Monday, November 15, 2010

Aye Can I hear you !!

Feels like my brain's hooked
And an empty mind wanders
around a dazzling campus
lush greens and labyrinths of hope
thousand minds, thousand thoughts
Silent Roars and Still moves
Thousand commands, committed troops

Lights and mikes
Ramp walks and awesome curves
Rock bands and long hairs
they're still alive at Decibelz Ten
beats and licks, hippy hips
Clapping hands and dancing feets
Sexy Grooves at thousand watts
and KK -- KK -- Kay Kay
What a rocking show that was!
Ahh! I can feel it all
Kuruk-Glady-Skil-Spardha & Helios
The shouts still ring in my ears
I still feel the pulse
the launch booms and goosebumps
The awesome games and
woah ! awestruck participants

hundred meetings and myriad voices
Four tall men and their hundred faces !
Half a thousand minds into
a thousand tasks
And yes we get all the time
to still party our way to a
glorious Xpressions
Two thousand and Ten

Wasn't it party & fun time all the way
Common I can hear CRs buzz
and the thunders across all ears
Who's guarding them nights long
where do we carry our lappy's now
They not gonna stay in our rooms
Where do we do all the masti
while still at work and deadlines to meet

The mind boggling flashes and
blinding crackers
And the festivities and busy bugs
I am gonna miss them
Aye Can I hear you !!!
Aye Can I hear you life long !!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Trails left behind ..

You have tried enough
To be like the one you just heard of
The one blessed you thought
written a fortune signed by God
Luminaries of stage and screen
Dressed in their best camouflage
Bloated up, with sapphire sarcasm
content at the cheer and clap
And this day has come
We realise our destinies
The flower head on our fat pots

Let's get back to the old rocks
Like a storm blown over
Dance to the wee hours -
mock at the clocks
Let's roll and rock till time ends
listen to the humble ruck
to their misdeeds, their moments of truth

The cabal of aides that locked my mind
Let me share a smile,
give a hand to the kind
Let's listen to the water drops
The cries and silly laughs
We never cared about

Let's feel the soil of -
endless cultures confered upon
The fragile hands of their supports
Let's spare a mock
And afford a peek into the
Scads of endless dust on our
thinly burnt lust

Let's spare the infinite minutes we spent
burnish our camoufalged skins
rather gage at the contours
Things we have had, things we could have
Strewn lie my slim pickings
Let me spare a glance at them
Their irrelevance or lost importance
Let me drown it to the ages

Let us shed the premonitions
Shed the fucked up lies
Let us merry, let us party tonight
For all that was worth the fight
Let's joke the day off
Amidst earthly skins and humour chins
Let me jump out of my cube
I wanna dance and drown
I wanna party my failures
That I left behind ..

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Reflections ...

I have long been out of posting. Sometimes, I do wonder what could be the reason. I have heard of and myself experienced this writer's block. Never much believed in it though. I think that people who write sincerely are as honest as expressive to their writing. As they say, it is easy to read an author's thoughts from his/her books or writings, the typical tone they lend to their protagonists, the style of writing, the dialogies of the various characters, plots, etc. But again, the same would be with other artists like a musician, a filmmaker, an artist, even a sportsperson! Yes, if you closely observe almost any person, you can often see the symptoms speaking out from their actions in their day to day life like the way they operate a computer, the way they wash their car, personal habits, in their communication with other people, their attitude towards a failed plan, their reaction to a daily life dissapointment like the wash guy failing to get the ironed clothes in time in the morning, etc. Let alone their creations or productions. They obviously are something that the person is very good at. So they do speak volumes about the person.

But when I think sportsperson, I tend to think of certain strategy sports requiring individual skill more than team skill like chess, bridge, poker, billiards, golf. Because in a team game, the spirit is very different. You wear a team character and a spirit and attitude typical of the team. Since I have personally observed chess games and know the kind of people they are in their daily lives, I presume with certain degree of possibility that almost all the chess players exude similar behaviour off-game like the people I did observe did. The mathematical induction may not be accurate but can we refute this by proof of negation.

Seriously, did you ever find a chess player who possesses characteristics unlikely of a chess player like say impatience or compulsive behaviour? This is not a rhetoric question rather an open ended one that I pose so that I gain a broader perspective. I have never watched golf, so I am not sure if Tiger Woods did play for the holes with an amount of risk he took in his personal quest for them !! I would like some comments on that so as to know if my inclusion of golf in the list & the very presumption is justified.

Well, coming back to my not posting anything off late, I think though seldom but things hardly did urge me to write anything. Many things to write about certainly but they just could not push me hard to get to this text box! And now when I have taken this long a break and come back to my own posts, I can find and sense a lot of naivety in certain lines, certain metaphors and similes I find silly and many times a better writer I can be, I realise. Did help me. Yes. These minute observations I was not able to do then. May be, most of my readers could sense that, but unfortunately I do not have a sizeable and dedicated reader base for genuine comments and suggestions to come through. I always welcome criticism, constructive or destructive; so I would again like anyone who comes across any post of this blog to spare a kind moment and send back a suggestion or two.

When I look back to my older posts, those that relate to a particular infatuation of sort- all the love poems; I realise now that though this lady was far from true love or any such hallucinating relationship levels. But may be she was a figure symbolic of this mystic lady that I would fall for. A stretch of my imagination and a real figure for that stretch ! I do not for sure know. May be that.

Well, a piece of my mind to share. So, back to writing, typing faster, I have expectations to put forth some expressions, some thoughts from frequently here. I have always tried writing songs than poems so I could lend them a music and they find some better and exciting ways of expression than just words in html or on a page! I am still somewhat confused with the punctuation marks :) I am sure I will improve. So that's the challenge. Let's see.

Thanks a ton to all my readers and followers, most of them old school and college friends, relatives, people at work, friends of friends, etc. I hope you follow my blog, on the button atleast so you get a New-post alert and save me some effort :)

Wish you the best of the new work year ahead and all the happiness.
Good luck.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


Hi all,
I assume that most of the readers the blog owes its existence to, are interested or involved in one way or the other to poetry and expressions of the myriad musings of life.
This is a small resourceful site that encourages beautiful and inspiring poetry. It also features periodical contests and offers many services like how to self publish your book.
I am sure, for all the budding poets out there, this is an important bookmark.

Love to help-what can be better reason to be happy :)

Sunday, December 6, 2009

BumpTop - Another entrepreneurial Story & OTA Syndrome

Hi friends,
Well, here is something that will surely help all those task gluttons and crammed up souls and of course the very indolent ones !!!

This is an amazing tool that will virtually transform your desktop's 2D environment to an astonishing 3D workplace. Pile up all your important or recent tasks, canonical notes- stuff 'em up all so clean .. and many other enhancements in the offing.

Well, the creator of this is Anand Agarawala, another so called techpreneur, dollars banked on his head and hands somewhere else !! Well, jokes apart, this is a Master Thesis at the University of Toronto. Sometimes, I really wish Indian universities provided the best of technologies and scope for such techpreneurs to create wealth and newer avenues.

Read more about him. Dig, mine (Ok.. that would do !)and post your reviews and comments.
Download and test the free version !

For a free PRO license, here is an idea that might work. At least, I have tried my hands.
If you haven't registered on bnet or you have forgotten if ever had, try doing that. post a reply, a solicit for a license. You might get one. Atleast, I shall post a comment if I get one :)

Debasing as it is, I fear I suffer from the OTA Syndrome. Any guesses. Obsolete Technological Awareness Syndrome. To some dollar pounding hearts, this syndrome doesn't make a difference, but I think one can hear the jingles when one rides on the horse.
I am not sure but this post is like flogging an old horse. Atleast, new for me !

Again, if you have visited for the first time, name the sydrome and watch this talk on IncredibleIndia by Shashi Tharoor.
Shasi Tharoor on India's Soft Power

Finally, Mind your demeanor, stay lean and stay awake. Meanwhile, post your thoughts regarding anything, poke-pin-inflate-speculate-discuss-share !!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Discipline & Me !!!

HI Readers and Friends,
It has been a long period of hibernation since I last posted. While the Rebel-In-Me continues to speak volumes to me, I am unable or may be squeezed by time and energy to post some of them here. Certainly, the writers' block has ended with something I write today. In fact, this is an exercise for a breach of discipline, assigned by the Dean.
All the while, I must admit it has been a mix of emotions and Xperiences since I joined XIM, Bhubaneswar. I will try to put some of them here.

Meanwhile, the Annual Management and Cul-Fest Xpressions '09 at XIM was one of the best of its kind and and rich experience that I shall forever cherish. Well, then let me get back to

Discipline and Me.

The rustic and under mould wandering mind of a child travels faster beyond the imaginable, dying to explore the unending ionic rigs around him, certainly inquisitive about and troubled by the vagaries of human nature as he digs deep and wide. The same state as this, I had a very rudimentary notion of Discipline and priorities though a good idea of things I loved to do and things I should do. As I continued to interact with the world around me, pulled by random ideas that I happily embraced, I radiated more energy split and did exude a good deviation from the accepted norms of discipline; blame it on Stark and Zeeman effects or a typical mindset endowed upon(‘gifted’ might sound an eulogy minus conviction).

I left home at 16, and have since been a boarder for the past 6 and half years. These years have been the actual formative years of my life, a quarter Gita for the rest of my life. My two years at Nalanda in AP have taught me a lot of values. The place was known for the disciplinary values it imparted to the student apart from the learning. I learnt punctuality and routine, hard work and perseverance, tolerance and passion. The community, students and faculty alike, were the single major agents that did to a great extent, condition my erstwhile notion of Discipline. And, competition demands a balanced Disciplinary level.

My engineering days put forth in front of me a host of opportunities, brought in a lot of perspectives and certainly did distort all conditioned notions of discipline to a point where I was confused as to what should the way of life be. All my life, there was one thing that never failed to propel me: Stand on my own. It’s futile to shout, but I have been through various phases of hardship and efforts to where I am today. Engineering taught me integrity of values. I have always thought that my way in those four years did suit me. I am still confused if they did compromise on my character. I have always made it a point to improve; I falter many a times and promise to me once again.

Needless to say, my stay at XIMB so far has taught me more lessons, esp. on Discipline and integrity, than my entire span of learning. Competition to the neck is a defining factor in the learning. Every concept taught in a lecture, has an analogy with something to do with our own self. Every second spent wisely is an investment for a world to accrue in times to come. I do falter, many a times, but I take back a lesson to put the next foot in the right direction. I do exhaust, but I wake up to a call for a reason to fill. There is no void in oneself that would go uncovered at the end of two years is what I believe. And to succeed, I have to manage my resources the best, know what I want and channel my effort into a single conduit. Though its dark end is hazy right now, I am sure the dots shall connect and I would have better things to write in my valedictory speech to my mother of learning, XIMB.

(Colon Cap D with a twinkle of hope in the wink :D)


Monday, June 1, 2009

Passions Unkempt ....

When I say I love You , I do
When I say I am getting mad, I am
Close Your eyes, take a deep breath
and for all the world , feel the touch
that crawls on in your mind
that haunts you in your sleep
that warns to rob you of your heart...
I can see the chaos ,
the passion unkempt,
in your eyes, they twinkle like stars
I can listen to the waves
that beat against your firm mind,
They call you to embrace them
and flow in their amorous cadence,
rise as they swell
and calm when they abate.
I can feel the tremor in your steps
they cry aloud that its true,
and I reverbate the beats of your bosom
they hardly veil any clue.
Logic can never fathom love
nor can they decipher
the music that buzz our ears,
Let your soul feel the zephyr
Let the moment break the cipher
'Cause, this is the moment
the tong of a bell
This is the flame at peak
This is the moment of truth
And if you feel than think
this is true,
Why don't you tell me..
You love me too ?