Nandhini speaks

Skeptic

2010-03-13T20:47:00.000+05:30

A superfluous
web, the concerned
mind would
cautiously weave
making her
feel cheap,sick
and deceived

And then the
placid heart would
let her liberate,
from the chaotic
web and level
her drooping gait

Only to confound
the forlorn neurons
in her brain
and help her back
into her helpful self,
(which is being)
confused, yet again.

Malady

2010-02-15T15:37:00.000+05:30

You aid my
quest to solace
by skillfully
executing that
painless slaughter

of a heart
instructed to
incessantly display
a casual smile off
a crimson crayon

Like
the intsense acidity
born of sulphate
and water

carefully revealing
the the brown ring
of ferrous ions

I stop smiling
that painful smile
and sob at ease
only to see you
disappear in a while.

Brittle

2010-01-29T18:04:00.002+05:30

I stand separated
from my only
credible
companion

With a trimmer
entity, they had
planned
my union

An inexplicable
anguish
filled the air

I accept my
fate in deep
despair

and then
my myopic
eyes shone

in contact
with a thin
sheet of concave
silicone.

Lust

2010-01-13T19:36:00.002+05:30

I gazed at the
article's engrossing
sheen
while thumbing
through the
waxy pages
of some arbit
magazine
that celebrated a
forced impregnation;
one of the sorts
to emulate
HIS creation

Wondering why,
to such brutality,
mankind bowed

Pitying the victim,
a Cloud.

Haunted

2009-12-30T12:45:00.002+05:30

I bring the hexagonal
piece of wood
where they shall
hereafter rest.

"Thou shall remain
here forever" I am
forced to jest.

Just when I think
I have rammed
the final nail in vain,

They jump effortlessly
out of the box to
haunt me, yet again.

Those ghosts called
.
.
.
.
.
Memories !

P.S. For a memory that is gonna haunt me in the years to come :P :P

Moksha

2009-12-06T13:07:00.003+05:30

The holy fire
setting my funeral ablaze
Your sacred breath
adding to the craze

I savor the
liberation of my soul
From the extremely
fragile fenced pole

A transformation
occurring in a flash
From merely a cigar
to mighty gray ash

AWESOME TWOSOME

2009-12-06T13:00:00.004+05:30

Him, an epitome of
impeccable might
As mesmerizing at night
as he is through
the day and twilight

I, the blood
nourishing his veins.
Like the brook and soil,
I let him breathe
till I drain.

Together,
we give rides,
profound and long
with bonds
deep and strong.

Him, a mighty bike
and I,
the fuel he likes.

Resounding Quiescence

2009-10-17T21:27:00.001+05:30

I stand hastily
wrapped around
in a filthy garment.
Perhaps it is
adequate; for I
am dormant.

You hesitate
to tread into
my frontier.
What is it in me
that you fear ?

The ruggedness
of my skin
or the sheer
hopelessness of my
ghastly grin ?

Fear not; I am just
a lonely scare crow.
Neither a friend
nor a foe !

Dark depiction

2009-10-03T19:34:00.003+05:30

I decide against the
tints and hues
over speculations of
infinitesimal use.

A sheet of
white with streaks of
black squiggled all over.
There it lies,
the message I intend
to deliver !

Filled with
the aberrant signs
that are strewn,
I end up making
.
.
.
.
A cartoon !

Inspired by: This cartoon

Cartoon courtesy: Srivatsan's blog

The infinite loop

2009-09-28T16:57:00.003+05:30

Inspired by a post in a blog that I happened to read today. I suggest you read that for a better understanding of my post.
Read it here

Inspirations are hard to come by these days and I owe one to Krishnamurthy. If you happen to read this, "Thanks a bunch for stimulating my neurons. They had been very very lazy of late."

So here it goes, my sequel to his post.

I believed that human beings are the result of a similar effort, being created out of primitive creatures, eventually evolving into the current state of intelligence. Today human beings are intelligent enough, not only to exhibit features such as natural language processing, logical reasoning and decision making, learning, and much more; but also make intelligent systems of their own.

Some how this theory makes perfect sense to me. (Another proud computer engineer). So I have worked out something to support Krish and here it goes.

A mere neanderthal (a non intelligent computer)

• to a cave man capable of producing and understanding sounds (that is when natural language processing was embedded )

• to the stone and metal age man who was capable of creating scripts and store them (updated to include the magical ingredient for Knowledge Representation)

• to the first set of civilizations (when man first began to look for *reasons* in order to *stay together*)

• to the robust modern age man (adapting to changes in place, culture, food, and needless to say a trillion other things -> MAchiNe learning :P)

It is not insane to assume that contemporary computer engineers are trying to replicate the process in order to make computers intelligent. (Well of course only under restricted conditions; no one wants a Matrix trilogy on Earth! :-o)

The biologist in me is in no mood to nod. Here is what she asked "What if these had happened by an accidental/deliberate manipulation of the creature's inner stuff by the creature itself ?" (Thanks! You could not have been more confusing :D )

The chemist in me came rushing to her rescue. "It could have also been something like the hyper/hypo secretion of an enzyme or a climatic change or the accidental addition of a certain molecule" (Oh please do not tell me a Computer is going to be intelligent if we bury it deep in the arctic snow with a motherboard made of a different material :D )

Eitherways, I dont have an answer. Do you ?

Disclaimer: Pun Intended !

A big thank you to KV for letting me read his bro's blog :D

A Throb

2009-08-29T20:46:00.001+05:30

My aorta picks up
blood in accord with
the new beat
and the veins are
glad to take the
loop and repeat.

I stand still
wondering if the
feel was pleasant
or a bummer.
.
.
Hey, are you the drummer?

P.S. Ahem ! :P

A rescue

2009-08-22T17:21:00.003+05:30

I watch you
crushing his
helpless throat.
Your vicious eyes
beaming with gloat.

Unruffled, despite
attempting a sin,
you send down
an evil grin.

With his gasps
getting worse
every passing minute,
I couldn't afford to
stand in a mere mute.

I decide to end the row
before you taste his meat.
Sans hesitation, I grab
the keyboard and press
Ctrl+Alt+Delete.

Now that is how I feel every time MS Office 2007 chokes my system x-(

Conflict

2009-07-11T13:39:00.004+05:30

"Smooth it is"

"Spherical in shape"

"It is dense. Feel it"

"They call it LEAD"

SHE
"Yes. Like a seed from the pod"
Agrees with a nod
Feels and seconds what he said
"No, it is PLUMBUM.

Haven t you read?"

Inspired by the leadshots that came flying out of my keyboard slider :P

Classic - 3

2009-07-01T11:20:00.003+05:30

He strums with
incessant passion;

Magnetism and the ciruit
underneath, provide
perfect amplification

Strum stirs the soul !

The physics of music.
.
.
.
Classic.

P.S. A humble tribute to a powerful instrument: The electric guitar.

A note of contradiction

2009-05-14T15:22:00.004+05:30

In reply to a certain comment by muthu

Read the comment here

No matter what

comes down from

my pen;

an elegy or ode;

of loss, betrayal

or a gentle caress.

This is me

I write for pun.

Nothing more

and nothing less

It is not pain that

rules this world.

There is irony,

absurdity and a

dozen other notions

less explored

You write of love

and the pain that follows;

I will stay back

and let my pen present

the deprived with

a deserving halo.

Ah and I know you'll not agree to this.

But this is what I am and will be.

Blood stain

2009-05-06T14:57:00.002+05:30

I had not written anything off late, save reading other blogs and commenting. Been a lifetime since I visited the realm of writing, the Writers Lounge. No excuses for the fault lies with me. I am not completely back to blogosphere yet.

I stare at your

crimson blood still

staining my

guilty palm.

I regret and repent

yet remain in a

ghastly calm.

In a moment or two

I shall wash you

off my hand.

You will fade away

leaving behind the

blood strand.

I remember you

never had issues

with me

yet I crushed, pounded

and eventually

killed you, Mehendi.

Love you

2009-04-10T17:44:00.003+05:30

I hold your hands,

feel your warmth and

long for your smile.

You turn away and remain

unusually silent for a while.

I caress your forehead

and kiss your cheek.

You refuse to come

out of your world,

making me feel meek.

I try again to prove

that my love is true.

Still, you ignore me,

suck your thumb

and say gaa gaa goo goo

P.S. Dedicated to a two year old nephew of mine

Combat

2009-04-08T16:26:00.000+05:30

I watch you

breaching silently

into our territory.

Annoyed, I over whelm

with relentless fury.

You defile the

pathway into my

prodigious kingdom.

I devise a plan

of attack at random.

My allies inside

appreciate the

startling wisdom

You are to be defeated

at once for I am against

appease

and my allies will

now storm out in the

form of a SNEEZE

I --> air trying to get inside the nostrils

You --> dust in nostrils

N.B. When particles of dust irritate the nasal mucosa they are thrown away by convulsive expulsion of air from the lungs.

Memory lost

2009-04-02T15:34:00.000+05:30

I stand behind a pretty

mother preaching her son of

the right and wrong.

A lose hair from her

careless bun takes

my rimless glasses along

In an attempt to avoid

the free fall of my

ever reliable ally,

I place my shoe on her

naked foot.Unintentionally.

She lets out a cry.

Flattened spheres of gray

plastic on my ears confine my

audibility.Confused, I smile.

It is such a pleasure to

"people watch" in the

peak hour rush.

But then a sense of

untold fear creeps and

I stand hushed.

Left the purse back

home and here comes the

collector. Time to blush.

Consonance

2009-03-21T20:14:00.001+05:30

I open you and
pick one of the
several seeds inside.
First one rolls.
I bethink of a bygone
memory brushed aside.

By the time the
flavor of the second
fills my heart.
I behold the image
beloved friend
now miles apart.

Midway through the
third, I realize that
my cheeks are drenched.
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched.

Exhausted with the
gush of fervor and remorse,
a sequel of your rhythmic course,
I close you with a sigh.
.
.
My Pod and I.

Golly am amazed at Apple's naming skills ;)

Genesis

2009-03-19T13:52:00.000+05:30

Beside you
stood the tomb
painted pearl white,
concealing the
reddish thromb.

I pine for your
ever credible
resurrection.

But you still
appear dormant.
A rejection.

Days pass and you
eventually emerge,
placid and aplomb.

Only a tooth!

Wisdom
still buried deep
inside the catacomb.

Apathy

2009-03-18T17:07:00.000+05:30

"Thats it we'll break
up." My mobile beeps
with your message.
I wonder if it were
the beginning of agony
or the end of a rage.

My fingers are numb.
I turn insensitive from
my wrist to thumb.
Still,
"Oh yeah am glad !"
I snap you mum.

Blood travelling through
the seemingly green
veins, I still see.
Not wasting a minute
I grab the remote
and turn off the AC.

Bizzare betrayal

2009-03-13T11:43:00.000+05:30

"Not again !", I

hear you screaming.

Still I neglect. My

attitude beaming.

I feel his intense

chill filling my ever

longing lips

He melts in my

warmth and the

pleasure I would

never skip.

"Enough of it !" I

hear you whine,

"I will be punished

For no fault of

mine".

My love is blind.

But now I repent in dismay.

I have sinned again for

its you I have betrayed.

"I swear you, my NOSE,

I will recover from the

addiction towards him,

the ICE CREAM, for he

is the cause of your grim"

P.S. My nose suffers from a block every time I eat ice cream :(

Obsolescence

2009-02-28T14:58:00.000+05:30

I relish your sad state
sitting by the window seat.
They reckon you are
meeker than a dog
in the street.

"Take me home", you beg
to every one you see.
Yet no one listens
to your egoistic plea.

Long ago you giggled
at their fate.
Now you repent
but it is too late.

Once you made
them cut throats
of innocents to get you
and now they
call you "An
obsolete rupee note"
of no use.

Unsought destiny

2009-02-16T11:33:00.000+05:30

I think of the days
we had spent together
in the penthouse from
where we had touched the
sparrow's feathers.

HE, the devil had
parted us by force
our life was no more
the way we chose.

One of you was
butchered thrashed
and crushed
while the other was
heated alive till dead.

Now I will have to
grow again
and watch my residents
suffer in pain.

They would be crushed
like you to form the flour
and would be heated till
they pop out of the door.

We are destined
to be torn
for we are just
meek sweet corns.

Survival strategy

2009-02-11T16:11:00.000+05:30

You should betray

or bribe to strive.

You need to adapt

so as to survive.

It is mandatory to

fake your profile

for it is futile being

skilled and agile.

Murder, deceive,

beg, buff and flirt.

These glitters would

cover the filth and dirt.

Darwin's findings

are now weary.

It is high time we

change the theory.

"The world is

only for the cunning "

since the fittest are

still running.

Absurd apprehension

2009-02-04T14:18:00.005+05:30

You up root them
one by one.
Afraid, I ask "What
have you done? "

"They will grow back
dear." you say.
Still apprehensive,
I don't give away.

You persuade me
to try it out.
You bring your tool
near and I shout.

Can such a process cause
some one so much fear?
Doubtless! It can
move me into tears.

Despite your assurance
that they would
grow again,
your attempts to make
me prune my eyebrows
will only end in vain.

I still don't understand why the sight of some one threading their brows causes so much fear in me.

Morning, noon and night - part 1

2009-02-03T21:08:00.001+05:30

"Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?
Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?"

Mum gets irritated every time she listens to Bon Jovi from my mobile. Not that she is against me listening to western music just that it is because that Bon Jovi wakes her up at 6 every morning when he is actually devised to wake ME. I wake up and turn him off as soon as possible before mum threatens to play suprabatham* at 5 A.M tomorrow.

It was time to send a "Good morning darling. Wake up" to Sugan, my school mate who lives on the opposite end of my area. Since she was now home for her so called "MBA research" we walk together in the morning. She was to walk down from her end till the nearby university where my papa works and myself from my end up till the university campus so that we meet and walk for a while inside the staff quarters before returning home. Message sent.

I brushed and freshened up ready to leave when the mobile beeped. Guessing that it must have been another forward by some early bird I was shocked to see that it was from krithi, one hell of a lazy dear, my college mate. Bad day for her. Another forward that read "sweet lines" followed by some blah blah mushy message which I did not find to be sweet. Regretting my hopeless emotional quotient I started to walk. Sugan hadn't yet replied, not even a missed call. Perhaps she ain't out of her cozy bed I thought. Decided to give her a "Be there tomorrow at least idiot" message as soon as I came back home.

I reached the main road in a couple of minutes. The road ends in Maruthamlai the sacred hill near by. The walk is always pleasant. The road was not particularly buzzing with activity since it was a Sunday ( would have been the same even other wise since ours is the farthermost suburb of coimbatore, a majority of occupants being retired couples, families of the staff of the university I referred to earlier and quite a few locals besides lots of street dogs).

After exchanging pleasantries with my high school principal and mentor, Father Francis who lived along with the other members of the CMI society at the hostel near the chapel inside the school premises I stopped to greet Rukmani amma. She was glad to see me. "Vaa kannu. Walking ah?" (Good to see you dear. On a walk eh? ), the question she invariably asks every day to which I replied "aamanga patti. varein" (Yes granny. Ciao). She cuts grass for her goats every morning. Rukmani amma, now well above 60 years of age was one of the construction workers who had worked for building our home 19 years ago. I had known her ever since.

I reached the university. It was time to make a decision. I should either take a right turn into the staff quarters or the left into the university campus. It was a dilemma between catching a glimpse of a flock of gorgeous peacocks inside the quarters or a gang of charming pagal-guy-junta* playing soccer at the stadium inside the campus. In no mood to enjoy mother nature's beauty I took the left with the hopes of starting the day with a bright sight. Sheer bad luck! There was no one at the stadium.

I started walking back when I heard the sacred hymns from the Ayyapa* temple. It would be Prasada* time once the chanting gets over. Prasada is a delicious sweet made of jaggery and rice. I regretted for not having taken a bath. Ayyappa would certainly not be happy with me if I taste the prasada sans bathing. Let go!

I reached home. Sent the message i had thought of sending Sugan once I reach home.

I felt a hard pat on my shoulder. It was mum. She said something. I was not able to hear. I rubbed my eyes. She repeated,

"Sugan just called to the land line. Seems your bloody mobile is out of battery. She had tried it. She is back home after the walk and asked you to be there tomorrow at least."

Oh God! Mobile switched off-> no alarm->I have just woke up. The day had just begun sans walking. No battery in the mobile and no power at home.

Awesome !

Stay tuned for the rest of the day's activity.

suprabatham* - A holy Hindu hymn usually sung or played early in the morning.
pagal-guy-junta* - Do I have to say it refers to the MBA students :P
Ayyappa - A Hindu God
Prasada - Sacred snack distributed in Hindu temples after an auspicious ritual in the morning and evening.

N.B. My first attempt in writing something other than poetry. Looking forward to the feedback.

morning, noon and night - part 2

2009-02-03T21:07:00.001+05:30

Enough damage to the day already being done I had no particular interest in looking forward to the weekend and besides I was darn sure I would come across other reasons to justify my statement. I got out of the bed sluggishly and folded my bed sheet. Time to brush. My search for the brush in the box ended in vain. I had left my brush upstairs yesterday. It might or might not interest you to know that I have a peculiar habit of brushing upstairs listening to my music player connected to the surround system if am not too late from the walk. I had been early yesterday so the brush was now upstairs. Hating myself for bring early from walk yesterday I climbed the stairs and brushed.

It was 8 A.M. by the time I finished brushing and I could smell mum making potato curry. My mood shifted from bad to worse. Again it is not because that I hate potato curry but that potato curry means it is chapati* for breakfast and obviously the rolling work for me. Another reason to justify that my weekend was not going to be real terrific. To hell with it!

It was time for a shower after rolling out chapatis. My misfortune was not ready to leave me alone even inside the bathroom. I forgot to turn the geyser on and ended up drenched in cold water. All right am not complaining anymore. I was ready to taste mum's potato curry when I heard my granny calling out "kaki ki annam pettava ne?" (Have you fed the crows?). My orthodox family members (or at least my mum and granny) are very particular about feeding the crows before having food in the morning. It is a common belief that our forefathers come back to our home in the form of crows. What ever ! Mum had made rice for grand pa and granny had already filled a small bowl with the rice and asked me to leave it on the terrace.

The clock struck 10 by the time I finished my breakfast. Only then did it strike me that I had to return Robin Cook's "The forgeing body" to the lending library. The incharge had called me yesterday to remind me that the due date had passed. So I took to the bus stand and got into a bus. The library was a half an hour ride from my place. I searched my handbag for the music player only to remember that I had left it back at the office yesterday. No other way to pass the time I decided to start with my so called "Rush hour ramblings" (A term I use to refer to poems I write while traveling in the rush hours) despite the fact that there was no real rush that day.

You seem to enjoy

the shades of blue

As I gently make

a mark on you - he said

your marks stick

on me like glue

for I know your

love is so true - she said

She a paper and he

a mighty pen

I know well that

I have fooled you again ;)

Phew! Done! I was sure that I could call it a day now.

I got down from the bus and reached the destination only to find that the library was closed. Damn my memory it was a Sunday wasn't it? Scorching sun was eating away the 1 milligram brain left inside my skull besindes drinking my cerebro-spinal fluid. I took the bus back to my place and started to "People watch" since this one was comparatively crowded and I was not able to get back to my rambling because I was standing.

I was completely exhausted when I reached home. Lunch time and I thoroughly enjoyed mum's Brinjal gravy with rice. Dad was home and was watching the Australia Vs Newzealand ODI and I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of darling Ross Taylor having a nice time at the crease. Good for him!

I thought the day was to end in a pleasant manner but little did I know that the worst was yet to happen.

Part 3 coming soon :)

Morning, noon and night - part 3

2009-02-03T21:03:00.000+05:30

After drooling over Ross for sometime I went upstairs and logged into orkut. It had been a long time since I visited my home community in orkut, the "Allari Pillalam" (translates to "mischievous gang") community. It was here that I had learned to speak pure Telugu and so I owe a lot to its members. The community seemed inactive. I felt cursed.

It was 3.30 and the long awaited Man Vs Bull fight was well under way. (For those who cannot relate this to the Roger Vs Rafael Australian open finals am so sorry for your bad knowledge of tennis). I have a superstition. Every time I had watched Roger play a grand slam final he had lost it. Well, Roger had won US Open 2008 lately and I hadn't watched it since the cable operator had dumped us. Having this in mind I decided to follow the scores in the Australian open website rather than joining dad and bro who were watching downstairs. The match was balanced at 1 set each. I just could not resist and went down to see the rest of the match. As misfortune would have it Roger lost set 3.

Unable to watch any further I came back and logged into gtalk. Roger somehow managed to hold set 4 but it was cake walk for Rafael in set 5. Roger needs to come out of this "Rafa" factor if he has any hope left for reaching Pete's heights. Enough of tennis. The worst of the times had just begun. It was time to answer all bull fans. Suraj and Ram in particular and both were online.

Suraj had shown some chivalry and I highly appreciate him for not being harsh.

suraj: watchn rt???

nandhini: u bet

suraj: :P

wat to

bet

watch d last game

nandhini: :P

suraj: countdown starts

nandhini: hush ;)

suraj : 30-0

2 more minutes

1 min 45 sec

*(Roger did manage a deuce but it was Rafael's day)*

suraj: AUS OPEN 2009 CHAMP!!!!

who? roger??

nandhini: to hell with it :P

buzz off :P

All right, coming back to the bull fans. It was just this from Suraj with some more evil laughters and stuff. Thank God he did not make me feel real bad. I was so sorry I had asked him to buzz off. (He dint actually do that though :P )

It was an altogether different story with Ram, my college mate and a Rafael die hard. I am not sure which of his message made me feel pissed off initially and I had reacted in a really bad manner. But it was not nice of him to ask if Roger had won 6 Grand slams when he was 22. He shouldn't have asked such a question and certainly not to me. Again the same buzz off which he quite did. Fuel added to the already burning relation. Who cares? :P ANYTHING FOR ROGER ;) (Sorry though Ram if you happen to read this.)

Fed up with answering the bull fans I logged off and came downstairs to watch Ian Wright show in Travel and Living. I felt relieved. The day was about to end when my bro came home with an evil grin. I regretted for having teased him when Ana Ivanovic had dropped out earlier. Forgetting everything I decided to send "Good Night" messages to every one and retire to bed. The messages were getting unusually late to be sent and I flipped my phone close to go and wish granny good night.

I came back to see how many "Good night" wishes I had got in reply when disaster struck. It was the 1 st of February and my message booster had expired on the 31st of January. Had my mobile been alive this morning and had I sent a "Good morning" to Sugan alone I would have refrained myself from sending group messages. 15 INR wasted on sending messages. Icing on my super disastrous Sunday cake done.

I retired to bed with dreams of a better TOMORROW.

Benevolence bygone

2009-02-03T17:18:00.001+05:30

She stood by the way

savoring the wind.

She was pretty

yet brown skinned.

Her voice a

meeky screech

and her legs,

fragile sticks each

and there was

some thing odd.

She was sans clothing

stark-naked

Oh God!

Why was she bare

despite her friends

weaving?

We live in a land

of benevolence or so

I was beleiving !?

Fly far away,

Oh my dear MYNAH.

This world is certainly

not your savannah.

An inspirational sacrifice

2009-01-29T20:37:00.000+05:30

He was ushered into the
desolate domicile and
placed on the altar
I took a peep
ceasing the chat
with my lodestar

He laid still with
his upside down
his 8 pack abdomen in
diverse shades of brown

His body was torn
apart with ease
I wonder if his
soul had rested
in peace

The sinner stood
sans guilt
for his poach
As I paid my tribute
to the martyr
a Mr.Cockroach

For he had played a part
in making me wise
and I was INSPIRED
by his sacrifice

N.B. A tribute to the cockroach that was dissected 7 years ago in my skoolz biology lab for the sake of our studies

Sinned

2009-01-17T20:39:00.000+05:30

Memories swirled in
my mind
how i had been
a part of all this
from behind

Yes,
I had brought her in
Now she suffers
I had committed a sin

Oh god ! She was
stripped naked
all her parts were
tormented !

Ultimately
she was drowned
and there ended
the hound

Tears rolled down
my cheeks, I was the
culprit in my opinion
guilty to the core
.
.
.
.
.

"Hush girl !"
My conscience intervened
"That is just an ONION
you got from the store"

Anomaly

2009-01-13T20:51:00.000+05:30

When I say
hues of gold and
pinkish flower beds
are not as appealing as
the gloomiest of grays
or bloodiest of reds

and that
the humming of engines
at a race reminds again
of adrenalin
traveling as well
through MY veins

and when I consider
a few moments of
lighter bites
over sleepless nights
of useless fights

You have every right
to taunt,
tease
or blame
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
But am proud
for not being
yet another DAME!

I swear - our first song (sample)

2008-12-20T19:43:00.006+05:30

Hey buddies ;)
I am now a part of a band called PRISTINE
This is a sample of our first track
This is a raw sample please bear with the recording quality ;)

Am looking forward for your feedback :)

DROPPED !

2008-12-18T15:52:00.004+05:30

I stood at the lane
by the pond
with an ice cream cone
Britney started singing
in my headphones

She was with him
when i reached.
Their privacy,
I hadbreached

"I think I did it again.
I made you believe
We're more than just friends."

I was sure
they were into the game
The passion, if real
would have put
the best of lovers to shame

"O BabyIt might seem like crush
But it doesnt mean
That am serious"
I was about to start
with the thought lingering
Again, Britney
had started singing

"Oops i did it again to your heart! "

Sometime later,
she broke the bond and joined
thousands of her kind
in the pond

broken was the
bond of beleif
and the DEW DROP
had ditched
the LOTUS LEAF

I penned an elegy

2008-12-11T17:04:00.001+05:30

I watched
helplessly
as the healer
tried to
cure him

He who
made a
poetess
out of a mess

He who taught me
to fight with
the shield and a sword
a shield of ink and
a sword of words

Now he lay
his chances dim,
He who was once
so sound and grim

A strike of sorrow
did creep
and a tear or
two did peep

He was a friend
a friend so great
He was a PEN
My soul mate

Discrete Diwali

2008-10-26T15:35:00.000+05:30

A careful combination
of the ingredients
fell into hands
that crafted with
elegance,

Stuffed
.
.
.
Rolled
.
.
.
Sealed
.
.
And finished
with a topping.

Thousands of them
they made,
For making these
crackers,
they were paid.

Finally the moment
arrived,
with the allowance
in hand
they took to their heels
For this was to be a
day with three meals.

Crackers are made in a Tamil city called Sivakasi. A sad yet true fact is that this industry hosts the greatest number of child laborers in Tamilnadu who earn a meager amount by rolling the gunpowder into crackers and the only part on the year they are paid well is during Diwali.

Fairy in Disguise

2008-10-23T07:26:00.000+05:30

On
Yet another
rainy night
I walked through
muddy streets
sans light

Thunder lord
sent his brigade
Then, you were
my sole comrade

And the wind blew
with all its might
Afraid,
I held you tight

You stopped the
rains from drenching
my torso
And stood
by my side wherso

For me,
you were the
fairy from Cinderella
But people say
you are just
an umbrella

Skilled yet killed

2008-10-17T17:44:00.001+05:30

Standing by the
side of the road
I was awe struck
at the way you rode

Handling the throttle,
break and lights
with indomitable
elegance and might

Wondering at the
skills you stage
My routine has
seldom changed

But yoou pass me by
considering me a menace
Always with a
grin of ignorance

Look out!
.
.
.
Smash!
.
.
.
.
Thud!
.
.

Oh my dear!
Perhaps you should
have read me,
the sign board,
I was no menace
but was your hoard,
For this was what i bore

Drinking kills
Driving skills

Be it a bacardi blast
or a tequila shot
The sign holds still!

Dad's boot

2008-10-12T10:29:00.000+05:30

One, tip toed
into the corridor
and lifted,
while the other
had inherited.

One glad with
the achievement
The other sobbing
over the pavement

One tumbling to walk
with the new loot
The other in
an inevitable mute
Both,
too young for
dad's boots

One tried out of
curiosity
The other
on account of
food scarcity!

Dedicated to all young foots inside their respective dads' boots, instead of their own.

Replica

2008-09-26T16:37:00.000+05:30

I watched
helplessly,
something
penetrating deep
into my body

It sucked all the
gore. I cried in pain
After a while
it sent the gore
back into the vein

I was told
it would make me
feel better
But
With blood
absorbed and imbued
I probe it bitter

A REPLICA of a
creation of
the Almighty's
And they call
it,
A dialysis

Comrade with a difference

2008-09-23T15:29:00.000+05:30

Right from the moment
I arrived in, I had
set my eyes on him
He was perfect,
stayed near the window
neat and prim

He was only a
few yards away
and only an old lady
was in between
I wondered how long
she was to stay

At the next station
she left
raising her eyebrow
I was tickled at the
very thought that
he was all mine now

A few stations
had passed
and mine was next
bidding adieu
so much gloomy
that I almost wept

Still I had to go
since SITTING
beyond my station
in a suburban train
will lead to nothing
but mere frustration

By now,
someone would have
taken him, it rather
HE is a seat near
the window, about
whom, only I bother

For all the "My dear window seat" maniacs

Of open temples and unseen idols

2008-09-22T18:51:00.000+05:30

They invited
at least a hundred
stares
for their
striking skin tone
and blond hair

Their eyes gleaming
with awe
at the sculptures
and the magnificent
Indian architecture.

The hearts filled
with joy to see
the legendary goddess
came to a stand still
at the thought of
the long awaited moment
now becoming abyss

Since a note
mounted on the wall
read
"Only Hindus
are allowed beyond
this level"

Racism with
a difference?
Or perhaps
revenge for the
unforgettable arrogance?

I happened to see the temple authorities at the Madurai Meenakshi Temple denying darshan to a group of foreigners (of course whites as they prefer calling them) since only Hindus were allowed the darshan of the chief god and goddess.I strongly believe such an act is to be condemned at any cost. How ever they were allowed to see the other parts of the temple. "Unforgettable arrogance" here means the English reign in India.

Pony tail

2008-09-01T20:13:00.000+05:30

Ages since
i felt your
the gentle kiss
and the
passionate stroke,
it was a bliss

Now,
you are here
I am feeling
at ease
Savoring your subtle
touch
as and when
I please

I was longing
for this
very moment
You had gone
far, leaving me
to lament

you turned into
a plat and moved
down, leaving
just a trail

doing so,
you had always
made me wail!

Thus said my neck
to the pony tail!

Prisoner of war

2008-08-23T20:20:00.002+05:30

Eventually, they put an end
to their sleepless nights
They called it freedom, and
I was denied the rights

The right to go to school
holding HIS finger tight
The right to cuddle in HER
lap on a Saturday night

I am a Scape goat
Lying on the altar
That is what it feels like
To be a prisoner of this war

A war sans weapons
A war sans blood shed
Just a war of words
That leaves me dead!

Absolute

2008-08-21T19:44:00.002+05:30

Pearls of salted
water drenching
my body
I repent

A chill striking
my spine at the
same instant
I relish

A heart
repenting the
heedless
action

and a mind
savoring the
hidden
fruition

Ah! Leading to
an Absolution!

Similarity is no sin

2008-08-02T19:20:00.000+05:30

Two similar parts
passionately bounded
into one
Ruining away
the probability
of a son!

It was HE
who made this
happen
thereby
her sin
was none!

A mere
acquaintance!
Change of one
chromosome seldom
makes much difference

Stop female infanticide!

N.B. Females have XX chromosomes i.e. 2 similar parts and males have XY chromosomes i.e. 2 dissimilar parts.

Am Tagged! yay! ;)

2008-07-30T19:50:00.006+05:30

Well my first tag :D from Sid ;)
Thanx buddy :P

8 things i am passionate about

My family (wins hands down!) - muah mom, dad n srini :)

My poetry

My Cursive handwriting!

My stamps

My letters - i mean letters i get!(or perhaps got! no one writes to me these days :( )

My books

Genetic Algorithms

ESPN STAR!

8 things i wanna do before i die

Travel to Angkor Wat - Cambodia

Visit the Mohenjodaro remains!

Try taming a dog! :(

Meet Steve Waugh

Meet Harsha Bhogle

Meet Wasim Akram

Wish all my friends a Happy B'day atleast once exactly on their B'day :-| - I SELDOM DO THAT :(

Publish a book :)

8 things i often say

Oh cumon!

Ought to!

Wat da heck are u doin?

Goyyala ;) (ahemm i cannot say u wat dis means :P )

Dhoda ;) (ah..e..mm ah..e..mm)

Where are my spectacles?

Thanx a ton!

Ennadhu sinnapullathanamalla irukku :-o : A popular tamil comedy dialogue which means, cumon behave like a grown up n stop kiddin ;)

8 books i always love reading again and again

Harry potter and the Half blood Prince

Sands of time by Sidney Sheldon

Leadership wisdom by Robim Sharma

Nothing Lasts forever by Sidney Sheldon

Angels and Demons by Dan Brown

Wings of fire by APJ Abdul Kalam

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens ;)

And yeah Robinson Crusoe :P

8 songs i love

Mama Africa - Akon

Black or White - MJ

Powerless - Nelly Furtado

Addicted - Enrique Iglesias

To love a woman - Enrique Iglesias and Lionel Richie

Aadat - Atif Aslam

Vellai pookal ulagam endrum malarave - A. R. Rehman

Kadavul Ullame - Uma Ramanan

Nd i tag

Bob

Madhav Sir

Mahesh

Muthu

(Sry culdnt find more! ) :(

The cell named orphan!

2008-07-27T21:02:00.001+05:30

At last
My diligence paid,
As I
Passed the peril,
Inside which
you were laid

The SPERM

I lay here
Pining your arrival
And
your advent denotes
my survival

The OVUM

Eventually
fusion is
done
And the two cells
become one

The ZYGOTE

Alike others
nurtured in the womb
for the same span
but
thrown into the
trash can

The ORPHAN!

Condemning parents(?) disowning the new born rather than aborting at an earlier stage

CLASSIC

2008-07-22T20:04:00.000+05:30

Stumbled inside
the barriers,
toiled until it
left the carriers

Now,

Endurance rewarded
and it saves lives
Cures ailments, sans
blood and knives

Light
turned
.
.
.
LASER

CLASSIC

P.S. Barriers refer to the two mirrors used in the production of laser and carrier to the medium in which laser is produced before being let out [:)]

D(R)ESERVED!

2008-07-20T19:06:00.001+05:30

Neither do i drink elixir
and breathe neon
Nor did God gift me
with additional neurons

Didn't your genes bear
the literacy that mine did?
Then why is it that
I am being forbid?

We went to school
dressed in similar skirts
but, you have no clue
how much it hurts

When I deserve it
more than you do
and they say they
have it RESERVED for you!

P.S. No offense meant to the deserving candidates of reservation. This poem is for people who have been well educated for generations but still make use of the reservations!

Bloody betrayal

2008-07-03T14:22:00.004+05:30

His ghostly eyes
denying solace
Sucking life out
in a slow pace

Teeth of betrayal
piercing my pelt
Despite the tremors
pleading, i knelt

No heads tilt
No blood spilt
Yet
I savored in silence
The vampire kiss

maRRiage and buRial

2008-06-29T17:59:00.000+05:30

Auspicious unison
of two souls
Where joy is felt
two folds

maRRiage

A heavenly journey
to be traveled alone
Adieu of sorrow
a reason to mourn

buRial

Admiration!
that maRRiage has two
and buRial has one
R

Stringed stories!

2008-06-14T21:18:00.002+05:30

Lucid depictions of
mythological personage
Enlivened narrations
from behind the stage!
.
.
Where even knights fought
fastened by a lace
Cardboard and fabrics
were crafted to such grace!
.
.
Now that they
remain virtual
And to catch a glimpse
into the web we dwell!
.
.
.
The Puppet shows!

Challenged!

2008-06-10T15:46:00.000+05:30

His elegant fingers
enacted the answer
My eyes showed
zest,it was clear

Speaking a different tongue
this was how i managed
Gifted with speech
yet orally challenged!

Proud

2008-06-08T15:05:00.001+05:30

Dad is proud
When he withdraws
And I fill the last word across
In the crossword!

LUV U DAD!

Choice

2008-06-08T11:54:00.000+05:30

Knowledge thirst?
Hunger strikes harder
Abandoning books
Triggers I pull!

For the child terrorists!

Blooming bud

2008-06-07T14:41:00.000+05:30

Easing out of this
trauma virulent
Bestowed into me
by a heedless parent

I try to STRIVE!

Fighting the woes
as a solitary knight
I visualize my
future unfolding bright

I still SURVIVE!

Craving to be an
efflorescent bud
No matter if HIV
is in my blood

I shall REVIVE!

CONVERGED

2008-06-05T14:17:00.005+05:30

Brand new world

Peculiar Faces

Timidness untold

BLINKED!

Then the day came

We shook hands

All were the same

SMILED!

Scary superiors

Failing tongue

I did feel inferior

RAGGED!

Lamenting season

Broken hearts

Without any reason

CRIED!

Not a tower of sand

Delicate friendships

Staying hand in hand

TOURED!

Moments of joy

Odes of tear

For the girl and the boy

DEPARTED!

But just a small

World this is

No gate and no wall

CONVERGED!

WIND

2008-06-05T13:26:00.001+05:30

Desperate attempts
to make it fly
End in vain
again I sigh

Fighting the wind
like I fight Math
The kite goes up, but is
butchered by wind's wrath

You stand there wiping
my tears as they roll by
Assuring that u shall be
the wind and let my kite fly

Now i know my friend
you have kept the promise
It is you holding my kite
in the sky, post your demise

P.S. ASWATH this is again for you!

Frenzied Fantasy

2008-06-03T21:11:00.000+05:30

Aspirations I have
To fabricate with zeal
A better tomorrow, and
have mysteries unveiled

I shall groom the system
That convicts the sinless
And protect the legacy
Suing the shameless

No fake promises
I shall make
And mint will fail
For i am awake

I shall take a chance
Bail me out of these woes
I am another Lincoln
But still mending shoes

Kudos Muthu

2008-05-28T11:32:00.002+05:30

Hey this one z too gud Muthu though i read t twice to get wat u meant :)
And friends muthu did this on the spot when i gave him the topic BOOKS!

Antonymous actions

2008-05-27T16:11:00.001+05:30

Slender torso
Detecting tense
Glorious pelt
Claiming cognizance

Our hands stay
contiguous in prayer
Beholding your inscription
on a stone layer

But when you are
spotted sentient
You are handled with
a rod and let to lament

Not that we are indignant
to slay you as a gang
That is because
you have a FANG!!!!

Nd i was talking about a SNAKE[:D]

Discrimination

2008-05-26T20:59:00.000+05:30

Diverse delicacies
Scattered on the table
Futile!
Carcinoma gnawing
End of the fable

CURSED!

A pot of gruel
Four pairs of hands
Heavenly!
Somber hut
Peace lands

BLESSED!

U Act and I react

2008-05-25T20:08:00.000+05:30

It spins around
for a while
To stop it your weapon
moves in style

I SMILE

This time it does
not touch the ground
Unfortunately you
miss it around

I SIGH

And finally it has
made the way through
You depart in despair
Leaving the rest to the crew

I CRY

Just a thought of a batsman playing Spin, missing a Full toss and getting bowled out with a yorker
Perhaps putting ROSS TAYLOR in place

DID U DEPART?

2008-05-24T21:01:00.002+05:30

There you lay immobile
leaving desires unfilled
Deserting the hearts, which
still deny that you are killed

But why should i savor
all the despair and agony
For i can still feel your
immortal hands pulling my pony

Dedicated to my dear friend Aswath who passed away last nite.

FROM MAN TO HUMAN

2008-05-23T16:10:00.000+05:30

Horcruxes are receptacles in which a malicious wizard has hidden parts of his soul and the wizard can be destroyed only when the horcruxes are destroyed. Here man is the wizard and the receptacles are the seven deadly sins.

Knocking the kid with the car
Life dripping through his vein
Vanished! His LUST for alcohol
The drink had made him insane

Glued to the box of chocolates
He couldn't deny the GLUTTONY
But struck at the sight of the slum
He decided to feed the needy

His GREED for money would be served
If he helped the developers to clean the mess
But the drop of his humanity settled to
Rather help the shelter less

No more fingers picking papers
If no papers on the road
He killed his SLOTH to help them
Now their rears carry book load

Fiercely he walked out with the ball
That had broke his window and a tile
But the WRATH disappeared
on seeing the innocent smile

Unable to beat his foe
He sat gloomy and helpless
All his ENVY faded
When his foe was generous

They recognized his work
And no wonder PRIDE abide
Pride turned to modesty
On seeing an unapproved beside

Thus he destroyed the horcruxes
To be as virtuous as he can
And realized that this is
When a man turns HUMAN

THE POLISH CHROINCLE

2008-05-18T19:29:00.003+05:30

I am
indeed
omnipresent

To serve your
savior i was
sent

Am inside
the hindu
tent

Am wid the people
of the cross and the
cresent

Am the source
of living for
the poor

And for the rich
am just a
cover

For the branded
saviors of their
feet

Tender fingers
user me to serve
them in the street

I had helped
those tender fingers
better i wish

Alas am helpless
being just
a BOOT POLISH

TANJORE UNLEASHED

2008-05-18T09:42:00.006+05:30

This is not gonna be a story covering the well known facts about Tanjore like the architectural marvel at the Brahaedeshwara temple and the view tower at Tanjore PALACE(?!?!?). (Don't ever wonder why those confusions are for. U can very well understand why the confusion arose when u personally visit the tanjore palace.)
All am gonna try do here is tell you some quick facts that have never been as popular as the Temple and the palace yet really fascinating or rather i should say i was DUMB STRUCK at some of them. I can group them as "FOUR FACTS U NEVER KNEW ABOUT TANJORE" better.;)

CHOLA REIGN ENDING WITH A MARATHA WARRIOR

"Raja Raja Chola"

This name is inevitable when there is a reference to Tanjore. But i was awe struck to hear that the last dominant ruler of Tanjore (1798-1832) hailed from Maharashtra. When the history books (as far as Mr. Joseph had taught me) did not refer about any ruler conquering Tanjore at that period, i dug a little deep into da library to know that King Serfoji (popularly King Saraboji) was adopted by the then tamil ruler and hence started the marati reign. Even more astonishing fact was that the king had a flair for collecting various art forms and literatures that i was taken aback looking at his collection at the museum.

Some of those that became a part of ma poor memory include

Self descriptively painted rig veda

Ramayan in pictures ( Wonder how they managed to sneak in each of the Kanda (parts) into an approximately 4" X 10 " sheets. However the Sundara Kanda was missing :-o)

And the largest collection of print material any king could have owned.(Also he owned a printing press of his own it seems.)

All of us can really be proud of the fact that King Serfoji was indomitably intelligent!!And am really sorry that am not able to show you photographic evidences since i wasn't allowed to take one :(.

DIVIDE AND TILE :-o

One of the reasons am writing this over here is to just bring out how the indomitable spirit of trying something new without proper knowledge turns out to be utter foolishness (pardon ma language culdn't help it).
I just could not stop wondering looking at the dividers.(Of course the ones on the ROAD from Brahadeeshwara temple to the bus stand). Why would one ever waste so much money in tiling the dividers when the platform for walking is all worn out??

SERFOJI'S SUBWAY

Did you ever know that the tanjore hosts one of the world ancient and architectuarlly rich subways???
Neither did I! :-o. Imagine the platforms that were originally used to connect the various parts of the palace now being swarmed with auto rickshaws and taxis??? (If u think i have a bad sense of humor then am sorry i never meant to be humorous over here!!)

SOUTH INDIAN CULTURAL ZONE

If u think this is yet another piece of paragraph to nick tanjore, Nay u r wrong!!! Indeed there is a South Indian cultural zone developed at the outskirts of the city where they teach kids, the ancient art forms and dance forms of south India FOR FREE!!! There is a workshop for sculpture making as well. The art gallery over here hosts hundreds of samples of various forms of arts from typical Tanjore Paintings to Modern arts, from structured idols to freestyle sculptures apart from others. The most precious of these is the Tanjore painting that is embedded with Original Diamonds and semi precious stones. (And no wonder they dont let us see that ;) )

These facts may
or may not be

interesting
for u to see

Wat i saw can as well
be seen by thee

Do make a note
is my plea!

Comments awaited ;).

The turbine

2008-04-19T10:58:00.000+05:30

I blew from
end to
end

Neither did i
stop nor
bend

Duantless
i felt, till
the day

She proved i
was barren, i
gave away

She gave me
the strength
to blow

Into the lives
of the needy
a ray of glow

I am the wind
the "once useless"
creature

And she is
the turbine
My Teacher

Two three one

2008-04-08T20:00:00.000+05:30

I was walking by the
sea side sands
Unable to hold the cotton
candies wid my TWO hands

Grumbling why God
didn't give me THREE!
Wait! the candy man
had just ONE but still happy?

P.S. Dedicated to the candy man at my place facing life "SINGLE HANDEDLY"

Fight for a cause!

2008-04-03T17:59:00.003+05:30

Into the amphitheatre

Leaving the crowds to roar

With prowess and might

he appeared, the amateur

And in came the bull

Followed by the picador

Terror struck their spine

Including the matador

But he was prepared

To face this polemy

Let alone to counter the beast

His thrust was gleamy

Performing stunts

To entertain the swarm

And the professionals

Awe struck at the charm

A tiny lapse

And the hold was gone

A moment later

He was torn

The thrust, the show and

the prowess now in vain

He sobbed, coz of the horns?No!

Hunger induced more pain!

Soccer sentience

2008-04-01T20:55:00.001+05:30

Learning to live
amongst the rigor
Am nothing more
than a dribbler

Abandon the thoughts
of giving me a nick
I have mastered
the banana kick

Take all my raiment
Nd also my loot
I dont bother to win them back
in the penalty shoot

No matter if am let down
Or left with a shattered soul
I will sprout back
To reach my goal.

I shall pass the peril
And escape the guard
No one can stop me
not even the red card!!!

In soccer

Dribbler is a player who advances the ball while controlling it with his feet

Banana Kick is a type of kick that gives the ball a curved trajectory; used to get the ball around an obstacle such as a goaltender or defender.

Penalty shoot is a kick taken from the penalty spot by a player against the opposing goalie without any players closer than 10 yards away

Red card is a playing card-sized card that a referee holds up to signal a player's removal from the game

My savior

2008-03-28T16:02:00.001+05:30

Every time
i am down
with a blow

Be it hard
or i just lost a
little glow

I rely on
you for
a cure

And you
always take
me ashore

You are bitter
but make
me soar

And all of
a sudden am good
till the core

Am greateful
for the
deed

Yes, my
Capsule
indeed

Branded

2008-03-26T16:13:00.001+05:30

Stunned i was
at the attire
she had

Still wondering
why her eyes
were sad

The Levi around
her waist was
a perfect fit

And the Revlon
on the lip was not
spoilt a bit

Flawless her
skin was coz
of Garnier???

And the Apple
in the hands added
to her cheer

But why was
she sad
even though??

Little did i know
she is branded
"A whore"!!!

The much awaited trip to Wynaad and Ooty

2008-03-24T16:33:00.007+05:30

Couldnt stop wondering ;)

Beleive it or not it took 8 hrs from the start of our journey for me to beleive that it we really had started off. Dinnot stop pinching ma hands till then ;). And finally we reached Wynaad after wandering about 50 miles or so widout knowing which direction to take :D. Thanx krithi for keeping my hopes alive. Couldn't have enjoyed widout u :).

Nd y did u take me to the falls?????

One thing that i fear and hate the most in this world is a water fall :-|. Dunno y, but it has become a habit. Had to climb almost 2 kms down the hill to reach our first destination in Wynaad the " " falls.( Pardon me was not interested enough to notice the name :D). "Hydro phobia" made me sit on the steps which took the others down!!!!

2 more in my party

If it was krithi all the way long wid me in the bus then it was these two Mahesh to my right nd Babu to my left who did make me enjoy the trip amidst their other businesses ;). Thanx both of ya. Am greatful for that.

The Muthunga sanctuary

The only place i thought was worth a visit. Had a great safari in the jeep. Did get fooled a couple of times trying to see an elephant inside the forest but finally managed to get a glimpse of 5 of them together. The safari was worth every single buck paid except for the fact that the
driver dinnot allow me to pluck a couple of pears from the trees :(.

Morning walk in Ooty wid Mama(Nirmal) and Mami(Babu) ;)

Besides the biting cold early in the moring myself,krithi,mama(to krithi's left) and mami (to my right) decide to test the integrity of our immune system by walking down the cottage lane just to end up drenched in the showers!!!!! :(. Nd hey u still wonder y we call him MAMI?? ;) . Yup right ! obvious reason is his hairstyle ;). Neway Mams and mami thank u for making that walk a memorable one :).

Became bunnies for a while

Couldnt resist the frest sprouts of carrots in the backyard of our ciottage at ooty. So wat??? Wat else ?? Uprooted a handful of them and took a few pics in da garden before escaping the owner ;).

Ooty Wax World

I should say that i was just taken aback by the skill of the artists who made had the wax replica of our leaders in the Wax World at Ooty. One thing that caught my eyes in the Wax World was that all the replicas were of those people who had served humanity rather than of the film celebrities or other philanthropists. Hats off to you artists (Though none of their names were mentioned in the museum. I wonder why :-o)

What is Ooty widout a hot coffee???

Now now i know i shudlnt have asked dis question coz i dont like the coffee but still i cannot refuse the addiction that people have towards a coffee after wandering a while in the showers. So none of the people xcept myself missed the hot cappuchino at the Coffee Day, Ooty.

Made it finally !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And after awaiting four long years for this we made it finally!!! That made Mami(Babu) jump like dis in the air ;)

ND THIS IS NICANDROZ FOR U ;)

Math o Phobia

2008-03-15T16:20:00.000+05:30

Wonder
y i dont get
outta this fix

three
times three
is still a SIX

Being Number 4

2008-02-26T14:02:00.001+05:30

I am not
in the lime light
I know

I have
no regrets
though

Seldom
do i taste
victory

I hate to be
one among the
top three

For it is
always the
number four

That
has made me
grow

Has never
disturbed my
solitude

And helped
me build my
attitude

Being the
number four is
no sin

I can
go fourth
and win

The Babel

2008-02-08T10:03:00.000+05:30

That strech of silence
Amidst the babel around me
Finally made me sense
I was not a part of thee

At that instance of time
I could not resist that feeling
For in their diction
Friendship had a different meaning

A meaning that
Did not include the part
Of listening
To one other s heart

N when i decided
That i need to explain
Alas I was
Thrown into the Babel again

World thro' HER eyes

2008-01-13T17:01:00.000+05:30

Almost a decade ago on a chill winter night
She came into my world with zest and might

I beckoned her and told
That she was my visa to the world

Be it about Franklin Roosevelt's fall
Or the rise of technology, she had it all

She made me travel around the world
Right from Gaza to the regions untold

And neither did she forget to impart
The impacts of global issues in my heart

For some she is just a gumming bit of paper
But for me she is a philosopher

I find it easy to see the world through her eyes
For its true that she has never told me lies!!!!!

THANK U MY WELL WISHERS!

2007-11-29T14:38:00.000+05:30

Neethu, Mahesh bhaiyya, Babu, Lohi, Rahul, Siddu and Pranaya Thank u so much all of you for the constant support you offer me. Thank you for spending your valuable time reading my poems and offering your suggestions. I will always need your support in the future as well. Do keep reading and leave your comments.

Nandhini

Reasonless Seasons

2007-11-28T12:34:00.000+05:30

Scorching heat of the sun

Paralyzing me like a stun gun

The very thought of a cool drink

Will vanish when I see her blink

And in the spring when I fight

With my brother for a kite

My heart will sink on seeing

Her longing to have a wing

A pink jerkin this season?

No, that had no reason

Since the biting winter chill in the morning

Told me she was even devoid of proper clothing

All that I could give her

Were a can of drink, a kite and a sweater

And when asked what the new year day meant to her

“A day with 3 meals” was her answer

Lions or jus lines?

2007-11-14T19:43:00.000+05:30

The flag was flying high
Though no one to stop by

Neither did i miss the sides of the roads
Filled with banners of all modes

Workers roaring like lions
Were now settled in lines

I wondered where these people went
When called for a good event?

And all of a sudden everyone scattered
Even before their leader departed

I could not believe my eyes
But only then did i realize

That these were not the lions of the party
But were jus lines of poverty!

AMAZE ON !

2007-11-04T11:55:00.000+05:30

We learnt from the epics
The essence of Friendship
The Mahabharata depicts
The strength of its grip!

But the days have gone
And the nation is torn!

Centuries before
The Egyptian pharaoh
We lived galore
At the Mohanjodaro

But now we are ruined
'Fashion' is the new term coined

World believes
Changes have degraded the amazon
But what this leaves
Is that we have a billion more to amaze on!!!!

MOTHER EARTH look at your so(i)n

2007-10-23T18:35:00.000+05:30

Alone he stood

At the corner of the hall

Longing for a glimpse

Behind the wall

It was not the fault

Of this ten year old

Nor the lords

To whom he was sold

That now he z standing here

Bare foot, sans shirt to wear

Not enough if

Mahatma calls in HARIJAN

Its time mother for u to

Look after your son!

(Dedicated to all children who are away from their family coz of drought!)

R(EM)AINS !

2007-10-23T18:23:00.000+05:30

This nite am standing alone,

That very thing haunting me

God its not gone

Please listen to my plea

I cant bare

The droplets washing my torso

Feeling the clouds stare

And as if bound by a lasso

But little did I know

That when the lightning glowed

All the sins in a row

Had begun to flow

Off my mind

Off my body

Away they flow

There goes even my ego!!

SKEPTICAL WORLD

2007-10-20T16:03:00.000+05:30

I started to walk on the leaves the maple had shed

Clouds coming together like the newly wed

Wondering why the weaver's nest was asymmetric

Unable to spot the squirrel only hear the squeak

Blurred were even the images of the windmill

Even the banyan seemed to stand still

Yes, something was wrong with my sight

A world thro the spectacle was really bright!

2007-10-20T14:23:00.000+05:30

THE GAME OF CRICKET

Today my joy has no bounds

Am gonna got o LORDS the best of the grounds

Here are the two teams in black n blue!

Therez a man lacing his shoe

There goes the bowler in the best of forms

The ball moves away and is wide as per norms

The over z gotta end with 6 balls

coz o the wide its seven in all

Here z a guy to spin the next over

Hurray! The ball has gone over the cover

Oh where z the guy at gully?

Ah! I bet he was silly

He missed a couple o catches

U c, here catches win matches

Hey there is the gully now standing as a point!

God he has a bruised joint!

Look out thats a sixer

Uf cant get it better

A lotta straight n cover drives

Was tat a wicket??? No he still survives

This is a gud ball and the man plays it wrong

Thats his fate he z caught in the long

Here comes the other team to bowl!

To Win This is their goal

Hang on! Thats a sixer n the ball z gone

One o them get a century n the crowd turns on!

This is the ultimate moment of tension

One ball n one run

Last ball of the last over!

Goodness its all over!

The match is drawn and there z the departure!

But wait were i here jus for this from Manchester?

I ve had enough hurts, stamps and blows

N must go home with damaged claws

Though i kno a lot bout the wickets

I cannot play the game of cricket

Wonder who i am?

Just a CRICKET on a case of jam!

Oops! Someone z gonna stamp me, yup! Thought i lost ma breath!

Oh every time i come here its a game of life n death!