Born on the thirteenth,
Has done enough damage to my life's destiny.
Everything I touch,
turns into dust.
Every road I turn-in
turns into a dead end
Why, I ask, to the world, to you and me?
I know the answer is simple yet complex,
And I am damn tired and vexed.
I call my friend, and, she says'
"I can't here, I'm on the other end".
I smile at my neighbor,
and he does not care.
I hear voices from the inside
Screaming!
"You are dead"! "You are dead"
So much for my luck!
So much for my destiny!
Why God in God's name, was I born on the thirteenth!
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
It's a crappy world here. Selfless, Selfish, Greedy, Careless and Wicked. They all mean the same I know. But what joy do people gain when they store wealth, while stealing what belongs to other's. And it becomes even more worse when they happen to be the Godfather's of the place.
What kind of world is this when the leaders are themselves corrupted, cheaters and selfish. This has been an age old issue like cancer, spreading and growing on all four corners of the world. I guess, even Holy places are not spared of this.
Money! Money! what is this, which tastes sweet like honey,
Give glitterati in your eyes,
and the prestige- all fake promises.
Are you a man or a woman?
Do you have a heart or even blood running in your vein?
Yes, I need you! I want you! More than anyone may know.
I don't love you... But yes, maybe lust is the right word.
Give me that...and I will show the world who I am?
Be my lady! Be my man!
Walk with me day and night!
Every rain and shine!
I will love, till I'm through and done
What kind of world is this when the leaders are themselves corrupted, cheaters and selfish. This has been an age old issue like cancer, spreading and growing on all four corners of the world. I guess, even Holy places are not spared of this.
Money! Money! what is this, which tastes sweet like honey,
Give glitterati in your eyes,
and the prestige- all fake promises.
Are you a man or a woman?
Do you have a heart or even blood running in your vein?
Yes, I need you! I want you! More than anyone may know.
I don't love you... But yes, maybe lust is the right word.
Give me that...and I will show the world who I am?
Be my lady! Be my man!
Walk with me day and night!
Every rain and shine!
I will love, till I'm through and done
Monday, 24 August 2009
The 24th Omen turned Allergy...
Its very weird how we develop allergies in life, biologically and humanly.Like I can't relish mushrooms, as the rest of the world. And I don't get it when my friends mention, its amazing!
So now we hear a lot of allergies around. Ranging from dust to sound (pollution). Eggs, yes, my cousins born and brought up in the Arab countries cannot eat them but they definitely hog a complete chicken. Surprising as the source does not seem to trouble them at all.But when you begin to ask them the reason behind these allergies, one would notice it is beyond the present physical factor. If Freud would have been alive I bet he would have proclaimed,"ITS ALL ABOUT THE MIND"!
Now for once I totally believe this. I'm a living walking, talking, writing, thinking social animal. Apart from mushrooms, I hate the 24ths of every month. Its stupid, weird, absurd... I know. The reason being, I realised all the damn truths about life on that day at one go- the 24th. Rather, I was forced to face without choice, the stark truth of life- NOTHING REMAINS CONSTANT AND FOREVER!
All of 20 years at this 21st century,was I exposed to this reality too early or late I'm not sure. But for definite I know, I began hating this date. It was like a reminder calender. Always reminding me what I lost, wouldn't what to lie what I gained as well and how long has it been since I have been living with this.
As though attached to it came a lot more allergies just like extended strings. I hate the rains, the lilies, jasmine, roses...they all give me a headache whenever I'm around them.OR,
"Do I really have headaches"? I'm not sure, but I know I do feel like a headache, which is of the possibility that either I think I have one or I really have one. It is quite difficult to tell the difference. But I do... but do I?
Ironically, I'm writing this on a 24th@0100hrs with no sleep. Today for sure when I wake up...I'm gonna have a headache. Like I said, I land up with headaches on the 24th's. An omen turned allergy!
So now we hear a lot of allergies around. Ranging from dust to sound (pollution). Eggs, yes, my cousins born and brought up in the Arab countries cannot eat them but they definitely hog a complete chicken. Surprising as the source does not seem to trouble them at all.But when you begin to ask them the reason behind these allergies, one would notice it is beyond the present physical factor. If Freud would have been alive I bet he would have proclaimed,"ITS ALL ABOUT THE MIND"!
Now for once I totally believe this. I'm a living walking, talking, writing, thinking social animal. Apart from mushrooms, I hate the 24ths of every month. Its stupid, weird, absurd... I know. The reason being, I realised all the damn truths about life on that day at one go- the 24th. Rather, I was forced to face without choice, the stark truth of life- NOTHING REMAINS CONSTANT AND FOREVER!
All of 20 years at this 21st century,was I exposed to this reality too early or late I'm not sure. But for definite I know, I began hating this date. It was like a reminder calender. Always reminding me what I lost, wouldn't what to lie what I gained as well and how long has it been since I have been living with this.
As though attached to it came a lot more allergies just like extended strings. I hate the rains, the lilies, jasmine, roses...they all give me a headache whenever I'm around them.OR,
"Do I really have headaches"? I'm not sure, but I know I do feel like a headache, which is of the possibility that either I think I have one or I really have one. It is quite difficult to tell the difference. But I do... but do I?
Ironically, I'm writing this on a 24th@0100hrs with no sleep. Today for sure when I wake up...I'm gonna have a headache. Like I said, I land up with headaches on the 24th's. An omen turned allergy!
Monday, 17 August 2009
Rain... and when she came
Yesterday, it rained like no other day. Apart, from the normal social human beings, I particularly don't enjoy the rainy seasons. The very thought of it fills my mind with images of muck, overflowing drainage, wet clothes and flu. All the above and the rest make a rather unpleasant mindset towards this season.
I have never really captured the relation between rains and romance. The sultry wet weather to that of love and in its making. Often has made me wonder why do they film lovers in the rain, with dresses (all in white, especially the female lead) singing song without a hiss of the rain. "It's a dream romantic sequence, you fool!, says my friend and I, as usual remain silence.
But yesterday when it rained, I was not in a great mood. I was in midst of an intense mobile talk trying to sort out an issue. And then I heard the breeze, grew stronger and the wind came. And suddenly she came. It sounded like the arrival of a thousand chariots galloping on a battle field to conquer and to win. The sound was roaring and deafening.
What is she, I asked myself? And I went to look up to her how she looks. And there I got a glimpse of her, rather glimpses. Under the bright orange street lamp she feel gracefully down almost like falling into some body's wide open arms. As though someone was obstructing her way, she cut through the hard earth, made the soil melt and found her way right into the heart of the earth.
She made the kids dance to her tune as she fell in rhythm and rhymes between their tiny figures and toes. The infant on the other side was overjoyed when she sprinkled herself upon her, wanting her more. I heard a man abuse and cursing her but she roared back voicing her thunder, he fled for his life. I strained my ears to hear her more but was surprised to hear how faint she sounded, as she dripped pass my fingers.
She was the rain... loud, gregarious but at the same time was a soft tiny drop. So tender yet strong. So light yet heavy, so demanding yet obliging. Suddenly a faint breeze rubbed against my face, leaving few drops on my face.Ah! She read my mind and after a long time I smiled. She smiled too knowing that she won a soulless heart! That I got to know the next morning.
Today when I woke, I ran out opened the door wanting to see her again. But was met by my old friend the Sun and his fashionably designed friends blue sky and his out of shape team of clouds."I loved it, I said". "No way", he said. "You never love her, the rain"? and "when did this exactly happen", he asked. And I said,
"Yesterday, the rain...when she came".
I have never really captured the relation between rains and romance. The sultry wet weather to that of love and in its making. Often has made me wonder why do they film lovers in the rain, with dresses (all in white, especially the female lead) singing song without a hiss of the rain. "It's a dream romantic sequence, you fool!, says my friend and I, as usual remain silence.
But yesterday when it rained, I was not in a great mood. I was in midst of an intense mobile talk trying to sort out an issue. And then I heard the breeze, grew stronger and the wind came. And suddenly she came. It sounded like the arrival of a thousand chariots galloping on a battle field to conquer and to win. The sound was roaring and deafening.
What is she, I asked myself? And I went to look up to her how she looks. And there I got a glimpse of her, rather glimpses. Under the bright orange street lamp she feel gracefully down almost like falling into some body's wide open arms. As though someone was obstructing her way, she cut through the hard earth, made the soil melt and found her way right into the heart of the earth.
She made the kids dance to her tune as she fell in rhythm and rhymes between their tiny figures and toes. The infant on the other side was overjoyed when she sprinkled herself upon her, wanting her more. I heard a man abuse and cursing her but she roared back voicing her thunder, he fled for his life. I strained my ears to hear her more but was surprised to hear how faint she sounded, as she dripped pass my fingers.
She was the rain... loud, gregarious but at the same time was a soft tiny drop. So tender yet strong. So light yet heavy, so demanding yet obliging. Suddenly a faint breeze rubbed against my face, leaving few drops on my face.Ah! She read my mind and after a long time I smiled. She smiled too knowing that she won a soulless heart! That I got to know the next morning.
Today when I woke, I ran out opened the door wanting to see her again. But was met by my old friend the Sun and his fashionably designed friends blue sky and his out of shape team of clouds."I loved it, I said". "No way", he said. "You never love her, the rain"? and "when did this exactly happen", he asked. And I said,
"Yesterday, the rain...when she came".
Thursday, 30 July 2009
The Hyderabadi pilla...
FB is an amazing time-pass, so says the rest of the world and I agree. And it's A+ kind of quizzes is just dumbly amazing. Off lately there has been a lot really challenging (Ya, Right!) quizzes like, "Are you a true Malayalee?", "Are you a true Piscean?" or "Are you a true Hyderabadi"?.
I saw a couple of my friends take the last quiz and a lot of them did earn the TRUE HYDERABADI TITLE. But there is none like this one person who can beat the record of a real true Hyderabadi.
I call her the Hyderabadi Pilla (H Pilla)- meaning Hyderabadi Girl! She is one easy going, no sweat kind of girl. I have hardly seen any tension on her face. If at all there were any, it would have been noticed in a word, sigh or mostly gone unnoticed. That's her level of expression. It's strange that a person like me who mentally-documents all incidents, missed on how the HPilla came into our lives. It's my shame!
Moving on, she's a talent in herself. It's amazing how she works her way from accounts and to running a radio show. Too much I say for a 24 yr old girl/woman. She is the youngest of us all, but has the most mature head/mind. She flows very easily just like the cloud dancing to the tune and wave of the breeze.
As a cloud and never knowing what's on her mind. HPilla is like the sweetest element of the 3 of us. Probably, when Hari and me argue, she is like the referee. Not that we have hard hitting arguments, but she is just like the boat radar, balancing the two of us.
Her smile is one of the most reassuring aspect about her. You need to be around her, you'll feel all is well.Like some kind of peaceful karma she possesses. Even if she were to be caught by the Principal or bunked any class, she would have that smile assuring you-take a chance buddy! All will be cool.
Now that's what a typical Hyderabadi is all about- Laid back and cool! I'm sure there are issues and worries in her life, but she makes it sound like some kind of a silly joke. Have I seen her tense, moody or worried? Rarely! And she is ought there to help, anytime! She is one hell of a woman.
My Hyderabadi Pilla, a veg-turned-non-veg social being, but most of all one of the best assets, I have forever cherished to possess. I owe her my life and I'm immensely proud of her.
I saw a couple of my friends take the last quiz and a lot of them did earn the TRUE HYDERABADI TITLE. But there is none like this one person who can beat the record of a real true Hyderabadi.
I call her the Hyderabadi Pilla (H Pilla)- meaning Hyderabadi Girl! She is one easy going, no sweat kind of girl. I have hardly seen any tension on her face. If at all there were any, it would have been noticed in a word, sigh or mostly gone unnoticed. That's her level of expression. It's strange that a person like me who mentally-documents all incidents, missed on how the HPilla came into our lives. It's my shame!
Moving on, she's a talent in herself. It's amazing how she works her way from accounts and to running a radio show. Too much I say for a 24 yr old girl/woman. She is the youngest of us all, but has the most mature head/mind. She flows very easily just like the cloud dancing to the tune and wave of the breeze.
As a cloud and never knowing what's on her mind. HPilla is like the sweetest element of the 3 of us. Probably, when Hari and me argue, she is like the referee. Not that we have hard hitting arguments, but she is just like the boat radar, balancing the two of us.
Her smile is one of the most reassuring aspect about her. You need to be around her, you'll feel all is well.Like some kind of peaceful karma she possesses. Even if she were to be caught by the Principal or bunked any class, she would have that smile assuring you-take a chance buddy! All will be cool.
Now that's what a typical Hyderabadi is all about- Laid back and cool! I'm sure there are issues and worries in her life, but she makes it sound like some kind of a silly joke. Have I seen her tense, moody or worried? Rarely! And she is ought there to help, anytime! She is one hell of a woman.
My Hyderabadi Pilla, a veg-turned-non-veg social being, but most of all one of the best assets, I have forever cherished to possess. I owe her my life and I'm immensely proud of her.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Question+Answers= Students Ni8mare@lecturers insanity quotient
While sitting on the desk as a student and probably hearing the lecture, I often imagined how do these lecturers correct our almost non-legible-sense papers.And today while I sit on the desk as a lecturer distributing corrected answer scripts, I say- "Gosh,I feel like God!".
While you see each of the student's tension as how did they fare the exams, an emotion of sadism is indefinitely prominent. There is some kind of power you feel. It's like you are holding these petrified souls by their throat, knowing the fact that a single digit can make a hell out of heaven or the vice-verse. That's why I hate numbers. They decide everything, from your age to weight to grades on your certificate and hence the pressure to perform, so claims the world!
Now listen to the exodus I walked through while correcting these answer scripts. There were quite a many storms I faced. Most of it was the storm of alphabets being wiped out in front of my eyes. I had to gouge out my owl like eyes to read what they have written. So therefore I was doubting whether I was growing blind but then I realised they just could not differentiate between the alphabet's 'S'& 'A', which are next to each other on every possible keyboard.
Talking of computers, they have made us lazy. Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V/X has made our life so much easy and influential that I saw their traits on these answer scripts. How? For 2 different questions, this student ended up writing the same answer. Now the same thought, but the poor chap did take the effort of writing it again.Feeling compassionate I gave him grace marks. At this level I had already lost on my eyes and my thinking abilities.
The worst nightmare was definitions. They not only changed the entire meaning of it but also the person who penned it. May his/her soul rest in peace! I say this because they have re-christened their names that probably would have resurrected those great thinkers from the grave.Hmmm!
My students did comment that the question paper was a little confusing and tough. Well, that's a practical truth I thought. No matter how much you study, one does go blank out while seeing the paper and while receiving marks, sooner or later.
The journey of teaching is physically, mentally and emotionally stressful. And correcting papers is even more. The reason being if you correct strictly your students may fail, you correct leniently, your students will take you for a ride. If your students fail, as a teacher you will be held responsible. At both sides I am at the receiving end.
For a minute I think I'm God the very next a helpless sheep. Truly this journey of Q+A is definitely a nightmare for both the parties.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Foffcorn Drawing- An Anatomy of lead & white paper
Foffcorn, yes you read it right!Foffcorn, when you're normal you call it Popcorn. But here, let me introduce you to one such walking, talking, dancing, movie buff and ever committing sinner with her extensive indulgence in ice-creams.
After living out a humorous exodus under the guidance of the metrosexual chimp,who assumed foffcorn to be rather smart for his chimp ways, foffcorn takes to dance away to the very happy and "GAY", dancer of the times. Very well the God of dancing blessed her with a platform of dancing, where she missed on one of her lamps. Not to bother but foffcorn braced the scorn and danced her way to glory. And the sweet result being that she is now on a high about her dancing the hidden version of shaking (successfully) hip-a-leg along with Jumbo's mushroom competitor and Harry Potter's most faithful South Indian Thali disciple.
Too much for a 5'4" foffcorn that while she shakes her leg probably her hands tickled their way out saying," We too want to stretch like the leg". Now Foffcorn dutifully listens out of concentration and decided that it's time to get the free hands to work and so commences the second chapter of Foffcorn's life..." A dash with the Drawing Classes".
The very wonderful, skillful, artistic black leads on the white paper ground you see, is Foffcorn's. Now, I confess she has taken me by surprise.Her first sketch of the tree in between the water and the house on the rather extreme and right in between the boat. So much like her, she always finds her way out through diplomacy and is ever ready to jump... I wonder what must have been on her mind when she sketched the river.
The backless Elephant- The title of the second pic. Apparently, she couldn't figure/imagine how the back of the Elephant would be and a smart way of cover up. She drew the elephant from the front view. Now when the front is visible who really cares about the backside. Ahem!Smart woman. You sure hit the back while aiming the front. Sounds like the mantra of business.
The Blooming Nameless Flower- Foffcorn pretty much got the shape of the petals, leaves, the vase is visible from the head. And here to a very frontal view focus. Only to mention that her gaze is what's right in front of her eye. Only that I can't figure out whether it's a close up of a lily or jasmine or rose. So I name it nameless.
The SINGLE bird- Honestly, I'm unaware of the gender and specie of the bird. As these two factors matter a lot while analysing it,thus raising a very subjective point of view. Therefore I invite you to think freely with or without objectivity.
The almost PERFECT One- Awww! it's a DOG!!!! The perfect one. You know it's a dog and it's a lab. What a wonder. After 5 practices, Foffcorn gets the image of man's most faithful friend's image aptly. What else one needs, when you have a friend. Applaud! Applaud! the new artist of the vicinity.... FOFFCORN.
What a wonder! An amatuer takes on the lead & white paper only to be re-discovered as the born artist.( And audience claps! claps! claps!). On a second glance, again the Dog's picture is a front close up view. Hmmm!! hang on... Did Foffcorn imagine MJ while drawing the PERFECT ONE, seems to have a unique gifted nose... ( Go Check Back).
Hail Foffcorn! Hail the artist! Leonardo are you listening... you have a daughter here!!!
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