Naav.

लहरों की गूँज से
लगने लगा कुछ अजीब सा डर
कोई और न था वहां
अत्तक गया मैं उस नाव पर

लहरें आगे बढती रही
नाव मेरी न बढ़ सकी
दूर दूर तक कोई न था
अत्त्का रहा मैं उस नाव पर

लहरों ने न रुख मोड़ा
मैंने भी होंसला न छोड़ा
दानव सी लगने लगी अब लहरें
पर बैठा रहा मैं उस नाव पर

P.S: My inspirations for this piece of work...

1.Naav,Song From Udaan। A song I've been addicted to it for over a month and a half now. Thank you Amit Trivedi.

2. Sameer Satija, a friend up here at SIMC. The man who understands and writes hindi poetry better than anyone I've ever known. Kudos.

3. Anup Bishnoi, the guy whom I don't know but whose blog I end up reading almost daily. Love the poetry, especially the ones in Hindi. Love the thought process, hope to reach that level some day.

Man.Woman.FOOTBALL!

A loving Husband's ballad to beloved Wife...

I will always let it go...

Even if you are mean…

You are my USA…

I’m your Robert Green…

I will put your interests first…

Because I know that’s the way…

I will be your Saurez…

If you are my Uruguay…

I will never let you down…

Expect a lot from me…

I will always fly high…

I will be your Jabulani…

I’ll break every monotony…

You’ll want to give me a kiss…

If life is like Spain…

Then I’ll do a Swiss…

I’ll respect all your opinions...

And accept every glitch…

I’ll never do an Anelka...

Even if you be Domenech…

If anyone ever troubles you…

I’ll hurt them with my knee…

They may be the Argentine…

I’ll be your Germany…

We’ll fight every hurdle…

I’ll take every pain…

Obstacles may be like the Dutch…

But we will be Spain...

Love? Football? Or Love for Football?

Note To Self.

~~~ LOVE what you write...stop over criticizing yourself~~~~

~~~ Write something daily~~~~

~~~ Talk to mom more often~~~

~~~ Try not to miss home so much~~~

~~~ Don't lose your appetite any further~~~

~~~ Learn everything you've wanted to. This is your chance~~~

~~~ Get your ass to reading. Its been forever~~~

~~~ Give poetry writing a break. You are compromising on quality~~~

~~~ Screw the schedule, Enjoy your weekends~~~

~~~ Love the people around. They're all awesome~~~

~~~ Play a sport ~~~

~~~ Try improving your handwriting~~~

~~~ Start a new blog~~~

~~~ As much as you love Pune, stay a hyderabadi~~~

~~~ Listen to music more often~~~

~~~ Keep yourself happy~~~

I Yearn For....

One last lunch with loads of junk...

One last lecture, just to bunk...

One last scribble in that all-in-one...

One last day, a day of fun...

One last game for settling scores...

One last game of sixes and fours...

One last exam and the morning struggle...

One last outing, an outing so subtle...

One last birthday, to celebrate...

One last submission, beyond the date...

One last treat and a cake on the face...

One last rumour, without a base...

One last go at dumb charades...

One fake story to the gate's guards...

One last struggle with tables and graph...

One last incident, to remember and laugh...

One last debate on the IPL...

One last wait for the ring of the bell...

One last chance to pull someone's leg...

One last result, for marks to beg...

One last peek into the memory lane...

One last summer, winter or rain...

One last chatter in our own dialect...

One last picture, a picture perfect...

One last laugh for a very bad joke...

One last dew, pepsi or coke...

One last secret buried in the heart...

One last hug, a hug to part...

P.S: This one is for my Loyola Ke Logaan :)

Another One Of Those....

Yes...I had moved on from 'HER'...we parted ways because a lot of complications came about and shattered probably everything...I did not picture myself with anyone else...at least not so soon...but certain things are never going turn out as you expect them to , do they?...

It was a cold chilly day in the starting of December...it was clearly the festive season...Christmas always brought a good feeling even if I never really celebrated it myself.

So, on that December evening, I was just roaming around with my folks, and thats when the unexpected happened...I saw a HER...and it was early December 2009 since when I started believing in Love at first Sight...I got a fraction of a second to just glance at her, and yes, my friends, she was mesmerizing, to say the least.

At that moment, she seemed like everything I need...everything I always needed and the excitement rushed in like never before...I felt like a 5 year old standing outside a candy store.

I decided I'll fight my fears...walk up to her, get down on my knees and say You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen...I love you...

So, with such a buildup in my head, I started walking towards her...my heartbeat synchronized with each step of mine and my walk was wobbly. In cricketing/sporting terms,I was off to shaky start! But hey, I did manage to talk...here's how the conversation went...

Me: Umm..excuse me...

She: Looked at me and gave a restrained smile *score* Yes?...

Me: --Sweating a little more profusely now-- Well...I..hi..I am..Umm..you're really gorgeous...umm...I mean...I'm sorry...I'll go...

She: --Looked straight back at me...more like an angry glare--*Own Goal* What? Excuse me?..Who are you? Wait don't leave?..Who the hell are you?

Me: --Okay..I'm really sorry...I just saw you from across the glass door and the first thought that came to my mind was BEAUTIFUL...so I had this undying urge to come to you and blurt it out but I guess I only embarrassed you and I'm really sorry for that...You won't see me here again..bbye..

She: Hey...wait...you din't commit a felony... in fact, thank you

-- Another smile...this time a broader one-- *Another score...I'm back in the game baby**

Me: I don't know If I'm going to sound like a complete Idiot, but after looking at you..I have started believing in love at first sight...I'm serious...I'm in love with you...

She : -- Laughing uncontrollably-- * That was a deathly blow* Are you serious?...First sight? Love?...21st century man!!

Me: -- Keep cool soldier, I told myself--- What has century got to do with your looks and my emotions? Do they have any indirect connection whatsoever?

She: -- Laugh turned into a serious face...sort of a disgusted look-- Okay..fine..maybe there is something like that...but I don't think it can happen to me...

-- She Didn't sound convincing--

Me: * Capitalize son! Now or Never* Look, you cannot tell that it certainly won't happen to you...it can happen to anyone...and it will never let you know before it happens...I didn't know it a few minutes before and a glass door away from you...

She: --Turning Away-- Look, I'm not like that...I can't decide in such a haste...and you've got to admit...this is crazy...

Me: Its called spontaneity...All I got was a glimpse of you...just one look...and I fell...trust me, it was against my reflexes...it was involuntary...

This conversation went on for a while...it was mentally very draining and I dragged it along for a few more days...eventually she gave in and said a YES in late December...

So, after 4 months of being together...I don't regret it one bit...neither does she...

Me: Hey sweetheart...

She: Hey --Smiling...And this ones probably the widest one I've ever seen on her--

Me: Let's go for a ride...

I knew from the beginning that things would work between us...I still vividly remember how it all happened...the first glimpse of her on the side of the glass door...and it was as early as then that I knew that things between us will definitely 'click'...

So here we are...together...and madly in love...at least I am !

P.S. She = Cannon XS120!

Where The Hell Are We?

It was a normal morning...seated in the second last row, I was wondering what I should be doing at that moment. The class had already begun and my head went about its routine job...wandering aimlessly. I can't recollect what exactly I was thinking back then, but yeah it sure wasn't what the lecturer in front was talking about. I don't even remember which class it was...direct taxes?...or maybe indirect taxes?...appoint the same lecturer for multiple subjects and this is what happens.

Coming back to my mind, I was lost like always. But this time I was staring, staring at the black board in front and that's when the lecturer stopped yapping for a second and shifted her attention towards yours truly[ if they knew i was the reason, a lot of last bencher souls would have blessed me...I'm guessing a few would have]. So, like a monotonous ritual, I was asked to stand up and repeat what she just told the whole class about some god damned section[I'm guessing]. Now, me being me, wouldn't open my mouth [Even if Ankur was prompting the answer from front]...I just din't feel the need to give her an answer. Yes, she's right, I wasn't listening to her class. In my defense, I would like to say...I wasn't really interested in the crap.

I began to wonder why are we going through such a crazy system of a stuffed up curriculum. How is it ever going to help us. A couple of years back, when I made my way into L.A [Loyola Academy...I just fancy calling it L.A.] I was told that the lush green campus was a very beautiful way to cover up the kind of hectic schedule the institution promises. Two years down, I can say with great confidence that I've hardly learnt anything in terms of the subject. This I say after 5 full semesters with an average of 7 subjects in each. In such a freaky system, all I remember doing was getting the lecturer to blurt out the whole of the question paper a few days before the exam...all in the name of 'important questions.' I'm not denying the fact that I absolutely love to receive 'important questions' but then they give away the glaring errors of the very system. Yes, even a 4th grader with a back breaking back pack will tell you how his exams results do not truly reflect his knowledge. So, who are we trying to kid with such a system?

In other news, my dear friend Jeswin Abraham Jose [yes, a mallu..what else do you expect in L.A ] sends me a text message that said lets cheer team India to victory today. Well, team India always takes you to the team led by Mr.Dhoni while there's a whole different sport that's apparently our national pride...yes, you memorized the name right, it indeed is called hockey and that's what Jeswin was talking about. So, this is now a cliche debate and I dont even know how Im going to contribute to it. Why does it take a bollywood's apparently inspiring MOVIE to get us hooked [probably for a week at the max] to what we chose to portray as our national sport? Why is there a lack of natural drive towards the sport? If we can see a bunch of men from all around the world [except Indians ofcourse] kicking a ball around, then what stops us from appreciating our own national sport? Why...why on earth is our national sport not in the helm of affairs on the sporting front?...Internal politics? Lack of Sponsors? Well, this is going to go on...World Cups will come...and there will only be a handful of Jeswins who will go onto cheer our team in this very sport. We will know what Dhoni ate for breakfast when he led the team to a T20 world cup victory way back in 2007, but we'll shiver and probably even pass out, if asked to name atleast a handful of the national team hockey players, at gunpoint. Such is our condition.

Coming back to the classroom, well, I still can't figure out what the last 5 semesters have given me...I still can't figure out how they'll help me with my future ahead. Oh yeah, the mark sheet will sure have a make or break effect but how much of it is a true portrayal of what I really am?

Yes, in a couple of months I'll be a graduate, A commerce graduate...but no one out there will ever know as to how much of 'commerceness' [ i just coined the word ] I have in me...No one!

Netaji Ki Zubani...

Bhaiyon Aur Behenon ( Ah! a fancy hindi start...I actually mean, "Listen Up Suckers!") Today, I stand before you on this podium from where I want to thank each one of you for giving me this opportunity and considering me to be fit for this post... I thank you all for your efforts ( Yeah...Thanks...You've done your job...Now its my turn...you can call it a payback if you want to). I want to take this opportunity to tell you that I'm here to help you people, to get us all out of the economic crises we are all going through and work hard to regain and restore our regular and yet very happy lives ( Oh Man! I can't believe I pulled this off. With just half-an-hour of mugging up, I can convince anyone on this Earth and even beyond with such bull crap ). I also want to tell you that I'm going to do my best to be a better leader and my only aim is your benefits...thats what matters the most ( Ofcourse, Not more than my bank balance). I also wanted to point out to you that I'm here with a special additional motive of beating the social stigmas which are sadly prevalent in our society even today ( Haha Kidding Again!...this was actually a part of my mugged up speech...forgot to say it back then...wanted to make sure I blurt these words out because I've heard that emotional fools like you fall for things like these very easily). I want to make it clear that I'm here with a clean state of mind and I'm going to be nothing like my predecessor because I've heard rumours doing the rounds that he ate up a major chunk of your money and did nothing for you ( Ofcourse, I'm not going to be like that jackass...Forget majority, I will eat up every penny you people own). I intend to extend my full fledged support to the police department and various security personnels by aiding them, in the quest to nab corruption and other criminal acts that are on the rise ( This ofcourse means I will corrupt the police officials as well and carry out criminal acts of my own. C'mon, the department belongs to me...they can't arrest me). After going through a lot of past data and statistics, I have come to an understanding that the literacy rate here is very low. I would like to encourage people to send their young ones to schools and colleges so that they can study and have a bright and colourful future ( And besides, I get 45% of the fees that you pay to the educational institutions...I call this amount the 'existence tax' for them).

Also, I would like to mention that the conditions in our remote villages and under developed towns has been saddening and brought me to tears. ( You believe this as well?? ) And hence, with such a rapid growth in the fields of science and technology, I propose to integrate these backward areas. I intend to provide electricity at subsidized rates and laptops to every individual in these backward areas. ( Now what the hell will you do with light and technology. I'll go with cheap liquor instead). I hence, want to conclude by saying that I'm here to bring about a positive change and change is exactly what we need to achieve what we want to. ( This one is for my desi-Obama fans...feel good about me now). Thank You. Jai Hind!

Underdog

They say you always lose…

They say you always bruise…

They are men and you are log…

They say you’re an underdog…

They say you can never win…

They say you are like rusted pin..

They tend to sprint while you always jog..

They say you’re an underdog..

They always put you down…

They wear a tux while you’re in a gown..

They claim to be winter, while you’re just the fog…

They say you’re an underdog…

They say you’ve got nothing in you..

They’re the pros and you’re very new…

They hog the limelight while you tend to slog..

They say you’re an underdog…

What they don’t see is your urge to perform…

Your mettle to face up to the fiercest storm…

They know you can even make them clog…

And yet they say you’re just an underdog…

P.S : This is for all those people/teams who never start as the favourties, who never look as the potential winners but nevertheless continue to proceed with what I could only describe as indomitable spirit and achieve what they are never expected to achieve…I admire you!