don't run after free candies!!

Inhumanity is human nature.Every year more or less, people of this massive hive are woken from their dreamy slumbers to the rawness of a society.It is followed by a few days of  "is this the nation we live in?" or "we need more laws" "men should be controlled" "death sentence! castrate them!" the media, facebook, twitter, blogs they are swarming like bees on this topic.A few more weeks and this will die down ,with a silent but occasional hisses like when you pour water over a dieing fire.Harsh but true.Take jessica lal case or the aarushi murder case (which is still not decisive) notice again all point to the capital. They have died long ago.

I see no change in pattern to this recent Delhi gang rape case.Don't get me wrong!I am as feminist as they come, and i am glad the increasing rape cases and atrocities against women have been come to everyone's notice.But hyping a singular event asking for death penalties for the wrong doers just doesn't seem fair enough.If such a heinous act has to be punished make them suffer for killing a young girl to satisfy their more than animal needs. It's like watching kids running towards free candy, without questioning what would be the outcomes or why at all  are they been giving free candies! the mob needs to think different.

Why not analyse what made them do such extreme acts, why not question the cause of such crimes? There have been more excruciating torturous actions against women and they live to tell the tale, why not listen to them and give them voice as strong?? no, but all they see is the candy. Politicians seek this scrumptious opportunity to sell the candies while the kiddish crowd feeds on it.

If you ask me the human mind is loosing it. It fails to stay calm and seeks solace in violence and pain. Over this year there has been reports of "mass shooting at Aurodo at the premiere of dark knight rises" and the "connecticut school shooting" and "the mistaken murder of a girl" (where the murderer thought he was killing his ex-girlfriend turns out to be an unfortunate gal wearing the same clothes) or the Guwahati gang rape which was splashed all over net in a shameful way, and countless others, the clear pointers of loosing the sanity of man. This is something the attention should be focused on.

The immediate solution to this age old atrocities is gearing up against men. If we lack in physic it's time not to be sissies and complain about lack of security but to learn to fight and aid ourselves for such emergency situations.
i am happy for the girl, who passed away for i dread to think how she would have survived even if she lived to tell the tale.But i mourn for what had caused her sudden demise. It's noone's right to take away life goes for both us and them.

HO HO HO!!!!!!

And the fat old man with beard as white as snow zooms through swishing and flying snow all the way.
" i won again you hapless carrot nose"
" me carrot.. huh! look at your's... button nose!"
"uffff... atleast watch what you are talking, you guys are on TV!! " the cameraman elf said
this Christmas thing is killing. these new age kids.. man! now i have to shoot for the reality tv. hmmffff!...

mean while in the toy factory elves were hard at work with the continuous down pour of emails sorting them, packing, labeling,  it was whole lot of work. And the gifts with naughty children were marked with a black "X" .. A sudden shout from the IT cabin followed by shouts of "i am coming! i am COMIN!!!!" by the tech maintenance guy with the thickest glasses ever seen.. the mail had crashed once again.

Going over to the old white haired elf who seemed to be as old as santa said.
"huh! it was so quite and peaceful so many letters got lost in the post. now ever single one comes! blah!!"      : may be i should edit this part :

Soon all the packed goods were being loaded in now hi-tech sledge with in built GPRS locator and power boosters. The presents seemed to be less bulky and more of slim rectangular shaped, most having ipods and tablets and laptops and xboxes. sigh! tastes keep changing.

All the elves, the toy-makers  the packers, the IT department were together standing around the huge Christmas tree with Santa and The Snowman and the reindeer something about Christmas never changes. With a booming "HO HO HO!" Santa mounted the sledge with his cousin Snowman and zoomed into the stars of north pole... little did he and others know he was being tracked by google!

with the torn one-eyed teddy bear..

A tomorrow that had come and gone

A future that had become past

A bloom withered

The tears withheld, untouched

Rains painting  grey

The colourful pyre

Flesh to smoke

A ritual as ancient as man

The child lost in the grey

A tear or a smile

She didn’t know

Staring with a torn one-eyed teddy bear

Both as blind , both as innocent

Staring at the bewilderment 

From their own corner of the world

A child's and a glass eye.. 

Staring and wondering...

Long or short?

It’s an eternal question of doubt ever since Eve had hair. The length is pretty important. Too short may make you look too boyish or too long may make you look like a lice ridden long jata of the beggar.

SNIP SNIP!

When we were children never bothered about hair much. I remember sitting in a stool in front of baba as he masterfully snipped off hair to a perfect “bati chaat” (bowl cut) it’s like those monk cuts except for the bald patch in the middle.

A few years and i started to yearn for long hair just to tie a tiny ponytail perhaps. But nah, too troublesome for a daughter of both parent’s working again i didn’t bother.

A few more years and i started to grow it. With a lot of pride i showed it off to my friends but as ever it was shunned saying “cmon that’s not long!” but my pride just thought “ huh! They are just jealous!”  But 5 months into growing it long and i was fed up already and cut it short. Short very short. I wonder how rapunzel ever managed to even comb it everyday!  

FYI: longest hair record is held by Xie Qiuping (China) at 5.627m (18 ft 5.54 in). It’s almost like growing hair is her super power!

People make a lot of fuss about hair. After my daring act of chopping of the mane, i got so many reviews about it. Some said “oh god your long hair!” (like i lost an arm!) some complimented rest disgusted. It’s like a taboo having short hair. Like it’s to own to being disciple of satan,  to have short hair. It’s a conservative and dogmatic  society. Refusing to see the logicality of the concept.  No wonder hair products have such a huge consumer all over India. So much hair does require a lot of shampoo and conditioner.

Bare with me. After effects of environment education exam and not to mention exams OVER! A whole 5 semesters blinked away! 

half a dozen of dozens!

yes.. it's 12:12 12' on the 12/12/12 .. my contribution towards the world's obsession of this 12ing phenomenon where the world's beginning of the end and planetary movement placing the earth in the middle of the milky way galaxy and alignment of all the nine planets in the same line (this comes from all natgeo and history and N.A.S.A videos) well.. a lame bet with dad made me so knowledgeable about the outside happenings of the earth on the day.. but its a shame sitting over here and dwindling with petty issues of exams when cool stuffs are happening just outside the atmosphere...but well.,. i plan to post this post exactly at 12secs  and well you have to take my word on the secs count! :D
and oh! just when you thought there would be nomore winter.. i wake up to a chilly morning (chilly according to mumbai standards) hope it snows! (that's not much to ask.. is it?)
TOODLES!

nah! it's not 12ᵒC over here! 

the wise old hobbly lady called herself "time"...

strings that sang..

The strings that sang

Could that hand hold a knife

Irony it seemed to rang

Guilty! Hammered the judge    

Death of the music fingers

Heart trapper they called him

Charming he was, to all his well-wishers

Was it.. is he.. could he be???

Harsh words seemed so much harsher

Unbelievable had to be believed

Why would he? Whispered some.

“Such a talented boy” his grandmother had said

But he did wrong they all webbed.

“OH! Sweet child of mine!” screamed his mother.

Could sweetness be so brutal???thought his father.

He said nothing to the world just hummed a tune..

Just didn’t matter anymore for his faith had gone

Annihilated by a women he most loved.

He plucked those sweet notes till life was in those fingers

The stage, the rope..

Irony again came sailing in it’s boat

Never had it been empty, and the curtains drawn

Ending it all from where it had begun    

The world for once saw a melodious death

The rope tugged
And the tune played

“twang” the note reverberated through the empty hall

Melody from the last twitch of “those fingers”.....

the one place you don't want to be is always the place you are in!

she faded into the water, he drifted into smoke..a sad and a happy goodbye..

irony.. always irony! 

pujor gondho! :)

The month of October always sets my heart racing..what with pujo in the air.. the leg jingling dhaak er avaj , the bold and beautiful eyes of the protima, the mouth watering smells of moglayi and cutlets and rolls (neverending list!) the chants of the pujo, the pandal re aada, carrom, natoks, going to all the other pujos, assessing which one’s the best... relatives and their never ending rants about how old you are now! Oh, not to forget the extensive shopping spree( for all the shopaholics out there!) somehow words seem less to cumulate the “pujo feeling”. No matter what state of mind one is a bong mind would be euphoric during pujos.. even a trouble ridden rickshaw-wala would have a smiling face.. such is pujo and its effects on people.

That’s why i like India.. the fact that we have so many festivities that there is always a constant commotion.. no life goes boring and dull till the end of the year where you dance around the tree..

HAPPY PUJO!! J

easy, if you could... please!

the trick...

Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick...

Well said dexter! (dexter morgan i mean, surely you must be knowing!) yeah been watching dexter a bit too much for anyone’s mental well being.. but eh! Who cares!  the word camouflage always sends me back to my not so good old bio lesson days... about the evolution of moths (speaking of which,seems like there has been a population explosion of them! )of survival of the fittest and the adaptable...(salute to you Mr. Darwin!)

Its true.. everyone in conscious or unconscious way try camouflage with their fellow mates.. you laugh at a joke sometimes you don’t get.. like somethings you hate.. it's all part of "the camouflage".. of a craft some have mastered to fool themselves into something they aren’t.. lost in a labyrinth fabricated by themselves.. sigh!   

easy.. huh??

If mind was sand and will was sea..

 things would have been just so much easy.

october rains..

Seasonal , nonseasonal . what the heck is happening with the weather???! Not that i am complaining of much as long it rains.. just as the mercury rises to the point of bursting out of the thermometer (that’s a bit of exaggeration there!) it starts raining hippopotamus and rhinosaurus all over the place and not to mention the glass shattering thunders and equally illuminating lightening.

May be mother earth is confused about what mood it wants to be in.. happens.. happens to all...

By now you must have realised that this post is just some random chit chats about this and that. For an unknown reason rains put into a hell-i-want- to write-something. With no good ideas for prose or story i resort to random gup-shaps.. so warning you before hand, continue at your own risk.

As i was laboring over some stupid neck breaking assignments i was brought to my sense by the darkening clouds outside and the cool wind.. it was all thunders and rain! And lucky me i was handed out hot coffee by ma whatelse one needs! Oh some parleG biscuit too (some of the rare sweet tooth moments!) perching myself on the sill with wind, rain, thunder.. the wind zipping through my already wild hair.. its one of those instantances when you go through these deep thought moments when ideas like what if it rained fireballs how would that look! (well ,that’s what i think.. all have their own thoughts!) with the now stone cold coffee and half of the biscuit sinking into it i returned to the ass-ignments.. but u2 goes wonderful with the mood. That’s all rejuvenating happened today. A month of surprises.! 

Walk on, walk on 

What you got they can't steal it 

No they can't even feel it 

Walk on, walk on... 

Stay safe tonight 

you can't miss what you never had....

reasons of today..

Sitting beneath the  boundless skies

I wonder and frown on butterflies...

As the wind gently combs the grass

Swaying to the tunes of wind

Creating waves of  grassy sea.

The little girl makes toys of grass...

The tree shades the child as the sun smiled upon

She lost herself in the entwinement of leaves ..

In the surge of creativity...and childish wonderings

Such was her childhood...

A childhood of dreams and play...

Where reality had no say...

Such is a childhood we all dream of...

But alas! the kids of today are nomore the kids of yesterdays

Lost is the innocence, lost is the sparkle....

for the reasons of today...
the kids are nomore the kids of yesterday

ganpatibappa moriya!!!!!

Believe in gods or not, one always gets a holiday which is very generous of the gods! With  september on the calender it's the beginning of two month long festivities! Starting from ganpati to durga puja clubbed with navaratri, dassera then comes diwali and bhai duj and ends knocking on the doors of exams!

visarjan at juhu

But nevermind that! It's ganesh chathurti and whole of Maharashtra is in high spirits for the next 10 days, with occasional visarjans in an interval of 2-3 days (polluting the already polluted water of juhu) but its fun! college goes on a mini vacation mood.. (not that it makes much of a difference!) if it takes someones fancy you could stand in the legendary "lal bagh cha raja's" line which snakes kilometeres and often takes 4 hours to just to get darshan! But yeah, people can get crazy over here.You witness ganpati of varying sizes.. right from as small as your index finger to a 20ft tall one and it doesn't end with size, different postures of the elephant-man. Even expressions our hard to go unnoticed! And not to miss on the delicious "modaks" made on this occasion and all kind of sweets (it seems ganpati had quite a sweet tooth!) Somehow this cute trunk-man with an equally cuddle-able  mouse has captured the hearts of people since the concept of the tusker-man originated.

Mean while, let mumbai go on a gajadhar frenzy while i laze around and yes, get crushed in the crushing crowd of devotees and non-devotees and people like us who are out enjoying the spirit of festival rather than the belief!

GANPATIBAPPA MORIYA!!! JAI MAHARASHTRA! (no i am not going political!) 

it all ended where it started....

the clock tick tocked its way through a whole round.. and much has changed.. i smile back to the time.a sad half smile. may be its meant to be this way.. perhaps all is for the best.. 

fill me up!

A space filled with nothingness, is what i am

For a painter i am a nice white canvas

For a writer a sheet of paper

For a musician, silence

I am indeed nothing....

Fill me with your thoughts, paint me with your desires

Sway me to your melodies

Pour yourself into me like raindrops on parched fields

Think not about what you fill me with

For i am the secret keeper of the world

Pray don’t immerse me in all rosy for i am not a child

It’s as much night as it is day,
Cause i know all that glitters is not gold

I am nothing but your half filled mind...

it's always darkest before the dawn...

Tales of the rain..

A mumbaikar would have the best of the stories to offer to you about rains. And here is one from me.

As litres of water poured over us with raindrops the size of bucketful of water it rained. It was like the monsoon had just begun at the end of the official end of rains. Overjoyed people danced and wet themselves in this blessed shower. All where smiles until the waterfall from above continued and people’s smile wrinkles shifted to the temples to worry wrinkles.
 But we college folks live in our own world. As the lecturer chattered on people had him on mute and stared out of the window to the rain. After an hour of watching this usual silent movie we all rushed out  of the class to hear the inevitable news that trains are late or blocked or stuck and so on. Immediately there were plans of staying at friends place or round about ways of reaching home. So anyways all anyone needed was an excuse to bunk. A mass bunk declared all set off for the mission “reach home”. With some fortune we got a train bound home.
Picking up a friend on way, off  we went braving the rains. After a struggle which equals to like getting water in desert we managed an auto from station. Some  higher power thought it was too good to be true and our auto got stuck in calf deep water somewhere in the colony no nearer to our home. So descending down the muddy water(thanks to the hills all around) we trudged through the water. And the thrill! It looked like hot chocolate oozing from all around!(reminded me of willy wonka’s chocolate factory!) Sloshing through the gutters into the sidewalk and road.. seemed like river flowing  all around. With heavy rains pouring all over us and cat wet  to the skin atlast reached home like a soldier returning from the battle.. my sweet ma is just too sweet to greet me with pleasantries. She was  suspicious of me jumping through all the rain water and river lutes (i am not denying i didn’t!) But i had this smirk of victory which was probably the reason for all the steam off. Cons of all this was my bag had become a water storing camel hump wetting everything inside. And its a pain to dry it all. But hey! It was a hell of an experience!

PS: always follow your instincts if it says wear sandals and not shoes. Do so! Cause its going to rain on that god damn day and soak everything!

that my dear friends, is how it rains! 

awesomness! Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman

Roja - A Tribute to A.R. Rahman


some of the best i have heard! mesmerised! ^_^

defining the perfect smile.

i could watch pretty woman just for her... yes i am robertized! she does have a perfect smile.. and a standard with whom all the best smiles are compared. if ever someone tells "you got a julia robert smile" it's a the highest degree of compliment i could ever give! :)

Pretty woman indeed! :)

necessary evil they say... eh! its bloody EVIL anyways!

the last leap for the man who took mankind's first small step into unknown..

"THE TEAM"

the first moon landing with the iconic saying of Neil Armstrong " One small step for man, a giant leap for mankind."

the secrets taken to grave shall be unknown to mankind forever...... RIP Neil Armstrong!

*clap clap*

such geniuses which get uncovered by a twisted smile and sarcastic claps are trully noteworthy! =D
thanks to bollywood for such rare and revealing moments! 

extremes they said...

It’s funny how things are always at extreme

 A start and an end..

You are either happy or sad..

You can either be laughing or crying..

 be angry or at peace..

 red or blue..

 You can either fly or walk.

Be wet in the rain or stay dry under the umbrella..

  live or die..

You choose the notes to your song... and when it all ends you play it..

And  i am sure, you will hear the melody..

 the  melancholy of the low notes

the cheeriness of the high

and there would be a single tear, and a smile..

 who said there was never a middle path?

winter at the top.

As magnificent as a snow capped mountain

A glittery shine of unearthly beauty

And so she fell in love with it

It stood tall and proud in all its glory

While she stood at its foot..

 Awed in wonder.. loved with her tiny warm heart..

But alas! She didn’t know for all its majesty it was cold and bare..

For all its glittery and shine.. it could offer was cold indifference

She  wept with a broken heart , for summer to dawn,

To melt away the sparkling ice and uncover the lushes

But none happened..

Because, always and forever

It shall be winter at the top....

pota-toes po-tatoes :D

a song hard to miss in the movie "when harry met sally".. yes a pretty late nightish or rather early morningish post.. no don't take me as a morning person not one inch!. but well, it's "ASSIGNMENT TIME!" to all engineers in making it's time to be nocturnal or mostly insomniac.. and what better company than a couple of good old movies and lots of water.. enjoy the song! :) 

The Moment

 Click clack click clack. Oh! I got to finish off with the story! Ding dong.. ding dong.. “for heaven’s sake NITA! open the door!” Great! Nita has gone off to aunty’s place... clambering off the bed spewing off packets of chewing gum and biscuits. i glanced at the messy bed ,ma’s gonna kill me for this! “coming!” opening the door i find nita glaring at me like i made her watch the rerun of twilight!

“You lazy creeeature! Why haven’t you got ready?!” Whaat? Ready for what?
Dang! I had forgotten about something important again! So i put up a brave act..
“Of course i know!The very very important day! just a minute i will get ready”
I put up a apologetic grin the hurried off into my room before nita starts off with her chaw-chaw again...

Staring out of the taxi window clueless about the current situation.I look around to find ways of finding out about this “day of extreme importance”. So I played around with things like so how is the plan coming.. She answered  monosyllabically .So instead i ask her about ma and baba.. She gives me the “hopeless for eternity look” tilting her head to one side and says “shouldn’t you be knowing that?!”  so i shut up and waited for the journey to the unknown to end..

“Bhainji,  80 rupees hua hai”..
I could say Nita was going to wage the battle of waterloo with the taxivala for the absurd meter. So i swiftly paid the man now cowering under Nita’s glare and dragged her out before she would blast into a volley of complaints. So, we were standing in front of a party hall.. looking side ways i saw her grinning.. with dread i concluded may be its one of those far off weddings of unknown people with plastered smile (they have my deepest sympathies)..  man! I was so much better off at home! “Are you taking revenge for that twilight rerun?” she just laughs and drags me in.. “die you bitch!”

So i put on the most blank expression altering with utter pain and disgust.. (yeah may be i should try acting) anyways being dragged in by Nita i hear a blast of noise and screams and pats and smiles and balloons and streamers... and then taking off my mobile i notice the date.. “oh its my bday”  it was a surprise party! I blinked SYSTEM OVERLOAD!Relatives I have never seen come and hug me so does ma and baba. And Nita kept hitting me for no reason.. probably because she pulled out a trick on me flawlessly..  food ,cake, music ,all was a party and i was surprised that my family was so sanguine that i did forget my bday..!

After all ended and people couldn’t move anymore either from too much dancing or too much food there were goodbyes and hugs.. As we all slopped home and i lay on bed amongst all the rubbish and the incomplete story which is possibly going to stay that way, dad comes in for the usual father-daughter banter sessions. Suddenly he asks me “so, mini... what is life?”  This is “THE MOMENT” .I am suppose to come up with real philosophical lines putting up metaphors and quotes of famous , to look like i have really grown up vision of what all it is. Alas! i fail.. i end up with  couple of uhmms and you knows, disappointed baba left .Lieing  back, recapping  today’s frenzy, seeing happy faces enjoying ,uncles stuffing  up as much food they can while it lasts i concluded .....
life is living...   (if only baba heard me then i am sure it’s the most impressive answer i have ever come up with, pitiable i know! :D)

everybody, even a coyote has his day!

the price of being worthless.....is surprisingly high!

darkness ... the face....

A flash, murmurings, a scream, piercing noises the ones you usually hear when your neighbor's kids pretends to be a cop with a realistic toy gun.. how is it.. looking around in the dark hall seeing smoke and a masked joker face. How..? baam.. pain searing through his body.. groping in the dark to check for his friends.. feeling bodies some breathing some damp.. am i.. is this... end?.. slipping..slipping into darkness a much profound one than which he was leaving..

“mom can i get the batman balloon?!”  his mom smiling down on him “oh ok.. i will get you one!. C’mon we are getting late”. Mom and the kid hoped off hurriedly into the crowd as it swayed towards the hall doors and the face of the batman bubbling  up and down among the many heads... lights dimmed and the starting credits rolled into the movie..scared of the dark he holds his mom’s hands,she pats his head reassuringly... a flash,a smoke, murmurings, baam baam , screams , the kid clenches the hand, never came the pat, nor came the whispered reassurances.. through the smoke he saw a mask.. a joker...  he lay their shocked to silence clenching his perforated batman balloon and his mothers fingers in his two little fists...... 

tu bole glass adha khali... main bolu adha bhara...

some of the most simplest of the sentences conveys the most complex of the feelings..

Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
[pause, walks over to Molly]
Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
Molly Mahoney: [starting to sob] I love you.
Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too.
[picks Molly up, sighs heavily]
Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

a land of disappointment...

To start with, there are ample no of things one is disappointed about ,it might be as huge as the book about understanding woman (which is seriously absurd, but nvm, that's a topic to chatter later about) .. i for one have constructed my topic of disappointment to the degradation of vacations.. 

Thinking back to the time of school days, the word “vacation” in itself made all kinds of ideas flood in.. and no, it had nothing to do with mobiles, facebooks, going to malls,etc..  known as the “kuda vali (garbage collector)” of the house due to a quirk of picking up and keeping boxes, bottles, pieces of thermocol, cardboards.. all had a purpose behind them.. the ultimate utilisation of their existence during vacation time. (inspite of ma’s valiant attempts into invading my room and clearing off my precious collections!) sitting down amid this weird garbage collection i planned my vacation around them.. many times my projects were failures and in the end i used to end up making black stringy things out of pieces of thermocols and with a hot knife and burning myself.... but it was a swing at creativity.. if not spending time on the wealth from waste agenda (which almost all the time was uglier from waste) there used to be grand planning of a picnic with friends(though, it was about a flimsy bedsheet  tent which was adamant on flying off with the glorious wind)

My disappointment comes to the part that somewhere in the growing up part those innocent creative surges have been lost.. now, my vacations are mostly spend on summer trainings and studies, at times i sneak off some minutes just wee seconds before sleeping for some reading for that's the thing which somehow makes me hang by the pinky finger by the cliff which was the land of “let the hand fly and there shalt be a picture”. The part where it’s no longer thought well enough for going on these make and catch the bedsheet afternoons is a whole lot of sadness..

 A voice for the kids of now.. who i never see enjoying these hols by going off for picnics nor for a morning fresh air cycling.. see the world out of the window and you shall never regret the days you spend down with the sun..

p.s: It might sound full of self-pity. But i do hope that you see past it and see the way bigger picture i am trying to show..

each strike of the hands have a story to tell...

a post about nothing.. and rains!!

2 days left.. its a countdown done by all the 1000s of engg students who have been compelled to go through a torture period of a month which can be best expressed as a periodic function repeated within the interval of 4 months.. and goes by the name “exams”..

And by 2days left i mean for the last exam and the days of freedom and revelry to start until “the doom day”.. and the general question of why am i not deep into the catacomb of books  and writing down this boring to the core of posts is cause i don’t have not even one book to build a single stone of the catacomb.. just as i thought i might grace the book with my mighty presence it turns out it fled away by that prospect!..it was discovered that the only book i have had seems to have disappeared into thin air!(and this is the 2^nd book i lost this sem!) Last seen and heard of it was about 2 months ago... its sudden disappearance has gone unnoticed since the hour of need.. all this has queer stinge of “i am doomed” about it...

But setting aside all this depressing “hopelessness, self-disgust, irresponsible, depreciating  behaviour, and what nots”... “THE MONSOON” yes... dark heavy grey clouds...the meghamalhar aura... dimmed sun (like someone set the dimmer)  cool cool winds, rustling leaves (which always creates the delusion that its raining), anticipation of the first shower giving it a nostalgic flavour.. my! I have waited long for thy! Drench me and wash away the woeful summer.! Come and rain.. oh come for the parched land that seeks thou! Even the birds seem to chirp happily by the current in the air! (i could go on and on)

So all in all.. does anyone even think of studies now!its too much to ask from me! That would be an absurd request! 

                             oh cmon! what are you waiting for?? rain rain....   RAIN i say!!!!! 

 

untraceable sacrifice..

With ever drop of blood

There shall be handful of grains..

So was the devil's deal

And so he shed all of it,

without a wince...

Painting the ground red

he ceaselessly let it flow..

All for his kind,

All for the country he once loved..

With a sigh,

he became one with his dear mother,

Leaving behind an untraceable sacrifice.....

of heavy metal..

Suddenly i found myself wondering into the uncharted waters of death metal.. well its not like i haven’t heard of them earlier but suddenly they appealed to me very much today.. i was indeed able to see past the dog growls (which i think is called something else all together but just cant place it) ops! death growls!

The intro has always appealed to me.. with the electric guitar pieces and drums.. but somehow that “voice” like someone’s dog with a bad cold, a sore throat is trying to sing (i mean no offence to it, just describing!) may be cause it was hard to decipher the lyrics or dunno unravelling the words from all that roughness was a bit too much that i was repulsed from it.

The first time i was listening to it.. for the first 2 mins i was so engrossed into the tune before baam (or rather grrrrowl!) came the voice which made me look around to check the earphones after which i realised it was no electrical glitch but meant that way!  

And today enlightenment dawned upon me when i came across the lyrics of some of the dark songs.. beautiful, powerful, sad and truly depressing (anytime when you think you are getting too cheerful for your own good listen to them! Brings you right down to the ground or even further down the ditch may be).. but indeed it portrays a dark side of life in its own elegant flow of words and not so smooth vocals. Indeed its true, don’t judge the book by its cover in this case by its “ahem ahem” growls. Respect++

 

Trapped in the clutches

Of my created dreams

Trapped in my failure

Trapped in the days I forced myself to keep

In the crowd at the station

In the crowd at the station,

A tall man turned and smiled at me.

Although I couldn't be quite sure,

I felt I'd seen his face before.

Two days later,I saw him again,

Getting off the Agra train.

He smiled once more, and this time 

I returned the compliment,

Before he was lost in the crowd.

And then I remembered.

Of course!

This was one of the dead men

We'd had for dissection.

I'd been Demonstrator then.

I remember saying:

"here's a fine-looking corpse."

And then we peeled his skin away,

And cut him up,a little every day.

Now I don't go near the Agra train.

I wonder:

Will he smile when i see him again?

-Ruskin Bond