Possessed with love,I told you I love you
You asked me to prove it
And so I asked for a chance to be your lover
You said you don't trust me, and so
I sung I danced and I talked for hours
And ran after you for hours.
You still said you weren't for me.
So one day I went missing to think about
What more to do to impress you.
When no word spoken had touched you
And when no gesture had moved you to me,
And no word remained to be spoken
And no move remained to be done.
I knew everything old and new had been done
Yet I spent days alone, thinking what new to do.
Finally, with a resolve to not to disturb her
And without an idea of what it could do to us,
I returned one day, and I found her waiting for me.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
The trip to courage (to MGM)
We made elaborate plans for our trip to MGM on the 18th of November 09.We started a little later than as planned due to unavoidable reasons,that,I can be sure dint hamper the common mood that prevailed amongst us. The journey to MGM began in a crowded C51,where we sat crumpled, yet comfortably,without any qualms or disgruntled faces.
The first display of courage came from Catherine,who owing to her nonsupporting body resolved not to demand too much than a pill and some time off the joint travel, which were both easily available.The reunited group now,from VGP,traveled jointly towards MGM in a coughing bus,with weeping Sandhiya.
Alas!,we reached MGM and convinced Sandhiya that she isn't getting back all alone by herself.The first ride was on a giant wheel.We were accommodated in pairs except John who was the odd one out of the 11 of us.The ride could have been scarier if not for Sushma, in front of whom the wheel seemed like a baby on cradle.
It was then time for some more celebration.Yes! Isaac was now the cynosure as he cut his B'day cake.I and Imman took much of d delights of the cake.
Up next came more thrilling rides and d hilarious dashing cars that moved like billiards struck by madmen.It was time for lunch,the menu was told and we soon found ourselves on the ship that pulled the cake pieces out of Imman's stomach which fell out as juice.I did most of the teasing and was aptly punished,to which I will return later.
The lunch table was ready by when Ranger was past.I would have missed the best of Ranger if not for Sherley's company, who opened my eyes to the beautiful world under our heads as we sat with our upside down at earth.The lunch bills were settled by Nelson who insisted it be called his treat.It was our generosity to accept his request.
Here comes water rides.We made the most of it and made it the most memorable part of the outing.We were out after about two hours of splashing and swimming. I was, at the end of the activity in water, convinced of my a newly earned ability to save myself if I were let to myself in calm waters. Sherley and Catherine symbolized courage as much as Sushma symbolized grace. But this was the case only under water.On land, however, Sushma was an incarnation of adventure.
It was now my turn and I followed Imman and decorated the ground with cake and fried rice.From here,it was just video games before bye bye. We again spilt up into two groups, one moving towards Tambaram through Sholinganallur and the other into the city via Guindy. I belonged to the latter group. Our journey back home was particularly slow since we had to penetrate the heavy traffic of the city.That's when Maitreyi and Sandhiya chose to catch an auto all the way to their respective destinations. Now left with Immanuel and John, we saw no inconvenience in the remaining travel upto Saidapet station. There we three of us dinned at a restaurant before we further split up with John taking the train to Tambaram and me and Imman waiting together for the train that was announced to be late by half an hour.
The train finally arrived and all we could find was a place for our foot on the foot board. As we moved into Mambalam station we thought we had traveled back in time to when Gandhiji was being expected to arrive in the train. So much was the crowd like never seen before. From here we caught a fast train and I alighted at the Chetpet station and Imman continued his journey to Egmore. It was not all over for me yet, I had to put up with another half an hour of wait before boarding a train to Nungambakkam. Once in Nungambakkam I was soon at home, and once at home soon to realize that both John and Imman to were just at their respective home's. Imman was late because he had left his bike keys with John.
Oh what a day it was, how long and how deep it ran through me, as I contemplate of all that transpired I see that it is most striking the display of courage that conquered our fears, and it, I see as a consequence of faith in human work, on god and more importantly the company of friends whose mere presence transformed horrific rides into terrific ones.
It was during the night that I enjoyed the day's events as I reflected on myself all that had happened during the day. It is truly astonishing that memories touch you more profoundly than real acts.
The first display of courage came from Catherine,who owing to her nonsupporting body resolved not to demand too much than a pill and some time off the joint travel, which were both easily available.The reunited group now,from VGP,traveled jointly towards MGM in a coughing bus,with weeping Sandhiya.
Alas!,we reached MGM and convinced Sandhiya that she isn't getting back all alone by herself.The first ride was on a giant wheel.We were accommodated in pairs except John who was the odd one out of the 11 of us.The ride could have been scarier if not for Sushma, in front of whom the wheel seemed like a baby on cradle.
It was then time for some more celebration.Yes! Isaac was now the cynosure as he cut his B'day cake.I and Imman took much of d delights of the cake.
Up next came more thrilling rides and d hilarious dashing cars that moved like billiards struck by madmen.It was time for lunch,the menu was told and we soon found ourselves on the ship that pulled the cake pieces out of Imman's stomach which fell out as juice.I did most of the teasing and was aptly punished,to which I will return later.
The lunch table was ready by when Ranger was past.I would have missed the best of Ranger if not for Sherley's company, who opened my eyes to the beautiful world under our heads as we sat with our upside down at earth.The lunch bills were settled by Nelson who insisted it be called his treat.It was our generosity to accept his request.
Here comes water rides.We made the most of it and made it the most memorable part of the outing.We were out after about two hours of splashing and swimming. I was, at the end of the activity in water, convinced of my a newly earned ability to save myself if I were let to myself in calm waters. Sherley and Catherine symbolized courage as much as Sushma symbolized grace. But this was the case only under water.On land, however, Sushma was an incarnation of adventure.
It was now my turn and I followed Imman and decorated the ground with cake and fried rice.From here,it was just video games before bye bye. We again spilt up into two groups, one moving towards Tambaram through Sholinganallur and the other into the city via Guindy. I belonged to the latter group. Our journey back home was particularly slow since we had to penetrate the heavy traffic of the city.That's when Maitreyi and Sandhiya chose to catch an auto all the way to their respective destinations. Now left with Immanuel and John, we saw no inconvenience in the remaining travel upto Saidapet station. There we three of us dinned at a restaurant before we further split up with John taking the train to Tambaram and me and Imman waiting together for the train that was announced to be late by half an hour.
The train finally arrived and all we could find was a place for our foot on the foot board. As we moved into Mambalam station we thought we had traveled back in time to when Gandhiji was being expected to arrive in the train. So much was the crowd like never seen before. From here we caught a fast train and I alighted at the Chetpet station and Imman continued his journey to Egmore. It was not all over for me yet, I had to put up with another half an hour of wait before boarding a train to Nungambakkam. Once in Nungambakkam I was soon at home, and once at home soon to realize that both John and Imman to were just at their respective home's. Imman was late because he had left his bike keys with John.
Oh what a day it was, how long and how deep it ran through me, as I contemplate of all that transpired I see that it is most striking the display of courage that conquered our fears, and it, I see as a consequence of faith in human work, on god and more importantly the company of friends whose mere presence transformed horrific rides into terrific ones.
It was during the night that I enjoyed the day's events as I reflected on myself all that had happened during the day. It is truly astonishing that memories touch you more profoundly than real acts.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
What a day!.....?
If anyone asked me to tell a day during which I laughed the most, I would most readily tell that today surely is one among those days. I, as every other day ventured into the day without much of plans for the day. As planned earlier, I along with Imman (who joined me at Nungambakkam station) set forth our travel to Sushma's home and joined by Sriram at the Pazhlavanthangal railway station. The travel didn't seem long in the company of my friends and very soon we were in her home. I was told, that Sushma had lied to her mom that we'll be accompanied by staffs of our for the trip to MGM that we had planned for tomorrow, just as I entered into her veranda, and was also asked to keep up with the lie, which I agreed with undisclosed displeasure.
The fun that I set out to describe at the beginning had already begun with the train journey of the day. We sought the help of dumb charades for good engaging activity after photo commenting failed us beyond comparison. Dumbci was absolute fun and we all unanimously regretted the pace of time when we were stopped to have our lunch. But all was for good, not just the better meals cooked and served with affection by Sushma's mother, sharing the dinning table with friends had its own appeal.
Once we were done with lunch, we were soon joined by John who left a few minutes back before the lunch. Dumb charades was out of question with a heavy stomach and with it being the most resorted activity during our past few conclaves. It was then that I suggested we play truth or dare and invited trouble to myself.
We were well into our new activity and were starting to get bored with the beautiful melodies of Sherley and Sriram shying away after raining our ears. I knew I had to do something to bring back life into the fast dying interest. Not that it would have died down completely if I hadn't intervened, especially with the presence of the inform Imman, Sriram, Vasanth and Satish, but it was just that, I was in too much hurry ,something very uncharacteristic of me. We all enjoyed screwing up Sherley and others when the details of there possible love interest were beginning to flow out. It too good till it back fired on me and everybody letting me down, wanting me to reveal details of my most recent crush. I submit to my trap for others as I confessed that Sandhiya was my very recent crush, even as she was present. I was glad I was not asked to give the names of my other past crushes. I would have had to helplessly recite most of my class girls name if I were asked to do and ended up giving a very bad picture of myself. I appreciated my courage to tell the truth even as I had chances to escape without divulging the real facts. Nothing like this has happened ever before in my life, wherein I had had talked about my love interest in their presence. Equally comforting was the way in which Sandhiya took the confession, with a light spirit, not showing any dismay at what had transpired, I was quite impressed with her temperament.
I knew this was more than what I could chew, but there was nothing else that could embarrass me, since the only one capable had already showed its efficacy.
From here, we started to our homes, with Imman dropping into my home to design greeting cards for Kapil and Nelson, whose birth anniversary falls tomorrow. We were successful in that endeavor as we were in convincing Catherine's dad to let her come along with us to MGM tomorrow, but at the expense of truth.
Though I was happy for different reasons, I feel the tinge of guilt for having achieved with falsehood, giving truth not the smallest opportunity to try at persuation.This was hurting. For most reasons, it was a fine day.
The fun that I set out to describe at the beginning had already begun with the train journey of the day. We sought the help of dumb charades for good engaging activity after photo commenting failed us beyond comparison. Dumbci was absolute fun and we all unanimously regretted the pace of time when we were stopped to have our lunch. But all was for good, not just the better meals cooked and served with affection by Sushma's mother, sharing the dinning table with friends had its own appeal.
Once we were done with lunch, we were soon joined by John who left a few minutes back before the lunch. Dumb charades was out of question with a heavy stomach and with it being the most resorted activity during our past few conclaves. It was then that I suggested we play truth or dare and invited trouble to myself.
We were well into our new activity and were starting to get bored with the beautiful melodies of Sherley and Sriram shying away after raining our ears. I knew I had to do something to bring back life into the fast dying interest. Not that it would have died down completely if I hadn't intervened, especially with the presence of the inform Imman, Sriram, Vasanth and Satish, but it was just that, I was in too much hurry ,something very uncharacteristic of me. We all enjoyed screwing up Sherley and others when the details of there possible love interest were beginning to flow out. It too good till it back fired on me and everybody letting me down, wanting me to reveal details of my most recent crush. I submit to my trap for others as I confessed that Sandhiya was my very recent crush, even as she was present. I was glad I was not asked to give the names of my other past crushes. I would have had to helplessly recite most of my class girls name if I were asked to do and ended up giving a very bad picture of myself. I appreciated my courage to tell the truth even as I had chances to escape without divulging the real facts. Nothing like this has happened ever before in my life, wherein I had had talked about my love interest in their presence. Equally comforting was the way in which Sandhiya took the confession, with a light spirit, not showing any dismay at what had transpired, I was quite impressed with her temperament.
I knew this was more than what I could chew, but there was nothing else that could embarrass me, since the only one capable had already showed its efficacy.
From here, we started to our homes, with Imman dropping into my home to design greeting cards for Kapil and Nelson, whose birth anniversary falls tomorrow. We were successful in that endeavor as we were in convincing Catherine's dad to let her come along with us to MGM tomorrow, but at the expense of truth.
Though I was happy for different reasons, I feel the tinge of guilt for having achieved with falsehood, giving truth not the smallest opportunity to try at persuation.This was hurting. For most reasons, it was a fine day.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Media responsibilty
Information is the key to success, be it battle a field or an exam halls, the better informed has better chances of success. 'News', as I understand is information of recent events or old ones which were not told then, and hence told aloud in the present.One thing which I don't understand though, is what makes news channels decide one is better than other. I understand that money is necessarily an important factor, besides empowering through educating. There's nothing I can talk about money and hope to effectively persuade and prevent the reporting of such news which has a very deep, negative impact. No matter how hard I think, I never am able to find any good reason behind the reporting of bomb blasts, on front pages and on prime times, which occurred at places too far or near, or of news with exclusive videos of terrorist at work or practice, which all terrorizes the common man, creating doubts as to who the real terrorist is, the one who created disharmony or the ones who brought it to into our peaceful homes.
I do not in anyway undermine the security of the common man, but just feel that it would serve for better purposes, to enlighten one of good things than of bad ones which sends fear down our spine, and leads to dismay, horror and a deep sense of insecurity, which are primarily what the outrageous attacks carried out by the devils masked as men seek to achieve.
Hiding the truth doesn't become a lie, and even if it does, I am only for attaching lesser sensation to news reports as I've mentioned above. Let's not expose our children to the real world of horror, rather we'll gift them the world of trust, because, by doing so we'll be shaping a future, one filled with hope and peace.This I conclude based on my belief that terrorism, is a response of people who felt insecure and those who had no hopes of settling with peace until their threats were dispersed, and that by making more people feel insecure, we'll inevitably be creating more of such terrorist. This does not even amount to hiding real events, because those who need to be told of such horrific news will find them between the pages of the news paper, or in news channels that deliver news reports with much more maturity, and we need not be reminded that there is internet.
It is my belief that the media is a great tool capable of transforming and shaping peoples life, and it is my wish that it polishes our thoughts to reflect hope and faith, which is most required during hard times, like the one we're now in.
There are real forces operating against the establishment of harmony in our society. Let us, therefore, not submit to them.
I do not in anyway undermine the security of the common man, but just feel that it would serve for better purposes, to enlighten one of good things than of bad ones which sends fear down our spine, and leads to dismay, horror and a deep sense of insecurity, which are primarily what the outrageous attacks carried out by the devils masked as men seek to achieve.
Hiding the truth doesn't become a lie, and even if it does, I am only for attaching lesser sensation to news reports as I've mentioned above. Let's not expose our children to the real world of horror, rather we'll gift them the world of trust, because, by doing so we'll be shaping a future, one filled with hope and peace.This I conclude based on my belief that terrorism, is a response of people who felt insecure and those who had no hopes of settling with peace until their threats were dispersed, and that by making more people feel insecure, we'll inevitably be creating more of such terrorist. This does not even amount to hiding real events, because those who need to be told of such horrific news will find them between the pages of the news paper, or in news channels that deliver news reports with much more maturity, and we need not be reminded that there is internet.
It is my belief that the media is a great tool capable of transforming and shaping peoples life, and it is my wish that it polishes our thoughts to reflect hope and faith, which is most required during hard times, like the one we're now in.
There are real forces operating against the establishment of harmony in our society. Let us, therefore, not submit to them.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
So much for a little boy
Teacher: Why are you late?
Boy: My travel time was stretched because of the rain.
Teacher: You should have started a little earlier since you know it has been raining.
Boy: I did indeed start much earlier mam.
Teacher: You are still late! so tell me, how do you commute to school?
Boy: Usually by car but today since it's raining, I took a bus.
Teacher: How stupid? you could have well came in your car.
Boy: Mam, but that would further congest traffic and cause further delay to so many others like me.
Teacher: In that case, you still weren't on time?
Boy: Mam, I'm afraid that others didn't think it the way I did.
Boy: My travel time was stretched because of the rain.
Teacher: You should have started a little earlier since you know it has been raining.
Boy: I did indeed start much earlier mam.
Teacher: You are still late! so tell me, how do you commute to school?
Boy: Usually by car but today since it's raining, I took a bus.
Teacher: How stupid? you could have well came in your car.
Boy: Mam, but that would further congest traffic and cause further delay to so many others like me.
Teacher: In that case, you still weren't on time?
Boy: Mam, I'm afraid that others didn't think it the way I did.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Ordinary man
Born crying like many others
I, must have also been confused
What should a poor child expect of life
That saw masked men surround, all around
There was but no way back ,and I like all was born
To live, however, there were things to choose between
Like to eat or to play or to sleep
All I know is, it all I did
Living with time also meant
To choose to listen or to read or to fight and play
To try or to skip or to cheat
Next came in lovehood, and the big doubts
To tell or to wait or to wait
But how long to wait?
Long tussle with the not so holy
Glad if I were now made holy
Many many folly, adjoining wisdom
I'm hopeful would yield many more questions
Life, but, as I now see
A consequence of decision not distortion
Life is endowing, disorienting and so encouraging
My remaining time I know
Is between to eat or to sleep or to play
I, must have also been confused
What should a poor child expect of life
That saw masked men surround, all around
There was but no way back ,and I like all was born
To live, however, there were things to choose between
Like to eat or to play or to sleep
All I know is, it all I did
Living with time also meant
To choose to listen or to read or to fight and play
To try or to skip or to cheat
Next came in lovehood, and the big doubts
To tell or to wait or to wait
But how long to wait?
Long tussle with the not so holy
Glad if I were now made holy
Many many folly, adjoining wisdom
I'm hopeful would yield many more questions
Life, but, as I now see
A consequence of decision not distortion
Life is endowing, disorienting and so encouraging
My remaining time I know
Is between to eat or to sleep or to play
Monday, October 26, 2009
To angry little flower
Time evades in your thought
May my flower break her pot
For sanguine life is here
Oh breeze! tell it to her
Pleading pardon? dear friend
From thee heart, thy send
My ego shattered I stand
To take your supple hand
She isn't a cruel sword
Would get my gentle word
Oh leaves! she's there!
But breeze don't hurt her
May my flower break her pot
For sanguine life is here
Oh breeze! tell it to her
Pleading pardon? dear friend
From thee heart, thy send
My ego shattered I stand
To take your supple hand
She isn't a cruel sword
Would get my gentle word
Oh leaves! she's there!
But breeze don't hurt her
A Beautiful fate
Man could grow in prejudice
To skip traps that lies
Happy! is life? when dry
Need man not love to fall and cry
Women from heaven be sent
To man's life adds a scent
In what is not as glory
She can change the whole story
While an inexplicable fee tickles
Why to have any scruples
What is more to be thinked
When a beautiful fate be linked
To skip traps that lies
Happy! is life? when dry
Need man not love to fall and cry
Women from heaven be sent
To man's life adds a scent
In what is not as glory
She can change the whole story
While an inexplicable fee tickles
Why to have any scruples
What is more to be thinked
When a beautiful fate be linked
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)