Crimson lies

**please note..the following poem is not meant to be obscene or likewise.Everyone has their own interpretation to it.I have written it with a particular concept in mind..your may not be the same..anyway too much talking enjoy..:)**

One bite of the forbidden fruit,
Hallucination and deception followed suit.
The more i enjoyed the malicious juice,
My heart swelled in rapturous delight
to deafen the opposing voices,I negotiated a truce.
But the more my body craved for it,with little respite.
The comfort and love it gave was heightened solace.
the complete engagement of trust and companionship.
The Ecstasy it contained,hard to replace.
But now the fruit has stopped growing,
No more pleasure,no more craving.
Even if I pass by a solitary plump fruit,waiting to be eaten
I remind myself,the taste and the craving will only sweeten.
I looked passed it,to the lush green field,
love is a patient process,it will soon began to yield..

Cycle of life.

He called for me.Slowly,softly meowing.My small furry friend visited me again at the same time.I got him home,bonded with him,watched some TV with him:).Educated him on how humans live,as he keenly observed his surroundings.I warmed up his milk ,as he watched on eagerly.He surprisingly didn't seem hungry.All the time,he cling ed on to me like a child holding on to the warmth of his mother.Couldn't keep him any longer,kept the bowl by the gate and let him back to the street. My mistake.
Oblivious to the outside world,I returned to mine.Back to my secluded space near the window,overlooking the street,I sat.Accustomed to the humming traffic,i didn't take special notice of it.A few minutes later,i watched the most cruel and ugly thing.The rider's roughshod handling of his vehicle,left my poor friend,writhing in pain,under his wheels.That monstrous vehicle ran over that small furry being,which i held in my hand ,no longer than 20 minutes ago.
Seeing the poor helpless kitten twist in excruciating pain,hit me.Hard!The stray kitten who gave me little joys was gone.I couldn't help thinking....why did I welcome him home,give him all the love and put him back on the street.Just when he began trusting humans....another one destroyed it.

My work in class:)

Another one of my poems i wrote in class..not too good though:)

The episodes of is life flashed before his eyes,
the green pastures,the warm breeze
all the sweet memories now dies.
Defeated,he is gasping for breath,down on his knees.

On the greener meadows of the hillside,
he and his friends used to laze around,
Deceived,they had no time to run and hide,
They were no longer free,their limbs tightly bound.

Seeing the blood,he lost all hope.
Submitting himself to his wretched fate
He gave up ,the pain too hard to cope.
When the knife slit his throat ,it was too late.
The unfortunate goat bled in silence.

Socha hai..:)

In the recent past,there's one song that's just blown me away..yup,a hindi song:).

Asama hai neela kyun.paani geela geela kyun
Gol kyun hai zameen?
Silk mein narmee kyun.aag me hai gaarmi kyun
do aur do paanch kyun nahin?
Ped ho gaye kam kyun.teen hai yeh mausam kyun
Chand do kyun nahin?
Duniya mein hai jang kyun,behti laal rang kyun
sarhadain hai kyun har kahin?
socha hai...
yeh kya kabhi
socha hai..
yeh hai kya sabhi
socha hai...
socha nahin,toh socho abhi..

**hats off to javed akhtar**
Probably these lyrics don't make literal sense..but,i just love the honesty of the lyrics.These lyrics make me think about the greatest gift given to man(which he rarely uses), thinking and ability to question..Children make the most use of their brain,because they question,the curiosity within them makes them question,even if it is as naive as "why don't i have a third ear?".But as man grows older,he loses his ability to question,he ignores it.He just flies through life,not bothering to stand,analyse and question,because it's just a waste of time.He wants to get on with his life,wakes up every morning,finishes his job,runs back home.He wouldn't dare to question "why doesn't the goverment do anything about the bihar floods?",because it's not related to him,its not his job.
I cannot generalize,but i can say,the greater proportion of the people fail to question.If it has been a long time since you questioned,look at the mirror now,and ask yourself"Where do i stand?","What do i look forward to everyday?"..you will discover a lot.

A Poem.happier one:)

This is something i thought of while sitting through 2 treacherous classes of management (why do engineering students need management at 5th sem..!!!)..

Silly as we always are,we smashed cake on his face,
Croaking the birthday anthem.
Garrulous crowd,the rest of the world didn't give us more than a gaze,
he deserved it,he was after all,the rarest GEM.
He expressed the immense joy,
Excited as a naive young kid.
Engulfed by all the love,he suddenly became coy,
Shying away from us,he ran and hid.
After all the noise died down,he curiously looked out,
Slyly,he gulped down the cake,without fail,
satisfied,happy and content, he wagged his tiny tail..:):)

One of a kind..

I am elated.We just completed an arduous monsoon trek,through the rains,compelling ascent,with the heavy bag packs,with our new companions .Phew!seems like I have completed one of my nine lives;)

Leaving at 10pm on a Monday night(21st,July,'08),a relatively boring bus journey,we reached belthangadi at 6 am.An energized bunch of teenagers hijacked a small hotel for breakfast,temporarily satisfying our voracious appetites with three small white idlis.While waiting for Ganesh(main coordinator) and the seniors to settle their differences with the Range forest officer(R.F.O),sushmita,vivek and I did a little exploring on our own.Our first pit stop,the tranquil,fresh running water stream.My selective vision was functional,choosing to ignore the polluters of the stream,a bunch of illiterates washing a red,ferocious-looking lorry,an old man taking a bath(assiduously ignoring us),a determined housewife beating the clothes against the rocks.Our second pit stop was an eye-opener.A beedi factory.The silent tobacco killer.None of that mattered now,we were just overwhelmed by the sweet,warm smell of tobacco.The production house came to a standstill as everyone pitched in to explain to us the process of production .From the sacks of raw materials(the leaves from madhya pradesh),to rolling them systematically into Small dia cylinders,and finally heating them.We were taken aback when he gave us a numerical figure of production in a single day.An unbelievable .9 lakh beedis!!Somewhere in between the good and bad,I was left undecided on my take on tobacco.
For some strange reason ,the R.F.O refused to give us permission to trek,he thought we would distract the wild ass/bison from mating.Convincing him took half a day and we got the sheet signed at around 2 pm.While waiting for the bloke to sign the sheet,sushmita,vivek and I were taunted by bird calls,spotting these small,intelligent creatures was harder than i thought.Tired of bird watching,we made a nice bed on the stones and gravel ,to lie back and watch the passing clouds and eventually doze off..
Two jeeps came to our rescue,transporting us to the starting point of the trek at around 3 pm.Starting at a comfortable,happy pace, we began our long ascent.Then some discomforts long the way,.Initially it was the bag packs weighing us down...hmm,still we managed.Then came the dedicated blood suckers(leeches)...still managed it.A slight drizzle down our necks..managed it.The threatening downpour that followed..on the brink of losing it.Finding some solace in the discomfort,we were in a position to appreciate the white sheet of pouring rain which enveloped the entire jungle.
The intransigent leeches cried for our attention .Like an infuriated mob,we irately tackled them.Vivek's leech gun(a water sprayer filled with dettol water) seemed least effective ;).Salt,the most effective.I believed in hardcore violence of pinching them out(hoping to eviscerate them).Enduring the pain and living the pleasure,we finally reached the first peak...breathtaking view.Worth all the pain,worth all the trouble.I was absorbed by the beauty of the view.I couldn't help whimsically pondering that if i jumped a little higher ,I could touch the clouds :):).Pandemonium broke when the seniors realized that 3 juniors had lost their way up.Using prehistoric methods of calling out(no GPS), we were one big Happy family of 23 again,but putting us 2 hrs behind schedule.We then started the trek to our destination ,the Lobo house,8km still ahead.
The retiring sun and misleading paths made our destination seem impossible.Our human instincts and common sense helped us take the Right decision.It was humanely impossible to camp anywhere,its was rainy,cold and the thirsty leeches were waiting for us.After much contemplation and arguments,we decided to trek all the way back retracing our steps.
With one clear goal(to reach the jeep trail) and glowing torch lights ,the 23 of us set on the journey downhill.Oblivious to leeches feasting on us ,Vivek and I tried to alleviate our pain by talking about everything else under the sun.A late 10:30 pm,we finally reached the jeep trail.The blessed nurse that i am ;),i brutally pinched the leeches for some of the others as well.
Thanks to China,we had a nice, hot dinner of Maggi noodles,The best ever!!.Unable to even sit any longer,we retired for the day. A fairly unpleasant night led to a more relaxed morning.
An unsaid decision was taken,looking at our languorous bunch,No more trekking!Idling the day by the stream,the inspector bungalow ;),satisfying our taste buds with anna smabhar,we thoroughly enjoyed it.Jeep journey back to Dharmastala,dinner at the temple and a bus ticket to bangalore at 10 pm,the adventure had come to an end.The bus journey draws a genuine smile on my lips...warm and very comfortable ;).

A complete adventure,unexpected,startling and one of the most memorable! :)

creative madness...

To pass time through deadening classes,I doodle ,Doodling-the little applauded art.
Doodling is exercising the hidden creative side in you.You reflect your moods in your doodling..i could make any one's mouth water with my doodles in the hour before lunch.=).Graphology also applies to doodles,little did i know that my leaf doodles imply I'm obsessed with beauty.*which is most certainly untrue ;)*.
Doodle actually means 'fool' in German,it's comforting to now know my connection with it..,But its a pleasant thought that John Keats too,drew flowers during his medical lectures....wondering if i might turn into a literary genius..=).
Doodling is so addictive,I can't even stop doodling while i am on the phone..It's almost a curse..I can't stop..aargh!..
So calling all doodlers..lets bring about a revolution, leave your impression*on the paper*,lets change the way the geeks think, lets give an iridescent hue to their numb brains.=)=)..

Champions till the end..

We were soaked in sweat,our feet in a constant hypnotized motion,following a pleasent rhythm.This continued for a whole 10km!! Sunday saw bangaloreans wake up early to run the sunfeast 10km marathon.Run maadi run!!
This was my first time..i don't even remember my thought process when i said 'yes' and registered, excitement got the better half of me.:) for a person who could do a maximum of 6km with a little walking and halting,I thought 10km would be a cake walk.O boy, it got hard.
We assembled at the G12 holding area at 8:30 am.People streamed out once these flood gates opened at 8:45.It was a ridiculous sight,but we were a part of it:).This had acute resemblance to waiting for a darshan in tirupati,Adarsh even shouted' Venkataramana Govinda..Govinda':)
Like excited kids,we did a countdown from 8:57,anxious as the seconds passed us by..9:00am and people started running like they were being chased by carnivorous animals.Adarsh,vivek and i started out at our own pace.People suffocated us from all sides.
The first 2 kms was energetic,people were still enthusiastic,some with such pronounced determination, and a few(like us) who didn't stop shouting.As we progressed, the number of people running decreased and people started walking.It was a run and we vowed never to stop running.We cheered on those who were walking.Adarsh's crazy yelling at intervals of "bolo bharath mata ji..jai!" was fun,it woke up the dead serious runners from their graves.:)
People were running for various causes,some with slogans printed on their t-shirts,
'Running for street children','runners for life' and even 'Running for children',I couldn't help but wonder here,whether that man thought running helps in fertility;)
After crossing ulsoor lake and back to MG road,the spirit almost died,but happy optimistic runners that we are,we continued.After the 8km mark,I almost gave up...on the verge of giving up,but my will power kept me going.:):) If it wasn't for Adarsh and vivek,I think i would have stopped and walked.. Godsend angels!:)
Vivek was on a mad mission,to get captured by all the cameras.His eyes lit up each time he heard the choppers,he jumped in front of every camera..I actually feel sad he didn't come on TV..<**probably the editing crew saw too much of you**:)>

The feeling of relief was enormous as we steered our way back to kanteerva stadium,with only 1km left..it felt like coming back home.I pushed myself to the finish and it was the best feeling when i did!.The satisfaction of having 'RUN' the entire 10km gave me a high!.And thanks to you guys,who pushed me till the end..WE DID IT!..and congrats bangalore,you did it!!

**Hard to believe,I am looking forward to the half marathon in November..I might just be able to do 21km!!:)**

Under the cloud...

These are a few of my poems.I guess i was in one of those contemplative moods.

Morning,noon and night,
365 in succeesion.
Through this monotonous journey,with no respite,
only left with boredom and frustration.
Unfortunately, the scientists have failed,
to find a way to freeze time.
Stuck in this vicious cycle,forever jailed,
only to be surroundedby muck,filth and grime.
The sound of the ticking clock,
haunts me to my grave.
but my consicious gave me a hard knock,
It is ultimately my life i have to save
Staring at the racing minute hand,
a sudden inexplicable might spurred me
I smashed the clock to its components
Sadistic pleasure in the midst of laughter and glee.
Time is an universal entity,
but it is you who can give it a personal identity.

WORRY
The biggest epidemic has surfaced again,
the word says enough to make people blanch.
Jittery feeling and the shivers begin,
It is impossible to avoid,it starts to rebranch.
The venom it infuses is painful to tolerate,
it clouds the mind,breathless in a closed space.
The virus worsens the mental state,
At the speed of light,it gives rise to its race
The only way is to ignore ,
Ignore the cause and consequences.
Dig out all the little worries starting from the core,
and bury them in some place safe like normal corpses.

Its a little too absurd..well that's the way i write.=)

Pity...

Pity that i am an engineer,pity that i belong to VTU,pity that it remains in the same unchanged,pathetic condition ever after 9 years.
The excitement of understanding a concept,the excitement of its application.The intellectual stimulation got by contradicting ideas.The Independence achieved in technical thinking and reasoning structure.Pity that VTU students don't experience it,pity that they don't want to either.
I unfortunately belong to this blind army of students who refuse to QUESTION.This is contrary to the belief of researchers who claim that the Y generation(us) questions and then reasons out.
The lecturers force it down our throats,a stodgy meal of nutritious and fattening food.Nutritious,the subjects we need as engineers,scientists;and the fattening-obsolete subjects which don't help us in any way,only burdens us.We just chew and re chew on it,without questioning.We just ACCEPT it.We just soak the sponge with four months of material,then squeeze it clean for the next four months.Unfortunately,retaining nothing at the end of four years.What makes us more knowledgeable at the end of it?..the laminated sheet of your degree?
I don't blame anyone.The system seems self-sufficient.Lecturers who fail to inspire,with brain dead wannabe engineers who dream of only lucrative salaries,the comfort with which the system is running makes sense now. I haven't taken my stand on this issue,the money beckons me and the knowledge stimulates me,craving for more.I am divided and by taking my stand,I will only be a hypocrite. But i took a vow,to QUESTION....
to replace the sponge with a book..

I walk into the unknown

I am surprised. Sometimes my mind takes complete unprecedented control over my body.I woke up to an idea which use to perplex me before,but my mind forced me into doing it......BLOGGING.
I never got the concept of writing in a virtual diary,it isn't oblivious enough.But something kept prodding me,relentlessly,to write,to express,to share..irrespective of whether anyone reads it or not.I realized that i could lessen the burden on my mind.Instead of having to annoy a whole bunch of my friends,I now choose to selectively annoy them .
The ignored book is my mind,closed for too long ...by me.I am going to suffocate this small nook of Internet vastness, with my weird,wacky and completely unheard of theories....enjoy!=)