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?

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?

The Difficult Step

Random thought.

Sometimes, the thing that stops us from going ahead is the fear of the enormousness of the unknown.

The Coffee Song

On lonesome mornings after sleepless nights,
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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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,

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.

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?

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!

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.

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. 

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!