Hello guys!
Merry christmas and a very happy new year, in advance. This post is a dedication to a very close friend who has completed yet another year of awesomeness.
I was dressed up as Santa yesterday and was sculpting balloons for children at a well known store. I got a picture of how much one Santa can do for so many children- create or sustain a world of fantasy which exists only in childhood.
If not that much, at least get smiles on the faces of the older kids. Yes, kids can be a pain sometimes. But, at the risk of sounding like a parent already, it all feels worth it to contribute a little bit of happiness to their lives.
It felt so good to really go out there and spread happiness and that too, was overly exaggerated for me because I never say ,"HO HO HO!" thirty times an hour. It made me realize what we really miss out on thanks to our inhibitions of being open in expressing what we feel for people, maybe at the risk of sounding stupid. Yes, I had apprehensions about being a public Santa. But I thought it to be worth the risk. And yes, it was. There was a lady who came with an infant in her hand and spoke to him saying, "Oh see! Your first Santa!". The mother clicked a photograph of the seven-odd month old in his father's arms with me. And all that I could think of was 'Wow!'. There were some six year old's who gave me one of the best responses for the balloons I sculpted for them. So much happiness.
It was a pain sometimes because there were seventy odd children and managing them, their emotions and their mother's emotions and turning them into happiness was a task. I had to build impromptu stories and manage the crowd as I simultaneously pumped air into the balloons and twisted and turned them into Christmas goodies for the children.
The experience made me realize how I am different when I was known to the world as Santa and not Avinash Shahri. The former had a huge deal of happiness to provide. The latter was tired after the event, but left fulfilled. Same person.
To think of it, this whole episode reminds of this birthday girl. Why? Because she always spreads happiness. That's it. She spreads, happiness. Happy birthday.Andwatelse?
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee
I am going through a very typical 4:14 am syndrome. A syndrome which puts a lot in one's head to think and overrides sleep. To go through this syndrome is beautiful as it ceases to exist only after a blog post is put up. A blog post is expression in the form of text. I feel that one would benefit a great deal by having a habit of regularly expressing in a certain form - dancing, painting, writing and singing being the popular ways. Eventually, one does gain a certain expertise over such a form of expression, so much so, that one begins to enjoy it.
Each one of us has a different approach to forms and styles of expression. Each one of us will be different at it. Any two Bharat-Natyam dancers, with a similar body structure and training period, who train under the same guru will be unequivocally different in their stage performance. One's way of doing things is heavily influenced by one's style of expression. Taking into consideration the larger picture, one's profession and style of communication become an expression of humanity that the world remembers, even after one is dead. Then the world defines this person in a line, or maybe a few words.
I am moved by the definition (nickname) that a certain person got from humanity. He is called 'The Greatest'. His name is Muhammad Ali.
They say, that Muhammad Ali was a good fighter, but when he would attack, there could possibly not be anyone better- "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" . The following video captures the last few seconds of the famous match between the two greats - Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, popularly called as 'The Rumble in the Jungle'.
You will see in the video that he is calm and playing along as if it's the normal business that he is into. But he knows. He knows when his real game begins. He has calculated that already, but even as the planned time to begin the blitz nears, his head is as cool as a cucumber, muscles are as relaxed as they could be in a boxing match and overall performance is that of an ordinary pugilist. With the blink of an eye, in an unexpected moment, Muhammad Ali as if transforms into an angry salivating predator. And even before one cares to notice - Bam Boom Bam Dhish! K.O.
I am in so much of awe of Muhammad Ali as his approach has always worked for me. And when I consciously decided to 'Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee' it worked even better. Infact, it gave me this result of winning luxuriously with a good lead from the runner up, a feeling of being 'The Greatest' in my small little game.
So, who is your inspiration?
Each one of us has a different approach to forms and styles of expression. Each one of us will be different at it. Any two Bharat-Natyam dancers, with a similar body structure and training period, who train under the same guru will be unequivocally different in their stage performance. One's way of doing things is heavily influenced by one's style of expression. Taking into consideration the larger picture, one's profession and style of communication become an expression of humanity that the world remembers, even after one is dead. Then the world defines this person in a line, or maybe a few words.
I am moved by the definition (nickname) that a certain person got from humanity. He is called 'The Greatest'. His name is Muhammad Ali.
They say, that Muhammad Ali was a good fighter, but when he would attack, there could possibly not be anyone better- "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" . The following video captures the last few seconds of the famous match between the two greats - Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, popularly called as 'The Rumble in the Jungle'.
You will see in the video that he is calm and playing along as if it's the normal business that he is into. But he knows. He knows when his real game begins. He has calculated that already, but even as the planned time to begin the blitz nears, his head is as cool as a cucumber, muscles are as relaxed as they could be in a boxing match and overall performance is that of an ordinary pugilist. With the blink of an eye, in an unexpected moment, Muhammad Ali as if transforms into an angry salivating predator. And even before one cares to notice - Bam Boom Bam Dhish! K.O.
I am in so much of awe of Muhammad Ali as his approach has always worked for me. And when I consciously decided to 'Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee' it worked even better. Infact, it gave me this result of winning luxuriously with a good lead from the runner up, a feeling of being 'The Greatest' in my small little game.
So, who is your inspiration?
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Aaj tere tiffin mein kya hai?
As I was reading a post- Healthy. Wealthy. And almost Wise. by a fellow blogger , who mentioned in that the joy of sharing food, I realised how I deeply enjoy this and hence thought that this definitely deserves a blog post, which of course is only an extension of her idea!
It happens everywhere- when colleagues open their lunch dabbas in offices, when small cute kiddos, who leave home with water bottles around their necks, open their double-decker boxes in short breaks. (The boys often show off the pokemon, superheroes and wrestling star designs on them)
It happens everywhere- when we see three auto-rickshaw wallas sitting so that two are behind and one is in the front facing them, late in the night or early in the evening, waiting for that guy to open the dabba who had his turn to cook that day.
It happens everywhere, and this being the best food sharing ever, when Gujjus meet Punjabis, when Sindhis meet Andhra-ites and when Keralites meet Maharashtrians on overnight journeys while sharing berths in trains. Because then, there is Bhatura-Shaak, Chhole-Dhokla, Koki with Pudina Chutney, Sai bhaji with Hyderabadi Biryani, Vada-Appam and Fish-curry with Pav.
The awesomeness that this is, I have heard, does not exist abroad. And Dev Kolhi, while writing lyrics, forgot to mention this one in his song "It happens only in India". There are chances that I settle abroad. Chances that a CA student has at thinking after a full day class at JK Shah Classes (that being the most popular one..yes this one's for you my friend!).But anyway, if I ever settle abroad, this might just be the thing which will pull me back to this beautiful country.
It happens everywhere- when colleagues open their lunch dabbas in offices, when small cute kiddos, who leave home with water bottles around their necks, open their double-decker boxes in short breaks. (The boys often show off the pokemon, superheroes and wrestling star designs on them)
It happens everywhere- when we see three auto-rickshaw wallas sitting so that two are behind and one is in the front facing them, late in the night or early in the evening, waiting for that guy to open the dabba who had his turn to cook that day.
It happens everywhere, and this being the best food sharing ever, when Gujjus meet Punjabis, when Sindhis meet Andhra-ites and when Keralites meet Maharashtrians on overnight journeys while sharing berths in trains. Because then, there is Bhatura-Shaak, Chhole-Dhokla, Koki with Pudina Chutney, Sai bhaji with Hyderabadi Biryani, Vada-Appam and Fish-curry with Pav.
The awesomeness that this is, I have heard, does not exist abroad. And Dev Kolhi, while writing lyrics, forgot to mention this one in his song "It happens only in India". There are chances that I settle abroad. Chances that a CA student has at thinking after a full day class at JK Shah Classes (that being the most popular one..yes this one's for you my friend!).But anyway, if I ever settle abroad, this might just be the thing which will pull me back to this beautiful country.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Superhero Comeback
Sitting in the corner of his room,
With his knees pressed to his chest,
Praying for a magic broom,
He is far, far from his crest.
He has more than one to care for,
More than one battle to fight,
Everything is moving fast in his head,
Searching for the light, now out of sight.
He could, with just a flick, die,
And all the world could suffer,
That would be because Mr.Superhero,
Was actually, a complete duffer.
Heavy duty, heavy fear,
And nothing is not unclear,
Weariness of the mind,
Leaves him far behind.
Another story on the news
Of Humanity's abuse,
He stands up and holds his head,
"This repression will not last", he yelled.
Makes a plunge to the ceiling,
And out into the sky,
a loud divine pealing,
(The audience would surely sigh)
Mountain strong, Cannonball-King Kong,
The world at his feet,
"Superhero, superhero", pointing to him,
A boy yelled out on the street.
After this all the action lies,
When he beats the bad guy's ass,
Saves the day, saves the city,
And in the end, he gets his lass.
With his knees pressed to his chest,
Praying for a magic broom,
He is far, far from his crest.
He has more than one to care for,
More than one battle to fight,
Everything is moving fast in his head,
Searching for the light, now out of sight.
He could, with just a flick, die,
And all the world could suffer,
That would be because Mr.Superhero,
Was actually, a complete duffer.
Heavy duty, heavy fear,
And nothing is not unclear,
Weariness of the mind,
Leaves him far behind.
Another story on the news
Of Humanity's abuse,
He stands up and holds his head,
"This repression will not last", he yelled.
Makes a plunge to the ceiling,
And out into the sky,
a loud divine pealing,
(The audience would surely sigh)
Mountain strong, Cannonball-King Kong,
The world at his feet,
"Superhero, superhero", pointing to him,
A boy yelled out on the street.
After this all the action lies,
When he beats the bad guy's ass,
Saves the day, saves the city,
And in the end, he gets his lass.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Morning by the Sea
The wind from the sea hits my right cheek,
As my feet get salty and wet.
Sleepless, my walk is meek,
The radio of my mind, at one station I can’t set.
Every step leaves a deep mark in the wet sand,
Every step leaves a deep mark in the wet sand,
And when my feet get sticky with muck,
The frothy waves make every grain disband,
But some between my toes, themselves tuck.
The last deep mark I leave behind I can see,
When I turn around to look at its depth,
I see no other footprint of mine and look at the sea,
The sea of life that does magic with its stealth.
So then why do I see my steps,
Right or wrong,
With the eye of my mind and reminisce
Everything I did in the form of a song.
The sand, though, doesn’t end,
It goes on, till the end of land,
So much more energy left to spend,
I start to run, only to make the percussion grand.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Winning the Shield
I dedicate this post to my close friends and family who helped me reach to a state described at the end of this article. And if you are wondering whether you are a part of this group, stop wondering fool. You are.
In our life, some things are more important than the others. That is always how it works. Some might call this phenomenon 'Setting Priorities'. Same thing.
Sometimes, we lose a very important thing, that is, one of our priorities. What I mean to say here is, that we as human beings think that we can live without some people/objects and cannot live without some people/objects. Well, I am not going to talk about objects here. That is because if we lose an object, we can get it back. That is not true with people.
Some of us think we cannot live without our parents, whereas for some of us a partner is most important. And then someday, we lose that particular friend, partner or parent. What happens next?
Life stands still? Of course it does. It feels as if time has frozen. Numbness arises not in body, but in the mind. At the most, we are touched by our close ones, that too only to a certain extent. It is only that warmth that penetrates through the invisible shield we build around us.
It is intrinsic to human nature- the building of the invisible shield. Some shields take years to break, some shields break in a day and some shields never break. The shields that do not break in a lifetime are rare cases. They involve extreme intensity in the relationship. They are quite often seen in the cases when a mother loses her child. The next frequently observed case is the case of lovers parting, who have taken to a great level of attachment. Except in these cases, which become the talk of the town because they are so few, the shield generally does break.
Now let me tell you about the rules of the shield. These rules do not point to a new discovery, it is just the way I express the dictum of the old and the wise, as I experience and learn. The shield makes productive emotions dormant and puts them into a lull. Now, productive emotions could be any emotion that assists us in getting forward in life in any way. Whereas, the unproductive emotions get magnified. This is because the part of our unproductive emotions which are for people in our lives, get redirected towards us as a function of the shield.
All in all, it is a pathetic and messed up state. So how do we help this? How do we get ourselves out of this? All of us put effort and fail in these phases of life where upset only seems to be growing like a rolling avalanche. The more we try, the harder we fall. So what is the way out?
Well, I have come across a possible answer to this. There is no way out. It is life. Life will get us out of such phases. And in a way, which makes us believe in life, more than anything else.Some call it God, some call it their own hard work. I do not say that working hard to get out of the situation is not required. But I choose to call it life. I could also call it time and I truly believe in the concept of time healing all wounds. There could be scars, but the wounds get healed. But I call it life, because life is bigger as it not only removes the shield, but also leaves us with something beautiful at the end.
Last night, I got rid of such a shield.
In our life, some things are more important than the others. That is always how it works. Some might call this phenomenon 'Setting Priorities'. Same thing.
Sometimes, we lose a very important thing, that is, one of our priorities. What I mean to say here is, that we as human beings think that we can live without some people/objects and cannot live without some people/objects. Well, I am not going to talk about objects here. That is because if we lose an object, we can get it back. That is not true with people.
Some of us think we cannot live without our parents, whereas for some of us a partner is most important. And then someday, we lose that particular friend, partner or parent. What happens next?
Life stands still? Of course it does. It feels as if time has frozen. Numbness arises not in body, but in the mind. At the most, we are touched by our close ones, that too only to a certain extent. It is only that warmth that penetrates through the invisible shield we build around us.
It is intrinsic to human nature- the building of the invisible shield. Some shields take years to break, some shields break in a day and some shields never break. The shields that do not break in a lifetime are rare cases. They involve extreme intensity in the relationship. They are quite often seen in the cases when a mother loses her child. The next frequently observed case is the case of lovers parting, who have taken to a great level of attachment. Except in these cases, which become the talk of the town because they are so few, the shield generally does break.
Now let me tell you about the rules of the shield. These rules do not point to a new discovery, it is just the way I express the dictum of the old and the wise, as I experience and learn. The shield makes productive emotions dormant and puts them into a lull. Now, productive emotions could be any emotion that assists us in getting forward in life in any way. Whereas, the unproductive emotions get magnified. This is because the part of our unproductive emotions which are for people in our lives, get redirected towards us as a function of the shield.
All in all, it is a pathetic and messed up state. So how do we help this? How do we get ourselves out of this? All of us put effort and fail in these phases of life where upset only seems to be growing like a rolling avalanche. The more we try, the harder we fall. So what is the way out?
Well, I have come across a possible answer to this. There is no way out. It is life. Life will get us out of such phases. And in a way, which makes us believe in life, more than anything else.Some call it God, some call it their own hard work. I do not say that working hard to get out of the situation is not required. But I choose to call it life. I could also call it time and I truly believe in the concept of time healing all wounds. There could be scars, but the wounds get healed. But I call it life, because life is bigger as it not only removes the shield, but also leaves us with something beautiful at the end.
Last night, I got rid of such a shield.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Laugh
If you are thinking too much,
You’re right,its too much,
And you will know it as such,
That it was all a mind’s lurch
Sir laugh, sir laugh,
It was all a stupid faff.
And the sad morning
Will set the sun winning,
The player should not stop
The music rocks on with jazz pop.
Sir laugh, sir laugh,
It was all a stupid faff.
God too, has many a problem,
That day he told me some of them,
One was an identity crisis,
Some call him Allah,some Jesus.
So sir laugh, sir laugh,
It is all a stupid faff.
Well you know that words change it all,
Some meaningful and some small,
But have you ever thought my dear mister,
That they could also mean nothing at all.
So sir laugh, sir laugh
It’s all a stupid faff.
You are born to live,
But never die to live,
Is that something fair or dark,
Is a lark always as happy as a lark?
And sir laugh, sir laugh
It’s all a stupid faff.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Game?
Directed by Yann Samuell, this French movie, Jeux d'enfants (Love Me If You Dare) is an unconventional, colourful movie which steps in between two worlds- one world being the world that we live in, which acquiesces to social norms and conventions and the other being the one which is the home of fairies and elves. But on the whole, the plot attempts to depict love and companionship in a very different light.
The two characters in the movie are best friends since childhood. They tread an unusual path in their life using their childhood game of daring each other to a certain task. This game is extended by the two from their classroom environment to the big bad world, from the innocent days to the days when one starts meaning serious business. And this is exactly how the roller coaster starts moving on dangerous curves.
This movie makes us think about the right and the wrong, the appropriate and the inappropriate and the penny in the pocket while we pursue more, but only in hope.
It leaves the audience with a vagueness, which will only further thought. Gripping to the core, this movie makes you enjoy the journey of the two characters in love and their ups through heaven and downs in hell. All in all it is a lot of fun and leaves you, at times aghast and at times in peals of laughter.
I just have one word for this movie. Mad.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
One
So many times I feel I disappear,
When love fills up the atmosphere,
Feeling light, I feel so free,
I dont understand what's wrong with me!
The music is going down into me,
From the head right into the knee.
I forget worries, I forget all pain,
Only sounds flow into my pulmonary vein,
The heartbeat is perfect percussion,
Strings of nerves complete composition.
The music is going down into me,
From the head right into the knee.
I slowly, lose my identity
Becoming the music, the music becoming me,
Every tune reminds me of someone,
That is how, you and I will be one.
The music is going down into me,
From the head right into the knee.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Chhotu
This one is a song that I wrote on child labour.
Sadak pe woh so raha,
sabse pehle uth gaya,
Chai ko chulhe pe rakhkar,
Signal pe akhbar bech raha..
To usne kaha chhotu..ek cutting le aa…
To usne kaha chhotu..ek cutting toh pila…
Uska beta school gaya..
Chhotu wahin reh gaya..
Bacchpan se kaam kar ke,
Woh tees pe boodha ho gaya..
To usne kaha chhotu…ek cutting le aa..
To usne kaha chhotu..ek cutting pila..
Chhotu ki shaadi ho gayi,
Usko beta ho gaya,
Chai banane ka kaam ko,
Ek naya chhotu mil gaya…
To usne kaha chhotu…ek cutting le aa..
To uske bête ne kaha chhotu..ek cutting le aa..
Yeh kahani hai us gareeb ki,
Jo aapke ghar ka naukar hai,
Taleem na mili usko,
Kya paisa hi sab kucch hai?
To aap na kehna chhotu..ek cutting le aa..
Par yeh kehna chhotu…tu school kyon nahi gaya!!??
Mitr-My Friend
In a family of a couple and a daughter, what does it take of a woman to be an ideal mother, of a girl to be an ideal daughter and of a man to be an ideal husband? And besides, the woman is also a wife and the man is also a father. These are one of the most difficult set of questions in the world. The difficulty of this question can be aptly be expressed by a quote under the Western Express Flyover in Bandra. It says, "The child gives birth to a mother." Mothers and fathers, husbands and wives and daughters can never exist in solitude.
There is always a person required to have a relationship with because of whom the title gets bestowed to one. Talking about these titles, the roles played by these titles and the complexities which come of it, Revathy's directorial debut "Mitr-My Friend" could not have done more justice to this subject.
The National Award winning movie has a talented cast with Shobana (playing the role of the mother and the wife) pulling off an unbelievably realistic performance, the veteran actor Nasser Abdullah (the husband and the father) making a thought provoking impact with his simplistic style of acting and Preeti Vissa (the daughter) delivering all the facets of a rebellious child born and brought up in America.
Lakshmi (played by Shobana) is a traditional woman from Chidambaram, a small town in South India who gets married to Prithvi (played by Naseer Abdullah) who is working abroad. The two have a daughter, Divya(played by Preeti Vissa) who goes to school in America. The plot revolves around their lives in the foreign land, where moral and family values are way different from those in the small town of Chidambaram, or they appear so.
The movie successfully throws light on the three relationships. But what is most impressive is that it emphasizes that three relationships are actually six perspectives. The dynamics of a relationship depend on both, person A and person B. In the case of this movie, Revathy, in her directorial debut itself, shows the directorial skills of a master by showing the subtle influences of the third family member on a relationship between any two family members.
The movie looks at the uselessness felt by the traditional Indian woman, who is essentially a home maker. The monotony felt by her with the household work day in-day out. The lack of love and romance in her life with a busy and uncaring husband. The hurt experienced by her with every tantrum of her teen daughter. Also, every action has an opposite and equal reaction. So it was fairly expressed why the husband and the daughter behaved so. It was because the home maker had turned into a nagging, clinging and hyperactive house cop.
Last but not the least, what touched me most in the film is Shobana's performance as the mother. The emotional input that a mother has in a relationship with her child is far superior and greater than any other relationship in this world, that we all know. But what this movie brings to the front is that with a certain smile of a child, the mother abandons any disappointment or upset regarding any heated argument with the child. That is magical and unique to the relationship of a mother with her child.
So the next time, you think about your mother and why she is so, stop. Just know that she needs a friend. Be her friend. And you will have given her more than she ever wanted.
A family can never be unhappy with a mother who is fulfilled as an individual and loved and cared for.
All in all, one of the most beautiful films that I have watched in a long time.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895
There is always a person required to have a relationship with because of whom the title gets bestowed to one. Talking about these titles, the roles played by these titles and the complexities which come of it, Revathy's directorial debut "Mitr-My Friend" could not have done more justice to this subject.
The National Award winning movie has a talented cast with Shobana (playing the role of the mother and the wife) pulling off an unbelievably realistic performance, the veteran actor Nasser Abdullah (the husband and the father) making a thought provoking impact with his simplistic style of acting and Preeti Vissa (the daughter) delivering all the facets of a rebellious child born and brought up in America.
Lakshmi (played by Shobana) is a traditional woman from Chidambaram, a small town in South India who gets married to Prithvi (played by Naseer Abdullah) who is working abroad. The two have a daughter, Divya(played by Preeti Vissa) who goes to school in America. The plot revolves around their lives in the foreign land, where moral and family values are way different from those in the small town of Chidambaram, or they appear so.
The movie successfully throws light on the three relationships. But what is most impressive is that it emphasizes that three relationships are actually six perspectives. The dynamics of a relationship depend on both, person A and person B. In the case of this movie, Revathy, in her directorial debut itself, shows the directorial skills of a master by showing the subtle influences of the third family member on a relationship between any two family members.
The movie looks at the uselessness felt by the traditional Indian woman, who is essentially a home maker. The monotony felt by her with the household work day in-day out. The lack of love and romance in her life with a busy and uncaring husband. The hurt experienced by her with every tantrum of her teen daughter. Also, every action has an opposite and equal reaction. So it was fairly expressed why the husband and the daughter behaved so. It was because the home maker had turned into a nagging, clinging and hyperactive house cop.
Last but not the least, what touched me most in the film is Shobana's performance as the mother. The emotional input that a mother has in a relationship with her child is far superior and greater than any other relationship in this world, that we all know. But what this movie brings to the front is that with a certain smile of a child, the mother abandons any disappointment or upset regarding any heated argument with the child. That is magical and unique to the relationship of a mother with her child.
An important facet of the film expresses the importance of a friend. No matter how happy or sad a family is, a friend is always in need. The role of friends as saviours in grave situations is exhibited more than once by Prithvi's friend Pam and Lakshmi's friend Steve. Most importantly, the movie shows how a family ultimately needs to be woven by the relationship of friendship more than anything else.
So the next time, you think about your mother and why she is so, stop. Just know that she needs a friend. Be her friend. And you will have given her more than she ever wanted.
A family can never be unhappy with a mother who is fulfilled as an individual and loved and cared for.
All in all, one of the most beautiful films that I have watched in a long time.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Old and The New
Hello my friends, a song I sing for you now,
About life, dreams unfulfilled, and realities wow.
Yeah, life's quite a rush,
And there is no time for mush,
Those teenage days are gone,
When sleep was what we did in the morn.
Some people are gone, some still hold on,
Some have come back and some show us a new dawn.
Failiure shows us its face when we don't want it to,
Victory, acts like a pricy girl I wanna woo.
And yet life goes on, phase to phase,
Filled with surprises is this lovely maze,
Too much thought will get us into a haze,
So come on guys, let's spring up the craze.
Meet me this Sunday, when the eve is bright,
We shall laugh together till its dark and no light,
Life will seem breezy once again,
I will be ready for Monday, from heart and from brain.
About life, dreams unfulfilled, and realities wow.
Yeah, life's quite a rush,
And there is no time for mush,
Those teenage days are gone,
When sleep was what we did in the morn.
Some people are gone, some still hold on,
Some have come back and some show us a new dawn.
Failiure shows us its face when we don't want it to,
Victory, acts like a pricy girl I wanna woo.
And yet life goes on, phase to phase,
Filled with surprises is this lovely maze,
Too much thought will get us into a haze,
So come on guys, let's spring up the craze.
Meet me this Sunday, when the eve is bright,
We shall laugh together till its dark and no light,
Life will seem breezy once again,
I will be ready for Monday, from heart and from brain.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Peace.
It is an uneasy process. There is garbage and filth all around. And then there are people, including me, who exist in this smelly backyard of this house whose owner lives now in New South Wales. Some have big noses, some have no eyeballs. Some have dirty teeth. They all speak mean things. They all wanted to go to a certain place. And only one of them would be the chosen one. So they would fight to go to the place. Every day.
No one knew how to go there. Though, they knew that there was a definite secret to do so.
Across the world, there are millions of such weird people who meet everyday across hundreds of countries in such backyards, who want to go to that place
I lie there. With my clothes torn, with a headache of a different kind. I am numb. There is no sensation. There is only noise that they all make which disturbs me. It hinders my thought process. I don't know what to do next. I want to go to that place too.
You must be thinking what this place that I am talking about really is. It is a place of peace. A place of satisfaction. A place of fulfillment. A place where all retribution ceases to exist by the power of the feat performed. At this place, nothing will matter.
I suddenly see that everything is different. I cannot see anything but a white screen. I go to touch it and realise that there is nothing there. It is not tangible. There is an endless expanse of white. There is no end. And I turn to look at where it begins and as expected, I see that there is no beginning either. I look down to see the colour of the floor. There is no floor. I seem to suspended be in the midst of white.
And all so suddenly, I am back in the filthy little backyard again. I find myself suffering from a lingering hangover which makes my mean comrades sound louder and more irritating.
I wonder what happened in that one moment. The beautiful place that I was in, only for a moment. I thought I had reached that place. Why couldn't I have stayed there and more importantly, how did I really get there?
It struck me. I had closed my eyes. It dawns on me. The process is not uneasy. It is the easiest. What really is difficult, is the decision to shut the eye.
No one knew how to go there. Though, they knew that there was a definite secret to do so.
Across the world, there are millions of such weird people who meet everyday across hundreds of countries in such backyards, who want to go to that place
I lie there. With my clothes torn, with a headache of a different kind. I am numb. There is no sensation. There is only noise that they all make which disturbs me. It hinders my thought process. I don't know what to do next. I want to go to that place too.
You must be thinking what this place that I am talking about really is. It is a place of peace. A place of satisfaction. A place of fulfillment. A place where all retribution ceases to exist by the power of the feat performed. At this place, nothing will matter.
I suddenly see that everything is different. I cannot see anything but a white screen. I go to touch it and realise that there is nothing there. It is not tangible. There is an endless expanse of white. There is no end. And I turn to look at where it begins and as expected, I see that there is no beginning either. I look down to see the colour of the floor. There is no floor. I seem to suspended be in the midst of white.
And all so suddenly, I am back in the filthy little backyard again. I find myself suffering from a lingering hangover which makes my mean comrades sound louder and more irritating.
I wonder what happened in that one moment. The beautiful place that I was in, only for a moment. I thought I had reached that place. Why couldn't I have stayed there and more importantly, how did I really get there?
It struck me. I had closed my eyes. It dawns on me. The process is not uneasy. It is the easiest. What really is difficult, is the decision to shut the eye.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Let Me Take You To a Different Place
To Vasundhara (the Environment Club of Symbiosis Centre for Management Studies-Undergraduate),
Let me take you to a different place,
Where no regrets come to your face,
Everyone you meet, you embrace,
Life goes on at a different pace.
There is nothing to bog you down,
When you make the best use of your crown,
Where hindrances cease to matter,
Because every obstacle you will shatter.
Let me take you to a different place,
A place, with quite a heavenly grace,
No honking, no traffic jams,
Only breezy weather and beautiful dams.
Peace and Calm enter your head,
Every night you go smiling to bed,
Every morning is when you take another birth
From the womb of your living room’s hearth.
Let me take you to a different place,
Where government problems are very scarce,
Where competition is necessarily fair,
And nothing possibly, gives you a scare.
Your eyes open and you realize,
To be in dreamland is not wise,
Your actions will be the magic broom,
That makes this planet Jannat or Jahannum.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Fool
Another of my attempts at writing songs....
Roaming on the roads alone,
Early in the hours of wee,
I found a fool finding his clone,
Did he really know what he wanted to see?
He touched his head to the ground,
Arose and touched his face,
Yelled a bit to see how he sounds,
"An idiot", he thought, "I am a disgrace"
Why was he afraid,
Who was he scared of?
What on his mind played?
Did he play cricket or did he play golf?
I wished I could talk to him,
An interesting personality was he,
Couldn't get what was his milk,
Only saw himself skim with glee.
Madness took him over,
He started playing with the drain cover,
Thought about all that happened unnecessarily,
Would you be surprised if i told you it was me?
Roaming on the roads alone,
Early in the hours of wee,
I found a fool finding his clone,
Did he really know what he wanted to see?
He touched his head to the ground,
Arose and touched his face,
Yelled a bit to see how he sounds,
"An idiot", he thought, "I am a disgrace"
Why was he afraid,
Who was he scared of?
What on his mind played?
Did he play cricket or did he play golf?
I wished I could talk to him,
An interesting personality was he,
Couldn't get what was his milk,
Only saw himself skim with glee.
Madness took him over,
He started playing with the drain cover,
Thought about all that happened unnecessarily,
Would you be surprised if i told you it was me?
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Dark Lord of Quant
We all have dreams to talk about but we know that some just win that 'Best Dream' award for whatsoever reason. I had such a dream last night. It ranked highest in terms of connectivity to my life and creativity.
To give you a brief background of my life nowadays, I am preparing for CAT 2010 and all the exams that follow in the season.
Coming back to the point, why I feel "Connectivity to my life" is an important criteria for ranking a dream is because some dreams are mindblowing, but take a lifetime or more to connect to our current life, that is, we cannot make any sense of them. For example, I had a dream that air borne seeds turned into poisonous insects and crowded the ceiling of my living room. Absolute vagueness.
The Dark Lord refers to none other than Voldemort. Now Voldemort haunted yet another part of this world. The world of Quant (Quantitative Ability). I could not see him in my dream. This was because his movement was as fast as his speed at calculation. In this episode, Voldemort would move in and out of the bodies of humans without a second of delay. So that was at least what I thought, initially. His dominance and power emerged from only one virtue- his prowess at manipulating and dealing with numbers. He used numbers to calculate the fate of what lay inside of the volume of the human body- its concept and character- the soul.
I could make something of it. I understood his magic. It was Co-ordinate Geometry. It was simple. He would map various locations of the person's body (finger tips, elbows etc) on Plane x, Plane Y and Plane Z. A crucial position for his magic to work would be the coordinate points of the person's brain. With this data he would use Distance and Section Formulae to determine the obvious. Also, the normal time in which a person responds to a certain stimulus would be the normal reflex time for that person. With the distance and the speed, the Lord would then know at what speed a confusing impulse is to be sent to that part of the body not only to instruct it to do something else, but also for it to not receive the impulse from the brain in the normal reflex time.
In this way, contrary to what I thought, the Dark Lord would control human beings from the outside. Coordinate Geometry was all that it was.
I did wake up scared as hell at 2 am. This was quite similar to the experience of a certain Mr. Potter in some other world, wasn't it? But I wouldn't know if I was his counterpart. I had no scar.
So what's your best dream?
To give you a brief background of my life nowadays, I am preparing for CAT 2010 and all the exams that follow in the season.
Coming back to the point, why I feel "Connectivity to my life" is an important criteria for ranking a dream is because some dreams are mindblowing, but take a lifetime or more to connect to our current life, that is, we cannot make any sense of them. For example, I had a dream that air borne seeds turned into poisonous insects and crowded the ceiling of my living room. Absolute vagueness.
The Dark Lord refers to none other than Voldemort. Now Voldemort haunted yet another part of this world. The world of Quant (Quantitative Ability). I could not see him in my dream. This was because his movement was as fast as his speed at calculation. In this episode, Voldemort would move in and out of the bodies of humans without a second of delay. So that was at least what I thought, initially. His dominance and power emerged from only one virtue- his prowess at manipulating and dealing with numbers. He used numbers to calculate the fate of what lay inside of the volume of the human body- its concept and character- the soul.
I could make something of it. I understood his magic. It was Co-ordinate Geometry. It was simple. He would map various locations of the person's body (finger tips, elbows etc) on Plane x, Plane Y and Plane Z. A crucial position for his magic to work would be the coordinate points of the person's brain. With this data he would use Distance and Section Formulae to determine the obvious. Also, the normal time in which a person responds to a certain stimulus would be the normal reflex time for that person. With the distance and the speed, the Lord would then know at what speed a confusing impulse is to be sent to that part of the body not only to instruct it to do something else, but also for it to not receive the impulse from the brain in the normal reflex time.
In this way, contrary to what I thought, the Dark Lord would control human beings from the outside. Coordinate Geometry was all that it was.
I did wake up scared as hell at 2 am. This was quite similar to the experience of a certain Mr. Potter in some other world, wasn't it? But I wouldn't know if I was his counterpart. I had no scar.
So what's your best dream?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Random thought.
Sometimes, the thing that stops us from going ahead is the fear of the enormousness of the unknown.
Monday, May 31, 2010
The Coffee Song
You're missing someone you love,
Thinking about all those fights,
When you never held out the dove.
Serve yourself that brown-lil mug,
Of freshly brewed bean,
The aromatic steams will hug,
Yeah..you're adult or a teen.
Lazy long afternoons, you want to make that call,
When you're off for a meeting, until night,
You're always there in the meeting hall,
Always end up doing wrong, when you wannabe right!
Serve yourself that brown-lil mug,
Of freshly brewed bean,
The aromatic steams will hug,
Yeah..you're adult or a teen.
Uninteresting lectures and boring bards,
Trying to teach you physics in school,
Why don't they ever think of art?
Why...oh why..is the system so uncool?
Serve yourself that beautiful mug,
Of freshly brewed bean,
The aromatic steams will hug,
Yeah..you're adult or a teen.
Happiness you will get with time,
Company or purpose,
Singing along with me this rhyme,
You will never call this life a curse.
So,serve yourself that beautiful mug,
Of freshly brewed bean,
The aromatic steams will hug,
Yeah..you're adult or a teen.
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Friday, May 28, 2010
Training
The training must go on,
One difficult situation after the other,
From each heaven is a hell born,
All this on earth, makes me shudder.
The joy is in a string of special moments,
Sorrow, an unending maze,
Just when life seems to have low rents,
Starts the sub prime crisis phase.
The eyes go so moist most of the time,
Trickling tears on the cheeks quick,
Receiving punishment for a noble crime,
Haven Happiness shatters brick by brick.
And then some time passes by,
For us to only see the dawn,
The distant rays, a relieved sigh,
The distant rays, a relieved sigh,
Finding a teary-eyed overwhelming morn.
Thinking of what happened and why,
Suddenly not wanting to lose the moment,
Forgetting the sorrow, looking at the sky,
Orange-red fruit for bearing the training torment.
Forgetting the sorrow, looking at the sky,
Orange-red fruit for bearing the training torment.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Kahaan ho?
Sometimes life puts you into such situations, that boredom is inevitable. Moments, evenings, days and even weeks pass by. But there is nothing to do, other than what you are supposed to do. There is nothing new, nothing exciting and nothing which makes you want to live. You just live because you are alive.
I am going through one such blank, empty spaced phase of my life. This is because I have the 'yellow fever' i.e. Jaundice. By the way, I do not have Yellow Fever. Yellow Fever is something completely different. I have Jaundice. I am just calling it 'yellow fever' because my eyes, nose, face, hands and legs are yellow and I have fever.
My mind nowadays is super idle, so I am filling it up with sitcoms, books, movies etc. Also, a lot of thoughts gush in. Thoughts about graduation, about friends who I miss so much, about all the food I cannot have, about friends who meet me often nowadays, about past relationships and finally, the category on which we all get stuck, "Myself".
I am sure most of you will agree with me that we, in highly contemplative moods, don't really know what to do with ourselves. We do not even know if there is anything to say or do. We are just stuck, waiting for life to move on.
I too, am waiting for life to move ahead. It seems to have come to a standstill. It's like I am trying to push an aeroplane, hoping for it to move so fast that a take off would be possible. When days are to be spent without doing anything, it's killing. Sometimes I just lay on the bed looking at the clock. A second seems the longest in such situations. Thankfully, I am recovering quickly now and I can divert my attention to making productive efforts just like this one.
As I write to you, I figure the logic of God/Nature/Universe, whatever you want to call it. We all go places in the journey of our lives. And what I mean by that, is that we fly to places. Currently I have reached my next destination, but it's just that I don't have landing space which is why I will have to wait for the signal from the the air traffic control officer. So where are you? Flying to your destination, just landed or taking off?
I am going through one such blank, empty spaced phase of my life. This is because I have the 'yellow fever' i.e. Jaundice. By the way, I do not have Yellow Fever. Yellow Fever is something completely different. I have Jaundice. I am just calling it 'yellow fever' because my eyes, nose, face, hands and legs are yellow and I have fever.
My mind nowadays is super idle, so I am filling it up with sitcoms, books, movies etc. Also, a lot of thoughts gush in. Thoughts about graduation, about friends who I miss so much, about all the food I cannot have, about friends who meet me often nowadays, about past relationships and finally, the category on which we all get stuck, "Myself".
I am sure most of you will agree with me that we, in highly contemplative moods, don't really know what to do with ourselves. We do not even know if there is anything to say or do. We are just stuck, waiting for life to move on.
I too, am waiting for life to move ahead. It seems to have come to a standstill. It's like I am trying to push an aeroplane, hoping for it to move so fast that a take off would be possible. When days are to be spent without doing anything, it's killing. Sometimes I just lay on the bed looking at the clock. A second seems the longest in such situations. Thankfully, I am recovering quickly now and I can divert my attention to making productive efforts just like this one.
As I write to you, I figure the logic of God/Nature/Universe, whatever you want to call it. We all go places in the journey of our lives. And what I mean by that, is that we fly to places. Currently I have reached my next destination, but it's just that I don't have landing space which is why I will have to wait for the signal from the the air traffic control officer. So where are you? Flying to your destination, just landed or taking off?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Miss Sunshine
This one is a birthday dedication to an extremely special friend.
You met me at 3:61 pm
In the first month of the 13th grade,
I knew I would see you every sem,
To meet the media commitment we had made.
But i never imagined,
That we would share friendship of this kind,
Like in chocolate Lindt,
And that with happy moments we both would bind.
Semester one to four,
We went through our individual roller coasters,
From periphery to core,
We were put through the grind; the Head's cabin or our paper posters.
The "matters of the heart" were another story,
Many rights; Some wrongs,
Whatever we did, we did come out with shining glory,
We made wonderful songs.
And now, I hope you enjoyed the roller coaster today,
At the exciting World of Essel,
Happy Birthday friend, I wish I wasn't away,
So that this to you, personally I could tell!
So I shall log out with the thought for today,
Whatever you do girl, don't put your sunshine away,
Because with it, you can be attractive and gay! :P ;)
Jaaaaaaani...Wish you a very very happy birthday!
You met me at 3:61 pm
In the first month of the 13th grade,
I knew I would see you every sem,
To meet the media commitment we had made.
But i never imagined,
That we would share friendship of this kind,
Like in chocolate Lindt,
And that with happy moments we both would bind.
Semester one to four,
We went through our individual roller coasters,
From periphery to core,
We were put through the grind; the Head's cabin or our paper posters.
The "matters of the heart" were another story,
Many rights; Some wrongs,
Whatever we did, we did come out with shining glory,
We made wonderful songs.
And now, I hope you enjoyed the roller coaster today,
At the exciting World of Essel,
Happy Birthday friend, I wish I wasn't away,
So that this to you, personally I could tell!
So I shall log out with the thought for today,
Whatever you do girl, don't put your sunshine away,
Because with it, you can be attractive and gay! :P ;)
Jaaaaaaani...Wish you a very very happy birthday!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Divine Moments
They come only once in a while,
After a storm, a turbulence so vile.
Smiling, they leave you, with peace plenty,
So much that it feels that it was meant to be.
Trust, faith and love restored,
Like flowers blooming in spring galore.
So much so is the beauty of life,Time is a myth,
Years are short but minutes are long.
Relationships change, but people stay on,
Songs change, but let the music goes on.
After a storm, a turbulence so vile.
Smiling, they leave you, with peace plenty,
So much that it feels that it was meant to be.
Trust, faith and love restored,
Like flowers blooming in spring galore.
So much so is the beauty of life,Time is a myth,
Years are short but minutes are long.
Relationships change, but people stay on,
Songs change, but let the music goes on.
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Final Countdown.
This one goes to all my batch mates, the ones who are about to sit for their final TY exams.
Consider the comparison.
Consider the comparison.
A 1500 m run. 500 m every year.
In the beginning, the minds were fresh, so were the bodies. Muscular, young, the run was lithe with grace.
Every lap was 200 m and seven and a half were to be completed.
The first lap was brilliant. It was happy rather. Vibrant and easy. So were the next few.
But the 4th lap was the test. That is after completing 600m of the race. The body almost broke down. It starved of glucose. It felt like the body was dying. The mind did not know what to do. All that was in the head, in the arms, in the calf muscles, in the thumping heart was a craving for glucose. And glucose supplements were placed at the beginning of the lap. And it would be available only at the beginning of the 5th lap. The mind wouldn't give up. The body had nothing in it. But the will was strong. And the body, empty nevertheless, made it to the beginning of the 5th lap.
All was well then. There was good refueling done. The body flourished and the legs sprang back to graceful movement. The worst had been surpassed and for that the mind and body peacefully ran the race.
Before realization could dawn on all of us, we all completed seven good laps in total. A brilliant feat. 1400 m of non stop running.
The race is not over. It is about these last 100m that will determine the state of the race. And it is all about speed and capacity. Because the body is attuned to the comfortable pace of running. The body will now have to sprint. So let us bolt through these few days guys, and complete grad like Bolt himself. All the best. Crack 'em up!
Every lap was 200 m and seven and a half were to be completed.
The first lap was brilliant. It was happy rather. Vibrant and easy. So were the next few.
But the 4th lap was the test. That is after completing 600m of the race. The body almost broke down. It starved of glucose. It felt like the body was dying. The mind did not know what to do. All that was in the head, in the arms, in the calf muscles, in the thumping heart was a craving for glucose. And glucose supplements were placed at the beginning of the lap. And it would be available only at the beginning of the 5th lap. The mind wouldn't give up. The body had nothing in it. But the will was strong. And the body, empty nevertheless, made it to the beginning of the 5th lap.
All was well then. There was good refueling done. The body flourished and the legs sprang back to graceful movement. The worst had been surpassed and for that the mind and body peacefully ran the race.
Before realization could dawn on all of us, we all completed seven good laps in total. A brilliant feat. 1400 m of non stop running.
The race is not over. It is about these last 100m that will determine the state of the race. And it is all about speed and capacity. Because the body is attuned to the comfortable pace of running. The body will now have to sprint. So let us bolt through these few days guys, and complete grad like Bolt himself. All the best. Crack 'em up!
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