Two beautiful months!

As my little bundle of joy turned two months old, I thought of penning down her thoughts about me. So, here we go!



As I came out into the world, lovely, nice and bright,

The nurse handed me to a man, who stared at me with delight.

I soon went to sleep, in a nice warm sheet, very close to my mother,

Woke up to see the same person again, did the world have no other?

The face stared at me every day, every time I opened my eyes,

I wondered if he was jobless, or was he being really nice?

A week went by and it did change, for I started seeing him less,

I was happy to know he did some work, he wasn’t a complete mess.

I started seeing him more in the evenings, working his antics with élan,

Did all this come naturally to him, or did he work on it with a plan?

I slowly realized he was trying all this, just to see me smile,

The slightest curl of my lips, made him beam like a groom in the aisle.

He was eager to pick me up all the while, around the house he would walk,

His shoulders formed the horizon, and about everything I saw, he would talk.

I started getting used to him, to hold me in different styles he would dare,

Every time he changed his grip, I would raise my hand in a scare.

He might have realized what I felt; he started being more careful,

If I would cry for even a minute, he started to feel awful.

I realized this man was not a stranger, as I thought once he would be,

His constant presence did mean that he found joy in being with me.

I started hearing carefully, what everyone called him when we were together,

It did not take much for me to figure out, that this man is actually my father.  

I do know now that I can demand of him, when the beautiful world I want to see,

All I need to do is wave my hand and smile, and he will lift me and walk with glee.

  

Somewhere between...

Between the shelves of the books in the library,

Between the sharpest minds, and the arbitrary,

Between the professor’s experience and wisdom of a philosopher,

Between a few privileged closed doors and many a ubiquitous dossier,

Somewhere between the novice’s quest and the veteran’s adage

It lies between the intelligentsia and ignoramus, we call it KNOWLEDGE.

Between the insignificant banter and a few cups of coffee,

Between the first few steps and the most coveted trophy,

Between the brain’s rational clouded by the heart’s desire,

Between odes of intense literature and a galore of satire,

Somewhere between the bleeding heart and the epitomic dove,

It lies between the infatuation and stark reality, we call it LOVE.

Between the reams of a few statements from the bank,

Between the actual calling and the yearning for a rank,

Between the ropes of tug of war that the world often wins,

Between your persistence and the dark corridors of its sins,

Somewhere between what you are and what you could be,

It lies between compulsion, ambition and passion, we call it MONEY

Between closing your eyes and just before falling asleep,

Between the darkness and the shining light, the mind always seeks,  

Between the heart’s beats and the voids in your thoughts,

Between your envisioned plans and its unfolding lie these dots,

Somewhere between your existence and the way you could have lived,

It rests unsure whether to sleep or wake-up, we call it LIFE.

Journey is the reward!

My mother thinks I am the best writer in the world! I am sure no- one (including me) agrees to this.I would love to say "Mom's are always right" but the fact is "Love is blind and mother's love for her children is blinder".

I posted this picture that I clicked last week on Facebook and she asked me to write a poetry on this when I get time. Put together a few lines on my perspective as below.

The trees went out of their way, to strike an awesome pose,

Each of them waved at us, in neatly arranged rows,

The horizon with clouds dressed like a rewarding destination,

We drove towards them, with no dearth of passion.

The wind blew into our faces with a panacean effect,   

That’s when nature’s beauty, I began to respect.

We take the same road to work, every morning,

Never observing the signals, nature was giving.

For we were always busy overtaking the other cars,

Instead of enjoying the drive, we fought futile wars.

This day we drove, rather slow,

Put nature under the lens, to observe its glow.

Many a car zoomed past us,

To reach the destination, without any fuss.

The clouds appeared like the destination to them,

The faster they drove, the farther it went.

It irked them a lot, their minds were in mayhem.

For destination is an illusion; never a constant.

We learnt from nature, that the journey gives joy,

It taught that that slowing down; isn’t a bad ploy.

Gather the ammunition, for there’s a long way to go,

Only happy souls can transcend, life’s journey like a pro.

Such sights in the arsenal, can give internal peace,

Competing souls will miss this; will never be at ease.

In our incessant quest for one-upmanship and recognition,

We forget that the journey rewards; not the destination. 

Lifeless Aura

When you walk in, I am blank.

When you walk out, I am blank.

In between those moments however,

I change something in you, forever.

I am not talented, nor am I intelligent,

All I am is a lifeless white piece of cloth.

But I am the unnoticed interface,

Connecting reality to a dreams behemoth.

What I wear, dresses your imagination,

When I speak, I inspire a generation,

What I exude, become your trick,

What I hum, becomes your music.

I give wings to your dreams,

Bring out your whistles and screams,

What I do makes your heart,

Burst with emotion at its seams.

You get inspired, you get ideas,

I do make you feel, very nice.

I accept there are, ample instances,

When you want to harshly criticize.

The lifeless “I” turn blank again,

After putting you through joy and pain,

Be rest assured, you will never be the same,

As it is your sub-conscious mind, that I tame.

When you walked in, I was blank.

When you walked out, I was blank.

I am still the “lifeless” screen in the theatre,

How many like me have changed you for the better?

Did I bet on the wrong horse?

The odds are heavily stacked against him,

The chances of his victory were very slim.

With its inherent risks, there’s still great charm,

Though rooting for the underdog, can cause harm.

Why did I still want him, to be the one I endorse?

I asked myself “Did I bet on the wrong horse?”

When a consensus builds, it clouds rationale,

The charm of the favourite holds everyone enthrall.

Was I trying to be different for the sake of being one?

Or was it a valiant attempt to do, what no one had done?

Everyone thought I would lose, their judgment seemed apropos,

I said to myself, “I couldn’t have bet on the wrong horse.”

 

They all started well, but my horse started fine,

It isn’t just talent, that gets them across the line,

My horse was focused, albeit all the surrounding mayhem,

It believed it would get there, before any of them.

It did beat all its rivals, owning to confidence innate,

“It isn’t the wrong horse”, I wanted to celebrate.

It made me different, created an aura to my prophecy,

They said I could spot rare talent, in its infancy.

It’s not just the heart that bets on the underdog,

There are calculations involved, it isn’t a fortunate slog.

As I stood graciously, basking in the thunderous applause,

I realized “Wrong is the thought process, never the horse”.

Rain Rain Go Away (Perspective of a Mumbaikar travelling to office)

Rain Rain go away,

Please don’t ruin our day.

Our travel schedule has gone astray,

Please respond to our collective bray.

Rain Rain go away,

Don’t make us sit in a bus all day,

If we could bribe you, w’d surely pay,

To allow us reach office as dry as hay.

Rain Rain go away,

Don’t put our lives into such disarray,

Unlike Johny, we need to get our pay,

We ought to go to work anyway.

Rain Rain go away,

Don’t try to put our spirit to slay,

Endeavor as hard as you may,

In a few weeks, you won’t have your say. 

EarNing THE EarRing

I am back with some rhyming lines which I like to call poems. This one is an ear ring describing a lady and how she enjoyed EarNing the EarRing!

Wrote it for my wifey who thought I should write one for her:). It goes as below.


The luster that I possessed, made me truly stand out,
I am really precious, I knew that beyond doubt.

Among all my peers, I had some serious clout,

Ain’t it sad, this fact, I really had to shout.

Nicely placed was I, in a cabinet with glass on top,

Many stared at me for long, but took others from my crop.



A shining gem like me, ought not be confined,

I prayed hard for my existence, to be defined.

“Show me this one”, said she, a picture of poise,

She realized I was priceless and made the perfect choice.

Placing me on her earlobe, she managed a beautiful smile,

I was sure she’d take me, out of here in a while.



I clinged on to her ears, very close to her face,

It had a story hidden, like a mysterious maze,

I saw people staring at her, she could completely hypnotize,

With me besides her face, she could truly mesmerize.

She was glad with all the praise that I’d brought her way,

My charisma is such, that I could definitely make her day.



My effect was telling on her, for she was extremely joyous,

A humble being otherwise, but she was unusually pompous.

She described me to people, who hadn’t even seen me,

The praise they showered on her, made her jump with glee

Felt good to make her happy, taking me off she wouldn’t allow,

For it isn’t everyday, that all would tell her WOW!!!

The World around me is so unreal...

The world around me is so, unreal,

The world around me is so fake.

The niceness around me is vanishing, at a speedy pace,

All they want is to win this bloody disastrous race,

Their legs are tiring fast; their mind are in a maze

Their dreams are becoming, impossible for them to chase.

All tactics they’ll try, all avenues they will take,

Will kill anyone but to the top they will surely make,

Will they put aside all their differences?

And unite as a team for God’s sake.

The world around me is so, unreal,

The world around me is so fake.

The smiles have no meaning, no feelings they convey,

The tears are to manipulate, to get things going their way,

“Are the hugs for real?” to yourself you seem to say,

“Are they truly my friends or should I keep them away”?

There are no permanent friends, neither perennial foes,

Trusting anyone randomly might well add to your woes.

They want to reach the top, all moolah they want to rake,

In the process they always, forget what is genuinely at stake.

The world around me is so, unreal,

The world around me is so fake.

Sophisticated they’ll are, and call themselves Corporate,

The ladder they want to climb, has more power than fate,

To not slip down from it, they act smarter than a pirate,

Without real effort they want, accomplishments great.

Family, friends, love, life, are cut portions of their cake,

The rungs above are the focus; how many ever hearts they break,

Many careers they’ll destroy, but their conscience will never shake,

They want to achieve all their dreams, even before they can truly wake.

The world around me is so, unreal,

The world around me is so fake.

The smartest among them all, see themselves elevate,

To positions and levels where, negativity achieves a new state,

To keep themselves up there, their teams they will irritate,

Without whom they are as vulnerable, as a fish that bites the bait,

As they move further up the ladder, the experienced take their case,

If they haven’t built a good team, they will be shaken off their base,

It’s bad to experience falling from such height into a shallow lake,

Akin to winning Snake&Ladder, and then being bitten by a snake.

The world around me is so, unreal,

The world around me is so fake.

To move up the ladder fast, fill rungs with talent crate,

Support them all to the core, as if they’re your best mate,

In problems they’ll stand by you, solutions they will create,

In joys you will always have, people around to celebrate.

But Self-interests are sending, all goodness out of the gate.

Lonely times are boldly written, in their very near fate.

Unless they create new leaders who possess abilities innate,

Who are likely to ensure, their names as a mentor resonate.

Can't think of a title

A very good friend of mine isn't having a good time of late. He requested me to write a poem to cheer him up. With his permission, I subject you all to the same torture.


There’s a soldier in you, but he never fought,
There’s a professor in you, he never taught.
The lover in you, he never lied,
The professional in you, never cried.
But the doctor in you, ought to cure,
The patient in you, your inner fear.

When life appears to be on the rocks,
And all it gives you seems to be mocks.
Do not feign to look just and kind,
Tide can turn, just speak your mind.
Lock the Pandora ’s Box within you,
You’ll see success, like very few.

Curiosity has always killed the cat,
Reign it in, please ensure that.
A plant with strong roots,
Won’t need support to climb,
A man with substance,
Won’t need help to triumph.

Believe in yourself, no matter what,
Living that way is a great Art.
Keep intact self-confidence and honor,
No one can push you, to the corner.

Make all professionals in the first verse act,
Rise from the ashes; make good use of tact.
Fondly remembered isn’t he , who himself positions,
But the one who demolishes, all oppositions.


What matter’s in life is not what you achieve, it is what you overcome.

Poetic Injustice

This was written as per a friend's request.He wanted to impress a lady through literature. i am not too sure whether he created an impression or sent her into depression.

"Meet _____", he said, as a formal introducing trend,
How badly I wished you'd be, more than just a friend.
The moment was completely seized by your mere presence,
Always had the gift of Gab, but I couldn't form a sentence.
My senses were captured, what you said I couldn't hear.
As carefree as I am, losing you became the biggest fear.

When I met you again, the very same emotion persisted,
"She's the one for you", my brain and heart insisted.
Never had I observed a girl, in such fine detail,
With genuineness and clarity, that's what I'll entail.

It tied down my vision, your lovely coal black eyes,
Hypnotized me so much that I forgot the premise.
A lovely dimpled smile, accentuated by your lips' curl,
Did definitely give my life, the much needed furl.
Enhancing the charm was, a pointed nose and cascading hair,
I started hating God, for; to the other girls He wasn't fair.

A metamorphosis had happened; I found THE reason to live,
My sole aim in life being that, all this you would believe.
This hadn't happened to me, never once all these years,
It’s my promise to you, with me; you'll never be in tears.


Very True to myself and you, I've penned down all my thoughts,
Expecting an affirmative, my mind's running the rate of knots.
I had to tell this all, there's no way I could resist,
With you I'll have a LIFE, otherwise I'll simply exist.
Please consider my plea; I have no one else to go,
So either you say a YES, or you do not say a NO.

Silver Jubilee

Recently, I got an opportunity to write a few verses to wish a couple on their "Silver Jubilee" of togetherness. Though I couldn't attend the celebration, I did a call of appreciation by the pretty as ever bride of the occasion on the day following the celebrations. As I post this on my blog, I wish them many more moments of joy and years of togetherness.

The river was destined to meet the sea,
Don’t ask me why, it’s just meant to be,
The earth was destined to marry the sky,
You can ask me why, don’t feel so shy.
The sky was the groom, earth the bride,
Rainbow’s the garland, they wore with pride.

Let me tell you about a groom, just like the sky,
Won’t find one like him, even if you are good spy.
Like the summer sky, he’s always clear and bright,
Having him around is an absolute delight.
Always comes to your aid, will solve your plight.
In this big bad world, he is a shining knight.

For a groom like the sky, the matches were dearth,
To fit the bill, there was a bride like the earth,
They married each other and lead to the birth,
Of a truly great couple, and of priceless worth.
Unlike couples to whom, marriage’s like a girth
They have lived a beautiful life, swift and mirth.

Over the past 25 years, they have donned various hats,
And have been fantastic parents, to two innocent brats.
Have been an awe inspiring couple, to all their peers,
No wonder they’ve turned up, with wishes and cheers.
To celebrate a silver jubilee, and years of marital bliss,
We wish you start all over again, with a lovely little kiss.

Make a Wish ...

The title is misleading. There is an organization by the same name
The Make-A-Wish Foundation® of India(http://www.makeawishindia.org/), which is part of the largest not-for-profit wish granting organization in the world, serving 30 + countries with International affiliates on five continents. But I will be talking about somehthing totally different.

I will talk about a friend of mine who will be getting married soon... and she made a wish... she wanted me to write a poem for her. I truly believe that as good samaritans, we should grant the wishes of two kinds of people, one who is going to Die and one who is getting married...

So, I put together a few rhyming words and managed to write four verses.

Now, whether to call it a poem or not is at the reader's discretion but the person whom I wrote this for believed I should post it somewhere. I chose my own blog because I do not want to be accountable for the time lost by the reader while going through the lines below:
( My friends may try a hand at guessing who the person in question is... The first 5 correct entries will get the previlage of posting gaalis on my blog for taking them through a painstaking experience of reading such ordinary stuff)

The message was loud & clear, was spreading at lightening pace,
My friend rushed to me and said " Man! You gotta see her face".
The lecture has its effect, for I wasn't able to comprehend,
Was he talking about a new classmate, or some latest trend?
"There she is", he pointed, to the corner of the canteen,
He was as hopeful and excited as, an innocent pre-teen.


"I hope she's single", he said, in his hoarse & squeaky voice,
She painted a picture of calm, amidst all the buzz and noise.
Some guys said she's charming, others said she's all poise,
But they all unanimously believed, she is the perfect choice.
"Please forget her", I told my friend, she isn't your ideal date,
"She's beauty with brains" I declared and quickly sealed his fate.


To her acquaintances, the above line may seem to be a rumour,
Just laugh it off, the above line’s said to add some good humour.
I've known her well & been her friend, for about three years,
Along the while, I’ve come to admire, her popularity among peers.
Always a glint of hope in her eye, seems like a shinning pearl,
Seems a tough nut to crack, but she's just a simple girl.

To grab 'er attention, guys tried all tricks, tried acting rather smart,
But all it took was a Robin Hood, to steal her golden heart.
In a few days time, he'll marry her; he will take her far away,
No matter where she goes in our hearts, she's always bound to stay.
As she gets ready to wear the crown, of a nice and homely wife,
I seize this moment to wish her a very prosperous married life.

Thank You Terrorist!

This is my second contribution to the blog http://t-errorism.blogspot.com/
Please visit this blog and chip in with your views... Together , WE can make a difference!

We've been feeling the pinch from year 93,
For fear grips us as we walk around free,
We conveniently say it's Mumbai's resilience,
But to us its just, a part of our existence.
In our quest for life, we seem to neglect,
We are soft targets of a coward's bullet.

Our safety is a matter of grave concern,
for we've elected some mules to govern.
After every bomb-blast,they offer condolence,
the repeated attacks prove their impotence.
They play all tricks to garner some notes,
they divide us all to gain majority votes.

And, WE the people, fight amongst each other,
As external forces come in and conquer.
Shoot all in their vision at ramdom,
for WE fail to react in tandem.
If it was not for our defence personnel,
we'd have exhausted before their arsenel.

In your endeavour to cause irreparable harm,
you have evoked a feeling of unique charm.
By filling a billion minds, with true Indianness,
you have dampened your chance of causing more mess.
Thank you Terrorist! for uniting a great country,
By coming together, WE have booked you a cementery.

Cant afford to miss her!!! (at any cost )

There are some things in life which we love so much that we can do anything to get it. That is true love for me. It could be for a person, a dream or anything but we will give it our all if we LOVE something that badly... and Love makes the poet in you come to the fore... so let me pen down something for the LOVE of my life... for I cant afford to miss her...

Every morning at seven, I gotta leave my house.
My affinity for her is akin a man's for his spouse.
To make it on time, I walk, skip and run ,
but it is to get her, so the effort is all fun .
If you are getting ideas, give a break to your brain,
For what I can't afford to miss, is my 7:19 Andheri train.

As I reach the station, three people greet me there,
You will be glad to know, we all love her here.
As soon as she enters, we climb into her like Hare,
The fourth guy greets us inside,others give a cold stare.
We ensure to catch her up, come sunshine or rain,
For what we can't afford to miss, is our 7:19 Andheri train.

Let me introduce my friends, who love her just like me,
The guy who meets her first isn't as busy as a bee.
But every moment of life, he seems to really enjoy.
This Thierry-Henry-lookalike is aptly named Rijoy.
No matter what happens, he'll take all the pain ,
For what he can't afford to miss, is his 7:19 Andheri train.

The next guy I'll introduce... is a gentle six footer,
If you don't know Biology, he can be a great Tutor.
With him for company, it isn't difficult to pass samay,
This manager in the making is my friend named Amay.
He'll do daredevil stunts and escape without a sprain,
For what he can't afford to miss, is his 7:19 Andheri train.

One of my friends unlike us, is a guy rather quiet,
To all our co-passengers , he is a welcome respite.
His collegues vouch for him, they say he is the Best,
he takes these in his stride, for Mochesh is truly modest.
But he'll run a thousand mile and jump over a million drain,
For what he can't afford to miss, is his 7:19 Andheri train.

A guy unlike others was so impressed by our zest,
For joining our group, he simply couldn't resist .
With us, he has truly added flavour to the trip,
This truly friendly guy is rightly named Soumyadeep.
If you happen to be in his way, you ought to refrain,
For what he cant afford to miss, is his 7:19 train.



The one I din't introduce yet is someone I know for years,
For all the time we've lived, we have lent each other our ears.
The journey is great but he adds to all the thrill,
I refer to my brother as bhai ; his name is Sunil .
He'll clear all stumbling blocks, he'll jump over a crane,
For what he can't afford to miss, is his 7:19 Andheri train.

We shout, we scream, we laugh and we talk all crap ,
Our fellow passengers feel like a rhino in a trap.
We make our lives enjoyable without caring for the mass,
their expressions let us know, we are a pain in their ass.
We aren't sorry to them for capturing their reign,
For what we can't afford to miss, is our 7:19 Andheri train.

Mandatory Disclosure : Marked in red are the names of those people who ensure that the ever lasting journey from Nerul to Andheri is fun-filled and I just can't imagine travelling without them.
Cheers to the our Famous Five gang who are slowly but surely spreading their terror in their own humble way!!!

Yashoda (uncut version)

All MMS batchmates of mine will know where this is leading to.For the rest ,I will explain...I mnt stopping my MMS batchmates from reading the explaination though....

There was a lecturer of our's who would make people sing for coming late to class.This punishment was something I was petrified of.
For all of you who don't know me,I don't sing even when I am alone at home.I am that confident of my singing abilities.So,I had to find a way out of this...if I went in late to class.
I thought of writing a poem just to save myself of the embarrasment of singing in class.

I managed to somehow write a poem for her ...(Gladly,it was accepted and I din't have to sing)and two friends of mine ( Richa Dubey and Keerthi Unni) told me to put it in a blog.They even offered to make a blog for me so they also share the blame for sowing the seeds of making a blog in my head and all the stupid content you are subjected to on this blog. So,this is for all the people who have too much time to waste.The poetry( if i may call it so) was initially written in seven verses which I edited to four .

Note: The name of the lecturer is in the last line.I have used the words and phrases she uses in class(marked them in blue) .The name of subjects she taught is in bold.Yamini and Rinaldi are the names of Retail stores

So here's the uncut version ....

Every fine Monday morning,
She walks in to teach Retail,
Her enthusiasm for the subject,
makes us pay attention to detail.
With her smile, gets closed her eyes,
to her lectures she adds ,a lot of spice.

Wednesday mornings she comes in for Strategy,
and ensures there's no dearth of energy,
She uses words like an English Missionary,
which sometimes makes us need a Dictionary,
She makes sure there's ample dose of real life gyaan,
So that bachchalog don't stray and lose their dhyaan.

There are no "Goodmornings",just a cheerful "hi",
which says she's friendly and you needn't be shy,
Her ways of punishing are effective and great ,
because your vocal chords pay for you being late ,
Her name symbolises fondness and Mamta,
true to it ,she calls all of us "Janta".

She does know all the tricks of the trade,
She's born and brought up in Cuffe parade.
She's up with the latest fashion trends,
Ratan Tata is one of her friends .
Her lectures are an absolute treat,
but if you don't attend,you're dead meat.

Very particular is she about our attendence,
Her birth day comes with Indian Independence.
Of her army background,she is very proud,
She can control a class without shouting aloud.
Talks about any topic under the sun,
and she ensures its all great fun.

Yamini and Rinaldi are a part of her life,
It's as integral to her as husband is to wife.
She's got amazing sense of style,
Don't get on her nerves ,u ll run a mile.
She does practice what she preaches,
I wish I remember all she teaches.

If u all feel these lines are a stupid notion,
Blame it on lack of talent and aspiration,
and If u liked it one bit,
then reserve the comments for the inspiration,
So,give all the cheers,applause and a bouquet,
To none other than Ms.Yashoda Durge