My Prayer

To my God above, I call on thee
humbly, I beg you to listen to me
Do not grant me all I desire
I want not any happiness on hire
Let me earn it, I earnestly pray
So listen to what I have to say
To improve myself, please hand me tools
And keep me away from advice of fools
Let life be simple, happy and sweet
A pleasant smile from all I meet
I seek not untold riches, wealth and fame
but just enough people to remember my name
Let there not be suffering, nor any pain
but on hot summer evenings, cool refreshing rain
When I close my eyes,give me slow music and dance
In black-and-white, and old-fashioned romance
Give me not the arrogance to look down on others
Just the love and joy of sisters and brothers
No bombs, No guns, No terror, No blades
No earthquakes, No Cancer, No headaches, No AIDS
May what I ask, not be just in vain,
but rest assured, I'll want only this again
My Lord, with all your power, so far above
Lay me on the lap of the girl that I love

Her struggle

Down, and not out, still holding on
She stands up again, small and thin
And hard he blows, to put her out
In this struggle, who will win?

Not lost yet, her all-powerful allure
Her flame trying to get back bright
His cold soft touch, powerless and limp
She burns , and yet without much light

In this war there are battles many
Some for her to win, and some to lose
But in the end, they dont matter one bit
Because, apart, theyre not really of much use

Before we know what's there to see
Lets meet our players in this game
That fight on, throughout the night
The gentle breeze, The candle's flame

Apart, they fight, they win, they lose
But without her wind, she cannot dance
And without his flame, he just blows cold
That's why they need to take this chance

He powers her, takes her where she ought to go
She gives him direction, shows him the way
When apart they could but fight each other
Together, they're here to stay

If our battling flames and winds desire
They can stay that way, and stay there low
But once they wish to go a bit higher
Combine they must, to spark that glow

Love poem no. God knows how many

Her eyes, her smile, they bring me peace
She's God's most exquisite work of art
Her voice,melodious, so musical to behold
Accompanied by the rhythms of my beating heart

In tired, trying and testing times,
She brings me love, and relief untold
More comfort, than a thousand words
In that one caring look her eyes hold

Her soft touch soothes the meanest tide
of brewing rage or sadness in me
Her magic, that's what keeps me sane
She's really divine, thats plain to see

Confessions

Will you forgive me if I tell you the truth?
Will you be angry if i lie?
Your eyes, they pierce and stab my soul
Why do you let me sit here and cry?

What should I do to solve it all?
Will I find peace if I walk away?
I did, and again, but no solace found
And if I did go, where would I stay?

Will not the sands of time catch up with me?
Will time heal this wound as well?
A haunted mirror that shows me my past
What should I do?,do tell

Remain music and sleep those charmers still?
Are they really all I possess?
Waiting for life to be closer soon
And then to you, ill confess

Shooting Stars

The cold that night was hardly felt
because you were by my side
In each others captive gaze we dwelt,
The world, left totally in our stride

Hands clasped, under each others' sheet
while you were by my side
Secret smiles exchange, eyes slyly meet
The whole world, left in our stride

And when the orange morning sun arose
Still, you were by my side
The delight on my face, it really shows
And the world, left in our stride

Ill always cherish those magic hours
When you were by my side
And how we chased those shooting stars
And left the world in our stride

Raw

Her wistful eyes call out to me
Every second, minute and hour apart
As though from distant memory
Sharp tipped arrows through my heart

Her name spoken carves an unseen smile
On the rugged contours of my visage
Distance, measured in many a mile
will never push this over the edge

Her eyes, they smile, I cant explain
For me alone, the love shines bright
When they turn back to meet mine again
For those and more, here ends the night

Elements and Senses: The stories her eyes told me

Of deep blue seas, among the waves,
cool ocean mist that sprays her skin,
Of her fire ,in that single gaze
that blinds me, and all within

Of the earth, she treads,her soft, worn feet,
her fragrance, that claims all around
Of her nature, just ever so sweet
her breeze that gently hums a sound

Of her colourful clothes,her angel's wings,
the bitter-sweetness of it all
Of those silent songs to me she sings
for these, we heed her pleading call

Wherever we are,she'll always care
No matter how far,it's so plain to see
Now here I stand, and with you I'l share
The stories her eyes told me.

Emptiness

The title says it all, right?

I'm sorry

Well, you know..Saying today's not been the best of days is a massive understatement. You know, it's days like this that get u thinking. And i have been thinking about it all. About myself, about my choices in life. About why I do things a certain way, about what I feel about different people around, the entire works...

But you know, there's something missing in all this analysis. Just thinking about what I have done to deserve such a miserable time, just thinking why life takes us on such a path, and what i've gotta do to set things straight, cos frankly, things the way they stand, are pathetic, and i',m in a totally miserable state.
Thinking back, ive done a lot of things that have very badly hurt the people very close to me. To use one of my own expressions, The fire that lite the candle, burnt the bridges too..And this is something I swore would never happen again in my life.

I have many regrets in life. And I am not proud of myself. Im sorry.Forgive me, people.I feel anger. the rage just shoots up my body. I HATE myself.

Prisoner of thoughts

In darkness now, my thoughts all run
I'm Waiting to drive the night away
To welcome the warmth of the rising sun
Those thoughts decide with me to stay

Seeking my freedom, and light blue skies
As black engulfs the canvas of life
Red raging fire, deceit and lies
Blood pouring forth, in eternal strife

Envious green overtakes the lawn
of peace that once prevailed inside
Waiting forever for a new day to dawn
All within my head, this horror ride

I paint my pictures with pain alone
My sadness devours all happy things
Prisoner to thoughts,albeit my own
If only those dreams did have those wings

Somethings, in case u realise, have just been a part of u so long, that they just come naturally. Like singing the same song in the shower everyday(in my mind..NOT out loud), waking up so early wen im home, that one set routing which u've been following for years, although it goes out of touch, just a change in place can bring it all back to u.
It's a very funny feeling to realise that this is what you had been doing everyday of ur life some 5 years ago, and in a way, its nice to know that, cos its a part of who u are, ingrained deep inside you; something that truly makes you YOU.
I'm gonna try finding more about these. after all, arent men creatures of habit?

Lonely!

The lonely tree shed its last lonely leaf
And now all barren but layers of grief
Of its sorrow, there's no other trace
But the track of the dried tear upon its face

Those lonely roads, lonely paths I took
Upon them, in solemn silence I look
Life's setting sun, in all orange splendor
On which i can only gaze in wonder

In lonely sleep, throughout the lonely night
Admiring the shiny stars, glittering so bright
In quiet prayer i remain absorbed
The patience being its own reward

The lonely thoughts, up in my lonely head
If only I'd listened to what they had said
Then I would not have to weep
And nodded peacefully off to sleep

The lonely times, lonely days i spent
To those lonely places, at lonely times I went
Painting lonely nights black, and lonely days red
throughtout my lonle life, I was always dead.

Magic, the sea, the stars and the ghosts

With time not much to spare at will
The memories etched in my mind still
Silent sea and skies stay attached
Horizon, the distance still looks patched

Life's startling ways reveal new twists
From above at cliffs to down at pits
When time stands still, u think of the past
The magic woven into mind at last

The shallow water tickles the skin
The waves softly soothe the thoughts within
For mellow breeze and the sparkling sun
Are not enough, with ur mind on the run

No matter how far I look around
From up in the skies to under the ground
The magic as always, still evades me
Elusive forever, lost in the sea

Sometimes I think that its all a trick
Mirrors, Shadows-take ur pick
But the artist is always so convincing
Cape draped around before taking wing

Of someone i think, the thought stays in my head
Like some indelible passage from some book i have read
She continues to haunt me, day after day
She can never leave, whatever i say

The ghosts of the past, will haunt me forever
The ghosts of my present, no links i can sever
But one thing im sure of, there never will be
A ghost in my future, ill make sure to see

The rains pour down the jagged contours
For all the misery, along the wild moors
The metaphor's broken, tears are the rain
The moors my face, contorted with pain

The memories that last, are happy to see
But i'd rather have them away from me
Cos im scared that this will go the same way
'History repeats itself' , thats wat they say

The promises remain, etched in my mind
And ill make sure that someday ill find
Not too far away, those shiny two stars
Shine with their love, healing my scars

I promise today, whatever takes place
That ill be the one to win the race
For the stars even today belong to me
I wish that this even the stars could see...

No expectations

Sometimes life can just give u a huge huge kick, when things seem to be going so amazingly. Its amazing how when one thing goes wrong, it all starts to look downhill. Everything seems to lose perspective. You happen to become disillusioned with life on the whole. You know its happened to you before but still cant get over the absence some things u have taken for granted so long. Things that have meant a lot to u and will always mean a lot. Im writing this with a few things in mind, and as people read it, i guess everyone who this is meant for will understand y im writing it for them. Im disappointed with the way things have turned out. Maybe this was how fate conspired, maybe this is how things are meant to happen, maybe this is how things should happen. One thing is certain though, im not letting matters out of my control this time and let it screw up my mind the way it has been doing for the past many years. It turns out nothing has ever gone the way i really want it to. A sense of depression sinking in again, its all too familiar. I've felt this way thousands of times before.But this time, its not going to be like that. I know how this story ends and am going to make sure with all my power that it ends the way i want it to.
Sometimes, its a question of trust- that hope which will always keep u up, the way some things have always kept me up. To them, i am thankful. But sometimes, wen those things that u really hope that are reveal themselves not to be wat they are, it shatters u. Wat u once thought was sheer perfection, leaves u doubting urself. Its agony , i tell u. When u see life playing itself over again, u realise that these expectations are just a reflection of ur own deficiencies. The only way one can be happy in such a situation is to completely forgo all expectations, to make sure life hands u no gifts, that u know wat ur truly worth, and to realise that not everyone bothers as much as u do.
Some things just happen to burn u up, Those inadequacies just add up and soon ur left staring at nothing but a void, vacuum, that leaves nothing. Ur empty, just a fragile shell,devoid of even that tough exterior that protects the nothingness within.
Drowning, a cry for help to be rescued from an ocean of my own faults-
I shall probably never learn not to expect anything- but I will toughen myself to save the emptiness inside- to preserve myself- and to improve myself for when my story eventually ends, everythings going to be perfect- and thats the way it should be, and thats how it will be, always.

This was a poem i submitted for the invite for APOGEE 2k8- Thought pivot...was not used but im very fond of this one tho

Where mind meets man and ideas arise
Where magic is made with thoughts alone
Those thoughts that shade the minds so wise
Those minds,those men, are you alone.

Those pivotal thoughts, those ideas behold
Make us what we are today
Those ideas new,so daring and bold
Are yours,so come show us the way.

The spark is yours to light the fire,
The roaring blaze of innovation
To quench each unfulfilled desire
Set free your imagination

A bad day

Today was fun....and then it all went downhill..
It was fun to walk upto her...but not say a word and get back. It wasnt fun when i realised what i had lost. It was fun making house plans. It wasnt fun wen some plans backfired. It was fun during a really amazing drive. It wasnt fun on the way back. One phone call was fun, the next one was frantic. It was fun to meet someone I have missed, not fun that im not meeting someone im missing....

Wat do u call it wen u know u hate something but cant do anything abt it but grin and bear it?
Wat do u call it wen ur pissed with someone and u cant tell them abt it?
Wat do u call it wen ur tired of a place and just have to stay there for wat seems an eternity?
Wat do u call it wen u wanna break someones skull open with one punch and u cant do it?
Wat do u call it wen u know that u made mistakes in life and can do nothing abt it?
Wat do u call it wen ur memories flood ur mind and ur future seems blank?
Wat do u call it wen u know that ppl really dont bother much abt wats important?
Wat do u call it wen u know that there r ppl who care but simply cant understand?
Wat do u call it wen there r ppl who just dont know tht they should care?
Wat do u call it wen some old song is running thro ur head evoking some emotion?
Wat do u call it wen u know that someone can always make u smile, even if its not for u?
Wat do u call it wen u realise that life isnt meant to be this way, but u cant do much abt it?
Wat do u call it wen u realise ur smile isnt really cos ur happy?
Wat do u call it wen u have a constant headache?
Wat do u call it wen at times u wish it was all over?
Wat do u call it wen one small detail abt ur past and it can haunt u so much?
Wat do u call it wen u know u have not been nice and u dont regret it?
Wat do u call it wen u just want to sit back and relax?

I call this........

A tribute to one of those moods. U know u have that feeling at times tht ur just undefeatable. Now that is the feeling the power-hungry crave for.Sadly we dont realise that anyone can acheive this.All it takes is some nice music, cool breeze and some contemplation. Life doesnt get better than this. When ur at the lowest points of ur life, its nice to take time off for urself.
I guess sometimes u feel tht theres nothing going for u.Tht things have been ganging up against u, that u feel a sense of being closed down. my only advice is to sit outside in the breeze...play a few nice songs, set ur mind wandering...am not typing anymore cos im outsie now enjoyin the breeze...be back later!

Madness

Sometimes in life u must keep reminders of the consequences of ur mistakes, so that u will know to never commit them again, and as something that will help u get used to the pain.
Sometimes, these reminders cause more pain since every second with it on u feels like an eternity. As every step u take further, u are reminded of wat u have done before. And at every moment, it is there to tell u wat not to do again.
Sometimes, u feel that there is nothing left to go on for, not realising that time will play the role of the healer. But here, u have two options. The first is to move along with the pain, believeing that this is life is someday going to pull u through to safety. The other option is to realise wat u have done and try setting things right.
In some cases however, the second option does not exist. The bridges are burnt, there is no way to get back into the comfort u once enjoyed. At this point u will start hating urself, cursing ur very existance and giving up on life. there are times u feel hepless and lost. U decide indeed to give up on everything, all that u have worked for so far, to become a mad, rash and totally out-of-control freak. you simply dull out the sadness and the pain with self-imposed sadness. U develop new confusions, new thoughts arise that u cannot control. U go nuts and start complicating simple issues. When life seems unfair, its always hard to move on. People say it is better to be the first person, more patient, and living in the hope that someday, things will be fine. Me, im just happy to be mad...

comprees again! :)

Where even pales hell in contrast
No-one ever seems to outlast
Bigger than any fraud, worse than any scam
Is the horror named compre exam

The tests and tutes have let u down
The inital smile mutated to frown
Asking others "Explain this please!"
alas! the horrors never cease

Words fail to describe the disarray
It looks more like a warzone fray
Battles with time and notes and books
Are being lost, spare the dirty looks

The ghotus beside on their third revisions
And ur sitting alone making tough decisions
To guss this or that? "he'll surely ask this"
But no one can read that mind of his

The night is young, Ill surely be through
with the modified portions, by 1 or 2
But again, dear boy, fates run deep
By twelve ur nodding off to sleep

Your snores awaken the sideys beside
They return to ghot with their books by their side
The heat they give out keeps u warm
To comfort u till the break of dawn

The morning arrives and ur still not aware
that theres just 3 hrs left to the scare
To make matters worse the exam's at eight
Not 9 as u thought, the previous date

"Thats it!" you say, "I'm all out of fight"
"Im just going to take this one light"
After all , in Pilani we are , my friend
Where relative grading is the wonderful trend

Weighty issues! :(

A lot depends on how much cake
u have in ur daily intake
wen once again u want to take
some more food, for old times sake

For every piece of chocolate
Is slowly pushing up ur weight
With every morsel on ur plate
It soon will become too late

The chips u eat, the beer u drink
U really never stop to think
ur never ever going to shrink
Its now too late, ur beyond the brink

Dont forget all the mountain dew
the billion bottles,not just a few
to reach sizes u never knew
but still u want to continue

"I'm hungry" 's the eternal call
Of faithful foodies, like us all
Despite looking a bit like a ball
Not really caring to be small

The burgers all so full of cheese
"Just one?" u say, Another please!
Stuffing urself till u cant even sneeze
sweating so u cant feel the breeze

Starters aplenty, main courses aside
I hope dessert u will provide
Behind no tree anymore ul hide
Im sorry to say u've grown too wide

For all the junk u managed to eat
U now cant fit in a single seat
Ur body's too much for ur poor thin feet
World records in weight u've managed to beat

All clothes too small, no shoes that fit
u realise now u can no more sit
And soon u cant move even a bit
You wonder now how this blaze was lit


(To be continued)

No strings attahed

The Summer sun sets, staring at the sea
I think of how it all comes down to me
The fire that lit the candle burnt the bridges too
Within me, no strings attached.

The words that play around in my ear
rouse emotions, sadness, joy and fear
The mind-numbing pain is always there
Within me, no strings attached

The memories and moments never fade
But In my own feelings i begin to wade
Swimming now blindly, cut off from here
Within me, no strings attached

The emptiness is too much to take
Hoping now that soon i will wake
But the sorrowful music strums slowly within
Within me, No strings attached

The rainstorm!

Im sorry but these days im inspired only for a bit and am never able to finish off the poems i start...but will do these wen i m in the mood...for now...this is all ive got

The rains pour on in torrents behold
Refreshing the dusty arid mind
Bringing the breeze lively yet cold
Leaving me deaf,dumb and blind

The water,icy touches my skin
Shivers erupt through my spine
In momentary bliss,i forget within
This material world of mine

Unyielding to the rain,i want to go
Away,from the shackles that bind me
"No" says my mind,"Just take it slow"
My past haunts and reminds me.

Showers silent erupt,outside and within
Water ,fire theyre all the same
The mellow breeze which once soothed the skin
Is now a gale,in a new fiery game

The fury unleashed,I've lost all control
of my senses,the storm overtakes
The mind,refusing to play its role
Overpowered by the storm,the body never wakes

As light becomes dark and day turns to night
The fire within loses its glow
With endless thought"Will day come again?"
The highs all become low

Like being pushed in,ur pupils dilate
In wats life's strange twist of fate
Stuck in a place u really hate
A rude shock knowing wats late

The magic is gone,the charm worn off
The spark is never there
Life becomes new, to live in this night
To live without a care

Darker and darker this night becomes
There is no dawn in sight
Till darkness becomes too much to take
To go on withiout the light

This night is long and winding too
The twists all in ur mind
The darkness has some lighting too
to which ur really blind

But soon the dark is light instead
It s like opening ur eyes
to the new fire inside of u
An answer to your whys

Hello God,Are you out there??

Well,
Its just something i have been wanting to write about for a long time.But then Tapan stole the idea.In my defense, its a common enough topic;Theism v/s atheism, Religions v/s Science, the topic has been thoroughly probed,examined and given a nice deep look into by not only unqualified idiots like us who have no other better job to do than dish out our own theories but also by people who have spent their life researching this,by men of god(is thr one?),and by authors of various books on the topic..I particularly enjoyed a quote in Angels and demons "Science and religion are not at odds,Science is simply too young to understand!" This has got to be one of the most profound statements that book makes. I really liked that portrayal;mind you, im not sold to that idea though. My point,like always, is the middle path(time i learnt to pick a lane).
An idea of god: Do u believe that there is someone out there,controlling us,watching over us,someone who is omnipotent,the almighty,the higher power to whom we all pray to...
Or is this just a myth?A placebo,something which we believe in, Someone who we know will not let us down wen we pray to him, that we perform our tasks ourselves and attribute it to a miracle of the lord?
To be honest, i dont know.In my opinion, all we need is someone to believe in...someone who we think will not let us down...An experience...strangely enough at the dentists office. Like 3 years back,i needed 4 teeth extracted,2 each in 2 sittings.The first day,hurt like hell and the pain was really bad.But 3 days later,when i went for the second time,i was really dreading it.But miraculously,The pain i was expecting never came..Surprised,but happy,i walked home with my grandma...She tells me "How was it today Shravan? I prayed to God and asked him not to give u any pain". Im sure there could be a simple plausible logical explanation for this like more anesthetic or something,but i choose to believe otherwise,Not that God came away and took away my pain,but that the power of belief in something,the strength of faith is enormous..
When ppl used to ask me..Are u religious? I used to reply."No,im spiritual".Nowadays i laugh at myself for giving such an answer.Because all i have is belief that someone is out there.I dont meditate on him,Im not a ritualistic person.Coming to which,One thing i really dont approve of in religion is rituals.
To me, its not that wat matters,Wat matters is that u have faith in something,not which direction u face,and where u put ur hands or feet. Call me a hypocrite if u will but i do enjoy going to the temple,it makes a really nice experience for me.Not so much for praying with half a dozen shlokas,but somewhere i find silence,a nice place to concentrate on what i believe in,a quiet place where there is nothing between me and my thoughts...Which is one reason y i love the bits temple,a brilliantly designed place, and very quiet,a place to sit and think...and pray if u will...to know the answer to the question we posed in the beginning of this post..Does he really exist?

Dedicated to My Wing

This one's for u guys...who made my first year really great

To Bits-Pilani I came one day
From home at chennai, all the way
They sent me to this room of mine
KR-411,devoid of shine
The wing seemed empty the day I came
Not a soul did I know,not a single name
As time flew past I gotta know them soon
Slowly came out of my silent cocoon
My roomie was the first one I came to know
And with him I shall begin to show
How I value the wing,the times we spent
Memories so strong,that nothing will dent
There was a young man from lucknow
in bits he really, really fell in love
with you-know-who,shall not be revealed
no point asking me,my lips are sealed
Prashant was caring,and enthued all the time
but never treated me,not even for a dime
He was great at CP,and at bio too
how do u do it?just how DO u?
I remember being his alarm every day
He slept in august,and woke up in may
We shall move on to maggi, the biggest ever ghot
In the wing,most unpopular,as shown by vote :-D
While in 1-1 was fine,the next sem became mad
was always with his books,which was ever so sad
Had the misfortune of having the same tuts as him
the weakest of us,would be helped by the gym
The few baths he took are events so rare
Enough to give anyone a scare.
Moving on to hari,the bulldozer from bombay
The ever studious 10p,sincere all the way
The much deserved transfer,did not elude
the grasp of hari,who was never rude
A master of all games,second to none
If he played aoe,his team always won
Now to Shastri,the man from indore
Had a girl in is heart,and loved her to the core
An emotional chap,as moody as they are
His voice u can hear,from very very far
Jeera rice and dal,nothing else would he eat
A frend finer than u,no where i can meet
Moving on to KK,the god of all things
An athelete,An academic,im sure he also sings
Carrom,TT and swimming,they were all his sport
U will even find him,on the volleyball court
Unmatched was his EG,he was teacher to me
And To him i owe,my grade which was B
And now the eptiome of innocence
But he supports ManU,shows lack of sense
My sidey kushi,the thin boy who's sincere
Fuck u,asshole,bastard,no obscenities here
He's really very quiet,U can barely hear him shout
His biggest achievement,beating maggi in a bout
After we finish with this guy,kushagra,
We move on to lalit,whose home is in agra
This roomie of KK,is a important man of press
of HPC and AHP,no more,and no less
A quiet nature,a simple guy at heart
A really wonderful frend,whish we never part
Maggi's rommie Prakhar,owner of the wing's comp
we all used him room a lot,turned it into a swamp
The Drama man,from HDC,is a really awesome guy
He's cursing his luck to have such a roomie,why, ohWHY?
A social guy from our wing,EG was his game
From orthography to isometry,prakhar is his name
Another guy form HDC,Sardar Yashveer Singh
Dunno much about him,he was never in the wing
A lot of spirit this guy has,this mighty young sardar
Cos of him,at a point of time,the wing was at war
A nice chap he was too,friendly all the while
The way he was,I really must say,he has a lot of style
Rohit and his towel were,inseparable I say
Though I have to tell u now,it looked really gay
the owner of the messiest roomin the wing
Of which,u were,the undisputed king
Always enthued,ever ready for fun
The god of the wing man,u were the one
His roomie,another poet,was prince
From the last day,Havent seen him since
Always soft-spoken,ever polite
Have borrowed his shirt,full sleeved and white
Remember his poems,on the mess notice board
Saw his name there,and my surprise showed
Naresh,quiet,to say the least
not like his sidey,mudit the beast
The wing's supplier of cake for bdays and all
They were really good,and were never small
Although i really loved that cake,
Prashant,Balaji and vivek
3 guys i havent spolen to much
A part of the wing as much
as any of others mentioned above
To develop this fraternal love
(Pls note,i do not mean gay)
Again,Thats all i have to say

Wanna be me?

WARNING: This post is intended to be extremely boring.You are advised to continue with this at ur own discretion.

The question i ask myself at times. Wat do i want? Im happy with my life the way it is.I've been extremely lucky,and never actually wanted anything from life.Yet there remains some dissatisfaction,something i have never been able to put my finger on.Its like reading something out of the jeff archer story "the grass is always greener".Dunno y,but im just not happy with wat i am.I mean,is this true of everyone?Wen u sit down and seriously think about it ull find that u really want nothing.
But there's always something u want,there's something u need.The most irritating part of it is u really dunno wat.
U compare urself to "higher-ups" and "lower-downs".No matter wat, its always the same.There r somethings u want frm every person.This is no question of "the higher they are,the harder htey fall".Its just that u want subconsciously at some level,to be like others.Again,it might be something material,some quality,some character,a prodigous skill they possess,it can be anything and everything.But wen u judge urself, ur happy to be just who u are and with wat u have.Is this some sort of equality measure??
Something i have been pondering for some time now,but i suspect that atleast to me,this will remain one of life's great unanswerable questions.

More on love: By Anon

This is one of my favorite posts on a blog ever. I saw this on someones blog around 2 yrs back and well,copied it onto mine.(Well,that blog is more of a diary and no one reads it anyway).So now,that i publish this publicly,I acknowledge the guy who owns that blog(dunno which one) for this post.Its always been my guiding principle.

Read on!

Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.
Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways.
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry." Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." Not "how could you", but "I understand." Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are".
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.
Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.
How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go.....

Coming soon: The great Murugan scam...here's a sneak preview

Girls r all fine,theyre really divine
but ull never find friendship like mine
it grows and matures,like a bottle of wine
And if u accept my offer,we'll both be fine 3:04 pm

pls don not say goodbye
say hi say hi say hi
We are true freinds,thats not a lie
Why cant we be frends,i say why? 3:01 pm

i just want to be friends with you
im just some guy,out of the blue
Who saw an interesting profile in u
And lets be good freinds,ever so true 3:00 pm

There is no list where u find new friends
Its like a road with a lot of bends
If we fight,we can make amends
Dont reject what god sends

On the bumpy road of life:

Its a long and winding path
With many twists and turns
Filled with joy and happy things
Also with scars and Burns..

The path is made of mud and stones
And goes a long long way
But if u really want to stop
Sorry,no place to stay!

The road goes on, and on and on
Its like there is no end
Just when u think the road is straight,
Behold,u reach a bend

The turns are sharp,they're tough to take
Ur always in second gear
Although its tough to drive this way
There's always lots of beer

------------More stanzas to come here------------

The rain pours down upon this path
The muddy road is wet
Its hard to drive,u really cant see
Tough times begin to set

In this really troubled state
ur car begins to wail
Just wen u think it cant get worse
Oh god,did the engine fail?

The road is now all mud and slush
Ur crawling ur way through
But life's not in anyone's hands but urs
Nobody else u can sue

Life has its ways of giving u straights
where u can reach top speed
But it gives u traffic too
where to god u begin to plead

There is no race,its just a ride
No meaning to it all
Just go on and on and on
till u reach the dreaded wall

The wall of death we call it now
Because we cannot see
Wats beyond,another road?
to know,there u should be

To go to the other side we must
Ride on along this road
But on the way we fear the end
to reach our new abode

So my advice to u is only this
Enjoy the road,enjoy the drive
Dont care wat lies beyond the wall
Just live ur life and stay alive

No matter how many bumps u face
Stay cheerful all the way
And do not fear the journey ahead
Thats all i have to say


Author's note:Relating driving to life is something im doing just cos im takin driving lessons rite now

Let it all out...

Have u ever felt the need to punch someone in the face?To kick someone right down there?Have u ever felt that mad about anything in ur life?So angry that having a bath will not cool u down,that steam is coming out of ur ears,that u feel u want to really really bang ur head against a metal wall??
Well,all u need is to go do these things...All that frustration,that anger bottled up in u can make u one heck of an ass...
It happens quite often to me...
Wen it does,im rude to my frends,to my family,i basically act like a jerk..
I remember playing football once...being denied a goal,and later,wen the other guy continues to cheat,i push his poor innocent teammate hard to the ground and i dont think i ha ve still apologised for that..
Exploring the psyche of the human,its pretty obvious that we want revenge,an unquenchable thirst to kick some ass..an eruption of rage,it really bursts...and then,we feel better..that we have taken our frustration out on someone(innocent or guilty i dont care..)..Its just natural,
Its Physical and its instinctive...My feeling is that this is the toughest instinct to control...And those who do...well,hats off to u...tell me how u do it..
Me,Im just looking for an innocent victim..The hunter is on the prowl,so beware...

Lessons on Love,Lessons on life..

On Love:

One day we ppl were having a discussion abt love...
We heard lots of stuff....
"Its the most beautiful thing on earth"
"Its about giving and taking"
"Its about physical attraction,nothing more"

One thing came close
"If u realise that,there is one person in this world for whom u would do anything" That is love..
Well...I disagree witht that definition...
I believe love is something that only works 2 ways..its ok if ur willing to do anything for that person...
Ask if that person is willing to do anything for u..(Note:Anything does not mean anything stupid)
In my point of view,
Its something that 2 ppl share,a special bond.somthing u know ull cherish forever,something u know is permanent,something u just have a feeling about,something u enjoy.
Love is something that just lets u declare proudly "She is mine"...It is something that makes u say"I miss u" "I care for u" " I understand" "Sorry" "Ur my special someone"
Its something terrific,yet terrible...The pain comes with losing that love,Losing that special bond,losing the one thing that has meant ao much in life...
Losing ur special someone....Not ever hearing again "I love u" "i miss u" "i care"
that is pain beyond description...
My hands at the keyboard cannot type of the horrors of such degree..

On Life:

Wat is life really??
Screw bio definitions..
Life,in my view is a moving vehicle...Nothing more..
To get us through life...We need to move a loong looong way..
They r just steps.staircases...
Where do they lead?? God only knows...Its as unpredicatable as rain
Well,I say life is all about change...Steps we take...
I was talking to someone about change and how life has taken such a different turn..after school..after a year of college...although we may have some long term aims for ourselves...its the little things in life that matter...new friends...new ppl we meet..no things we do...its all about change...how well we face life is how well we adapt to these changes...whether we enjoy them...or whether we dont...whether we look for more change...or prefer to remain stagnant..
Its all about what we want...It all depends on how we look at it...And this,is how i look at it...its really true,that saying..."Theres only thing thats permanent is change..." I would go further so as to say "Change is not only permanent,its wat life is..."
Well,Im someone who likes challenges in life so "Here's to change...the future"

Who is the Hunter??

"Who is the hunter?
A question u may ask
To explain this to u
is a difficult task...

well,Who do u think it is? Is It me? Is it you? Is it all of us?...I think the answer is in the question itself...Who is he?"


These days confusing writing is so much the in thing to do right??
I was going through a college magazine...and wat do i see??Everyone..with confusing stories...some start in the middle...some dont end right...Some think there is a twist which only their elite minds can get....
Well that kinda story sucks...Not even a story...No beginning,No end....and sometimes even no middle...An example?? take the first few lines of this post...
Ppl think its really funky to write something like that...To me.its just plain ol' dumb...
They think they're cool.in a class of their own...whoops,theyre not...
Well...an inconsequential first post...let me end it in my own elusive,incomprehensible style :D

Need an explanation?? Think and tell me wat u feel...I admit im one of these guys....not really proud of it...But well...im in a poetic mood tonight...
"
For riches?For fame?
For love?(nope,thats lame..)
The Love of the Hunt,The thrill of the chase,
The rush of adrenalin,rising to the face;
He stalks alone,the wild beast to be tamed
If he dies doing it,theres only him to be blamed
He accepts his challenge,meets it face to face
This sport requires a lot of grace
The reward is rich,Theres a lot of game
Soon everyone will know his name
But as time fleets past,oh ever so fast
Fate has spoken,the die is cast
The hunter grows weary,he's growing old
He suffers hot summers,and winters in cold
Time weakens his limbs,He's really tired out
Yet never gives up.goes again to the bout
The pain comes daily,both morning and night
He's patiently waiting,never in fright
The feelings,emotions,all are so strong
But really he feels,its gone on too long
Is it time to say bye,farewell to my sport?
And then retire,to my trusty old fort
Where Ill live happy like dog with a bone
But the downside is,i'll be all alone...."