Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Leave death alone

leave that razor alone,
death is no solution.
talk to me what ails you
i promise to listen.
i will not be judgmental
i will reason it out.
maybe I will just be silent
while you listen
to your own words.
let sanity prevail,
let life live.
death is so easy,
living is a challenge.
give it a chance,

much is at stake-
that is-your life!

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Right now I feel too raw and bleeding but sanity did prevail on the person concerned.

Learnt/unlearnt about life

Answering here something homo escapeons asked in the previous post. Check his comments here.

This is what I learnt/unlearnt till date:
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Religion does NOT teach us to love. It rather teaches us to hate.

Family is NOT there for you always. You stand alone.

Love is NEVER unconditional. Who claims so IS lying.

Honesty is NOT the best policy.

Brotherhood/sisterhood does NOT exist.

Money comes much ABOVE power any day.

Power comes SECOND though.

Parents do not love all their kids EQUALLY. If they say so then they are lying.

Girls will always get a RAW deal wherever they are.

Harder you try STEEPER you fall.

Hope dies a SLOW death.

No one appreciates INTEGRITY anymore.

Friends are there as long as you GIVE. Stop giving, they vanish so fast!

Despite all this I STILL believe in all things good.

Kids are the BEST things there can be. Even if they are NOT your own.

Men hate EMOTIONAL females.

Men hate LOGICAL/SANE females too!

(Either way you can't win. I have tried both!!!...:D)

PMS is HERE to stay!

Diamonds ARE useless. Who cares if they are forever.

Curiosity has not killled me as YET. But I am no cat.
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These are in no particular order. I wrote what came into my mind one at a time. In much less than 500 words..:D

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Fairs and Exhibitions...Part I

As soon as November starts we have all kinds of fairs in Delhi at one part or the other. I mostly avoid going to the more popular ones. I trudge along to book fairs or those exhibitions holding some kind of creative activities. I find few takers for those. Hence I go alone. That's a good thing too. No one is hurrying me to rush back. So I just move about in my own pace savoring my own company. Some times we do need to do things our own way. Browsing books is one such activity. I simply forget the time while I am doing that.

I like going to art museums...paintings, scupltures etc etc. I try to decipher the mind of the artist. At times it is crystal clear and at others it is as indecipherable as it can be. But that does not bother me at all. In a way it gives me much to think about. I am a thinking person. I need constant food for my mind.

I like those exhibitions which satisfy my inner hunger. Though they can never fulfil it. Not in the way I want it to be. I am always wanting something. Nothing to do with material things. I can't explain it...

(to be contd)

Word List....writing exercise

The following is the word list given to us to write a piece of prose on those unrelated words.

Antibody

Brush

Coffin

Duck

Ejaculate


I wrote this:


I brushed my lapel of the remains of the duck I have had. As there was a bird-flu scare, I hoped the duck had developed antibodies after it had been injected with the antidote before it had been killed for dinner. I did not want to end up in the coffin with my life ejaculated at the speed of jet-plane!

Friday, November 24, 2006

On the roads


Any normal day in Delhi






On the roads


i traverse the same path
over and over again
sometimes silent,
at others screaming.

crowds that are same
and yet not quite.
most in a hurry,
few pausing;

business as usual.
time running out
but a few don’t care.
i pause, savour, inhale;

the redolent air,
filled with essence of you.
i whirl back
with sudden awareness

of you gone from my life.
your memories are
all I have left for now,
bereft of any soul.

Where am I from?

I wrote this for a writing exercise for one of the networks. I know this is idealistic but what the hell....








Gomukh...origin of Ganges

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Where am I from?

I am from the land of saints,
where spirituality abounds.
Gita is the way of life
love for others is the norm.
all religions are embraced,
absorbed and esteemed.
Ganges washes our sins
giving us new lease of life.
Diverse cultures converge
at a single point but still
hold on to their own.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Blogger message...my blog a spam?.

I received the following message on my email yesterday.
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After I did the needful I received this message today:


Hello,

Your blog has been reviewed, verified, and cleared for regular use so
that
it will no longer appear as potential spam. If you sign out of Blogger
and
sign back in again, you should be able to post as normal. Thanks for
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What I would like to know how does my blog resemble a spam. One more thing is that I decided to have a sister blog (this time a beta one almost uprooted!) in case my blog is deleted for any reason. I had nothing to post yesterday but I did not like the feeling of not being able to post till it was cleared by blogger support.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

in and out



toying with picture,
while the world diffuses
evoking days of laughter
nostalgia dances
from converging eyes
as the aura fades out.
gray hues demarcate,
celestial stain of ignominy.
stridently gazing at
the very being. the sun
eludes brilliance.
gloom enfolds
reclining on the wall
surrounded by memories
piercing the soul.

Just my thoughts

This past week had been kind of interesting. As I said before, there was no net for 4 days. After a while I found it cool. I did a lot of writing. I kind of played around with words. I mostly write free verse though I lapse into rhyming in between. I forced myself to write those two poems dealing with mathematics as I needed to contribute stuff for our school yearbook.

I have written some fine pieces on education system too. I will post those after I polish them a bit. I rarely rewrite my poems as thinking does not help me at all. My poetry has to be raw. I seldom edit those. Editing changes the whole damn meaning. My first thoughts are really what I want to convey.

An online friend of mine, Carol Roach wants me write about India, its culture, its diversity, Hinduism to contribute to her storytime tapestry. That should keep me busy forever. I will post some of those reflections here too.

I do try to update Doctrine Of The Bhagavadgita

Monday, November 20, 2006

Getting along life mathematically

Add to the positivity
Subtract the negativity

Happiness is multiplied
Wretchedness is divided

Life has no linearity
Nor it has any similarity

More like tangential
With so little differential.

Facing ups and downs squarely
We can get along exponentially!

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This math poem is simple enough. Hope you enjoy reading both the posts for today!!

Pirouetted sentiments














slow gliding of souls
pictures stare silently
trapped in celluloid
of mind's eye
famished for sunbeams,
exposed of contentment.
suddenly at crossroad of
accumulated panorama.
bits and pieces of someone's

sapored
sensibility.

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I seldom write like this. My works are mostly simple worded but I thought why not!

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Best shot

truth will always sets us free
for our salvation, it is the key

life's small struggles will go on
my responsibility of it will be my own

time has indeed made me grow
no hurrying about but to go slow

no tantrums, no more blame game,
at end of it, i don't want any shame

we all need time for retrospection
this helps us in mind's rejuvenation

change is the only permanent constant
but with our actions, we want it instant

it never happens the way we wish
life's enveavours has taught me this

give your best shot in all you do
it will definitely see you through!
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Nothing original here. Sometimes one just needs to pep talk to oneself. This is my way of pep-talking to myself. Please bear with me for this tripe.

A day in mathematics teacher’s life.

A mathematics teacher
is always on constant move,
calculating the speed of her teaching;
measuring the precise time
taken for completing
the exponentials of life.

Her timing is perfect for intercepting
the graphical representation of
life’s ups and downs.
Maybe she produces more clowns
who have no idea of additions,
subtractions or basic mathematics.

Leave alone calculus, trigonometry,
mensuration and basic proportions.
She is circling her mind to
solve triangular and other areas
of the pupil’s brain, tickling them with
squares, cubes and pyramids

At the end of the day, she is
dead beat, knowing full well
it will not be followed by
majority of her pupil.
But she persists, her enthusiasm
multiplied, faith undivided.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Frenzied Entropies

trying to taste coffee from your lips,
stopping space and time with a kiss;
eroding all the rules of diplomacy
with madness and neurotic honesty.

coaxing our flesh to confess
what our words never dare profess
simmering, shivering, reckless kiss
igniting arson between our hips’

inciting the surface of our skin
frenzied entropies lurking within,
catastrophe of emotions and thoughts
which alternatively distort and contort

we unwittingly undrape deceits,
writhing under the silken sheets.
molten tongues, roving palms
yielding to contagion of giddy charms.

Server down..!!!!

For a while all my words had dried up. When those flowed, my server let me down. No internet for four days. It was horrible! We have become net addicts. The whole world comes apart...

Well, I am back after four days. Now I will catch up with commenting and posting. One good thing is I have kept up with my reading and writing too. God, I missed all my blogger friends.

Cyber HUGS to you all!

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Mushy! For want of a better title....

reaching out gently,
i softly feel you
while you sleep.
finding your heart
i listen to its beat
unison to mine.
i cherish the
timeless moment
being careful
not to wake you.

nuzzling you
i fall asleep.
in the stillness
of night, you stir
beside me.
without a thought
you pull me closer.
i smile to myself
and give in to the
raging fires.

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Wrote this after reading those mushy romance novels(15!). I know it is very predictable but what's wrong with writing predictable stuff?

(Actually this question is for me!)

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Reading romances--then and now

Remember I wrote about the friend I met after 22 years. We were school buddies. We used to devour romance novels (Mills and Boon, for you all) at that time. Sneaking those inside our books and reading in the classrooms. Somewhere down the line, 20 years to be precise, I gave up on those. I graduated to other stuff and never missed the romance novels much.

Now Rina, this friend of mine, remembered me as the school girl she had known me as. So here she comes to my place and gifts me 15 (15!) Romance novels. Mills & Boons, Harlequins, what nots...I didn't even know these still existed. I will not say I was thrilled which I wasn't. Maybe she thought I needed those after looking at my still single status.

Anyway to cut a long story short, I started those with some misgivings. In no time I was hooked. I finished all 15 within a space of 5 days...averaging three a day. I agree after some time I did not know which was which but it does not really matter.

Nutshell is they meet, they fight, and they kiss and make up and live together happily ever after. But that’s not what I want to say. I find some similarities though there have been vast differences in those novels I read in 80s and now.

Similarity is that the hero is as handsome as ever. Tall, dark and very handsome in a rugged sorto way. He always has a scar somewhere on his body. The heroine is very beautiful, with a great figure.

Now for the differences:

In the eighties, those were kind of mild. The hero was either a tycoon, banker, rancher, prince or something like that fully loaded with money or what have you. Hope you get my gist. He was almost above the age of 35. The heroine was a secretary, nurse, governess, and housekeeper or was so young as to be made a ward of the hero. She was never with money. (Exceptions are there!) She was around 17-23 years. The age difference was always around 8-20 years. The girl was always untouched except by the hero. He was the only man in her life. Even if they parted and met after a few years, she remained one man woman. That can't be said about the hero. You see, man of the world and all that.... (Well, that's another thing altogether). In those novels, they only held hands, kissed on the last page and/or if there was love making scene it was never worded. Implied is the operative word.

Speaking of now, the hero is a trouble shooter, television journalist, undercover agent, and commander, Professor, artist, whatever. No change in his age. He still is more than 35 years of age. Has to have money! What is a hero without money? The heroine is not the simpering idiot any more. Very much the woman of the world. As powerful as the hero. And with as much clout and finances, sometimes more. Now the heroines are older, 26-35 years. They know what they want. They are not shy to get into bed with the hero if they so desire. Infact it starts with sex right in the beginning (page 1) and love follows much later, if you call that love. These so-called romance novels have become pornographic. How times have changed. Romance is no longer the same. We can't blame the new writers when sex stares at you from everywhere. Just look at the book covers!

To tell the truth, I did enjoy reading these after so long. Mushy or whatever! Romance novels, here I come!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Metamorphosis

“honestly . . .”
beginning of many
warped sentences:
partial reality that coat
enunciations
so when we look
into his flat words,
we try to see something
multi-dimensional
in the eyes of the speaker,
to give us some inkling
about his ever-changing
stance…..

perhaps our efforts
are wasted;
yet we have to do it
for our own insight
into his twisted mind.


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Writing about all those two-faced human beings. Trying to understand the way their mind works....I know it is a futile exercise but....

Thursday, November 02, 2006

cardinal sin

perfect time to sin
thoughts make me spin
teeth waiting to sink in

juices oozing out
sleep is far about
Why have any doubt

in my waking dream
i sliently scream
for luscious icecream!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

conjecture of my mind

i glance into my mirror;
see you unseeingly.
my gestures mechanical,
thoughts instinctively
desiring to be closer.
i turn to be with you-
as usual you disappear
inside my mind.
i am left with
staring at my reflection,
thinking who is this?


am i the one who is
conjecture of my mind?


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Mirrors fascinate me. I could make stories of those. I used to get lost inside a mirror when I was a kid. Even now I sometimes get lost....

Cut and Dried

Was forced to take a break from blogging. No words were forthcoming. Mind was kind of blank. In this kind of mood it's better to take a break from everything. Writing, commenting, cementing.

Why don't I feel rejuvenated? Listless is more like it.