Wednesday, 30 December 2009

The Clothes I Wear  

I wear clothes which are ought to be worn ,
don’t stare at me 'cause they are not your own .

They say the clothes I wear makes them swear ,
but , what do they know of a young man's dare ?!

Shirts I wear are dyed in strips ,
have fun guys , 'cause you never know when I ll strip .

The clothes I wear are meant to be worn ,
don’t pity now because they are still not torn .

The jeans I wear are always prone to tear ,
now , lets not talk about my underwear .

The socks I wear have a knack of their own,
smell like that could make them go into the zone .

The clothes I wear need not be all bright and gay ,
I'll look great only when you adjust Your stare .

Now You know of a young man's dare ,
so , let me wear for what I care .

I am only young before I die ,
so let me wear before that sigh .

For , I don't carry clothes to my grave ,
only a white linen will all I care .

But, they still say , clothes I wear are not to be worn,
well , after all I am one of their own .

So, with all the modesty of this young man's rhyme ,

I ask You to own me all ,

but , not the clothes that will ultimately fall .

Friday, 4 December 2009

War of the Charm and the Will  

My own self offends me sometimes or rather a lot of times . I have humiliated the beauty of my creation and its existence . So much so that the newer me is well despised by the older me and I somehow take pride in the newer me . Ironic as it may seem , it gives me a reason to live ,by removing all the reasons to live .

Charm is what I inherited . It's hereditary . Will cannot be inherited . It's environmental . Charm wasn't always dominant but just showed sparks . Will played its part very well and would never let Charm get carried away. Charm is now questioned a lot by the power of the Will .

My Will was as solid as a rock .One should notice the word was . It was  unfazed and unhurt by strong deviations and distractions . They say the more You practice the better You become . But , Will had its own Will .And so , gradually , with every fight against Charm and its attractions, it became weaker .

It's a strange story that of Will . It promised never to bow down . It always made sure that the host would be protected from it's own charm and that of other foreign objects . But , it did bow down . It's power is now fading and will soon be conquered by the beauty of Charm .

Charm , like Will , has a major weakness . It has something to conceal. Usually it's total dependence on the appreciation of others . Will , it has a starting advantage but it's major problem is the power it holds. It more than once trips on it  saying ,"It's alright to let it happen sometimes."

The fight between the Will and the Charm will continue as long as I continue . Charm is now dominant . As was Will . Later , I am sure , Will will be dominant . As is Charm now . If both of them could stop fighting and twain and form a Will of Charm , then life would be all.

And yet the fact still remains , we are all born charming, fresh, and spontaneous and must be civilized before we are fit to participate in society .

Monday, 12 October 2009

A Sadist's Rhyme  

I've never felt so lonely before ,
have lots of them around but the feeling never goes .

Felt like this even when I had the best around ,
notice the word had , it never leaves ground .

I think I am turning into a Sadist ,
I get pleasure when they see me like this .

I think it's my fault when they go wrong ,
just figured , what goes around comes around .

Things are smooth ,
but they are not sooth .

Have always modified the truth ,
have always thought it was for the greater good .

I know little of the great and of the not so great .
but , I know a lot of the evil and of the lesser evil .

Perception is always to be blamed ,
never play the assumption game .

Do not pretend ,
do not make a dent .

I do not blame You ,
better to blame the Eve of the old .

You will be called after You are dead ,
And then I'll be the Adam of the new .


And so , I was killed ,
And they are not killers .


This rhyme is just a reminder for every sadist  to know ,
I am not dead until I am dead .

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Farts, Burps and the Trip.  

Disclaimer : Sarcasm intended almost everywhere . I leave it to Your imagination .

“Farts are of two types. One, which makes noise and doesn’t smell. And another one which does not make any noise and smells” .Yes, we polluted a lot of air.
  Europe is far more beautiful than what they show in the movies. It’s a different tale to tell when you see it upfront. It’s like seeing a beauty and touching a beauty. You know the distinction now, don’t You? Mumbai, Turkey,Brussels and London just didn’t seem to end. Almost thought the entire trip would involve sleeping in big and long airports.
Sleep was of prime importance to me when I left from here to there. Only sleep could make my mouth open, involuntarily, at any given chance. What could I do? I had to sleep . I had no other option but to let it remain open. The worst part is that whenever I slept friends around would just pick  up something and put that something in my mouth. Trust me, it came in weird shapes and sizes.
They say too much of something is either too bad or just too good. We’ve had too much of both the good and the bad. And sometimes it turned ugly. But, things just got better as the days flew by. And so did the memories.
Somewhere in Belgium there is this city called Antwerp, the name we hadn’t ever heard. And with all the geography that You possess, I am sure even You couldn’t figure out where this place is. Once we figured out the place, we couldn’t figure out the make of the man who was supervising us. They called him Sankat. It goes with his name. At the end of it all that guy was termed as the smartest guy in the whole of Antwerp and Cambridge. God save all of them.
We thought being Indian was the best thing to do when you go to a Non-Indian place. We would shout on the streets, peep into their houses through very huge transparent windows. We would sneak the Cola products into our bags even when they were for free. Peeing on the streets of London was a thing to do. And even red telephone boxes were not spared. If that was not enough, we would continue staring at those kissing in the park until they were uncomfortable even holding hands.
We sometimes acted like them too. Did things which cannot be mentioned here, did things which cannot even be mentioned. Sat silently in lectures and slept a lot of times. Impressed them with a lot of stuff too, clapped proudly when India was mentioned and bunked classes for people we cared the most. We are like this and I am proud to be like this.
We’ve had friends who had got the whole of India along with them when it came to food. We set up food joints in rooms. The most popular being the A1 dhaba. Love those guys for what they had brought. Although, food wasn’t much of a concern , because all we had to do was find a Pizza Hut and order a large margarita and we were done for the day .And we could survive on it totally. Oh! And we surely had to have a coke in our hand. Water was expensive.
I have made really good friends, have tainted some and got some back. I am sure they had as much fun I had, If not more. Thank You all. Keep peeing on the roads. Not You.

Friday, 14 August 2009

This is where IIPM leads You to  

The title of this post has a very weird story .This does not mean that I don’t like the title .And its also a little weird that I like weird stuff . The story is very weird and I don’t think You like it weird . Lets spare that and move on .That’s what we do at IIPM . We move on .

The very thought of joiing IIPM led to a lot of stuff .Asad , a very close friend , once said, “ There are two kinds of people who join IIPM . they can either be fools or even bigger fools . the fools join IIPM because they do not get into any other college and the bigger fools are the ones who get good scores worth taking them into greater colleges but they join IIPM . why ? because they are even bigger fools.” I don’t know if I can be proud of that at this juncture but I belong to the second category .

No , don’t be mistaken . I love what IIPM led me to .Its like rejuvenation . I had missed my days at previous college and missed the friends I had made over there . IIPM allowed me to mellow that feeling. After college I experimented with my life by not doing anything . For the record , I was helping my mom in the business for about a year . And for that year I studied for CAT and learnt the art of screwing it up royally .Okay , You don’t have to know how much I got in that .

To be very candid , I have had this problem of expressing my feelings and I still have this problem . Even though I have decided on what to write, I still have this problem of letting You know exactly what IIPM led me to . I know You second me on that one . But , lets me try to express .

My days at IIPM were and are very hectic and I get so much pleasure in making it sound like it . First two weeks were gradual . It was more like a building phase . Friends I have made are genuine to the core and the best of the lot . Presentations and assignments scare the shit out of me and I love it . Edit the shit part if You don’t like it . There is always something or someone here to keep me busy . Although the campus at hyderabad isn’t that great , but the canteen here steals the show . all of my time is spent at the canteen . And a Table Tennis table in the canteen makes my business worth it over there . I have learnt new tricks of the trade and new tricks of impressing people . These days might just well be one of the best days of my life .Courtesy IIPM.

I have never found group discussion fun .But , its different this time .My exams are in progress right now . And everybody seems to know just a little bit to teach everybody . reminds me of the time Junaid , Hussain and I used to sit all through the night and study nothing for our graduation exams . Oh shit ! I am yet to collect my graduation certificate .

One more thing that IIPM leads to is procrastination . May be it's just me .

Saturday, 14 February 2009

De-Glue(d)  

I know myself not anymore ,
I thought I always did , all the more.

I always loved the cold,
But I thought I was being bold .

Lady , I don’t love the cold anymore ,
I have grown old , mature and more .

You have despised my attitude towards You ,
I regret and say sorry before any hullabaloo.

Also , Needless to say ,
I have despised my attitude towards You .

You always knew where the fault was ,
So have I , also known the cause .

But , we chose to be mum .
Since then , I believe , everything is numb .

Selfishness was not my trait .
It got governed by my fate .

Selflessness is also my trait ,
Though I never put it on the plate .

I once loved to be the glue ,
But once again , we are through .

I thank You for letting me know ;
For , the others never let me know .

I know I am candid for my own good ,
But calm too has done me no good .

Yes, I was weak and meek,
But change does not take place in a week .

No word is as good as Sorry ,
please don’t worry ,
for,satisfaction does not bring misery .

 
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