Wednesday, May 31, 2006


What's in a name??? Lots, if you are called Bulbul

My name is Bulbul. I am glad I cannot see your face; coz I always encounter some sort of reaction. When I was a kid, the teachers loved me; they specially loved my name. How could anyone forget it? It sounded so cute… Bulbul… the bird. And then I would be blasted with questions like; “can u sing? I am sure you have a good voice”. Lady, if I start singing the donkeys will murder me.

I asked my mom why she named me Bulbul. She said she liked the name, she come across it on TV (TV should be banned… atleast people on TV with weird names should be banned).

I loved my name till I was a kid.

This is the scene from my tuitions (Engg drawing) in first year of college.

guy: hi. I am blah blah. Wats ur name?

me: bulbul

guy: wat? I didn’t get u

me: bulbul

guy: ur name is bulbul?

(laughing uncontrollably)

me: (zapped and speechless)

I swear this is how it happened. And that’s when I realized my name aint “cool”. I wanted to murder the rascal.

These days when I introduce myself, this is how it goes:

Me: hi, I am bulbul.

Him/her: babloo? Can u spell it plz?

Me (mortified): no no, it is bulbul… the bird, u know

During Chaos (IIMA-A) fest last year, I saw this really cute guy anchoring the Mountain Dew competition… I pulled my friend for the contest so we could talk to him… and he called me “Bubbly”. I hated him after that.

These are the nicks I have earned (yeah… literally slaved for them) in the last few years:

Bul

Buls

Bull

Bulls

Double Bull

Lublub

Kill Bul (that is on everyone’s agenda at TAPMI)

Tul Bul

Bubbly

GulBul

But I am glad I am named Bulbul and not something as common as Pooja, Gita or Sita (no offence to all the Poojas, Sitas and Gitas).

By the way, my sis is named Pearl and my bro is Ash (how I envy them!!!)… if you want exotic and different names for your children, or even for yourself, contact my parents.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006









Yippie!!! Me... Happy

When was the last time you were happy? I mean, really, truly happy… not having fun happy or excited happy… but genuinely happy, where source is not external but internal… like, you want to hug everyone who crosses your path. That’s wat I feel right now. It is 11:44 pm. I am in my room, all alone… working on my project, chatting with 3 friends, blogging… I am Gemini, so I need to do atleast a million things at a time. It comes naturally to me.

My best moments are the ones I spend alone. I am not exactly a loner, but I like my space. After 10 pm every night, I like to spend my time online with my friends and I hate being interrupted.

I am listening to good music. While listening to “I need you” by Marc Anthony, I closed my eyes. I thought my mind would conjure up images of my recent crush or the love of my life. But, guess what? I saw no-one, just darkness and I have never felt better… ok, maybe I have; but I can't seem to remember it.

So, finally I am free… free from the monsters, the heartbreak, the sadness. I don’t hate him and I don’t love him as much as I used to… of course, I care… a hell lot.

I believe we don’t stop loving someone… and love means love… two-sided. One-sided is just infatuation, crush. Love lasts forever.

Love on this planet (don’t know if the theory extends to other planets… it is still under testing… any aliens reading this can apply for the tests) is constant; just like energy. Energy changes from one form to another, in the same way when you give love it comes back to you. Unfortunately, it comes from the one you least expect.

I do enjoy people’s company… but at the end of the day, I just like to lie down, listen to good music, munch on something and read. And I treasure these moments because they are few and far between.

Monday, May 29, 2006


I watched Fanaa on 26th May… first day, first show. Let me narrate how I made such a big mistake. I love movies; they are my favorite time pass. I can watch any movie on TV: art, govinda, mithun etc etc. But watching a movie in a theatre is different. For 3 hours, I will be stuck with the same person in the same seat, which; considering the fact that I am a Gemini, is very difficult. So, I watch only good movies in a theatre after reading their reviews and doing a cost-benefit analysis (some benefit of studying in a B-School) and that too only with good company.

I have a friend H. He had been eagerly waiting for the release of Fanaa and so, I gave in. He leads such a sad life that I hate to impose myself on him. We booked the tickets which were home delivered.

I hate missing the ads in the theatre. They are the best part of the movie. So, we reached bright and early. We don’t even wake up that early for work. The movie began. After the first 15 mins, I was ready to puke. I mean, who the hell falls in love and sleeps (maybe this they do) with a guy after just 5 days? And the shayari got to me. What was Rehaan thinking? "She is so pretty; I’ll spend my entire life just looking at her. Thank god, she cannot see me. I look like a buffoon". Sorry, but I am cynical. My heartbreak has just increased this cynicism. And I swear I saw H shed a tear… I hope he was crying out of disappointment and not coz he found it sentimental… but I can’t be sure… Kal ho na ho is one of his fav movies. I walked out 5 mins before the end of the movie coz I got tired of waiting for Shahrukh to die.

Getting back, Zoobin’s parents are ready to get her married to Rehaan. She gets her eyes operated and regains her vision (wait, she cant regain it if she never had it in the first place, but you know what I mean). Her parents are happy, but she gets the news that Rehaan has died due to a blast at Parliament (some terrorist attack) and Zoobin is guilty coz she had sent him to Parliament to fetch Jolly Singh (lets not even get into this). Next scene shows Rehaan fleeing from India. Apparently, he is in love in Zoobin but his purpose in life (don’t ask wat it is… they probably forgot to mention) comes before anything else.

The cops are looking for the terrorists (why is Tabu shown pregnant?). Some organization called IKF ne tabaahi macha li hai. Rehaan has infiltrated into the army to get hold of the trigger to a bomb which can demolish an entire city (I have heard that one before... which movie was it??). He is in the team in charge for getting the trigger safely… poisons the other dudes and jumps off the helicopter…. Cops chase him... bullets hit him.

And this scene is good: he knocks at a door which is opened by Kajol. She screams; “Rehaan”. And Rehaan is shocked that she recognized him, but she had named her son after him… people, whatever happened to condoms and pills? I mean, they look middle-aged in the movie. How dumb are we supposed to be!!!

She takes him in, nurses him. He realizes Rehaan is his son. She is living with her dad. There is a storm and he cannot leave (how typical!!!). Somehow, she senses this guy is Rehaan and he confesses. Everything is hunky-dory till his pic is spilled in on TVs everywhere. Dad suspects him and takes him to his friend’s house to shoot him. But in the kheecha-kheechi, dad slips off the cliff. Rehaan kills dad’s friend too.

Now, the tackiest scene of all: Zoobin is filling water and sees her dad's dead body floating under the ice. She asks Rehaan about dad and he says that he is staying over with his friend. Zoobin flees the house with her son and informs the cops through the radio. Rehaan follows her and asks her to return the trigger. He just wants to give it to the terrorists and then they can live happily ever after.

He snatches the trigger; Zoobin follows him and shoots him. The cops arrive in time (for once) and kill the other bad guys.

Watch it at your risk and if you like it, plz plz stay at least 22 yards away from me. But yeah, I laughed throughout the second half…. “Sorry, lady sitting on my right, for the weird expressions and antics and giggling and pretence of killing myself”

But the songs are good... my fav is Dekho Na....



Guys in my life!!!


I am 23 (almost… few more days to go). With all the experience I have had with guys (mostly creeps); I have categorized the guys as follows… as a result of numerous discussions among a particular group of girls in the TAPMI Batch 2007….

1) Diaper despo:

He is around 21 years (maybe less), has had no experience with girls. Yash Chopra and Shahrukh Khan Movies have brain-washed him and he is looking for some Simran in a certain B-School. When he thinks he has found her, her “no” is interpreted as “Keep trying… I like the attention and will probably reciprocate in the next 5 yrs, if not later”. It is difficult to be friends with him because Simran is always on his mind.

Me: I am having such a good time with him. I wish he was not into Simran. He is so committed, even though a little impractical and romantic.

DD: I am having such a good time. If only it was Simran and not this ugly b****. Sigh!!! Just my luck to be stuck with her. Is Simran thinking about me right now? Is it ok to call her 10 times per day or should I increase the frequency, that way I have to wait for 2.5 yrs or more.

2) Mr. Casanova:

He falls for any girl he talks to. He is desperate to have a gf… period. It does not matter who it is… will flirt with anyone with u-know-wat.

Me: Hi, how are you? Where have u been?

C: Hey, beautiful.

Me: umm... u talking to me?

C (trying to grasp my hand): I have been thinking about you… a lot.

Me (trying to remove my hand politely and unsuccessfully): good... good... I have to go. AAF and all, na? Lot of work. Bye.

3) Experienced Despo:

The difference ED and C is that ED doesn’t deign girls important enough to flirt with them. Don’t ask me who is better. He is cool about girls cracking non-veg jokes coz he can embarrass the girls into silence with his more crass ones. He used to be a nice, dedicated guy until some girl broke his heart and now he believes in taking his vengeance from the rest of us.

Me: Hi. Did u hear that one about “tit-for-tat”? Hehehehe!!!

ED: Lady, grow up. I find the one about “beating round the bush” funnier… hehehehe

Me (running away with as much dignity as I can muster)

4) Jhoru meri Gulaam Despo:

My girl shall not talk to guys unless she has to prove she is not dumb. She shall not find anyone except me remotely attractive or I will kill that “anyone”. She shall pretend to have no knowledge about the three letter word around which my life revolves. Her sole aim in life should be to treat a certain B-School as a finishing school and prepare for a future with me.

Me: Hi. Have u seen Simran?

JMGD: umm, she went to the canteen (without me). Can u check out who is sitting with her? I just don’t trust any guy with her. I mean, I don’t trust the guys… I trust her. You know what men are like!!!

5) I-hate-girls-despo:

He hates girls… period!!! I don’t know if he is gay.

6) Non-Existent-Mr. Right:

He is the guy every girl is searching and waiting for. Sometimes, a guy from any of the above categories seems to be NEMR, but Simran is sorely disappointed when she removes his mask. Her hopes of his existence are waning day by day.

Disclaimer: The above categories do not include guys who are committed or have just been dumped... coz the best ones have been taken and we are left with the wierdos.

Sunday, May 28, 2006



Reservations


I have wanted to write about something that I have been thinking, reading and discussing for weeks now. That is reservations. Initially, when I read about the government’s decision, I was shocked. How can they blatantly kill democracy like this? I shouldn’t have been surprised; movies, valentine’s day, books etc are banned in India. Right now, reservations do not affect me. I’ll have a job (hopefully) by the time the law is framed. But what about later? When I want to switch jobs? I cannot pretend that it is not going to affect everyone; no matter what stage in life they are at. What about my brother? He is preparing for IIT? How will I feel if he cannot make it because of reservations for less meritous students?

I wish I could protest. But I am stuck in Chennai and too busy working on my summer project. I have not even heard of any protests out here. Come to think of it, South does seem to be cut off from the rest of India. It is like I am on another planet. People worship actors out here, men and women sit away from each other like they have AIDS or something (AIDS chune se nahi felta), worst is wherever I go I seem to be the only girl in jeans. I feel like an alien.

Coming back to the topic… I can vote, but I have voted only once. I have never stayed at home but that is just an excuse. If I wanted to exercise my Adult Franchise I would have done it. Why should the ruling party consider my interest? I know they are supposed to… in an ideal world. But we know what politics is like. The vote bank is SC/ST and OBCs. Why should the govt worry about the general junta? So, let us exercise our rights from now onwards.

But that still does not solve our problem. I think the protests are justified. We are just demanding a committee which will look into the success or failure of reservations. How difficult is that? Arjun Singh’s interview with Karan Thappar was pathetic. Doesn’t he think that we are at least worthy of the rationale behind the decision? All he had to do was prepare for the interview, give proper justifications and prevent himself from looking like an ass. Is he really that dumb and stupid?

A lot of my traitor-friends running away to the USA have used reservations as an excuse for deserting India. All I can say is, I would never leave this country. At least here I have a voice and can protest. Would I be able to do that in the USA? I would be a nameless face. No party would support my interests.

I have not signed any petitions or forwarded any sms because I don’t think they will help. But yes, if I get the opportunity I will attend a rally and even go on a hunger strike.

Sunday, May 21, 2006


Outbound-2006


I have discovered more about myself in one year at TAPMI than I could in four years of my engineering. MBA is not just about knowledge about the subjects, but knowledge about you. More on this some other time. There is one experience which I will always remember and that is Outbound.

Outbound is a part of the curriculum where we spend a week at Natraja Gurukul near Bangalore. Those who fail to complete it have to repeat it the following year with the juniors. After 5th theme (the mother of all themes), we set out for Natraja Gurukul. I had heard horror as well as memorable stories about Outbound from the seniors. We were given one warning: Do as you are told. Don’t find a reason in what you are doing. Just do it. That will keep you optimistic till the end. I didn’t think too much about it that time. But for the next week, these words kept buzzing in my brain and they were my savior.

Day 1:
We reached the Gurukul in the morning. We were allotted tents: 3 girls per tent. Sharmistha (my roomie at TAPMI) was my tent mate. Artee and Aparna (my good friends- we are called “Charlie’s Angels… yeah, we kick ass) were in the adjoining tent with Sahana (Aparna’s roomie) and Pavan (one of the chill girls at TAPMI). We were briefed about the Dos (there wasn’t much to say about that) and the Don’ts (no cell phones, don’t be late, come together for meals etc etc). After being fed (the food is the best I’ve ever had to-date and it was nourishing). At around 3 pm, we trekked to the top of the hill (the name was some-beta… beta means hill) and were briefed about the region. After we memorized the names of the surrounding hills, villages, the national park etc; we were taken to the cave; the one we had heard horror stories about. We formed a human chain; all of us were holding hands as we entered. We had to slide into it lying down. The girls who were weak (meaning: scared) were in the middle while the strong (meaning: not scared) were at the end of the chain. Archana was in front of me and Payal behind me. The cave was pitch dark, our torches had been confiscated. We had to keep our voices down incase the bats got disturbed. I couldn’t see a thing. If I would have let go of Archana’s hand, I would get lost and so would the 5 girls behind me. For sometime, Uma got lost and the instructor had to rescue her. But all-in-all it was fun and not scary as the guys had described it. We headed back to the camp in the evening. It was tiring and just the beginning. This was the only exercise I had had after months of being cooped up in classroom or the library and I welcomed it. We had been divided into teams at random (that was a good thing… prevented group formations) and my team consisted of Aarthi, Purvasha, Deepa, Sahana, Priya and Archana. We chose Purvasha as the team leader because she wanted to be one. Neither of us wanted to be responsible about the others (I know I am selfish, but then I realized I did not like to lead. It is tiring. I’d rather stay in the sidelines). After a good dinner, we watched the movie ice age. It was freezing cold in the night. Thankfully, I had carried a warm jacket; but since I didn’t have a sleeping bag I had to sleep on the tarpaulin on the hard ground with only a bed sheet covering me. Next to me, Sharmistha was sweating in her sleeping bag. How I envied her. I finally dozed off but some insect bit me hard. I was scared incase it was poisonous. We had spotted a cobra skin in the camp earlier in the day. I switched on my torch and began the search for the blasted snake. I was glad when I found nothing; but the commotion had woken up Sharmistha. Our bodies were aching and we took painkillers after snacking on some chips we had hidden in our bags. It felt nice and it is one of the (few) best moments with my roomie.

Day 2:
We woke up at 6 am. There were two bathrooms for 30 girls. We were lucky, the boys had to take a bath in the open; and that too in the month of October when it was raining. For brushing and washing up, there were taps in the open. I felt nostalgic about Sophia (my boarding school). We would line up early in the morning for a wash with our mugs and toiletries. At 7 am, we went for a jog and exercises. The instructors were strict. No excuses worked with them. We then headed for breakfast after which we were taught the technique to climb rocks. “Use your toes only, not your heel. Walk on your toes”; barked the instructor. We practiced till lunch. Every time one of us successfully climbed the boulder, everyone else cheered. And when we were having difficulty, the others encouraged. It was team spirit at its best. The instructors seemed to know everyone’s capability and pushed us only to our limits. When I tried climbing one of the boulders, I fell on my back. My head narrowly missed hitting the rock. It was close and frightening. But some of the girls like Aparna Setya managed to climb even the most daunting boulders. It was amazing. I had bruised my palm and it looked sore. I was so proud of myself. It was like my salary after all the hard work. What is the point of doing something if you don’t have anything to show for it? In the evening, we played throw ball and volley ball. I didn’t join in the volley ball and we sat in the side lines gossiping about our regulars (the ones “we” always gossip about. There never disappoint us as they always create waves). We also had compass and map reading classes for the next day.

Day 3:
We were looking forward to this day. Today was day navigation. We were given the number of degrees on compass and some clues. We had to reach our destination and bring the flag by evening. If we failed, we would have to leave the Gurukul; which means our course would be incomplete and we would have to come again next year with the juniors. All the teams were given their destination at half hour gaps. We were asked to follow the compass… if it indicated a pond, then wade through the pond and not look for a way around it. So, we crossed fields, mines, forest etc. The compass showed that our destination was the highest mountain in that region. I kept walking without thinking too much about it. Then we reached the forest and for sometime we were lost. We had been advised not to asked the villagers the way because they directed to the wrong path for some fun. But we couldn’t resist it. We came across two other teams. They had been sent before us, but we were faster than them (Hehehe!!!). Our last hurdle was an elephant trench (it is built to keep elephants of the forest from entering the village. We were even given ropes incase one of us fell into the trench and needed to be pulled up) which would lead us to the bottom of the hill. At the edge of the trench we met the other team. The forest guard was preventing us from entering the trench because elephants were creating riot inside. Honestly, we didn’t care. We thought he wanted money and was creating problems. But he was adamant. Kala’s group had tried to sneak inside but he caught them. We were in a fix. There was no way to contact the instructors. Should we go back or find another way to reach our destination? The team leaders borrowed some money (the smarter ones were carrying it) and went to call the Gurukul; the rest of us waited, in the blazing heat, for them to return. Finally, we returned without completing day navigation. We were disappointed and angry that the instructors could risk our lives like this. Some of the elephants had attacked the nearby villages and the forest guard had done us a favor by stopping us.

Day 4:
The rigor of each day kept increasing day by day. What lay ahead was always more difficult. And all of us seemed to be doing pretty well. There were no mishaps, no untoward incidents. Sushma was a little ill but everyone was holding up well. But today was the test. For some, today would be the worst day. There were activities lined up for us:

1) River crossing: We had to crawl across a chasm on a rope. There was a safety rope attached to our waist. When my turn came, I was scared; but I pretended otherwise. I spoke little during outbound; mainly because I am not good at expressing my feelings. And most of the times, I was not sure what I was feeling. I tired to stop thinking. Some people control fear by thinking about the situation. I control it by not thinking; I just stop listening to my mind and my heart. All I knew was I had to cross the chasm, come what may. I didn’t have an option; and that was that. I wanted to keep my head if something went wrong. Fear was a disadvantage. I had no use for it. River crossing gave me a high. I have not tried bungee-jumping, but now I know what makes people do it. And the view was amazing. I never wanted it to end. But end it did.

2) Rappling: This is a technique used to descend a rock. Safety rope is tied around the waist. We have to lean perpendicular to the rock (freaking) and then walk backwards. One hand has to be behind acting like a brake and the other one is front to control the speed. I was terrified when I had to lean backwards. I didn’t think I could do it. And I hated myself for feeling this way. I wanted to be calm, at least on the outside. But after a few steps, I was hit with an amazing feeling. No wonder people are hooked to adventure sports. You have to try it to believe it. I just have to close my eyes and I can relive that moment again.

3) Zoomering: This is the technique used to ascend a mountain using Zoomers. Zoomers are fixed to a rope and they have to be pulled up manually. This was supposed to be the worst part of outbound. My friend (will not name her) was one of the first two to zoomer. There were parallel ropes and two girls had to ascend at a time. Since one girl got stuck, my friend was hanging there for 45 minutes in the heat. Her safety rope was tied directly on her back and it cut into her skin. The instructor had to pull her up. She was crying and there were thick red marks where the rope had hurt her. She was angry, at herself and at the instructors. She is one of the strongest people at TAPMI and seeing her like that made me anxious. The entire outbound experience was ruined for her. When my turn came, I was calm and concentrating on the zoomers. It was tiring, but I quickly reached the rock. The tricky part was climbing the rock. The rope was close to the rock and every time I tried to push the zoomer, I scraped my fingers against the rock. Man, that hurt. By the time I pulled myself up, my fingers were bleeding and my left leg was shivering, but I had a sense of achievement. It was like; “If I can do this, I can do anything”.

Day 5:
4) Shoulder Rappling: I went for shoulder rappelling. The only difference is the rope passes the shoulder. When I was about the reach the bottom, I was tired; I let go and slid down the rock. That gave me a jolt and I realized I am not invincible. I have limitations. Kala was the first one to try it out and the rope slid off her shoulder. She was hanging on the rock. Anyone else would have lost all control. But that brave lady got up and completed it.

5) Stomach Rappling: I was so shaken up after the incident; I did not want to push myself to the edge. I did not do this. In the other kind of rappelling, we were not facing the rock, but in this we had to face the rock and walk perpendicularly. For most of the girls, it was bum rappelling as they slid down on the butt. I was happy clicking away everyone’s photographs rather than sliding down. Did I chicken out? If I could go again, I would definitely do it this time. I hate to leave things mid-way. What has been started should be given proper closure, else it haunts.

We left in the evening for the hill where we would camp for 2 nights. The ration was handed over to the team leaders and we distributed it among ourselves. Priya had hurt her leg and left the camp. So, it was us 5 now. We were carrying 6 kg in our back packs (no exaggeration… and no, like always I did not over-pack. I didn’t have space even for my deo). The hill we had to ascend was 300 feet. We had to climb it without any safety ropes. If we skid, we take the others behind with us and we skid to the bottom. When I was at the bottom, I didn’t know whether I would make it. I didn’t know if I was brave. How could I? I have never been in such a situation before. I could be the one who would cry or fall or climb up without mishap. I didn’t know; but I was going to find out. To cut it short, I did fine. I didn’t need help while climbing. The instructors helped us every time we got stuck. We had to look for footholds and use our toes to climb up. When I reached the top; I thought of putting it down on my CV.

Achievement: climbed 300 feet without safety rope with 6 kgs on my back.

We collected firewood, lit fire, cooked food, had dinner, and spread out the tarpaulins. There was a small pool of water infested with frogs and a water snake. It was green in color and we used it to cook. And yes, we are all still alive. Everyone kept awake by turns to keep the fire burning to ward off wild animals.

Day 5:
After a quick breakfast, there was more rappelling and gossip session under the rock. In the evening, we were handed compass and given the destination. We had to reach the top of the hill by 2 am. If we didn’t, our course would remain incomplete. We started off. We crossed villages and walked on the highway. At 10 pm we reached the pyramid. It is under construction and once completed will be the largest in Asia. The care taker sent 2 villagers who escorted us to a temple at the bottom of the hill. It started raining and we were hungry. As soon as it stopped raining, we got ready to leave. But then some of the girls saw two bright eyes peering from the bushes. There were the eyes of a large animal. The temple was in the middle of the forest. There were rumors that a panther had entered the forest. We took a majority vote and headed back to the pyramid. We spent the night and headed for the hill in the morning. The instructors were waiting at the bottom and did not look too happy. They thought we had fudged a story.

Day 6:
We walked 13 km non-stop to the camp. At night, I left for Manipal.

This post is never-ending. I have finally documented whatever I had in mind.

Saturday, May 13, 2006


My first post should have been "Why Boogerworm?" I came across the boogerworm 5 years back. I was looking for some funny forwards and I found the boogerworm. It reminded me of someone I had recently become friends with. I mailed it across to him and it changed my life.
Here is the link to the boogerworm:

http://www.funpages.com/boogerworm/

Do listen to the lyrics... silly, na? Just like me.

Do u know what I hate the most? Listening to love stories... and there cannot be love without heart-break; I end up listening to sad love kahaniya. Maybe the happy couple dont like to talk about it incase someone jinxes their happiness. Everyday I come across atleast one person willing to share his/her grief with me. The worst part is how I pretend to be Ms. Know-it-all and actually dispense advice. My only experience with love has been a 3.5 yrs long relationship; at the end of which the guy just walked out. By way of explanation I was told; "I dont believe in long distance relationships". Anyway, getting back to the topic. I have no successful experience with love and I have no desire for such anymore.
But here I am, listening with rapt attention; his/her life depends on my correct advice. One wrong move and he/she will be ruined. And I secretly smile to myself; "Thank god! It is him/her and not me". Selfish? I know...
There are other times when I try and sort things out between a couple. Talk to her and then talk to him... act as a go-between. Stupid, na? And all I really want to do is cry out; "Buddy, do you ever wonder about me? What I want? Why I am listening to your crap day in and day out? Dont you wonder if I get tired of your crying? Dont you get tired of it all?"
Maybe I am being mean. Have I forgotten what I was like when I was in a relatonship? I used to cry at the drop of a hat... was totally obssessed... couldnt control my emotions. I guess I have forgotten.
But again tom, thats what I will do. Impersonate Agony Aunt and give out love advice like I've been there and done it all with success....

Monday, May 08, 2006

This is one of my favourite poems. I had written in 10th Std when everyone was busy preparing for exams. It is amazing how people forget to smile and to live while studying. Thank god, I am not like that. Maybe thats why my grades are so low... but, who the hell cares!!!


The 20th Century

Life is so funny,

It makes all dizzy.

No-one here has time to stand and stare,

Cheerful company is rare.

With their heads buried in books,

People resemble suckers with hooks.

They have lost count of days,

As Mother Hen loses count of the eggs she lays.

The weather out is so fine,

Yet under the roof they dine.

“Where has science brought us?” I sometimes wonder,

But just in time see its outstretched hands yonder.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Hollow


I am hollow, I am empty;

But I am happy,

Can somebody explain this irony?

It goes against everything I have learned.


I like to give, I like to care,

I fall in love in my dreams,

But I fear it,

In the broad daylight.


I have nothing to say, I have no words left,

Tell me “is this how it is always going to be?”

I seek naught,

Life can throw up what it likes.


I heard someone say;

“you’ll find somebody to make you complete”

I mocked him saying; “do I need someone to complete me?

Am I not absolute as myself?”


I am writing after a long hiatus,

To express all that I don’t feel,

The void is welcome,

After all these years of turbulence.