A silent storm beneath the beds
Of them asleep on satin
The vagabond goes beyond the lands
In search of a rose or Latin
He goes beyond, he rows and strides
In search of what he knows not
Beyond the horizon to parts unknown
He strides through war and peace
To the world’s end where prophets beckon
The vagabond is now beyond us
My satchel now chock-a-block
A word to my kin, Mother Nature
The vagabond now brews within me
I take a path for the stranger
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Remembrance of a Lawman
Rooftops and graffitti, all the lads in the bar
The whiskey on the rocks with a cuban cigar
Hooters and shooters and men behind the bars
Oh a fair lady made my empire
Dope,smoke and unlawful antics
Hippies, junkies and the healthy mob
Handcuffed and barred for the common man's cause
Those were the days
It's as real as it gets
Reminds me of the burning desire
Uniforms, guns and justice shall be served
Oh the law was my favourite attire
Enforcing order from dusk till dawn
Children on the streets the mothers all calm
Peacefully happy when I was around
Tonight I look back, the guns on my wall
Many are still here and there, but I've been long gone
Wish I was there still to make order stand tall
I'm jealous of the uniform clad lawmen
Old in age but in spirit I reign
The whiskey on the rocks with a cuban cigar
Hooters and shooters and men behind the bars
Oh a fair lady made my empire
Dope,smoke and unlawful antics
Hippies, junkies and the healthy mob
Handcuffed and barred for the common man's cause
Those were the days
It's as real as it gets
Reminds me of the burning desire
Uniforms, guns and justice shall be served
Oh the law was my favourite attire
Enforcing order from dusk till dawn
Children on the streets the mothers all calm
Peacefully happy when I was around
Tonight I look back, the guns on my wall
Many are still here and there, but I've been long gone
Wish I was there still to make order stand tall
I'm jealous of the uniform clad lawmen
Old in age but in spirit I reign
Friday, February 19, 2010
Dogmatic Flaws
Walking down the sands of time
Lucifer was a bud of mine
Came jesus, got him crucified
A lone bystander with his rhyme
Clandestine are the words of mine
Saints,prophets but another child
The lord's plan was superfly
Pitchers empty epiphanys rise
All the martyrs died
Secrets unveil revealing lies
Mother I'm grateful for the life
Even with the fatal lies
Soccer, brew and simplicity
Facing deceit it's still full of glee
Delayed but I apologize
Lucifer was a bud of mine
Came jesus, got him crucified
A lone bystander with his rhyme
Clandestine are the words of mine
Saints,prophets but another child
The lord's plan was superfly
Pitchers empty epiphanys rise
All the martyrs died
Secrets unveil revealing lies
Mother I'm grateful for the life
Even with the fatal lies
Soccer, brew and simplicity
Facing deceit it's still full of glee
Delayed but I apologize
Monday, February 1, 2010
GOGOL !
I’m not sure what was going through my parents minds or even if it was my parents that gave me the nickname Gogol but I always wondered who came up with that name and if they did then how, or rather why. I’ve been told that Gogol was a Russian scientist and the reason for naming me after him was that it would make me an academic too. Well, that failed miserably! Too bad the Gypsy punk band Gogol Bordello didn’t originate till I was about 10 years old. At least I would have been close to my name’s legacy, if not fulfilling it. Often I wonder if they really named me after Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, because honestly, I love what I have read about that guy. I might not be like him, but from what I have read, it would be an honour to be like him.
Another thing about the name is that they nicknamed me Gogol while my official name is Prasid. I mean, come on, are we trying to make some kind of diverse person here. It’s one thing being born of parents from different cultures, but it’s completely different when you have one name that originates in Sanskrit (Praseed is the actual pronunciation of my name. Prasid is just the easier and more used version.) and another that is Russian. What were they trying to make? Some kind of dictator cum academic cum literary marvel or something? They pretty much failed in their attempts then I guess.
Sometimes, in those moments where you think of how things will be in the future and other such matters, I think to myself, what would it be like being say 35 years old and being called Gogol ? I mean, it would be like ‘Aye Gogol-da ki hochche’ or ‘Mr. Gogol, nice to meet you’ or the most hilarious, what would it be like being called Gogol in bed. Think about it yourself, in bed with a woman and she goes like ‘Oh Gogol, do that thing you always do’! That’s freaking hilarious. Somewhere some person will be telling his friend, ‘you know, I know this guy named Gogol, he’s a friend of mine and he’s got this new car which he drives around in all the time…’. It’s just funny, how the simple name makes even the most casual conversations sound funny.
With all that though, the name’s kinda cool. I mean, it makes me a living smile generator in a way. That’s always a good place to be. I see a person crying and in tears, all I have to do is go up to them and say, ‘Hi, my name is Gogol’ and voila they’re laughing or at least they stop crying for sometime to realise if I’m really serious. This recent movie, I forget the name has somewhat ruined the comedy that my name carried with itself but hell, it makes it cooler. Now I have a name that’s been used in movies and that’s not just Tom, Dick and Harry or any other regular name. It’s a name you don’t hear very often, it’s Gogol !
Even when people try making fun of it, ‘Oh hey, hi! So your name is Gogol. Do you like Go gol all the time or something?’. They just end of making a fool out of themselves. It’s not really easy to make fun of a name which is in itself funny and in my opinion, it takes a pretty lucky person to have a name which makes the world smile. In any case, it’s better than Hardik being called Hard-dick !
As of late, I’ve been called Prasid much more than Gogol. Actually, Gogol’s only used at home now. But I realise now that it was much more fun when people used to call me Gogol and they used to smile everytime they did it.
Another thing about the name is that they nicknamed me Gogol while my official name is Prasid. I mean, come on, are we trying to make some kind of diverse person here. It’s one thing being born of parents from different cultures, but it’s completely different when you have one name that originates in Sanskrit (Praseed is the actual pronunciation of my name. Prasid is just the easier and more used version.) and another that is Russian. What were they trying to make? Some kind of dictator cum academic cum literary marvel or something? They pretty much failed in their attempts then I guess.
Sometimes, in those moments where you think of how things will be in the future and other such matters, I think to myself, what would it be like being say 35 years old and being called Gogol ? I mean, it would be like ‘Aye Gogol-da ki hochche’ or ‘Mr. Gogol, nice to meet you’ or the most hilarious, what would it be like being called Gogol in bed. Think about it yourself, in bed with a woman and she goes like ‘Oh Gogol, do that thing you always do’! That’s freaking hilarious. Somewhere some person will be telling his friend, ‘you know, I know this guy named Gogol, he’s a friend of mine and he’s got this new car which he drives around in all the time…’. It’s just funny, how the simple name makes even the most casual conversations sound funny.
With all that though, the name’s kinda cool. I mean, it makes me a living smile generator in a way. That’s always a good place to be. I see a person crying and in tears, all I have to do is go up to them and say, ‘Hi, my name is Gogol’ and voila they’re laughing or at least they stop crying for sometime to realise if I’m really serious. This recent movie, I forget the name has somewhat ruined the comedy that my name carried with itself but hell, it makes it cooler. Now I have a name that’s been used in movies and that’s not just Tom, Dick and Harry or any other regular name. It’s a name you don’t hear very often, it’s Gogol !
Even when people try making fun of it, ‘Oh hey, hi! So your name is Gogol. Do you like Go gol all the time or something?’. They just end of making a fool out of themselves. It’s not really easy to make fun of a name which is in itself funny and in my opinion, it takes a pretty lucky person to have a name which makes the world smile. In any case, it’s better than Hardik being called Hard-dick !
As of late, I’ve been called Prasid much more than Gogol. Actually, Gogol’s only used at home now. But I realise now that it was much more fun when people used to call me Gogol and they used to smile everytime they did it.
Friday, June 5, 2009
End of an era
Era: a period marked by distinctive character or reckoned from a fixed point
or event.
Nope, I guess the title doesn't match the content again. Oh well, what's in a
name !!
There are often some times in your life, when you find everything around you
very dull and boring. You've got a hell of a lot of work to do but you still
find yourself wanting of that little thrill or excitement, something to
look forward to each day or for some people, each weekend. Till about a week
back, I used to look forward to each Saturday and the guitar class at 3.30pm
but since this Wednesday, something's changed. Well, the reason is pretty
simple, my companion to the class left Delhi and now somehow I don't quite
look forward to the journey to and from Noida, suddenly, it's all become, just
a guitar class, maybe I'll go next week or the week after, it's not like
anybody but me gives a buck about it.
I guess it's all the boredom and irritation, that the constant banter that
goes on at the house, or the fixed routine of never doing anything I am
supposed to that has led me to this point, where this small change seems to be
the end of an era. I took two days to think on this, and I came up with this.
Yes, it is the end of an era. I mean, who knows where I might be in a year. I
might be stuck in my college looking for a job like all of the others in the rat
race, or I might have somehow made enough money and time to finally go
on a trip to Greece(not that I need the money), or maybe I might have decided
to study. Sounds highly unlikely, I know, but who knows what the future may
come. I mean, yes, it's just a god damn year, but does that mean that we'll be
playing poker the same way we used to ? Will there still be a bottle of Black
Label to hide ? Or best, will the person that had the most time, have even a
little time to spend on these things. Time will tell, of course, that's what we
all live on don't we, let's just let time decide and tell us how things are
gonna be.
Haha...I guess I was right then, there is a lot to look forward to. We all do want
unpredictability in our lives don't we, I know I would love some, and I guess you my
friend would also love to have something to look forward to. The end might be bad or
worse but we won't know until we're there would we now..that's it, going to guitar
class tomorrow morning,learning something new and looking forward to the end of this
year for a start of a new era, I'm good with that.
or event.
Nope, I guess the title doesn't match the content again. Oh well, what's in a
name !!
There are often some times in your life, when you find everything around you
very dull and boring. You've got a hell of a lot of work to do but you still
find yourself wanting of that little thrill or excitement, something to
look forward to each day or for some people, each weekend. Till about a week
back, I used to look forward to each Saturday and the guitar class at 3.30pm
but since this Wednesday, something's changed. Well, the reason is pretty
simple, my companion to the class left Delhi and now somehow I don't quite
look forward to the journey to and from Noida, suddenly, it's all become, just
a guitar class, maybe I'll go next week or the week after, it's not like
anybody but me gives a buck about it.
I guess it's all the boredom and irritation, that the constant banter that
goes on at the house, or the fixed routine of never doing anything I am
supposed to that has led me to this point, where this small change seems to be
the end of an era. I took two days to think on this, and I came up with this.
Yes, it is the end of an era. I mean, who knows where I might be in a year. I
might be stuck in my college looking for a job like all of the others in the rat
race, or I might have somehow made enough money and time to finally go
on a trip to Greece(not that I need the money), or maybe I might have decided
to study. Sounds highly unlikely, I know, but who knows what the future may
come. I mean, yes, it's just a god damn year, but does that mean that we'll be
playing poker the same way we used to ? Will there still be a bottle of Black
Label to hide ? Or best, will the person that had the most time, have even a
little time to spend on these things. Time will tell, of course, that's what we
all live on don't we, let's just let time decide and tell us how things are
gonna be.
Haha...I guess I was right then, there is a lot to look forward to. We all do want
unpredictability in our lives don't we, I know I would love some, and I guess you my
friend would also love to have something to look forward to. The end might be bad or
worse but we won't know until we're there would we now..that's it, going to guitar
class tomorrow morning,learning something new and looking forward to the end of this
year for a start of a new era, I'm good with that.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Remembrance Of A Survivor(THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME)
I used to be quiet a vagabond in my childhood days. I wasn’t the average child who had the regular boring school-home-tuition-friends routine. Everyday of mine was marked with some new event about which nobody but I knew. I used to let myself indulge in all sorts of activities…from petty crimes to small acts of kindness to just roaming about like a mentally challenged loner or going to a new place to find some new people to play with. I still look back at those days and say…. Ahh… those were the days but it takes me about just over a minute to realise that those ‘were’ the days and I have something else to do now…something that will make me forget those days.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
FLOP
So....as many of you may know that I used to have asthamatic problems in my childhood and for the past 6-7 years I haven't have had a hint of it at anytime whatsoever....
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
Thursday, July 17, 2008
On A Train
Here’s my journey back from a long trip to
So…I had been in Bangalore for the past 4 weeks(29 days to be precise)….and after cancelling one ticket back home and another after missing my train….here I am sitting on a side upper birth aboard the Rajdhani express….now…you all must have travelled on trains and it comes without telling that there are a lot of different people on a train…from the petty wallet thief to the wealthy first class guy….and I’ve had my share of train journeys in my life so far but none quite so…well…interesting I must say in my life….so like I said....there were many different people on the train along with me…. I shall start with my co passenger that is the side lower birth…
Side Lower Birth : I call this one Mr. Unsure…you must know at first that I boarded the train at 8.20 pm on 16Th of July…and I had talked to the guy who is considerably older to me…nearer to my dad I would guess….and the first thing I found out was that he was headed for Bhopal which meant that he would mean that his journey was a night shorter than mine….now….there were two reasons for me coming to this nickname for the guy…first I do not know his name and I never ask older people what there names are….second….and the real reason….from the moment he heard that I was headed for Delhi….he seems to have forgotten that his journey ends at Bhopal and seems to be gearing up to go to Delhi….
If you have been noticing the timings of my earlier posts you will notice that I stay up late at nights….and since it doesn’t change now…. I was awake at 4am when the train reached Secunderabad….here I decided to go have a look outside and to my surprise Mr. Unsure was awake and seemed ready to get down for some reason….naturally….since he found me awake he very amiably asked me if I was also going outside for a walk….and a conversation started at almost the end of the night….and amongst this Mr. Unsure says…”I think I’ll get down here and get myself some hyderabadi biryani…then I’ll catch the net train to Bhopal “…. I…..taking this to be a joke…..say that it’s a very good idea and give him my views on the biryani in question…to my surprise Mr. Unsure here gets down and goes around looking for biryani on the station since it’s a known fact that it is available there….after twenty minutes which is about the time the train stops at this station….he returns having failed his mission….says to me that he’ll take his luggage and get off….so that he can find the biryani….well…. I say nothing to this since the train starts off before he can do anything….
After this incident….the both of us go to sleep in our respective seats and in the morning during breakfast….he asks me about what I do in Delhi…upon finding out that I have taken part in plays he shows much interest in the subjects of the plays I’ve been in….one thing leads to another and this is where I find that Mr, Unsure is part of a theatre group which is the reason for his trip to Bhopal….apparently….his nephew is to be a new member of the group along with him and then he’s to go with him to Delhi for one of his plays there….but hearing about my little experience in theatre it seemed that he had decided to skip Bhopal and ask his nephew to come straight to Delhi….this is where I explained to him that all that I had done was small plays in my club and some two plays in my school….and now he seems to be gearing up to get down at his original destination….which leads to the end of this story.
Next comes a family of three….mother, father and daughter….
The Family Of Three : Here….. I see that the daughter has finished school recently and like many of us today is going into engineering as usual….as is normal…..a rain of questions come down on me as they learn that I’m also a part of this world of engineering….the father has the usual questions about how y college is and what my opinion of other colleges is while the daughter has other questions….her questions in order are as follows…
1.) What is the difference between all these colleges ? How are the ranked as they are ?
2.) Is it easy to pass out and get the job once you get into engineering ?
3.) Do you like engineering ?
4.) What is your life like after joining engineering ?
The first couple of questions were easy to answer since they are asked of me very often….but the next two questions is what results in this story….to answer the third question I told her all that I have said in my posts on this blog earlier….for the fourth question….you must know that by this time she knows that I’m not the studious kind and neither am I one of the high scorers…so here she finds out about the soon to be famous and already pretty infamous BASH BROTHERS….she learns about the trips around Delhi….she learns about the love for music…and she learns about the poker, flash and other card games….she learns about the epic nights at Andy’s place and the one and only at Adi’s….she doesn’t seem to have much to say about these though except for the regular stuff….and this is where the story actually starts….uncle(the father that is) learns about the poker games which are played with real money…and this gets his attention….and for the first time I find myself teaching an adult the games of poker flash and blackjack instead of getting lectures about the problems that gambling can cause….so…I teach him poker and flash pretty easily….since he has a liking to these games….and he challenges me to a couple of games in one of which he wins…flash not poker though…I’m pretty good at poker….then we start with the blackjack lessons and to my surprise….he isn’t satisfied by merely learning the game and wants to learn how to count cards in order to beat the dealer….and the both of us practice counting for a while….which results in me being the dealer and father and daughter being the players….we played with bits of paper as chips and although none of us were experts at it…. I found myself to be learning counting…this is where auntie(the mother) steps in and reprimands the two of us(me and uncle) for practicing gambling on the train….both of us laugh it off…and all four of us(uncle,auntie,sarika the daughter) start of with a game of rummy….this is where this where this story ends…but it passes much of my journey and we end at just about the time when Mr. Unsure has finally reached Bhopal and is gearing up to get down….and I am back on my birth writing this post….but I am interrupted in between this by the family of three again…the daughter me and uncle now engage ourselves playing stone paper scissors….
I was very happy having had the most interesting train journey of my life but little did I know that it had a last twist in the end….
The Twist : All this was made up by me in order to pass the time in this excruciatingly painful journey and almost all of it is the way I think would have made it interesting….
The point remains that a train journey from
Thanking you my dear laptop for helping me make the best of this journey…
Yours Truly….
HEHEHEHEHE……………
Friday, July 11, 2008
Statutory Warning.....You Figure !!!!
A shot tequila or a pint of beer
What do you like?
Whisky, vodkas or are you all clear?
Come on old man, you know its fun
Have you been for the one time spun?
Work smoke we now dread
Try a cigarette, instead
What’s for you?
Coke, weed or smoke?
Will you or not dope?
It’s all out there
It’s a part of being
Do the job
Previous to failing.
What do you like?
Whisky, vodkas or are you all clear?
Come on old man, you know its fun
Have you been for the one time spun?
Work smoke we now dread
Try a cigarette, instead
What’s for you?
Coke, weed or smoke?
Will you or not dope?
It’s all out there
It’s a part of being
Do the job
Previous to failing.
Here I Am....Rock You Like A Hurricane
Like I said earlier….don’t look at the topic…read the post if you have time…thank you.
Ok…so firstly all you have to know is that I missed my train home due to the freaking Bangalore traffic…so I am still in the exact same position as the past few weeks…except today because of a certain someone(no hidden meanings…just a friend of mine) made the day a lot better than the usual…
So…this post is actually not a post…it’s more of a declaration…I see by some past comments that my writing seems to tell some of the few readers that I want to kill myself and that I have been looking back at my past decisions etc and cursing them…so I just thought that I would clarify that none of these meanings were meant to be…I just guess I’m not that good so that I can get the real meaning out…and as I think…the people that read this blog are all the ones who know me…and are friends or at the very least acquaintances and I thought that they would get the real meaning pretty easily….
That’s all I had to tell….please bear with the obscure writing style….and keep this post in mind before anybody comes up with any conclusions…
Thank you
Keep reading…
P.S : Call me before you die....we'll make some other plans instead...
Ok…so firstly all you have to know is that I missed my train home due to the freaking Bangalore traffic…so I am still in the exact same position as the past few weeks…except today because of a certain someone(no hidden meanings…just a friend of mine) made the day a lot better than the usual…
So…this post is actually not a post…it’s more of a declaration…I see by some past comments that my writing seems to tell some of the few readers that I want to kill myself and that I have been looking back at my past decisions etc and cursing them…so I just thought that I would clarify that none of these meanings were meant to be…I just guess I’m not that good so that I can get the real meaning out…and as I think…the people that read this blog are all the ones who know me…and are friends or at the very least acquaintances and I thought that they would get the real meaning pretty easily….
That’s all I had to tell….please bear with the obscure writing style….and keep this post in mind before anybody comes up with any conclusions…
Thank you
Keep reading…
P.S : Call me before you die....we'll make some other plans instead...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Phases
There are a lot of different phases in a man’s life…as Shakespeare put it in ‘All the World’s a Stage’…or maybe like Sean Penn showed it in ‘Into the Wild’…another example would be the Z boys from ‘Lords Of Dogtown’….or maybe it’s like I put it…
It starts with the point where you’re learning the differences between good and bad…then comes a point where you learn about like and not like…then a gear higher into LAME and COOL(very important amongst us teenagers…don’t you think !!!)…and then comes the important part…when you finally get that mind of yours and you’ve seen some of the world…you start getting your own ideas of good and bad, like and not like, lame and cool….and this is the part where all the problems arise and some are even sorted out….this is the point where some guys become men and some girls become women….this is the point where your parents have trouble keeping up with you and this is the point where you sometimes start thinking yourself to be ‘matured’(true in many cases)…but amongst all this there is always a thought towards the activity called life…at the first phase you want to be everything that is good…in the second you want to be everything you like…in the third you want to be cool…and then in the important phase you figure out or at least try to figure out what you want to be….this is where all that confusion comes onto you…this is where you decide and find out if you have the balls to face life…this is where choices seem to be the worst thing in this world…but this my friend is where it all comes down to…this is what decides if you’ll be a pilot, a businessman, a terrorist, a diplomat….etc….or maybe you just don’t want to go with the system…. I’m not an expert of some kind but I think this point is what decides what is sometimes called destiny…. I mean….you may have done journalism and you may be a singer now….but think to yourself….wasn’t singing the best thing for you when you were at the important phase….a very good example I have from my personal life is Mr. X(a businessman now…he is a real person…but I don’t take the name of any person who’s not in my good friends list)….and when I hear how he was in this age…. I always find that he had less amount of money and he made the most of it….wherever he spent money he got the most out of it….isn’t that what a businessman does….doesn’t he spend his money on the stuff that would get him the most returns….and Mr. X mind you is technically an engineer…. So how does all this sound to you….does it sound right….do you think I’m right….well…. I’ll leave the thinking to you then…. Adios amigo….
It starts with the point where you’re learning the differences between good and bad…then comes a point where you learn about like and not like…then a gear higher into LAME and COOL(very important amongst us teenagers…don’t you think !!!)…and then comes the important part…when you finally get that mind of yours and you’ve seen some of the world…you start getting your own ideas of good and bad, like and not like, lame and cool….and this is the part where all the problems arise and some are even sorted out….this is the point where some guys become men and some girls become women….this is the point where your parents have trouble keeping up with you and this is the point where you sometimes start thinking yourself to be ‘matured’(true in many cases)…but amongst all this there is always a thought towards the activity called life…at the first phase you want to be everything that is good…in the second you want to be everything you like…in the third you want to be cool…and then in the important phase you figure out or at least try to figure out what you want to be….this is where all that confusion comes onto you…this is where you decide and find out if you have the balls to face life…this is where choices seem to be the worst thing in this world…but this my friend is where it all comes down to…this is what decides if you’ll be a pilot, a businessman, a terrorist, a diplomat….etc….or maybe you just don’t want to go with the system…. I’m not an expert of some kind but I think this point is what decides what is sometimes called destiny…. I mean….you may have done journalism and you may be a singer now….but think to yourself….wasn’t singing the best thing for you when you were at the important phase….a very good example I have from my personal life is Mr. X(a businessman now…he is a real person…but I don’t take the name of any person who’s not in my good friends list)….and when I hear how he was in this age…. I always find that he had less amount of money and he made the most of it….wherever he spent money he got the most out of it….isn’t that what a businessman does….doesn’t he spend his money on the stuff that would get him the most returns….and Mr. X mind you is technically an engineer…. So how does all this sound to you….does it sound right….do you think I’m right….well…. I’ll leave the thinking to you then…. Adios amigo….
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Back after months.
You know....I've been thinking about my life for sometime...I mean the future...all this fuss by parents and relatives and sometimes even friends....it's all meant for good and however irritating it makes you sound....it does make you think.
So here I am....I've been out of my hometown(Delhi) for the past couple of weeks and haven't really got a lot of stuff to do here in Bangalore so this is what I did...I thought about myself and some close family.
In the course of my trip I have been feeling a bit different about myself...it all started with someone I met on the train on the way here...and it got fueled by another someone I met here...while I don't remember the names of any of those two people I do remember that they were both woman(girls rather.....woman are hard to find)...
Now....I've always been thinking that my life does not and will not go according to the system...I can not go by this system....and until I grew up to what I am now...I have been doing exactly as I thought...well....most of the times....and now that I have grown...I have been spot on...my parents want me to study hard get a job and be successfull...but I remember asking myself in class 9...is getting a job and being rich really what you call successfull...will all the money in the world make me what I want to be or will I be just another pawn of the system...so this is what I did...I played(still am) with my life...I've watched people...observed them...from a little boy with ambitions to a just got a job engineer to a grown up man supporting his family well....and my observations state that all of them are not what I want to become...simply speaking...it's not money that I want...it's life...now maybe if I don't have money I will die young...maybe even before thirty...but does it really make a difference...this is when I thought....it really doesn't...you know...there are people who earn well and can do a lot with their money...but there lives all have a simple routine....wake up...go to work...come back home...argue with the wife...go to sleep...do it again...but me...no sir...I wake up...I look up at the sun...and for a while everything goes dark for me...and in that darkness...I realise...ok...I want to do this today...I don't look for company...I just go and do it....now I'm sure my friends would love to do a lot of stuff that they don't know me doing...but what the hell...I can't wait to tell them...they have their lives like they want...they don't complain...there's only one time that I will think about this thought in the morning....and that is when I think that ok I wanna go up to the top floor...jump off it and die...that is when I'll stop myself and think if at that point I really am happy...if the answer I give myself is yes...then what the hell...go ahead with it...if no...then...look at the sun again....and till that time I will take my life to be awesome as hell and I'll go ahead with it.
Maybe what I do is all a big mistake...maybe it's a bad thing...but hey...good and bad are just perceptions...so I say....onwards sailor...
So here I am....I've been out of my hometown(Delhi) for the past couple of weeks and haven't really got a lot of stuff to do here in Bangalore so this is what I did...I thought about myself and some close family.
In the course of my trip I have been feeling a bit different about myself...it all started with someone I met on the train on the way here...and it got fueled by another someone I met here...while I don't remember the names of any of those two people I do remember that they were both woman(girls rather.....woman are hard to find)...
Now....I've always been thinking that my life does not and will not go according to the system...I can not go by this system....and until I grew up to what I am now...I have been doing exactly as I thought...well....most of the times....and now that I have grown...I have been spot on...my parents want me to study hard get a job and be successfull...but I remember asking myself in class 9...is getting a job and being rich really what you call successfull...will all the money in the world make me what I want to be or will I be just another pawn of the system...so this is what I did...I played(still am) with my life...I've watched people...observed them...from a little boy with ambitions to a just got a job engineer to a grown up man supporting his family well....and my observations state that all of them are not what I want to become...simply speaking...it's not money that I want...it's life...now maybe if I don't have money I will die young...maybe even before thirty...but does it really make a difference...this is when I thought....it really doesn't...you know...there are people who earn well and can do a lot with their money...but there lives all have a simple routine....wake up...go to work...come back home...argue with the wife...go to sleep...do it again...but me...no sir...I wake up...I look up at the sun...and for a while everything goes dark for me...and in that darkness...I realise...ok...I want to do this today...I don't look for company...I just go and do it....now I'm sure my friends would love to do a lot of stuff that they don't know me doing...but what the hell...I can't wait to tell them...they have their lives like they want...they don't complain...there's only one time that I will think about this thought in the morning....and that is when I think that ok I wanna go up to the top floor...jump off it and die...that is when I'll stop myself and think if at that point I really am happy...if the answer I give myself is yes...then what the hell...go ahead with it...if no...then...look at the sun again....and till that time I will take my life to be awesome as hell and I'll go ahead with it.
Maybe what I do is all a big mistake...maybe it's a bad thing...but hey...good and bad are just perceptions...so I say....onwards sailor...
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A New Post
A long time...no a looooong time since my last post....
Well this is about a journey...a journey that I undertook...the consequences of which would seem to be different to different people...
Since I was small many people have known me(and I mean many)...but there have been only a handful who have realized that studying(in the way this system teaches) is not my cup of tea....
When I was a bit young I was made to do a lot of things that I wouldn't have done if I would have been what I am now since birth....but then...if you ask me...they had there advantages....
Now then...towards the end of class 10th I decided that Mass Comm or English Honors is what I should do...now if u know me and u are reading this u may be thinking why I took up science...simple answer...I decided that I would like to find out why people are goin into engineering for there careers...is it only the money or is there something else that drives them....so that was that...I got into this college...The School Of Engineering(the easiest one...I'm not studying remember)...what the hell could have happened...at most I wouldn't have liked what I found in engg....but then I ain't one of a kind...there ought to be someone of my kind that does the same as me....well...I did find them...but alas...every good thing has it's drawbacks...none of them were in my college....so here I was....stuck in nowhere....so now it was on with my journey....
The School Of Engineering : College is supposed to be a new place where you meet many new and different kinds of people right...well...not here...here...you meet many new people all right but if you have met one of them...u have met almost all(or they all behave as if they are all the same)....now I can't really describe them...since I'm not sure if it's just me or are they actually as bad as I find them to be...can college be this bad...this isn't what I had heard till today...from the teachers to the students...all have that one thing in common...they are all stupid...
Now I have never till date even dared to think myself to be better than somebody that I meet the first time...but this college....well...it just makes me do so....
So that's it....I'm stuck here...and I don't really mind...I mean sometimes experiments go wrong...I've never believed in god...but I have found my saviors...in the form of some people I know...some new...some old...
Q. Why did I write this ??
A. I have my reasons....
Well this is about a journey...a journey that I undertook...the consequences of which would seem to be different to different people...
Since I was small many people have known me(and I mean many)...but there have been only a handful who have realized that studying(in the way this system teaches) is not my cup of tea....
When I was a bit young I was made to do a lot of things that I wouldn't have done if I would have been what I am now since birth....but then...if you ask me...they had there advantages....
Now then...towards the end of class 10th I decided that Mass Comm or English Honors is what I should do...now if u know me and u are reading this u may be thinking why I took up science...simple answer...I decided that I would like to find out why people are goin into engineering for there careers...is it only the money or is there something else that drives them....so that was that...I got into this college...The School Of Engineering(the easiest one...I'm not studying remember)...what the hell could have happened...at most I wouldn't have liked what I found in engg....but then I ain't one of a kind...there ought to be someone of my kind that does the same as me....well...I did find them...but alas...every good thing has it's drawbacks...none of them were in my college....so here I was....stuck in nowhere....so now it was on with my journey....
The School Of Engineering : College is supposed to be a new place where you meet many new and different kinds of people right...well...not here...here...you meet many new people all right but if you have met one of them...u have met almost all(or they all behave as if they are all the same)....now I can't really describe them...since I'm not sure if it's just me or are they actually as bad as I find them to be...can college be this bad...this isn't what I had heard till today...from the teachers to the students...all have that one thing in common...they are all stupid...
Now I have never till date even dared to think myself to be better than somebody that I meet the first time...but this college....well...it just makes me do so....
So that's it....I'm stuck here...and I don't really mind...I mean sometimes experiments go wrong...I've never believed in god...but I have found my saviors...in the form of some people I know...some new...some old...
Q. Why did I write this ??
A. I have my reasons....
Monday, September 3, 2007
Dunno what to call this...Don't even know if it's poetry....comments plz....
Those empty skies I looked up to
are now filled with the face of you
But I stand alone thinking and afraid
Will this be like it was the last time ?
Will it be that I'll be forgotten
will it be that I'll be discarded
Will I again live on those instances of her
Or will I be this time subdued
Can I ever win her love
Can I be the man in her mind
Can I finally be completed
Or will I be this time depleted
Will time be on my side this time
Will this fire stay on
Or will this confusion play on
I'm in love but emptiness is still around me
I'm afraid that it will surround me
How can I share this fire in me with her
How can I be brave,how do I tell her
I'm thinking of you night and day
Waiting for that someday
The lights are still glowing
I'll stop them from fading
Till then I hope she'll be waiting
are now filled with the face of you
But I stand alone thinking and afraid
Will this be like it was the last time ?
Will it be that I'll be forgotten
will it be that I'll be discarded
Will I again live on those instances of her
Or will I be this time subdued
Can I ever win her love
Can I be the man in her mind
Can I finally be completed
Or will I be this time depleted
Will time be on my side this time
Will this fire stay on
Or will this confusion play on
I'm in love but emptiness is still around me
I'm afraid that it will surround me
How can I share this fire in me with her
How can I be brave,how do I tell her
I'm thinking of you night and day
Waiting for that someday
The lights are still glowing
I'll stop them from fading
Till then I hope she'll be waiting
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Awakening(this one seems incomplete doesnt it ??)
Live by thy rules
escape thy fear
get up move on....don't waste a tear
Taste defeat but stand vindicated
I'm no god but i just indicated
Live today not tommorow
If not.......u'll add to ur sorrow
these words I have as my own
will make me live on till u've known
that feelings stay on,the heart never dies
You can keep defying my cries
escape thy fear
get up move on....don't waste a tear
Taste defeat but stand vindicated
I'm no god but i just indicated
Live today not tommorow
If not.......u'll add to ur sorrow
these words I have as my own
will make me live on till u've known
that feelings stay on,the heart never dies
You can keep defying my cries
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Way...The Life
I found a way
to run away
there's no need
i'm being pushed away
Kill me before I die
tell me to go...don't care to lie
I can sway to the laughter
I've burned those tears
i'll be gone and u won't even hear
You can never be a part of me
You'll never know how this feels
There are no days...only nights
I'll move on....u grab the light
Remember these words when you think of me
If not friends...these words I keep for me
So go ahead and make my day
I won't blame you when in my grave I lay.......
to run away
there's no need
i'm being pushed away
Kill me before I die
tell me to go...don't care to lie
I can sway to the laughter
I've burned those tears
i'll be gone and u won't even hear
You can never be a part of me
You'll never know how this feels
There are no days...only nights
I'll move on....u grab the light
Remember these words when you think of me
If not friends...these words I keep for me
So go ahead and make my day
I won't blame you when in my grave I lay.......
Living Nightmare
The city in my dream
where I live and I scream
where the fragrance of the dead
is more than of the flower bed
where tears make the rain
and the mother serves the pain
Here picnics are on the graveyard
and battles on the fields
Soldiers on havoc's courtyard
with their funeral song on their shields
The rose has no petal
it's thorns made of metal
Just another weapon
to tear the heart open
Of the caretaker who is dead
by the undertaker who is the head
Flames burn the trees
the mother drops to her knees
it's her son's creation
her son's now dead
The end of the world
she sees in her head
Wake up from the nightmare...oh foolish man
You are engulfed by violence
Decreasing your own lifespan
where I live and I scream
where the fragrance of the dead
is more than of the flower bed
where tears make the rain
and the mother serves the pain
Here picnics are on the graveyard
and battles on the fields
Soldiers on havoc's courtyard
with their funeral song on their shields
The rose has no petal
it's thorns made of metal
Just another weapon
to tear the heart open
Of the caretaker who is dead
by the undertaker who is the head
Flames burn the trees
the mother drops to her knees
it's her son's creation
her son's now dead
The end of the world
she sees in her head
Wake up from the nightmare...oh foolish man
You are engulfed by violence
Decreasing your own lifespan
Final Chapter
Woke up in the middle of the night
thinking of my terrible plight
i'm growing darker as u grow bright
i'm fading in da shadows away from the light
didn't believe in god
so the devil made my decision
its quite odd
how he's killing me with precision
For me a grave is vacated
I'll soon become belated
My days of hate are coming to an end
I'm taking the final bend......
thinking of my terrible plight
i'm growing darker as u grow bright
i'm fading in da shadows away from the light
didn't believe in god
so the devil made my decision
its quite odd
how he's killing me with precision
For me a grave is vacated
I'll soon become belated
My days of hate are coming to an end
I'm taking the final bend......
Another Unnamed.....oblige plz....
My thots are surreal
my life becoming unreal
get ready for my burial
i'm on satan's trial
so love me when i'm gone
though u left me in my fall
I still try to crawl
hope I can stand tall
my love for u became my enemy
and urs never saw me
I waited for u while it was bright
but cudn't ignore darkness with all my might
my casket of emotions
my path to demotion
concealed wid my grave like an old notion
I put this in words
da only thing I say mine
broken are my chords
in hell next time I dine......
my life becoming unreal
get ready for my burial
i'm on satan's trial
so love me when i'm gone
though u left me in my fall
I still try to crawl
hope I can stand tall
my love for u became my enemy
and urs never saw me
I waited for u while it was bright
but cudn't ignore darkness with all my might
my casket of emotions
my path to demotion
concealed wid my grave like an old notion
I put this in words
da only thing I say mine
broken are my chords
in hell next time I dine......
Suggest A Title For This One please...
Behind ur hazel eyes
there lies a cheat
stealing hearts is ur big feat
playing with emotions
ur headin towards demotion
u and ur soul in parallel motion
hell's soon gonna be ur home
take gud care of ur glitter dome
a supernova's heading towards u
take a note of these words when its through
laws of love u defy
fakeness u amplify
on illusions u thrive
the black chariot u drive
but soon u'll be defied
ur tombstone now can't be denied
there lies a cheat
stealing hearts is ur big feat
playing with emotions
ur headin towards demotion
u and ur soul in parallel motion
hell's soon gonna be ur home
take gud care of ur glitter dome
a supernova's heading towards u
take a note of these words when its through
laws of love u defy
fakeness u amplify
on illusions u thrive
the black chariot u drive
but soon u'll be defied
ur tombstone now can't be denied
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