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And we talked... 2008-02-06 13:31:00 Last hours of the midnight strolled by as I watched my mobile carelessly fiddling with the screensaver.The deftness of my thoughts made me walk through the strange avenues where I hadn't even tried toddling.Different thoughts,few lines from some half read story,few stolen emotions from the past ,all mixed up ,trying to go candid on the paper.The husky voice of Bryan Adams flooding every part of my ear.Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt,the mobile buzzed.A name flashed on its screen and it restlessly pleaded me to help it kill its tremble.Something else was restless somewhere,deep inside my heart.The name I never thought would appear on the screen."Should I pick up the phone?What will she say?Or should I let the ring die after a while?".A thousand questions stumbled upon each ot
Space...In Love 2008-02-06 01:24:00 Love is allowing the other to be the way the other is...Yes, I did not need to and yet I went to Esprit showroom which had opened newly in my city, and blew up a big fat four figure amount. Another cotton frock, in yet another hue of brown was added to the already huge pile of single-piece cotton dresses. A few t-shirts and a pair of jeans made its way into the already cramped wardrobe. I had given in to this ridiculous, mindless extravagance after a good five months this time. The days in between were so whole with work and children that I had had no time to shop. That particular day I was feeling low and Esprit seemed to be a good mood-lifter.The shopping bag was supposed to be stacked away with clothes placed in their respective sections. But I was too excited on my new purchase and wan Read more:Space
Distant Dreams! 2008-02-06 01:19:00 The whistle blew! The first, the second and the third, slowly the train started moving on and everything seemed rushing back. She was walking slowly towards her door. A big smile carved out of his lips. She seemed darker than her actual complexion, her mascara and kohl had smudged and she appeared as a dark, petite figure. All of a sudden, he felt glorious. She felt cheated and lost. To him it seemed like his brain was emptied of all thoughts, the blood rushing in his veins had evaporated like water and not a drop was left, and his heart had stopped the regular lullaby of lub-dub. She walked like a directionless figure, gripped by her thoughts, chained by love, her heart squeaking for care and her tired body screaming for rest. For many others, this emptying feeling might have roused Read more:Dreams
Unconditional.. 2008-02-06 00:41:00 I've not yet seen my (only) niece Riya, in person. And it'll be an year before i could actually meet her and take her into my arms...Yet, not a single day has passed since she's born that i haven't seet her snaps... or her video.. To add to it, her current snap is the wallpaper on both my comp and my mobile phone...I really wonder, is it because she's my first niece, or she's my niece, or she's just like a cute l'il baby seen in every baby soap ad, or is it because of her that i became "aatya" (paternal aunt) for the first time?! Or is it because before she was born, me and her mother used to discuss the names and clothes and colors on the walls for her?Sometimes you just love somebody unconditionally.... How else could i describe my feeling for this little angel.. without even meeting her
Moving on... 2008-02-05 11:26:00 Anand is typing away the code to glory, the deadline for code delivery is not over for another 3 hours. He thinks that in another 45 minutes he shall be done.After patting himself on the back for beating the deadline, it is time to relax and maybe chat a while with friends. In the last couple of years, his online presence has taken over the remaining social life he had. However, Anand didn't mind it, for work drove him and he avoided attempts to indulge in deep friendships or relationships for the fear of goodbyes.He opens the browser and visits Orkut, its blocked on the company internet, but then a good geek always knows his way around that. On the Orkut homepage, he browses through the recent visitors section and pauses.Almost immediately, he feels uneasy and has an urge to move away int Read more:Moving
Bringing sexy back 2008-02-04 23:38:00 The first time I saw you I knew I was in love.It was late and dark - do you remember?The first time I saw you, was in that red outfit - stunning.It was at that party - the ones I usually don't attend.The first time I saw you, you saw me.We stood there for a whole minute, speechless.The first time I saw you, we talked, hours and hours.Night went, and dawn arrived.The first time I saw you, I fell asleep in your arms.I only woke up the next morning.The first time I saw you, we connected.I knew you were just like me and that we were perfect for each other.The last time I saw you, at that party - you were wearing that red dress. We talked for so long. We were perfect for each other. Do you remember?Where have you gone?
Its Just Those Rainy Days... 2008-02-04 23:11:00 Mischievous rain drops trickling down the window pane woke her up late one night. Still half asleep she lazily shoved the blind with one hand and peeked outside. It was still dark and raining heavily. She could make out the outlines of the street lights and ups and downs of the pathways through the dense raindrops.Then, all of a sudden, her gaze froze at the scene. She looked outside and a weird sensation surrounded her. She couldn’t bear to see the lovely rain any longer. She tossed the window blind back into place and put her head back on the pillow. Sleep was far from her eyes then. They were wide open.It was a the same window, the same rain and the same view except that it had been closer to dawn. There was some light outside, as the sun was struggling to come out from behind the clo Read more:Its Just
A Mail from Cupid ! 2008-02-03 09:20:00 Dear Tapas,Before I start pouring over you my sorry fate, please help your eyeballs through these messages:-Conversation-1 :Loving the "body"."Oh my love ,I love your hair so much.Just give me some time and I am sure, by the end of the year I will reach your heart.Till then-I am so in love with your hair.""Honey,I know.But make it quick coz there's someone else who loves my eyes and he is moving really fast.And by the way your six packs have reduced to four,that guy is trying for 8-packs !!! "Conversation-2:Loving the "brain"."I love my boyfriend so much.Do you know ,he is an IITian !""Hah ! Mine is in Philadelphia doing some research .""Oh ! You are so lucky.Your love is "better" than me."Conversation-3:Loving the "style""Cool man ! Your gurl's so cool.At least she knows the rite way to Read more:Cupid
I just watched. 2008-03-12 14:28:00 The newspaper laid limp in my hands as my eyes ran through the lines in a hurry.The first page flashed a big ad from some fairness cream-"International Women's Day"."Ya alright! You surely will be happy.",I smiled."Ting tong."The doorbell rang like it had woken up from a deep slumber.It was Sandhya.The little girl ,daughter of the maid."Bhaiyya ! Why is there so much crowd in that shop?".I looked in the direction where her tiny fingers were pointing.It was a CCD(Cafe ` Coffee Day) and it was packed with girls,jeans and tops and skirts and polka dots and all the latest wardrobe hits.They all wore coloured caps,and were shouting and hollering and hugging each other.There was no birthday cake."Celebrating Women's Day.",I replied."What's that?Is it like our Independence Day?",she asked."Ye
What Women Want - A Poem 2008-03-14 05:36:00 Women are shallowWomen are vainWomen, men feelAre often a pain.Now if that’s trueWhat’re you to do?I must ask thenWhat’s a woman to you?A mother, a wife;Or a sister besideHere are some womenMen walk alongside.We say we are equal,We say we are strongTruth of the matter is;We are rarely wrong!What do we want?You ask us today,Will you ask again tomorrow?What happened to yesterday?Are you ready to listen?That list runs longNo expense necessaryBut you must be strong.We want love & respectNot be spoken down toSome understanding $ compassionFor the work that we do.We play many rolesWe try not to hurt,We pretend to be strongWhenever you are curt.We say we are equalWe say we are strongTruth of the matter isWe are sometimes wrong.We want to be cherishedThought of as wiseA compliment from y Read more:Women
Her chronicle! 2008-03-17 03:47:00 At 5, she loved her mother.At 7, they wished they had a son... At 10, she loved her father.At 12, they prayed to have a son... At 15, she loved her best friend.At 17, they thought they have had enough of her... At 20, she loved him.At 22, they said, ‘She’s gone! Ah! Finally, we’re done!’... At 25, she loved his family.At 27, there wasn’t a sign of her... At 30, her father was queer, her mother looked wretched, her friend sought justice, he loved his new bride, his family was counting money... All what remained of her was a broken, melted bangle, a charred piece of her sari maybe, a little ash and lots of dust in that barren, burnt, ruined house, struggling with loneliness.
My Flesh, My Blood 2008-03-19 15:09:00 Have you ever seen a ship drowning in the sea? When the violent sea tries to drown the ship, the ship protests. It pleads with the sea to give it another chance, just one more. The cries of the people aboard the ship drowned by the tempestuos fury of the lightning. Rain lashing out on the deck as the violent sea steers the ship in random directions. For an instant, it seems the angry sea is moved by the cries and has decided to let the ship live. But then the next moment, the surface of the sea swirls violently drawing the ship into it. The ship goes down silently, with everything it holds within, as if melting like ice into the mysterious icy depths and then it is lost forever. As it lies on the bed lifeless, what does the ship think about? What does it feel now that its saviour has destr Read more:Blood
Night 2008-03-18 15:36:00 NightLightsCarsFast moving carsLifeCycleGoing downStreet lamp glaring with all mightGirls. Girls on a selling spreeNeons, busy.Dogs from the other car looking at mePeople busy to goAmbitions, fulfillment.People going far awayWhere are they going?Saw Anna, long time no see!Why?Busses,Miscarriage.Peace.Where art thou?Phone, talking endless gibberishNo point talking!Sarees, mela of colours.All of us,Moving. Read more:Night
Sad State of Bangla Rock 2008-03-21 19:11:00 Song - HurricaneYear Released - November 1975Singer - Bob DylanGenre - Folk RockA protest-song sung by Bob Dylan which was co-written by Jacques Levy, about the imprisonment of Rubin "Hurricane" Carter. Here Dylan makes his voice heard about the false trail and conviction of Rubin, describing it as an act of racism.Song - ?Year Released - Was to be released on 2007Singer - ?Genre - Bangla RockA man named Rizwanoor Rehman was murdered in 2007, there was lots of controversies related to his death. Till date numerous questions remains unanswered. But the saddest part is that the so-called Bangla Rock genre could not produce a singer who could create one Hurrican out of Rizwanoor.Many of the post-modern Bengalis swear by the names of these so-called Bangla Rock bands as if they are the Gods of Read more:State
She is Eighteen. 2008-03-20 11:48:00 "...all crumbled she laid, on the holy bed,shivers woke her up ,as her lips laid dead,she found her angel walk, through the open door,she saw the halo fade,as the nails marked the floor,spatters of blood on the naked,bare sheet,tears and confessions, I say,made it so complete,the echoes of her screams,keeping her alive,the puff of ecstasy she breathes-a placebo to survive?the silence of her cries and few broken promises ,the lingering smell of sanity in her hollow premises,the so called rules to follow,the so called call of the society,smothered complains,I say,the meaningless, so called dignity,life?huh !a razor blade and some pills,some pictures and some stills,a phone book and some friends,sorry starts and the dead ends,she is a girl,she is eighteen and turning,she should play with the
Feb 22, 2006 2008-03-28 22:23:00 2 Women, 2 ConversationsWatching Music and Lyrics… & Pop, goes my heart………………As I stand in the queue to get some popcorn for N in the interval, I see this girl... Standing right next to me in the café queue…Epic Proportions: I exclaim!What?I mean, those proportions could start off an epic… I… I didn’t mean they are ‘epic’… As in, no… yes, they are huge… but, that’s not what I probably meant in the first place… or, meant… but… All you guyz are the same…Come on…What? Aren’t you?Yes, v r! Earlier in the day, called up D… D (Panting) (waise, I luv the word… wonder watz its origin?!) :) ‘Oops… Guess I’ll call up later…’‘Shut up! Am in the gym’Oh! … Yeah, thought so…Of course! U did…Wazz
Cooks, Crooks... Or, Musicians 2008-03-28 21:57:00 I know the theme is 'Women'. And how awe-struck I am. Reading serious poems and abortion posts in this forum - I questioned which of their traits do I miss the most. The answer - Cooking. I miss my mom's great culinary skills, or my girlfriend cooking a simple daal-sabji for me. Today, as I was cooking all alone, I thought of sharing this great secret recipe as a tribute to all the women in my life, who've fed me for the past twenty odd years.And of course, to bring some smile to the grim we've managed to create this month!--Cooks, Crooks
... Or, Musicians. As T.N Seshan learnt that I was from Pallakad (southern tip of the Western Ghats in Kerala), he asked me which one am i? I replied, am an MBA - you figure it out! However, your genes leave you seldom. My great granddad had a restaurant
Be my Woman 2008-03-28 13:28:00 Be my Mother woman,Borne me in thy womb.Hold me in thy tenderBossom, help me passThe troubled times.Be my Sister woman,Hold my tiny bodyAbove your head.DanceWith joy for the reasonThat you have a brother.Be my Wife woman,Love me till the endOf time.Bear me myProgeny so that I canBecome a proud father.Be my Forgiver woman,Cause slay I wouldIn your foetus,givenHalf the chanceFor a scion of man.
Music....hmmm...;) 2008-03-28 00:44:00 Rewind with Music
.Try this.Just the other day I was listening to the song ‘Making love out of nothing at all’ and I flew into my past…when I used to chat with Amit. We used to chat on the mobile for hours together. The whole bunch of those sweet and sour days mingled in my mind. It was like I was watching a movie in which I and him played the lead roles and the song was the director. That song did wonders. It actually rewound a particular time in my life which I can relate to strongly with that song because I used to listen to that song a lot around that time!When I listen to the songs of Dil Toh Pagal Hai…..they take me back to my 10th standard year…..they take me back to those times when we all so called 10th standard grown ups used to watch this movie again and again…..the s
Another Life 2008-03-27 18:11:00 She walks silently past, Unseeing, unthinking Her every muscle screaming in agony Her brain – a weight in her head Stars above her, twinkle softly, Unseeing, unthinking Shine down upon the earth, Shine on infinitely Lights streak by, cars racing, Unseeing, unthinking Notice the ragged beggar, Notice how she weeps The lamp, a solitary light Unseeing, unthinking Stays on with her, Stays a stolid companion The ground, broken, charred Unseeing, unthinking Slips silently past, Slips into oblivion Her tormentor runs Unseeing, unthinking Past the red light, Past the trembling victim Policemen stand around, Unseeing, unthinking Their batons dangling off their belt, Their minds blissfully unaware She stumbles up the steps, Unseeing, unthinking
The Last Battle 2008-03-31 14:32:00 The grey sky wears a pallid hazeA faint eastern glow soaked in rainI walk ahead, forlorn and so lostA broken soul, an empty mind trenched in pain'Twas the night, that hour of dinBlinded by hatred, fighting with blind compassionVanquishing my foes, spewing bullets in dazeI remember, those dying eyes and lolling heads so ashenDeath hangs in the air now, it moans and singsRavens and kites pecking at human entrails,The echo of gunfires has subsided, the war's now wonYet lost, a scared battlefield, as somewhere a mother wailsFor the nation's glory, I butchered many a soulNow, engulfed in ignominy, the soldier in me wanesI mourn the death of a brother, I mourn the death of a son,In the folds of silence, I now pray for peace, for love that remains. Read more:Battle
Beauty or Utility? Home or Office? 2008-03-31 07:49:00 If I ask the question “What is more important in life? Beauty
or Utility
?”, 99 out of 100 will say Utility, without even thinking. This is almost as if beauty were a negative attribute.After much thinking about a possible explanation, this is what I understand.The adjective “beautiful” has been wrongly used to describe so many ugly creations of man, that the mention of “beauty” sometimes brings negative connotations to the mind.Naked models dressed provocatively, walking a ramp, to offer cheap titillation to lecherous men (and women) for the sake of money, are often described as “beautiful”.The fair complexion has been “beautified” by those who wish to sell fairness creams.The cosmetic industry and beauty saloons are selling beauty.Several “ugly examples of beautifica
Matter of heart...... 2008-03-28 00:44:00 “A woman’s heart is full of secrets”, quips old Rose, in the movie Titanic. How I believe in this secret unfolded silently in the movie. Isn’t it true? Ask yourself women? I have always wondered how we all are capable of locking down our hearts with so many hidden feelings.Our unsaid thoughts, our untouched cravings, and our undisclosed likings…….where do they lie? In our heart, the safest place in this world! Yes we have understanding and loving parents, yes we have darling and caring husband, yes we have lovely and innocent children, yes we have the sweetest grandchildren…..but yes we have desires untold too.The secrets are too tiny and insignificant…but yes there are, and there are many. Some are everyday secrets, some rare once and some once in a lifetime kind of secret
A Sacrifice 2008-04-02 11:52:00 The sky bore a purple haze.The dust forming a silt,a clot of blood and anonymity.The silence of the evening slowly descending with an apprehension ,it was not so silent that afternoon.He looked at the sky,his back resting on the ground crawling with the dead and the half dead.The evening sun gazed at the world beneath that looked even more red than its countenance,there was more fire on the battlefield than there was in its chest.With shaking hands,he took the wallet out from his pocket;opened the flap.But closed his eyes;for the first time his unbroken courage surrendered .He couldn't look into those eyes that spoke to him every time he looked into them."God,I never wanted to, but you made me...I have no prayers.Give her the strength.She is all yours now...""Sorry for the promise,that I c
Only A Soldier 2008-04-02 06:49:00 He goes at the dawnhe comes back at the last hint of duskHe fights to save youhe fights to save meBrave at heart,raring to goHe is the son of motherlandWho puts his nation firstAnd himself secondHe knows what is to be doneHe thrives under dangersHe is the man of many heartsWho faces his faith without a frownAt lastHe didn't come in the dawnhe did not come at duskHe fought , he foughtHe fought for usMade us winnersLost his lifedied with a smileBecauseHe was only a soldier~This poem is dedicated to all the soldiers who lay their lives protecting us~
No title 2008-04-01 10:44:00 Green, landOwnersBuried, riddenPeople, common people.En masseFighting against ThemAnd They are colored, with RedTakenGuns, shells and cartridges.Protests, false fragile forgotten protestsWhile we sleep with ourWindow curtains raisedCrimson robes everywhere,MonksBleeding in their colorTurning RedThe whole placeTanksRoads blockedBig achievementsAnd we still sleep with ourWindow curtain raised.History repeats itself,They are colored!
Matter Of Heart..... 2008-03-31 13:13:00 “A woman’s heart is full of secrets”, quips old Rose, in the movie Titanic. How I believe in this secret unfolded silently in the movie. Isn’t it true? Ask yourself women? I have always wondered how we all are capable of locking down our hearts with so many hidden feelings.Our unsaid thoughts, our untouched cravings, and our undisclosed likings…….where do they lie? In our heart, the safest place in this world! Yes we have understanding and loving parents, yes we have darling and caring husband, yes we have lovely and innocent children, yes we have the sweetest grandchildren…..but yes we have desires untold too.The secrets are too tiny and insignificant…but yes there are, and there are many. Some are everyday secrets, some rare once and some once in a lifetime kind of secret Read more:Heart
Let The War Begin 2008-04-03 18:45:00 The war continues. And we are all fighting in it. But against whom are we fighting? We are fighting against Medusa. Her face changes every time. Hunger, poverty, corruption, debauched politics, casteism, misbelieves. She grows another head as soon as we curb one of her ugly heads. But she is not undefeatable! And its time for a change. We need to fight her together. Cause often we forget that united we stand divided we fall. So let’s not awaken patriotism within us on the national holiday. Lets be a patriot on each and every day. Cause we are the soldiers of our country. The fate of our country lies in our hands. Those millions of unsung heroes of this land. So, let’s make a difference. Let’s fight for a cause. Let's fight for India.
The Bottom Line 2008-04-08 10:52:00 It is universally known and accepted that you can't just kill a human. It is sin to. But you can defend yourself. Self above other. So we put ourselves in uniforms and simultaneously point guns at each other - self defense! Humans just love loopholes. We claim to fight for justice and truth. But who are we kidding? My dears, in war, truth is the first casualty. There can be no winning a war. Sure, anger and violence are inherent to human nature. But what good is it to be human if you cannot even curb your impulses for the betterment of yourself and the world? Nothing is impossible. Tendencies are malleable. War is evitable. It just takes a lot of love. Love is tolerance. And tolerance can replace war. Fogive me if I sound too idealistic, but ultimately it is true:All we need is love. Read more:Bottom
The pity of war 2008-04-13 15:25:00 My soul is dark and lonely,And I have a sullen mind.My lungs are dry with chalk,The charcoal of the land. My clothes are weeping dry,And I have but one last breath,My arms are weak with fatigue,Yet steady is my hand. My eyes stay strong with virtue,And my conscience rings of peace,My blood boils with anger,At the countenance of creed.My life flashes by me,And I remember not,My happiness or my loveBut the wars I have fought. My legs give way to fate,And my finger fires the gun,My quarry falls upon me,Somebody's teenage son.My head hits the groundAnd I hear a soft crack,My eyes whiten, then die,My little war is won.Fourteen days I lay there,Solemnly in peace,Until my friends came for me,One limb less for each.When I woke next morning,The radios chattered, TV's rattled,Our big war was won,B
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