagging voice within,
The contentment at having completed a book,
Than placing a bookmark, that strikes the eye,
When opening other ones that rest nearby,
The serenity of having tied up loose ends.

Living in the moment

2011-04-23T00:14:00.000-07:00

While all this may seem preachy, this is primarily written as a note to self. So please bear :).

Sometimes it would appear that the entire world is conspiring against you when, in fact, it is just one's mind playing the odd trick; for, such times of suffering/solitude/[insert the sad feeling you've experienced most recently here] have the capacity to contort the mind of (wo)men - to turn them to thoughts completely contrived.

While such times can be testing, remember that what doesn't kill only makes one stronger. Perhaps all this is just a lesson - a rite of passage - to adulthood. Perhaps there will come a time when one will look back at all of this with a smile on the face.

Till such a time comes, we are better served by focusing on the present - living the moment. Things that have happened in the past (especially not-so-pleasant occurrences) are best forgotten as a general rule. This rule acquires greater significance in testing times, when, if not heeded to, often leads to people getting stuck in a rut; a maelstrom of never-ending melancholy. Living in the moment, experiencing whatever life throws at you, embracing whatever life presents you with, is the way out of the quagmire of testing times methinks.

The unbearable lightness of being

2011-04-16T03:16:00.000-07:00

Just going over some books that I'd like to read, got my hands on this pithily put analysis of the philosophical underpinnings of the book The Unbearable Lightness of Being(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Unbearable_Lightness_of_Being) :

The German expression, Einmal ist keinmal (once is nothing) encapsulates “lightness,” the concept of which is well expressed in the quote: “what happens but once, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.” Following this logic, life is insignificant, and decisions do not matter, and are thus rendered light, because they do not cause personal suffering. Yet the insignificance of decisions — our being — causes us great suffering, perceived as the unbearable lightness of being consequent to one’s awareness of life occurring once and never again; thus no one person’s actions are universally significant. This insignificance is existentially unbearable when it is considered that people want their lives to have transcendent meaning.

Can't get myself to stop and marvel and the immense wisdom and "heaviness" that the lines above carry. A beautifully poignant point of view of life.

The things that matter

2011-04-05T12:21:00.000-07:00

I've often wondered of what are things that truly matter to me. I find that such a thought generally leads to one taking a step back and examining where one currently stands from a somewhat lesser parochial angle. Rather than being caught up in thinking about one's day to day problems, this allows one to focus on the bigger questions of life as a whole. Its a fruitful exercise, I feel, and I espouse you folks to try it sometime. You'll be pleasantly surprised :).

Does it all even matter?

2011-03-26T04:06:00.000-07:00

Despite it all,
Life chugs along,
Adversity is a passing phase,
Take it in your stride,
Broaden your gaze,
Embrace life,
Forgetting strife,
Some times are difficult indeed,
Things not always turn out as you need,
Woe befalls, dreams shatter,
Yet, in His grand design -
In the larger scheme of things,
Does it all even matter?

Tomorrow

2011-03-16T13:34:00.000-07:00

A new day, a new way,
New vistas, new scenes,
Places and situations new.
Solutions many, hurdles just a few...
All this, and more,
Does tomorrow bring,
Full of promise and hope,
Does the new day spring.

Reminding one of the fact,
That life is in full flow,
And that one should renew one's self-made pact,
On harbored aspirations, act.
To pave the way for a future,
In which one has a say,
For tomorrow dawns a brand new day.

Time Dilation

2011-03-12T11:09:00.000-08:00

Why is it,
That, when you desire most,
Does time come to a standstill;
All but halts?

You will it on,
To just skip a few ticks,
Yet, never does you it obey.
It always has its own way.

Its hard, it really is,
To watch time slide by slowly,
As you, there stand,
Helpless, hand in hand.

Wish that there was a knob,
That could give you some control,
To the sands of time,
To bend them to your will...
Alas...

Hope

2011-03-09T06:50:00.001-08:00

Guess I've written something similar in the past too...but still...:)

****

When all seems lost,
And all seems bleak,
Never abandon hope,
Its always there -
The silver lining,
Amidst the dark clouds,
The solitary leaf,
On the barren tree,
The occasional smile,
Amidst the tears.

Cling onto it,
Through all your struggles,
And then, one day,
It'll be spring again.
The sun will shine through,
The leaves will unfurl,
And the smile will return.

Of life and passing moments

2011-02-27T22:27:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, moments that are past,
So wonderfully beautiful were they,
We wish they'd, a bit longer, last,
That we'd hold onto them, forever.
But alas, man ain't so clever...

Yet, don't we all, sometimes wish,
We could make time stop,
Make it obey us for just a bit -
To take one particular moment,
And have it eternally persist.

While the pragmatist within us,
Shouts out with all his might,
Telling us, this ain't right.

But, in such moments fleeting,
Everything seems so perfect,
It all seems so rightly decked,
We're at a loss to see,
How being pragmatic would serve us better,
Than being what the heart is crying out to be.

Memories

2011-02-13T11:27:00.000-08:00

The breeze brushing lightly against your face,
Carrying with it, the mild fragrance of blossoming flowers;
Bringing back memories of those by-gone days,
Of childhood, when, with friends you'd play,
Hide and seek amongst these swaying trees.

The falling droplets of rain,
Continuously rippling the lake,
Taking you back to the days when,
Scantily clad in just your shorts and tee,
You'd float paper boats in these waters.

The ice cold water caressing your feet,
As it runs melodiously down the ravine,
Sending shivers down your spine; electrifying,
Reminding you, of true love's first kiss.
These are memories to cherish - of pure bliss.

Moving on...

2011-02-05T23:04:00.000-08:00

***WTJ***

It seems hard to forget,
The times together spent,
Of borrowed sorrows, of loaned smiles,
Of memorable talks and walked miles,

And as the time to depart draws near,
You are filled with a new found fear,
For once, the choice seems a terrible mistake,
And you repent why did you, this decision take.
And as people bid goodbye,
You finds it impossible to not cry.

All seems so bleak and dreary then,
Its hard to imagine the near future when,
Putting all this behind, the past you forget,
And no longer do you, the decision regret.

You might not feel so now,
But time heals the deepest of wounds,
And that day will soon surely dawn,
The day when you'd have moved on...

/*
For you'll soon have found friends anew,
Friends who treat you even better than we do,
(Ok the commented part is perhaps not true :P)
*/

Little did I know

2011-01-09T11:01:00.000-08:00

Little did I know,
How hard it'd be,
Following one's dreams,
Amidst the struggle to satisfy,
This so called society.

Little did I know,
That the so called norms,
Would be binding shackles,
Chafing away,
Once cherished ideals.

Little did I know,
That convictions too,
Would falter with time,
And prudence bordering on being risk-free,
Would be taken as coming-of-age.

How I dearly wish,
For all this acquired worldly wisdom,
To be replaced by childish impulsiveness,
And the unwavering conviction,
To follow my dreams,
Wherever they may lead...

My muse

2011-01-02T03:37:00.000-08:00

**
This poem arises from having watched DDLJ again (after a looong time I might add) -- specifically this poem from Simran's diary:

Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
Aankhon ki khidki par ek saya sa lehrata hai
Dil ke darwaje par koi dastak de ke jaata hai
Ghehri bhuri aankhein mujhse mera naam poochti hai
Haathon ki lakiron main kiska chehra ban jaata hai
Uski saasein resham jaisi mere galo ko chu jaati hai
Uske haathon ki khusbu ab tak mere balo main hain...
Haan Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
**

Her silky locks unfettered,
Swaying in the gentle breeze.
Her childlike smile, intoxicating laughter,
Filling people around her with joy.
Her honey-sweet voice,
Infusing the air with melody pristine.
Tender and loving her gaze.
Right before me she stands.
My enchantress, mon amour...

I reach out towards her, arms outstretched.
To hold her in a loving embrace,
To run my hands down her tender face.
But ere I can touch her the slightest,
Does she fade away into nothingness;
So does my dream ripple away,
So does my muse disappear,
A mere figment of my imagination;
Yet, the tormentor of my dreams.

A poem shall I pen

2010-12-25T12:25:00.000-08:00

It occurred to me once,
That it shouldn't be too difficult,
To pen down my thoughts; my words,
In such a form that they rhyme.
And so emerges this poem of mine.

This is where it gets hard; more difficult,
When I think of the topic on which I will write,
Options a plenty - its tough to decide.
Shall I write about a person dear,
An ode to someone I hold very near.
Or shall I, tales of nature's beauty sing,
Of how wonderfully on the foliage green,
Does the patter of the raindrops ring.
Or shall I yet, everyone with an anecdote regale,
Or perhaps, write something inspirational, something wise,
Of how to succeed, must one try and try again without fail,
Of how must one always speak the truth and never tell lies.

****
So many thoughts and, yet, to decide what to pen, I am at a loss,
Perhaps its best I let this poetic desire of mine go for a toss.

At a crossroads

2010-12-21T12:41:00.000-08:00

Thinking of the path to chose,
At a crossroads, I stand,
Which way to embark on,
Amongst the ones at hand,

Seeking some inspiration new,
Or waiting for a divine que,
Questions a-plenty,
Answers but a few...

Jab we met....jab we parted

2010-12-18T10:36:00.000-08:00

***Attempt at telling a story in rhyme***
***Warning: Somewhat long***
***This is all imaginary stuff in here :)***

The journey

I remember vividly,
How it all started.
How, packing bags hurriedly,
To the station I darted.

Huffing and puffing,
The train I caught.
Though the journey was uneventful,
What was to follow was surely naught.

The symposium

A grand opening to the symposium it was,
From the countries corners, visitors had flocked.
Representing my school, I was there too,
And as yet unknown to me, so were you.

The meeting

Twas twilight soon,
I remember twas the full moon.
Girl, I even remember the day,
Twas the 5th of May.

Roaming at night with my pals,
I chanced upon you;
You were with your group of gals;
They were pretty lasses too.
But, from the start,
My heart beat just for you.

The days I wish could forever last

Furtive glances and smiles were exchanged,
When our paths would "accidentally" cross,
And with the passing days,
We came to love each others ways.

The talks shared under the starry skies,
The walks taken in the moonlight,
The moments of laughter,
Of pure fun, of pure joy...

Jab we parted

But, alas,
When do good times ever last,
And much too soon for our liking,
It was time for us to part.
Solemnly did we goodbye bade,
And promises to keep in touch were made...

With moist eyes and a heavy heart,
I dragged myself to the station,
And the train I caught.
Though the journey was uneventful,
What had just happened was surely naught.

Of life and fleeting visions

2010-12-10T09:58:00.000-08:00

I have this vision,
A plan laid out before,
Of how my life should pan,
Ere I reach the other shore.

It is not detailed -
Only blurry does it appear,
Yet, just on this vision mere,
I move forth relentless,
Pursing something elusive -
Some lofty ambition, some zenith,
That I aspire to scale,
Yet what does doing so entail?
Of that, I know no jot.

Frustrating is this, I find,
The lack of clarity does play on my mind.
But then, perhaps, this is how it is meant to be,
Perhaps there is reason to why I can't, the future see,
Perhaps life would not such fun be,
Sans the exhilaration of discovery.

There's always hope...

2010-12-04T11:32:00.000-08:00

When all seems dark,
And all seems lost,
When you feel like giving up,
Stop!...
Look around and you'll surely see,
The beacon of hope, shining brightly.

Moments gone by

2010-11-30T09:20:00.000-08:00

Remembering moments gone by,
Sometimes, I do sigh...
Those truly were days divine,
Days that will never lose their shine.
When I would have fun all day,
And have it all my way.

When my mother's soft voice greeted me on waking from sleep,
When her crooning lullabies put me to slumber deep.
When I'd eagerly wait for my dad to arrive,
And then pester him for a scooter drive.

When my brother and I would cricket in the courtyard play,
Oh! I could whack him for sixes all day!
When my grand-parents would visit often,
Showering me with love that would, even the toughest soften.

Yes those truly were days divine,
How I wish they could once again be mine...

The road ahead...

2010-11-21T03:15:00.000-08:00

Perilous it may be,
And carefully must one tread.
Still, one must march on,
On the road ahead...

Leaving behind a few,
Finding companions new,
One must march on,
On the road ahead...

When the going gets tough,
And the times are rough,
One must march on,
On the road ahead...

There is a traveler in all of us, with life being the grand journey on which we all embark...immerse yourself in the joy of this divine journey...get out there, have fun and blaze your own trail : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8bBziwkrSA

The river flows

2010-11-17T04:28:00.000-08:00

The river meanders down its serpentine path,
How akin to life is the flow its waters hath.

Arising from naught but some snowy abode,
A child emerging from its mothers womb,
Rushing out to face the world that lies before,
Wanting to learn more of what life has in store.

The waters path is replete with twists and turns,
So indeed does life harbor a lot of heartaches and burns,
At each turn, encountering stones and blockades new,
Obstacles that one must overcome, in life's course,
And as do the waters smooth the rocks with their force,
So do these problems unravel with deliberation due.

The waters mingle with another river,
And together tread towards the sea,
So does man find his soul-mate,
One with whom he shall happy be.
And at last, into the sea do the waters flow,
So do we, one day, our last breath blow.

The last meeting

2010-11-13T09:51:00.000-08:00

She was there waiting for him just as she'd promised. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her all dressed up. To him, she seemed perfect. To him, she WAS perfect. Tears of happiness welled up inside him, as he slowly made his way towards her. He struggled to fight them away, but controlling emotions is the domain of very few men; try as he might, a few tear-drops did trickle down his face. He quickly wiped them away, looked at her, and smiled.

As his gaze met hers, he was taken aback by what he saw. Eyes which had once seemed to hold the love of the entire world for him, were now devoid of any emotion. She just stared back at him nonplussed, as if she couldn't care less who stood before her. Then she muttered the words that would scar him for life..."Rohit, we need to talk", was what she said, and he realized he knew just where this was heading.

And that is how it was. The final meeting which promised to lead to a happily ever after, ended with him being left at the altar.

Life Is Too Brief

2010-10-25T11:12:00.000-07:00

Between the budding
And the falling leaf,
Between the seed time
And the golden sheaf,
For hate and spite.
We have no time for greed;
Therefore, with love
Make beautiful the deed;
Fast speeds the night.

- W. M. Vories

There ain't not much time in life,
For it to be lived in anger and strife,
Spreading happiness and joy should we live,
For one day will we cease to exist,
It's only our deeds that will persist.

Dream big

2010-10-17T01:47:00.000-07:00

Only as high as I reach can I grow,
only as far as I seek can I go,
only as deep as I look can I see,
only as much as I dream can I be.
- Karen Ravn

Dream big must we --
To scale summits high,
Grander must our dreams be,
Then will we obstructions scale,
And succeed in our endeavors without fail.

Persist

2010-10-03T04:36:00.000-07:00

When the going gets tough:
Persist -
For seasons don't last forever,
And soon will flowers bloom.

Catharsis

2010-09-26T04:57:00.001-07:00

Lying awake,
All curled up in bed,
Taking stock of,
Where life has so far led...

A few burning questions,
Unanswered as yet,
A few desires,
That haven't been met...

A few lingering doubts,
Still persist,
Like the urge to break free,
That I've always tried to resist...

Missing you

2010-09-11T13:20:00.000-07:00

Written for someone special...

It seems just yesterday,
When we went our separate way,
Yet the moment's long gone,
We've parted, I'm forlorn,
Clinging onto belief,
Yearning for relief,
From the pain inflicted,
Waiting, nay begging, for the day,
When it shall be lifted,
When, stare into your shimmering eyes, I may,
Into your ears, sweet nothings, whisper.

I was so fortunate that we met such,
Who'd have thought we'd get along so much,
And in a narrow span of time,
You have all but become my life,
Constrained as I am with words that rhyme,
I can't clearly articulate my strife,
Yet I attempt to surmise:

I miss you more each passing day,
And I cling onto memories we shared along the way,
And each brief talk with you,
The moments, they seem so few.
Quickly trickling by,
Amazing me at how time does fly,

I miss you when the sun holds sway,
And I miss you when it fades away,
I miss you when the moon shines pale,
And I miss you when the stars, the sky regale,
And with each passing moment, with each heart's sigh,
As the moment we shall finally meet again draws nigh,
I miss you all the even more,
Eagerly waiting for you to touch shore.

Life as I think it

2010-09-05T11:19:00.000-07:00

Music:
Golden memories: notes melodious,
A few discordant tones,
Mixed together to create,
The orchestra called life.

Art:
A blank canvas at the start,
Parents and teachers, on it,
They paint their work of art,
Someone's masterpiece, named life.

Travel:
Ventures to places unknown,
Adventures where we are seldom alone,
Rather accompanied by companions we find,
To aid us in this journey called life.

Life:
It has a beginning,
It has an end,
Yet its more than what's between the two segments,
Yeah, its difficult to comprehend,
Is His miracle, called life.

Fettered dreams

2010-08-29T04:48:00.000-07:00

Fettered dreams,
We have many,
And regret, not following any,
To follow them, the zest must one renew,
Passion for them, rekindle,
Do not one's own life swindle.

For these dreams that we silently ignore,
Are thoughts we did once cherish,
Ideals that were allowed to perish,
As we moved forwards in this journey of life.
These dreams were our aspirations true,
Follow them we must, lest they not get their due.

Only in following them will we find happiness true,
Only on realizing them will we in success's glory bask,
And only then can we proudly look back at the past,
At a life that's fulfilling and complete,
A life without regrets, one that's with joy replete.

A smile

2010-08-20T12:43:00.000-07:00

A smile flutters across her lip,
For just a small while; a blip,
A brief memory of the past,
Of moments that don't often last,
A funny incident or two, long gone,
Mere memories that now make her feel forlorn.

A few silent tears do escape her eyes,
As she thinks of the state in which her life now lies,
Moments of fun, all but gone,
Moments of sorrow that she does silently mourn.

Comfort her he could, how he does wish,
Tell her if he could, how her smile, he does miss,
A smile that used to sparkle his day,
A smile that used to wipe his tears away.
A smile that make him feel ok.

A time comes when we all feel down,
Then is the time to discard the frown,
And smile a happy joyous smile,
A smile that others cherish a while,
A smile that often makes their day,
A smile that makes them feel ok.

A smile, that's all there is,
There ain't no more,
I promise you this,
A smile is all that's there to cherish,
In our life, before we perish,
So whenever you can, beam a smile,
You never know, whose life it does make worthwhile.

The Present's a present

2010-08-16T11:20:00.000-07:00

The future is shrouded,
Just like the night sky, clouded,
How we wish for the clouds to part,
To reveal what is beneath the folds,
To give us a glimpse of what future holds,
So that we may likewise, our paths chart.

The past is behind us,
How we wish, some of it could change,
Some occurrences, we'd like to be undone,
Moments that didn't go as planned and spoiled the fun,
Moments of great sorrow and pain,
How we wish to set them straight again.

But hark! Such thoughts are all in vain,
Thinking of the past will only inflict more pain,
While the future in indeed uncertain,
On which He is right to draw the curtain,
For what shall be revealed when the curtains lifted,
Depends on how we utilize the present He's gifted.

Bliss

2010-08-07T02:48:00.000-07:00

A child is happy,
He knows not what lies before,
He dwells not upon the past,
In the present does he live,
Happy and peaceful,
God's work of art.

As time passes,
And he learns the ways
of this world,
The so called tricks of trade,
His ever present smile,
No longer adorns his lips;
A relic of the past.

And we call him learned,
Knowledgeable in worldly ways,
A proper gentlemen, we say,
When he deftly flatters,
And we feel proud of how adept,
He is at controlling his emotions,
Of bending them to his will.

Was this really part of His plan?
Or is a child's ignorance really bliss.

Brush Strokes

2010-08-02T13:31:00.000-07:00

A few carefree strokes,
A dozen careful ones,
With each line they draw,
A new detail they show.
A pathway to the mind of the creator,
His thinking they reveal.
His state of mind at the moment,
His desires, his dreams.

And, from out of nothing,
A picture appears,
A product of imagination,
Painted by feelings,
Embellished by colors...

In this moment

2010-07-25T00:59:00.000-07:00

The moment that just went,
Was time well spent,
The moment that stands before,
Shall be joyous evermore.
If in this moment,
We give our all,
If in this moment,
We live our all,
Will all our dreams,
Surely come true.

Life

2010-07-18T12:55:00.000-07:00

It was growing dark and soon people would start worrying about him if he did not return. Yet, he lingered on, his lax posture, not giving a hint of the turmoil within.

He gazed at the vast expanse of water ahead of him, and memories came rushing to his mind. He flicked through the images of his life in his mind...
He remembered heading out to the sea with his father for his first catch, at the tender age of four.
His remembered his first encounter with the dreaded sea storms that tore fishing vessels twice the size of the one his family owned to shreds, at the age of five. He remembered his father waving off to him, before setting out for a fresh catch, leaving him behind to recuperate from the ordeal, never to return, the ocean proving too cunning for the poor man on this occasion.
He remembered setting out every day, an hour or two before the break of dawn, in his new boat, he had fashioned himself and named after his father.
He remembered the day when he'd first met her at the marketplace when he'd gone to sell the fish that had ended up in his net. She had looked ever so pretty and he'd fallen head over heels for her.
He thought of the time when he'd gathered the courage to take her out on his boat and confess his feelings for her, and remembered the slight smile that had adorned her lips when she heard what he had to say.
He'd married her soon after and life had never been better for him...

Lightening crackled in the distance, and Ravi looked up and caught a glimpse of the menacingly overcast sky. It was eerily similar to the day when all had changed.

The fateful evening had been just as overcast. He had come home early that day and had gone off to sleep, exhausted. He remembered waking up suddenly, hearing cries all around, seeing nothing but water everywhere he looked. He had woken her up frantically and together they had tried to make for the nearby high ground. She had tried desperately to cling onto him as he swam against the strong currents. He remembered, the painful gasp that had escaped his mouth when he had felt her hands slipping away, her meek hold proving little match for the power of the ocean.

Strange was his connection with the ocean that stood before him. He had grown up with it, playing alongside it and making a living from its offerings. Yet, life's hardships had taught him to never count it as a friend and he knew more than anyone else that everything that the ocean gave, it would take back in equal measure.

Now, looking at the waves becoming bigger, he was suddenly filled with a compelling urge.
His hands outstretched, he walked ever so slowly towards the ocean. The waters rushed out to meet him, lapping at his feet, drawing him to them. He waded on, unperturbed. He had decided that this was how he wanted it to end...amidst the waters that had given him a livelihood but had taken away, his life.

Nature

2010-07-12T14:29:00.000-07:00

Seated by a rock,
With a river flowing by,
The day is almost up,
And the night is nigh.

The twittering of the birds
And the flowing of the stream,
Everything in perfect harmony,
Is this just a dream?

Across the other shore,
Stands a mountain splendid.
Its slopes colored a lush green,
It rises from where the river ended.

The sunlight on the mountain top,
And the glistening snow,
Its wonderful, this spectacle,
Yet it makes me forlorn.

For seeing everything so perfect,
Reminds me of everything that's wrong with me,
If nature is so perfect,
Why can't we as humans be?

The journey of a lifetime

2010-06-13T10:01:00.000-07:00

Full of twists and turns,
Filled with heart-aches and burns,
Yet strangely fulfilling,
And certainly living up-to its billing,
Is this journey on which we travel,
A journey that is full of revelations,
Where at each step, we, new mysteries unravel,
And a great deal, about ourselves, we learn.

A journey that leads us,
Through terrain uncharted,
A journey that bring us,
Face to face with people unknown,
A journey full of strife,
Yet its strangely beautiful,
Is this journey,
This journey called life.

PJ Compendium

2010-02-04T12:19:00.001-08:00

Been coming across a number of PJ’s daily :), but still am hard pressed to remember any when the time comes to regale (read: shoo off) others.

Cataloguing these for future reference and to read when I’m absolutely vella.

<PJ>

On your way from one Indian village to another, you must pass through a dense forest. You enter the forest, hoping to make it to the other end safe and sound, but, after about an hour, you are completely and utterly lost. (Had to be so :)). With no rations, your chances of survival look bleak. You had however, brought along your trusted butcher knife (don’t ask me why :P). So mate…now you’re faced with a problem: how in the world will you find your way out of this maze of a jungle.

--You can’t take long, you have limited strength in you. If only you could find someone who would take you directly to your destination :(.

So without further ado, I present my answer *SPOILER*: You see that hyena standing right there, looking at you suspiciously…well charge it with your butcher knife. Why you ask??? => “jab giidad ki maut aati hai toh wo shahar ki oor bhaagta hai”

</PJ>

The shutter-bug bites

2010-01-15T15:04:00.000-08:00

Many times, I just wish...really really wish that I knew more about photography...With that in mind, these days, I am giving trying to understand photography a real shot.

Here is my photostream on flickr (yeah I just created it :P), and hopefully, I can keep it updated with snaps that I take when I'm whiling time.

Here are the pics currently on the same (these were taken in my room when I was trying to get intimately acquainted with the intricacies of my camera, especially the manual focusing and macro mode):

Goddess Durga

A portion of my bed-sheet

...yeah I like kiddie bed-sheets full of flowers, etc :)

I promise

2009-12-27T09:47:00.000-08:00

How I wish,
I could promise you this,
That I'd never leave your side,
That for ever and ever,
I shall be your guide.

And how I wish,
I could promise you this,
That you'd never have to cope,
With fear and sorrow...
And that each tomorrow,
Would be filled with with happiness plenty.

Oh and how I wish,
I could promise you this,
That come what may,
We shall not part ways,
Together we shall walk...always.

But promise you these things, I can't.
For dear, life is uncertain,
And you and I know not,
What hardships it may bring,
and when He may draw the curtain.

But, yet, a promise I can make,
I promise you this,
Sealed with this kiss,
That I shall love you,
Each day, more than ever,
For as long as I live...

Friends

2009-12-22T11:17:00.000-08:00

A trifle afraid,
Somewhat flustered,
Very excited,
Rather clustered.

We pour,
Into our first class.
Surrounded by faces unknown,
To and fro, our furtive eyes dart,
And at each other we stare,
Till to speak does one dare.
...
...
Time passes...
Soon, with smiles on our faces,
We meet.
With a pleasant wave,
Each other, we greet.

Bonds form,
Knit by experiences shared,
Glued by secrets deep,
Secrets that we promise to keep.
...
...
Time flies...
Our friendship strengthens,
As the time spent together lengthens.

We hang out when free,
We catch the latest movie,
And our friendship blossoms,
The time we spend together is just plain awesome. (:))
...
...
But alas,
When do good times ever last.
Before we know,
It is time,
When we must part.
And onwards on our life's journey,
We must depart.

The last few days,
Pass quickly away,
Sorrowful eyes,
Bid each other goodbye.
...
...
Hopefully we continue to meet often,
To look back on the fun times spent,
To regale each other with stories new,
And tell tales too amazing to be true!

For friends we were,
Friends we are,
and forever,
We shall remain.

A Love Letter

2009-12-14T11:01:00.000-08:00

Your lips curl up into a smile,
And I am beside myself with joy.
A sad tear runs down your tender cheek,
And I wallow in despair.

Each word echoing from your lips,
Is like the ringing of sweet bells.
Your laughter is intoxicating like wine,
Always leaving me wanting for more.

Your eyes, the depth of the ocean they hold,
And mesmerize me whenever I look at them,
Your silky hair, in the cool breeze they sway,
And enamored by these locks, my heart does sigh.

I could keep on writing things about you, my love,
Trying to state how much I love you,
And yet, just as an artist can't do justice Mother Nature,
My word's would never do any justice to my feelings for you,
For no matter how hard I try,
My words shall miserably fail
At trying to capture my love for you.
Still, I attempt to surmise:

The memories of the time spent with you remain etched in my heart.
And the hope of getting to see you again,
Is what gets me through the toughest of ordeals.
You are my world, love,
You are my world and much more.
For if it weren't for you, my love,
I'd be nothing...nothing at all.

Natural sojourn

2009-10-20T11:21:00.000-07:00

Blogging after a looong time again :)...but by now, I guess the readers of this blog (if there yet remain any) would have become accustomed to the infrequent updates.

Seeing that my intellectual capacity and also my limited vocabulary are very much unlikely to be the source of works having great literary value every other week, I have decided to veer off from my domain of poems and the likes and shall, from now on, write about...well...anything under the sun. This is in the hope that the increased subject matter that I can now choose to write about will result in an increase in the frequency of updates :)

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Standing by the cliff, I gaze out into the horizon. I am greeted by the numerous cascading ranges of mountains, gently fading away into the sky. A cool gentle breeze blows by me, ruffling my hair. The breeze itself is intoxicating, full of the fragrance of myriad flowers.

The sound of the wind crashing into the mountains is punctuated by the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. The trees sway to and fro majestically, their movement in perfect harmony with each other.

The sun peers out of the clouds occasionally, briefly imparting the sky a brilliant, almost surreal golden hue. When this happens, the sun's rays rush down to the earth, meeting first with the highest peaks and then flowing down into the valleys, filling them up with gold. It truely is a sight to behold.

It has been a long time since I have felt so carefree...

The one for me

2008-12-26T00:01:00.000-08:00

Well, I subscribe to the romantic notion that somewhere out there, there's someone meant for me (umm, well...just for me...i am a bit possessive u see :))...just penned down something towards this end
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Where? I have no clue,
But I know it is true,
That somewhere, the one for me does await,
Waiting to be united with me by fate.

She may be,
Just round the alley,
Passing before me daily,
Just that I don't notice.

OR

She may be,
A thousand miles away,
Where the winds hold sway,
Kissing her silky hair gently.

Where? I really have no clue,
But I know it is definitely true,
That somewhere out there, the one for me does await,
Waiting to be finally united with me by fate.
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The Wonder Years

2008-12-15T04:01:00.000-08:00

Firstly, a heart-felt apology for me being a (very) lazy person (but then this very laziness is an integral part of me :(...one which i'd like to do away with)
this is something I've written about the nostalgic feeling that we are bound to get when we people move on from college...i myself have experienced it when i left boarding school in class 10th...i remember distinctly that it was sad (to the point of bringing tears to my eyes) to think of leaving people who had been an integral part of my life for 8 long years...although you do keep in touch with your closest friends, its not the same as being there with them day in and day out.

This is dedicated to all people that I've had the pleasure of befriending, be it at SEM, Columbas or at NSIT...Thank you for considering me worthy of your friendship.

Hark the day steadily approaches,
When we shall part in separate coaches,
//coaches: probably the metro to our homes
To carry on this journey called life,
//remember life's a journey not a destination
Taking along memories of fun and strife.
//Fun:Receiving treats. Strife:Giving them

Tis far as yet, but not for long,
//Umm the 31st of May I guess??
And one day it will finally dawn,
//The 31st again
And then we shall bid adieu,
//Bye, tata, see you, et all
Amidst a solemn milieu.
//I guess we will be feeling sad when we part

Will we meet again after we part,
//Of course we will...this is just a poem
This I know not as of now,
//Am not a soothsayer you see
But for this much I can vow,
//But can't promise that i'll keep my vow
You will always have a place in my heart.
//Plenty of space there :P

The experiences we've shared together,
//Bunking classes...heck full day(s) bunk
The hardships that we've had to weather,
//Rs 500 :( :( :(
The moments we've whiled away,
//Too many to specify...more like every moment
Chatting idly all the day,
//This is pretty much all we did right??
All these, I will fondly remember,
//Yeah seriously
And cherish for ever and ever.
//Well at least as long as my memory would allow

P.S.: I'm becoming a rather good coder right? Look the poem's commented too! :P

Dunno why, but i find it impossible to resist myself from using rhyming words for every line which is a sort of a strain on my limited vocabulary...so the above piece is not as good in conveying what i really feel :(...but then i hope u people get the gist.

Ok if someone's in the same nostalgic mood, might I recommend the song "Purani Jeans Aur Guitar" by Ali Haider, lyrics at =>
(http://www.hindilyrix.com/songs/get_song_Purani%20jeans%20aur%20guitar.html)
I always feel so senti after hearing this, despite me not being the cigarette smoking types.

Edit: On re-reading this, the commenting makes it rather confusing...here's it all as one

Hark the day steadily approaches,
When we shall part in separate coaches,
To carry on this journey called life,
Taking with us memories of fun and strife.

Tis far as yet, but not for long,
And one day it will finally dawn,
And then we shall bid adieu,
Amidst a solemn milieu.

Will we meet again after we part,
This I know not as of now,
But for this much I can vow,
You will always have a place in my heart.

The experiences we've shared together,
The hardships that we've had to weather,
The moments we've whiled away,
Chatting idly all the day,
All these, I will fondly remember,
And cherish for ever and ever.

Childhood

2008-09-23T05:05:00.000-07:00

On a rainy day,
Children with paper boats play,
Enjoying with all their heart,
The scenic beauty, the divine Art.

Alas I can't do the same, I restrain,
For me the rain's an added pain.

On a snowy day,
With Christmas not far away,
Children hold snowball fights grand,
Grateful for the weather at hand.

Alas I can't do the same, I restrain,
The snow's bad just like the rain.

Despite trying, envy these kids I must,
As they play in while I brush off the dust.
For they enjoy life to the full, unrestrained,
Making me wish I were a child once again.

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Finally back again after a long (ok spelled looooooooong) hiatus :P, mostly health imposed, partly study imposed and a teeny weeny bit hard disk (or rather its lack of) imposed. Can't possibly summarize my entire month in here i guess...

oh i just might=> sleep, sleep, sleep, eat, sleep, watch tv, sleep...that's pretty much how the bed-rest portion of the period went...thankfully, i had great friends (and a constant supply of nagraj and super commando dhruv comics) to give me company during this rather boring span of time (i finally did realize sleep does become boring at some point of time) ...thanx guys for the support:)

the study period was an alternating cycle of study,sleep,study,sleep,...(you get the hang)

then finally disaster struck when my beloved hdd's glorious 4 years of existence came to an abrupt end...may she rest in peace and not be envious of the new one promptly purchased to replace her.

Smile

2008-08-18T10:54:00.000-07:00

Shed not tears of sorrow,
For there is always tomorrow,
Do not dwell upon your gloom,
For soon, flowers will be in full bloom.

A new day will soon dawn,
The night will soon turn to morn,
The dark rain clouds will soon give way,
For a bright and sunny day.

Rather smile a while, ever so often,
For a smile does the toughest soften.

Aside=>There's a wonderful song related to smiling too u know:Words (beegees)...heck even Kabhi Kabhi Aditi from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na
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College started today...nothing much...have to get rid of this habit of sleeping late soon though as I feel sleepy during the day :P

Memories

2008-08-16T09:43:00.000-07:00

The glowing warmth of her smile,
The sweet chats every once in a while,
The long walks in the weather fine,
The nights when we'd by the candle dine,

Those truly were the days divine,
The water, too, was intoxicating like wine,
And the mere sound of her voice fine,
Sent warm shudders down my spine.

Now, begone are the days that were so dear,
Yet, I cling onto the memories mere,
For they still bring a smile to my face,
And I wish the times will soon return by god's grace.
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Every once in a while I think a bit of Kats so please pardon my romantic monologues (a pep up poem is next on the cards promise ;))...Raksha Bandhan today...celebrated with bro, and cousins...had a great time and ate a lot (for me, the two are somehow strongly related :P). And to top it off I slept during the day (yippee)

The secret of success

2008-08-12T09:59:00.001-07:00

Dream big, for great things aspire,
And in your belly have the fire,
To fulfill your heart's desire,
Then success is all yours sire.

Take aim for the stars,
Break out from the bars -
The self-imposed shackles that,
Keep you pinned down to the mat.

And, like an eagle soar,
For you are destined for much more,
Have full belief in this fact,
And upon the above suggestions act.
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Nothing much done today...was off to Puneet's place, followed by a visit to the British High Commision where my bro works, followed by a relaxing nap on arriving home, now to be followed by a night awake for making full use of the 2mbps connection :P

One little candle

2008-08-11T09:30:00.000-07:00

Okay this bit's not my original creation...yet it sort of fitted the mood the previous poems have had...i and my classmates were told this @ class 7th by our class-teacher Mrs Rathore.

When the day seems dark and dreary,
And the way seems hard to find,
Don't let your heart be weary,
Just keep this thought in mind,

It is better to light just one little candle,
Than to stumble in the dark,
Its better to light just one little candle,
All you need is a tiny spark,

And if we all lit just one little candle,
What a bright world it would be!

* Am not sure this is exactly how it went...The ending seems a bit abrupt to me, and i must have gotten some of the portions wrong a bit, despite how nicely Mrs Rathore taught it to us...but you people do get the general gist of what's being said right? :)

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Had a nice relaxing (read full of sleep) weekend...got an mtnl net connection (yippee!)...2mbps RuLz :)...only that the night unlimited thing has got me to modify my body clock a bit...streamed the final episodes of avatar over it (minor spoiler: nice happy ending)...saw Sing is Kinng...drooled over Kats...have been drooling since :) (plz plz plz Kats read this humble blog and come to know of my devotion towards you :))

The Wheel of Time

2008-08-06T20:39:00.001-07:00

Slowly turns the wheel of time,

Slowly do friendships strengthen,
Slowly do shadows lengthen,
Slowly do children grow,
Slowly does the skin furrow,

Slowly turns the wheel of time,

Stealthily does the time pass,
Leaving those not up to the task,
So better not in glory bask,
Fame's fleeting, any wise man you ask,
Never on you laurels rest,
Rather, prepare for next test.

For slowly but steadily turns the wheel of time.
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Back from a short self imposed sabbatical :) (due to my laziness)...did quite a few things: worked on a presentation, applied for a MTNL net connection (my current one's baaaaad), roamed around and the likes...sadly, no new movies to report :(

Spring

2008-08-03T10:10:00.000-07:00

The flowers readily blossom forth,
The birds flock back from the north,

From atop trees,
In the scented breeze,
Birds melodiously sing.

Beneath their shade,
With a rope's aid,
Children joyously swing.

Rejoice! It is spring.
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Another fun day...(I seem to be having a number of these lately :))...Watched The Mummy with bro and niece and nephew...and whiled away a lot of time..have .gotten VC# and Web Dev running though :)...
The next day now :)...was off to college during the day...just back...had Nestea :)...talked with PnP (ok people this is my new codeword for you two :))...chatted with a few friends...That's pretty much it.

A starry night

2008-08-02T08:28:00.000-07:00

For : You people know who (Kats)

Lets stand here, you and I,
Under the starry night sky,
Gaze up now and lo! behold!
A sight too fantastic to be told,

The stars shine brightly tonight,
Together they shine with all their might,
Twinkling away from dusk to dawn,
The wondrous night sky do they adorn.

Seeing the moon's pale light flooding the sky,
We're so mesmerized, we don't notice the time fly,
The trees, catching the breeze, ever so gently rustle,
Doesn't it feel great to get away from the daily tussle,

Moments spent like this are golden indeed,
They remain forever etched in our memories,
Let's do this again sometime, you and I:
Come up here and gaze at the starry sky.

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Okay so this marks a certain veering off from my brand of motivational poetry...This was written more to motivate me, and was meant for Kats...Btw had fun today...Hung out with my school buddies...watched The Dark Knight and had food (yummy)...Then shopped around for a bag with bro and cousin...finally, what a better way to end than a (hopefully) mushy poem.

Harmony

2008-08-01T19:29:00.000-07:00

The birds chirping from the tree,
They remind me the meaning of being free,
The leaves dancing in the breeze,
To me they seem ill at ease,
The buds blossoming out to flowers,
They look so lovely, I could stare at them for hours,

The harmony in nature is there for all to see,
How I wish this is how we as humans too could be.
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Saw Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na today. Really like it...Can't get over the songs...specially Kabhi Kabhi..Then off to CP for a stroll...got back late @ night and dozed off so could not write yesterday...for those who crave my poetry...here's a belated doze :)

Try, Try, Try

2008-07-31T12:21:00.000-07:00

All is never lost, they say,
One must just keep tugging away,
No matter how many times you fail,
Do try again, the summit you'll scale.

Even when faced with the toughest bouts,
Conquer fear and never ever bail out.
When the odds are stacked heavily against you,
When your supporters seem but a few,
Do not wither, stand firm I say,
Persevere and see out the day.

Then will even mountains yield,
Finally you will, a smile wield.

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Have finally gotten my computer up and running as desired...took a lot of time...phew...nothing much else to report :)...(here I am turning lazy again)

Friendship

2008-07-30T09:41:00.000-07:00

There's nothing like having a friend dear,
A friend with whom you know no fear,
A friend with whom you can always share,
Anything you wish, be it a laugh, or a tear.

A friend who likes you for what you are,
A friend who seems near even when far,

A friend who you know will always care,
A friend who you know will always be there.

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Another day passes away...Well I did do somethings worth-while.

Also got some good news (check below...waise I know Pidank and Pidhi would be about the only vella people even caring to read this blog so I'm giving them a special mention, as a testimony of my maskaa maaring capabilities...plz do read this blog everyday guys...and leave comments :)).

Specked out my new computer :)...a 19" LCD at last yippee!!...Download of the VS thingie is now complete...hope to get a move on in that regard too...

With Pidhi's placement @ Adobe (yup this is the good news...waise sort of expected only) we people can now get down to some serious work (read partying) :)

A new day

2008-07-29T11:30:00.001-07:00

As the night does ebb away,
Slowly dawns a brand new day,

The dew drops on the glass-blades dance,
The birds, on the trees they prance,
The cold breeze gives my face a glance,
Waking me up from my trance.

There's so much new to explore,
Its not the same day any more.

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Did pretty much nothing today...Watched a couple of movies..Listened to the songs from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na a few (read lots) times over. That would be pretty much it.