Soloman's Grave....(I didn't have anything else to write.So....)

On Soloman's grave she wept and wept,
Yearning for the wisdom of ages,
Until of all emotions she was bereft,
And her mind imprisoned itself in sorrowful cages.

She was the Queen of Bethsheba.

Born To Kill...

Finally I knew. As she lay there drowning in her own blood, I stood by, a silent spectator, quietly enjoying the gruesome show of gore unfolding before me in the still of the night. The accidental bullet from my gun had caught her square in the chest, bursting her lungs open. Blood sprouted out of her lungs like a sprinkler as she struggled for breath. She writhed in agony for a full minute before life finally went out of her. Her face looked contorted, lending the ambience a ghostly feel. I touched the muzzle of my gun. It felt warm. And I felt liberated; free from the shackles of my conscience. Now that it was over, I felt myself cleansed through and through. I now knew what I was meant to be. The message was loud and clear. There was only one thing which could quench my lingering thirst.

                                      Blood…….

                    I had been ‘BORN TO KILL’ 

Two And Counting.......

He stood on the edge of the parapet, a precarious half an inch flat stone wedged awkwardly a foot below the safety railing of the roof. He had decided to end his life. He had listed down several options to do so. Cyanide, a bullet to his brain, hanging from the ceiling, all of them. However none seemed to appeal more than a jump from the rooftop. He wanted it to be shocking and a public spectatorship event.

Well, anyway coming back to the scenario, as he stood on the roof he pondered what could be the best possible reason to end his life. He hadn’t had the time to decide before, being caught up in the preparations for his jump. And he drew a blank now. Anyways after much contemplation, he zeroed in the prevalent discrimination against male students in engineering colleges during gradation of exam papers. It was a serious issue no doubt and someone had to stand up to it. Or may be jump for it. As he thought all these, he gave his head a vigorous shake, straightened himself and jumped……..

The phone rang incessantly like an irritating cacophony. Finally much to the relief of anyone who was listening, it went in to the “leave a message mode”….A voice crackled in…

“Gyani? (His friends called him so)...dude you wouldn’t believe it! The profs did it again man!!!!The girls topped again!!and they didn’t even give me the minimum passing marks! You know I managed a sneak peak into Neha’s papers. I swear dude! She had written literally nothing. And she managed a 70!!Wtf??? It’s too much man! Enough is enough! Anyways gotta go. By the way have you jumped yet? I am planning to do the same from a floor lower than you. See ya at the bottom of the building dude.”

p.s. All characters are fictitious as is the perceived bias against us the boys. However I still managed to score quite low during my college days. I wonder why…….

Down and Up....

This is dedicated to a very special person,someone who has helped shape my thoughts,aspirations and my destiny.And that person is in trouble today.
Dear Special One,
                          I know you are pissed off. Even I am. I know you have lost your way in the quagmire called life, and that you are desparate to get out of that rut. I know you seem to have to lost your unique identity and want to get that back as soon as possible.
                         So here I am,trying to say the same words you said to me a few years back.
"Rise up,all is not lost. Remeber you are better than you think and you are bloody damn talented.You got doubters??Give 'em Hell!!!you are smart enought o be human.Don't make a mockery of yourself by giving in to despair.You can sing better than most people and love your club better than the bandwagon fans.So get up,you lazy bum and start blazing away to glory."

                                                                                                                               Yours faithfully,
                                                                                                                                Abhijnan



p.s. The special person is I,Me and Myself.

The Bet...

Sam and Sandra- A love story gone horribly wrong like countless others. It was the same old thing. They were childhood friends. Sam thought the friendship was love but Sandra didn’t and so on and so forth. However this story ain’t about their ‘aww’ cute friendship. It’s about something bigger than that.

The scenario is a few years after Sam’s marriage. Sam had joined the MBA Bandwagon and had firmly established himself in a financial services entity and had found a wife too. Sandra meanwhile had gone on to become a negotiator with the Indian Government and hence had to put marriage on the back-burner.

It was a cool night and Sam found the idea of a quick beer tempting. He waved his chauffeur off and walked down to the nearest pub, a posh little place that had just opened up at the corner of the street. As the pub loomed large near him, he loosened his tie and with one final sigh of tiredness entered through the front glass panel. Barely had he taken a few paces inside when he stopped, frozen in his place. Directly in front of him was Sandra, sipping a beer, oblivious to the surroundings. Sam felt uneasy. Should he approach her? He didn’t know what to say. “Oh well, what the hell?” with a deep breath and a quick shrug of his shoulders, he reached her in a few confident steps and touched her on the shoulder. “Hello Sandra,” he said softly.

She turned back and gasped. “Sam!” She exclaimed, visibly excited at seeing her old buddy, “OH MY GOD! Long time!”

Sam nodded in agreement. A long time it had surely been. 5 years to be precise.  She had lost her radiance; Sam noticed and couldn’t help but feel satisfied about it. Thank GOD that his wife was more beautiful. “Well Sam, how’s Linda?” Linda was Sam’s wife. “She is good.”

They talked on for a while, reminiscing their old days and exchanged some customary pleasantries. After a while they couldn’t find any more to discuss and started playing with their drinks. Suddenly Sandra said “Sam, I have something to tell you”. Sam looked up from his beer. “Yes, go ahead.”

“I was thinking about how you had wanted me to marry you years back and I had refused. It all seemed so silly then! I had wanted to devote myself to my career. However after all these years of loneliness, I feel maybe I was wrong. What do you think Sam?”

Sam was dumbstruck. He didn’t know how to answer the question. Finally he spoke, albeit haltingly, “I think what happened was for the best. I do not think about it now.”

“Yeah you are probably right; I guess” Sandra replied quietly.”Anyways I need to get back to my apartment. It was nice catching up with you.” They shook hands and exchanged an awkward hug. Sandra picked up her coat and walked out the front door while Sam stayed behind to finish his beer. He heard the screeching of tires and wondered how he might have pissed her off. He gulped down the remnants of his can, tipped the waiter and walked out into the street.

He started walking down the road, lost in thoughts. He didn’t notice the police car that had screeched to a halt a few paces from him. It was when he suddenly felt two strong arms on his wrist did he jerk back to the reality. He was terrified. Police??What the hell?

“We have received an anonymous tip that you are in possession of banned narcotics. Sir please show us what you are carrying.”

Narcotics! What are they saying? Sam was lost. He protested, “No sir, you are mistaken! I am no drug dealer. I work in a respectable firm. I just had a beer. I am returning home now.”

He tried to force his way out but the man in uniform held him steadily while another started searching his pockets. ”Here!” he suddenly said, and held out a packet containing a whitish dust. “How do you explain this sir?” as Sam looked at the packet, he felt a wave of fear. He mumbled a protest “This is not mine! I don’t know how it came to be in my pocket!”

The police shoved him into the squad car. Sam started crying. “It’s not mine! It’s not mine!” he wailed. The car sped away into the night.

Sam was lodged into a temporary cell and was given the provision of a lawyer. Sam had given up hope. His whole world had come crashing down. He cursed his fate. Why did he merit such punishment? He barely listened to his lawyer’s words. Suddenly a guard appeared with a tray.

“Sam Donald, a package for you.” The guard put it down on his bench and left. Sam eyed it wearily. He picked it up and tore open the packaging. Inside was a rose and a letter. He opened the letter and started reading it. His eyes became wider with shock as he read through it.

“Dear Sam,

                  I couldn’t help but envy you for the lovely life you had-lots of money, a good wife and a car too I guess while I went about unemployed. Yes I had been thrown out of my job for failing on more than one occasion. I have huge debts that need to be repaid. So I thought it wasn’t fair that you enjoyed a good life while I rot away to oblivion. I had to give you a taste of my life, you see.

                  I am a drug addict now and hence always have a vial or two upon me. Remember that hug? Yeah that is when I put it in your pocket without you realizing it. I then hopped onto my stolen car and went to the nearest booth and alerted the police. That’s how you got caught. However never mind. I have a guy who is willing to testify for a thousand dollars that he saw a street thug put the packet in your pocket.

                                                                                                                                With love,

                                                                                                                                Sandra.”

Sam looked up at his lawyer, dumfounded. Sandra! How could she do this to her. He let the lawyer read the letter. He read it, folded it and said “We must get this guy to testify for us. We can go after her later” Sam nodded.

The rest is pretty boring. The guy testified for the thousand dollars and Sam walked free, all charges dropped against him. But he could never forgive Sandra. He was surprised to see he felt only a profound sadness and no vengeance towards her. He had surely loved her a lot after all.

Ten days after this incident, an envelope arrived at a shadowy house on the far corner of the street. The postman knocked at the door. It was opened by a woman, pale but expectant. She tore open the envelope. Inside it was a letter.

“Dear Sandra,

                      Thank you for what you did. We had bet on women being powerless compared to men. And I have won. Please also find inside a token of my appreciation.

                                                                                                                                       With love,

                                                                                                                                       Linda.”

Sandra shook the envelope and out came into her hands a cheque for 20,000 dollars.

           

p.s. Sandra had come to know about Sam’s impending visit to the bar from Linda who Sam had called and informed about his plan to visit the pub.

The Sharp Dressed Lady..(inspired by the cult song "Sharp-Dressed Man" by ZZ TOP)

I saw the sharp dressed lady,

She called a taxi cab,

She was going to the Sunday church,

And my o my!  Did she look fab!

Oh my sharp dressed lady,

Could you not stop for a while?

Turn around and look at me,

And give me your flashing smile?

She was my sharp dressed lady,

She was my wicked dream,

She was my prettiest lass,

My painting’s theme.

She was the wild wild one,

Born of the open space,

A daughter of nature,

And o that angelic face!

She turned and looked at me,

With a grin that made me heady,

I can’t stop thinking about her,

She is my, she is my Sharp-Dressed Lady.

The Fall of Humanity

Gunning on an empty tank,

With no good virtue to thank,

On a Godless sea that rank,

With vices, HUMANITY finally sank.

Nature and Me....

I tried to paint a thousand colours,

But managed only blue,

I tried to choose from different shades

But couldn’t get the perfect hue.

I tried to find the best palette,

I looked for it here and there,

“The world is there!” whispered someone,

And I started painting everywhere!

I sought the best light for me,

To make my scribbling bright,

The sun was there by the day,

The moon and stars at night.

I sat to draw my heart out,

And wanted so many things,

I realised Mother Nature is always there,

To give my imagination wings!

Born To Die..

If I ever lose my life in a battle ground,

And my body is ne’er again found,

Tell my mom not to cry,

‘Cause I am a soldier, Born To Die.

If I don’t come back when I should,

And don’t repay your faith the ways I could,

Pretty lass, trust me, I will always be nigh,

‘Cause I am a soldier, Born To Die.

If I ever failed you as a worthy son,

And didn’t man up before I was gone,

My father, let me end my life on a high,

‘Cause I am a soldier, Born To Die.

If I never get to see your faces again,

And laugh about old times forgetting the pain,

Dear friends, remember me with a smile, not a sigh,

‘Cause I am a soldier, Born To Die.

Above Them All

I am a great hypnotic, perhaps the greatest. History is testimony to that. Heroin and marijuana have only spurred gang wars or maybe some international diplomatic tussles. I on the other hand have been a runaway winner in this regard. My resume boasts of an impressive Two World Wars and all other annexation and political battles. Ha! Beat that.

I am also a great leveler. I do not distinguish between religions, race, caste or creed or between princes and paupers, Samsons and weaklings or between the fools and intelligentsia. I affect all and sundry. Right from the owner of the next door car garage to the President of a country, everybody likes to be able to pull the strings. I have succeeded long back where others have failed. For I can unite.

I am a magnet. I attract the sanest minds driving them insane! I draw the men out of their comfort zone and get them to live their dreams for a while. Then when they feel being on cloud nine, I crush them under my unforgiving feet. Even GOD and LUCIFER fought for me. I gave in to none!

I am the joy of morning and the sorrow of night. I am the Saviour of many and the Death of others. They call me The Greatest Drug of All. They call me

                                        "                                                  "

                                                   POWER

Il potere è sangue. Sangue è potere.

The Length And Breadth Of It...

Big shot, Thin ice, Small fish, Fat check,

Loose tongue, Tight strings, Narrow lanes, Wide neck.

Halter top, Starter food, Stopper gap, Running tap.

Push-ups, Press downs, Long drives, Small nap.

Enzo Red, Yellow Lamb, Silver Aston, Shelby Maybach,

Amby White, Bubble Blue, Celeste Green, Bentley Black.

Blue Sky, Green Fields, White Snow, Black Coal,

Lateral Thinking, Mazy Run, Sharp Shoot, Common Goal.

Straight Road, Bent Poker, Corner Café, Centre Stage,

Over the Head, Down to Earth, Max Profits, Min Wage.

A-List, X-Files, Y-Gen, Z-Bar,

E-Mail, F-Word, U-turn, B-War.

Snake Eyes, Hawk Nose, Horse Legs, Lion Heart,

Eagle Sight, Shark Smell, Cat Stealth, Penguin Smart.

Fried Chicken, Skimmed Milk, Mac Burger, Hot Dog,

Heavy Rains, Light Shower, Desert Storm, Dense Fog.

Been there, Done that, Seen it, Set Shop,

Smart Ass, Lazy Bum, Super Sloth, FULL STOP.

Cowgirl In The Sand.....By Neil Young.(AWESOME SONG>>AWESOME GUITAR RIFFS!!!)

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command?
Can I stay here for a while?
Can I see your sweet sweet smile?
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust
Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust?
After all the sin we've had
I was hopin' that we'd turn bad
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
Hello woman of my dreams
This is not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want to play this game.

How I Wish I Could..

I….I want to fly so high,

Like a tiny speck across the sky,

Trees a blur as I fly by,

Flying on till heaven is nigh.

I….I want to run so fast,

Racing by as cars go past,

Sounds of civilization? But a distant blast,

Run on, on and on, on till I last.

I….I want to scream so loud,

Till ripples are felt in the distant ground,

Till it buries every other sound,

Shout, till my voice is lost and found.

I….I want to dance so great,

A joy in the mood, a spring in each step,

The night melts away and daylight takes shape,

Dance on till my feet need help.

I….I want to laugh so bright,

Like a ray of hope that makes everything alright,

Like an angel that takes away all the fright,

And spreads far and wide, the divine white light.

I….I want to have so much fun,

Fun that stays from night till dawn,

Like a ship sailing on and on,

Here ends the wish list of whimsical Abhijnan!!

FanSpeak...

I see so many people wearing UTD jerseys because it’s chic to wear so, a style statement. As an ardent United fan it pains me to no end at this apparent disrespect to a great club. For how many of those who don a Rooney or Ronaldo jersey even know of the Munich air disaster??Or that our training ground is at Carrington Road?? Or that our original jerseys were green and golden and not Red? Or that George Best was the most skillful United player ever or that we were the first English team to win the European Cup?

My passionate relationship (hell call it frenzied admiration!!) with United began 13 years ago. Let me tell you how it all began.

12^th August, 1998:

The date will forever be etched in my memory. That was the day I first saw the Red devils play. The opposition was LK LODZ I think although I am not sure.

A Gary Neville cross and a Giggsy dribble before slotting the ball into the bottom right corner, Sublime! That was the word that had come to my mind then and 13 years on the match against Schalke reminded me of that very word, again.

Till then my soccer world was limited to the world cups and predictably Brazilian samba magic and Argentine Jogo Bonito! And to one Zinedine Zidan for his heroics in the world cup just concluded.

However the first United match opened up a totally new world to me! It was magical and best of all, all the year round! Then of course throughout the course of the season there happened the Barcelona classics, the smiling assassins Solskjaer and Dwight Yorke, the new sensation called David Beckham, Roy Keane’s El Capitaine performance at Turin and so much more! Manchester United created history by winning the Treble, a feat perhaps never to be repeated again in the near future.

However all these pale in comparison to the two moments which sealed my allegiance to the Red Devils forever.

 The first is a goal remembered and revered with great affection by all United fans for rarely had such a goal been scored in such a crunch high voltage tie. Giggs took the ball in his own half and burst past four Arsenal players and at the end of that energy sapping jinking run had a finish up his sleeves of the highest quality. It was a wonder goal, worthy of winning any match by its sheer explosiveness and its intricate craftsmanship. I bowed in heartfelt gratitude! I was honoured to support a team which boasted of such a player.

The second is of course the more famous comeback by United in the dying moments of the Champions league final against Bayern Munich. Deep into the injury time United found the resolve and the heart and the luck of the champions to come back from a goal down and score two that won them the highest European prize after a gap of 31 years! That was one moment I want to relive again and again. Simply magical!!

Then afterwards came so many great players, I came to know about the history of the club, how it had built its success on tragedy, the Munich air disaster , about Eric ‘the king’ Cantona,  George Best, Dennis Law, Sir Bobby Charlton and so many other great players. Ruud Van Nistelrooy, Christiano Ronaldo and Rooney happened; we won the CL again in 2008 and equaled Liverpool’s record of the most number of domestic titles in 2009.

However the 1998-1999 season won’t happen again. It was one of a kind and would probably always remain a memory to savour.

It was a love affair that started in 1998 and is now into its 13^th year and still going strong!!

Glory, glory MAN UTD

Glory, glory MAN UTD,

Glory, glory MAN UTD,

As the REDS go marching on, on, on!!

Confessions Of A NutJob.(Buro and Milo to my dear school friends)..

(Disclaimer)-The following events are true and any resemblance to any person living or dead is totally intended.

The I.C.S.E exams had just been over but carried with it no sense of euphoria. In fact it signaled an end of childhood and the first meaningful journey into adulthood where career was primary started right there.

As is usual with most students, for me too it meant the starting of tuitions for class 11 and 12 and preparation for the HOLY GRAIL of engineering-IITJEE.

The first 5 months (or it maybe 6) went by in a blur. The Board results came out and I gloated over my 6 pointer. For the next few days I became an insufferable haughty idiot prepared to look down on anyone who had scored less than me. Well I had always been kind of a whacko throughout my life but those few months I was more impossible to bear than usual.

Nonetheless new people came in. So new friendships were forged and new kinds of banter learnt and exchanged. To my delight I found of my favorite teachers teaching us English. I was already some kind of a teacher’s pet then, especially hers and she had a reputation of having too much of an old school no nonsense attitude. To this day I wonder who the more intolerable soul was for the first few months, me or her.

However even I became tired of this constant doting attention and to the relief of us all, she left after a few months, and we were spared further torture(well I wanted to use a better word but my vocab stinks so….).

Now it so happened that I had managed to create a lot of bad blood between myself and the rest and therefore tried to act heroic by refusing to be nominated for the position of the HEADBOY of the school on being asked by someone who was equally unpopular as her friend, the departed teacher.

Of course everyone saw through the hollowness of it all and I did not manage t win many hearts in the process. Then there was also the truth which had been pointed out to me a few days earlier by a friend of mine (in the midst of some argument as far as I remember) which was that I had neither the lks nor the charisma nr even the smartness to be the head boy of our school. To this day I thank the benevolent soul silently who dared to call a spade a spade and nothing else.

Then there was the issue of change of our classroom. We welcomed it at first grudgingly because our current premises offered the best view that was possible of the Loreto Convent. In a testosterone charged atmosphere the little miss sunshines were our best hope. However our new classroom proved to be spacious and had an admirable quality of having only doors and no windows at all. This proved to be a boon later on.

I had chosen computers as subject and much to our delight found we had a recess period whenever a class was supposed to take place for the subject. We utilized it fully and played cricket, lots of it. I made 12 out of 5 balls in the very first match and to this very day it remains my best performance ever in the sporting arena.

Time flew by and soon the exams were upon us. I was so confident about math, having scored a pretty 98 in the board exams and was already dreaming of putting the ball out of the park even before the paper had arrived. And I was in for a shocker! I somehow managed to sit through the grueling three hours of the exam. No wonder when the results came out I found I had scored the lowest in class. My arrogance was once and for all busted and it worked wonders for me! I realized I wasn’t infallible and hence I became more tolerable to the general masses. Strange how uniting bad marks can be as I learnt then and saw throughout my college life. I am much friendlier now having had my own share of tough luck

Thank you failure!

p.s. My marks in Mathematics for that semester read: 42/100

A Travel Monologue..

I sailed over a thousand seas,
I crossed a thousand mountains,
I have passed through unwelcome woods,
And drank from sparkling fountains.

I have sculled over bottomless depths,
In search of one true love,
I have trespassed over private lands,
And touched the sky above.

I have fought with beasts and raced with men,
And made merry till the hour of dawn,
I have drank with the Gods and sinned with the Dark,
All for the woman that I want.

The endless quest goes on and on,
On and on till I may die,
Love I might not have got, my lady I might not have found,

But I gained the exhilir of life.

My travels took me far and beyond,
Beyond the realms of possibility,
And I shall move on and on,
Till I fade into eternity.

The Lost Greens...

“Greens o greens, where art thou gone?”
Cries the boy standing on the brink of fading green,
all alone.
Where art thou gone, o lovely days of yesteryears,
The eyes search for lost days amid hot streaming tears.

As he stands on the edge of time preparing for the final leap,
The greens call him back, they who he yearned to keep,
They who he desired more than anything else,
They who could shield him against adulthood’s treacherous spells.

“Greens, o greens, will you not come back for me?
I want you; I want to be free,”
Cries the boy with his heart bleeding out dry.
He wants to go back to the days when he was but a small fry.

“Green, my friend paint me all over again,
I want to be back to my yonder days,
I want to be a child again,
I want to walk back,” so the child says.

But lo! No one listens to his words,
His pitiful cries ringing out in the distance,
He takes his final step forward,
And passes into the realm of adult existence.

Maa....

What is Ma? I had often asked myself. The woman I still ran to at the slightest want of warmth was for me still a mystery to define until recently. And then I thought “Screw all conventional definitions. I am going to define Ma from my own heart. Ma is that feeling when I am lonely and desperately want a hug. Ma is that assurance I always give myself before I do something stupid. Ma is that shelter which I know will always be for me even when the whole world tries to desecrate me. Ma is that patience which will always forgive my mistakes. Ma is that magic hand from which pops something magical every time my tummy yearns for food. Ma is that blind eye to all my shortcomings. To her I am the best no matter how much you all disagree. Ma is that epitome of attention who will always listen to whatever I blabber. Ma is that clockwork who I know will always re-arrange my clothes and books no matter which corner of the earth they will grace. Ma is that smell for me which I get first on reaching home after an exhaustive journey. Ma is that out-of the world indefinable entity which an asshole like me is trying to define at 4:00 a.m in the morning instead of catching up on some sleep. By the way I ain’t on a high.

It Was HER...

He caught his breath. It was her. She was standing under the flickering neon light. “After all these years,” he smiled to himself. That same elegance and beauty. He could say it was her without even looking further. And the years started winding back in his mind. Memories came flashing back, images from a distant past that had been lost amidst the quagmire of life. Until now. “How do I approach her?” Indecision gripped him. The years had taken their toll. ”She wouldn’t recognize me now, “he thought. He tried to chalk out a plan that would see him approach her as an old friend without giving anything away without his current penniless existence. He tried and cancelled out several options. At last he decided the best way would be to approach her directly. He started to walk towards her, his heart pounding in anticipation. Just then a man came out of the nearby shop and before our man could say something went up to her in three steps flat. Our man took a brief pause, dumbstruck. He then nodded to himself. Who was he kidding? She had moved on with her life. Jealousy gripped him. He wanted to tear apart the man from the shop. He had to confront him. He resumed his walk this time at a brisk pace. The walk cooled him down. He accepted it was no use blaming the man from the shop. It was he himself who had failed her. He changed his mind and decided to say his last words to her. However it was too late. Before he could reach her, she screeched away leaving behind a cloud of dust and smoke and her former owner. He kept gazing at the ’69 Chevy, his baby, he had nurtured and loved over the years but had to let go of due to unprecedented hard times. Finally she moved away beyond the horizon leaving a broken man in her wake.

YOU..

When You have no faith no more,
And You are now not that sure,
And You can feel the empty roar,
You know life’s a bitch, life’s a whore.

And then You come crashing down,
To the deepest bowels of the sand,
And You realize you are a loser, You clown,
With none to give You a hand.

Times are but a’changing,
But You are not aware,
You still think You could make it,
Beware, beware.

When You are down and out of hope,
And think of nothing else,
But to hang Yourself by the rope,
And pray for a miracle.

Well, that’s when I say You are ready,
Ready to begin anew,
Show the world you are not anybody,
But a force that slowly grew.

Rise now from the ashes,
And dust off the pain,
Remove Your petty shackles,
And let the earth remember Your name.

FOREVER……

Random Rubbish!!

There is a golden rule that is followed on the streets of bengal.if two vehicles are the bigger one among the two is always to be blamed.The Goliath,you see , is always the rogue. WHO CAN DARE blame the poor David? What doesn't meet the eye or is buried in the volley of outbursts aimed at the unfortunate driver is the fact that more often than not that it is the samller vehicles who are the real culprits.at the helm of these smaller vehicles(read two-wheelesrs) are the y-Gen Romoes with their pillion riding Juliets hugging them so tightly in a show of wanton affection that they look like flood victims clinging onto a piece of log for dear life.They are further emboldened by the fact that the above rule had been enfoeced for centuries before them.With such a pedigree they surely can feel safe and carefree.Further they need to assert their machismo lest they be branded pussies.It was just the other day that i.having just learnt to drive my car,decided to take it for a spin on the main street.Unfortunately the street leads to a park ,so it advertantly plays host to love-struck couples looking for a quick getaway.Aware of this peril,I drove cautiously sometimes overtly so but nonetheless very carefully.The speedometer had just climbed to sixtywhen out of the blue,without a fair warning,emerged a lovelorn two-wheeler from around a blind bend.I had to brake hard and in the process bumped my head against the car.Well the choicest of expletives did escape my mouth.Even the biker had stopped,apparently dumstruck at his own stupidity. I got out and gave them quite a mouthful.Both of them remained silent,managed a small apology under their breath and drove off before further embarassment.I was then that I realised how wonderful it felt to blast someone for their misdemeanors.......Blah...

The Sail Of Life..

 When all's been said and done,
And you are still at open sea,
Remember your journey had just begun
To the promised land of tranquility.

While the winds may howl and waves may roar,
Leaving you teethering in doubt,
God's helping hand will cast you ashore,
If no other help is there about.

And when you finally do hit,
The harbour of eternal bliss,
Say a silent prayer for not saying QUIT,
When all hope seemed totally amiss.

Our life is one big ocean,
And we sail its unpredictable waters,
Sailors ahoy,come my brethren,
Lets throw away our fetters.

For those who row with open mind,
Will be rewarded richly,
The closed spirits, Troubles shall find
and trouble them eternally.

Let us Sail the Sail of Life.....

                                                BON VOYAGE!!!!   

I Run..

Past the shining candles of the Present I rush
In pursuit of fleeting glory,
That one day I might see the fruits of labour
Before life fades away into a silent hush.

I run from voices of the past
They who warn me of the dangers ahead
 The dangers of an untraded path,
Still I run,I run breathless, I ran fast.


I run to catch her tail, 

 The billowing gown of Lady Luck,
She is cunning, She is deceptive,
But I am game too, I am not frail.

One day I will reach there at last,
The Promised Land of untold riches.
Until then I run, run as fast as I can,
With a passion bred of the dreams of the past.

Just Like That..

He looked up at her. The uncanny resemblance to the person he liked to watch most on TV was disturbing.Each and every time.Ofcourse he couldn't say it out loud but he wanted to change that face forever.He wanted to forget it like it had been a bad dream. Only he was powerless to do so.He wasn't GOD and  he hated himself for his handicap. He hated her too.Sometimes it was confusing who he hated more.He wanted to shout out "You are beautiful, too beautiful for your own good and it makes me feel inferior!!Damn you!!Why the hell can't you be a normal person,someone I can look up to as my equal.Its not fair!"
No wonder he wanted to run away.He couldn't and will never be able to measure up to her. It was all like college he thought.The cruel professor who revelled in the fact that his students would never be able to pass his paper.A sad cosmic joke. She was world famous.He was barely known even to the local girls. He did not want to be her however. He wanted to be better than HER.He wanted to show her He was the BOSS.He wanted the world to know HER by his name, not the other way round.And he had failed miserably.Now standing before her, looking into her sad yet accusing eyes he felt like a weakling,a small good-for-nothing insect.Hell!he always felt so whenever he faced her.
The woman sat silent,her vacant gaze drifting from the ceiling to the man in front of her and then again back to the Heavens.
"Despite what you do and how you make me cry everytime,I will always wait for you.I will always love you.No matter wherever you are, if you are in need of help,say the magic word and I'll be there, waiting, with open arms to embrace you.You may want to run away from me but I'll always be there round the corner,looking out for you,to give you a hand when you slip up. You think I am better than you.The truth is You do not think highly of yourself. You set yourself low goals and hence find no inspiration in doing so. You think you are a failure.I tell you,You are a LIGHT THAT NEVER SHONE BRIGHT ENOUGH.But no matter what you are,I will always be proud of you. That's because no one not even GOD can take away from you and me, the fact that YOU are my SON and I your MOTHER".

Faith

I see Japan and I ask if GOD is really there and if HE is what's he doing on the sidelines as a quiet spectator while the carnage unfolds before HIS eyes?? I see Libya and I wonder how they ended up being the forsaken.Have we stooped so low that we have been abandoned to our terrible and inescapable fate??I see Delhi in the news for all the wrong reasons and I cant find anything that's shining in our country..By GARR!!leave the women alone!!
The other day someone told me.."We are wasting our national resources..and you know who are responsible??Us!!we are alienating our women,our greatest national treasure!!" Dear GOD where were you then??
The questions ravage my mind and push me to the brink of insanity and disbelief,a step closer into the welcoming arms of the 'Shaitan'.I am almost ready to give up when a gentle voice whispers in my ears. "Open your eyes.Look around you.For every Libya there is an Egypt.For every Japan there will be a United Nations. For every life lost and every wrong perpetuated,someone will learn to love,a lot of new lives will be created.A parent never disowns the child.HE is always there, looking after you.Have faith in the Shephard.Rise up and breathe in the joy of life."

Therefore no matter the damage caused and the terrible destruction yet to come(if any),I still say...
"Let LIGHT be with you....have faith and YOU shall not walk alone.."

Will You Come My Friend?

To the end of world and back,
Would be you so kind to join me?
There might be a thousand waves crashing on you
At times when you might need a hard earned rest.

We will travel the seas, the mountains and the land as well.

From Kandahar to Reykjavik,
We will trod the forbidden lands
Pray with the lamas,
Dance with the gypsies,
Ride with the Arabs,
Hunt with Masai
And sleep underneath the stars,
While the gentle breeze from Kilimanjaro
Soothes us and brings back the memories from back home.
We shall revel in chasing the elephants, visit Tutankhamen in his wondrous eternal sleep
And look the Sphinx in the eye.

When we reach the end
We shall simply turn back and head home,
For there will be waiting on the front porch our families,
And people shall line the streets waving flags,
As they welcome us, the heroes,
The conquerors of distant lands,
And our friends shall flank us.

Will you come with me my friend?

For without you it will only be a journey,
With you beside me, it shall be a pilgrimage.

Of the hook Line and Sinker

Well....I have chosen the topic.Now I need to write something.However the pompous ass I am,I didn't even think twice before attempting to let my feelings be known on something so vague. However I guess even the greatest fools deserve the chance to try and I am no better..So let's see what I can come up with..

We often hear the words "hook line and sinker" which loosely translates to falling for or believing something totally. It has a negative connotation to it implying trickery in most cases.All these we already know. Now lets try to look at it from another way.

First of all why such an idiom?

It comes from the fishing field(hence the fishy stuff associated with it i guess!!Ok that was a poor joke.)
a fishing line with a weight attache to the hook at the end of it. the weight is the bait and fishes tend to grab it getting caught in the process.Hence the usage.

Now what if I say that all these elaborate traps are nothing but mere adaptations in the face of adversity?
A fish won't swim up to the doting hands of the fisherman,hence the contraption. Also we can't argue the fisherman is doing something wrong. Afterall its a matter of his livelihood. So entrapment for selfish gains is ruled out.

In the real world people who are tricked are usually the ones who are the most gullible. Give them a coin,they will want to believe they can strike gold.So its no wonder they are tricked into false gratifications.So then the question is why is the term used in such a way?Good men are practical too and they know for the greater part the world doesnt believe in good samaritans. Therefore uninvited philanthropy is always greeted by skepticism. They wouldn't be ensnared so easily. A just punishment treachery is for the fools don't you think?

Fishes need to be caught and the ignorant frogs from the well should be taught a lesson. Hook Line and Sinker?Bring 'em on!