The 15h August, India speaks...

What is the date?
Oh! India's ill fate.
Ah! The 15th of August,
Day of utter shame and disgust.
And have I not forgotten
Slavery and poverty all begotten.

60 years is the time passed,
One after another, sped so fast.
Year after year, giving a holiday,
Just pray it is always one weekday.

Some say, "60 years and nowhere...",
Others bray, "What do I care!
After all, here's not where I shall live,
Two hoot is what I have and now will give.
Leave this place to earn and be good,
Go to paradise for riches and food."

Gandhi? Nehru? Bhagatsingh? Bose?
Who they are God only knows!
Some men, I guess, who helped India get free,
From the English clutches, so much, I can agree.

Politicians, cricketers, police all corrupt,
I wonder, somehow they never go bankcrupt.
Smelly streets leading to dirty roads,
Spewing garbage and beggars in loads.

And this is the only gift have been given,
Riots, terrorism; this is India-driven.

But can she not ask, "What about you
Nothing's given to me and lot is due
Have you put a better foot forward,
Or only let the condition be lowered?
Did you, as a citizen, play your part,
Or forgot your duties and escaped smart?

You speak of staying and settling abroad,
But do you know of my culture? I guess not.
You pinch me about my poor and my beggar,
But have you bothered and been a saviour?

My streets and roads lay there unclean,
But haven't you too littered and been very mean.
My politicians, cricketers, police seem dishonest,
But have you not bribed, in a way, even the slightest?

No answers now do you have for me,
No reason for me to care for thee.
But still, I will try and do my best,
For it hurts to see my children in such unrest.

12/08/2007

Buhuuuu Buhuuu

Guess what! I have no work again today... thought of composing a song but as of now not in a mood...
My colleagues went for a picnic(they call it a party) yesterday. I didn't :(. Oh come on now, I had reasons.
Robbins was angry. He asked me, a several times, to come .
Sometimes I behave really pricey... may be. But I didn't mean to though.
Anyways, I'm going to make a nice time-table for myself. I hope to follow it.
I just don't study these days. I had planned to start with .Net today but ...

I'm hungry too. But that's because I'm not doing anything. I just can't sit idle. It irritates me. Hmmm, so any ideas about what I should do today? Anything other than eating is accepted!

I read a nice quote on Contrapunto of TOI today. It says "If you are seeking new ideas, go walking.". Nice one, isn't it? So, expecting me to go walking? Naah! please, not today. Tomorrow. (I wonder when this tomorrow would come)

I have nothing to write(type actually, but I prefer 'write' since it gives me a feeling that I am 'doing something') but putting in sincere efforts to find something...errr...new.

Simultaneously, I'm even praticing typing on the keyboard without looking at it. I still need practice, a lot of it.

The cotton... high up

You seem like cotton
You're spread everywhere,
Unlike my dress's button
You hang in the air.

Then you looked so white
Like a fairy's veil,
Now you seem grey in light
Making staid and pale.


While all rush home
You laugh so loud,
Safe in your dome
Pouring out on the crowd.

Naughty like a petit child
Playing pranks to glory,
Spreading like the fragrance mild
Like grandma telling a story.

Teasing the land to bubble
To smell like musk,
Tinkling the leaves to sparkle
To shoo all husk.

Selflessly you do your job
To bring earthly respite,
Walking like you always bob
To disperse your elite.

There I can see the flower
Innocently flaunting its teeth,
Smiling at you since an hour
But hey, can you see beneath?

Hmmm...

I have absolutely no work today in office. I don't understand what to do.
So I thought of blogging, as a means to kill time...

"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity" - Albert Einstein

And will pass above...

I sit in the evenings by the beach,
Trying to figure out how to reach.
The sacred place that is your heart,
With lot of affection and some art.
Still convincing myself this isn't love,
Just a phase and will pass above.

I see you pass by the corridor,
The crave to talk to you rises more.
So I walk towards you,
Just to say a word or two.
But you look at me with those eyes,
I feel within those butterflies.
And thus I move away from sight,
But something within me is still in fight.
Still convincing myself this isn't love,
Just a phase and will pass above.


There you are talking to him,
I feel the burning upto the brim.
I wish I could pull you away,
And sit close to you all day.
May be just looking into those eyes,
And not realising how time flies.
May be just letting you talk,
While we're close and take a walk.
May be just sitting by your side,
And let my senses just slide.
But then again I move astray,
Taking slow steps my way.
Still convincing myself this isn't love,
Just a phase and will pass above.


Now I'm home far away in miles,
Trying to forget your sweet smiles.
Letting go of all I saw of you today,
And sleeping off on my bed lay.
There you go! I see you again,
See how all my effort goes in vain.
Guess what!You swept me off my feet,
I felt new vibes,new rhythms and beat.
And then you uttered those words with glee,
"I truly love you, do you love me?"
"Yes yes yes" I shouted and jumped,
Only to find my throat all lumped.
All I realised it was a dream,
Over is all the sugar and cream.
But now I know I am assured,
I felt IT now and measured.
This is LOVE, nothing else could it be,
What I feel when you look at me.


Aha yes its here its LOVE,
And I hope it'll never pass above.