This is the poem I wrote for her birthday...
The bloom of an angel
The early morning rain that embraced,
exalted me to witness, the sun that shone…
above the peach basked clouds.
An expression unknown billowed,
I laughed at what they exclaimed as beauty.
Your rubicund countenance I perceive,
to leave the nature disgraced.
A wish I made to behold,
what made the veil of dawn so enticing.
Beauty that impregnated radiance.
Life, that my dreams craved for,
a sight of you…
Beauty that can’t be left hidden or unseen,
let death encompass me…
if the futile worlds aren’t overwhelmed.
The innocence in life,
the fragrance. The brilliance…
that took form this day.
I beseech the moon drenched silver,
to have patience,
for it may see your blooming eyes.
I beseech the nightqueen,
to embody the rapture of your fragrance.
I demand the gods.
why the penury of the blessing…
to witness the spring of beauty.
Whatever the life may now offer…
the distress still lingers.
I wish to go back in time,
to erase the plight…
to sight the birth of exquisiteness;
the birth of the seraph, that built a reason for my dreams.
26/4/08
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
The videos
the following are some vids of mine.
the first 2 are of the 'kokkoroko gomango' fame...the troupe as we call it. the performances were at Razzmatazz and Valentines day at NIT-C
the rest are 2 stupid vids i made myself long long ago in my room
the first 2 are of the 'kokkoroko gomango' fame...the troupe as we call it. the performances were at Razzmatazz and Valentines day at NIT-C
the rest are 2 stupid vids i made myself long long ago in my room
Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Muteness and cuteness
Muteness and cuteness:
Whoever brought into existence the concept of ‘cute’ or ‘kyooooot’ things didn’t realize he had just invented the biggest implosion artillery in the world. The way these girls who try to be cute have created a cult of their own, which has the following commandments to be practiced:
Eat like a bunny: the food eaten must be of bright colors and drinks should be health conscious ones.
They don’t eat to satisfy their hunger, but rather mince at every bit and drink in sips in public. Mouth shouldn’t be opened wide in any circumstances, in either talking or eating.
In case they eat with the spoons, spoon should contain only a ¼ fill. They chew more than required like a cow that tries to look intelligent while ruminating. They follow the rule of ‘thoda khao, thoda pheko’ to show that they eat less, which we suppose to be the secret of the figure, which is the most important investment in life they make to attract the idiots.
Pouting: Well, sb said, if you don’t understand what the person oppo is saying to you, smile to show your agreement. These cuties take that to another level, where pouting seems to remind them of a rose (the assumptions that the empty head makes) and is followed by a smile that makes the desperate drool. This is the most commonly used trait which never seemed to fail over the years, and these cuties get pro at it every time.
Pouting is used best when the girl shows resentment over sthg u’ve done, and the expressions dons the look of a pug that had just found you not rubbing on its back.
Acting dumb: This is the easiest of the commandments, where they are of their true selves. The lady makes you thus talk more to her saying she hasn’t understood what u said previously and thus keeps your attention to herself. Once, she’s got the attention, she’d smile and pout at the end of every sentence you say, even if that never made sense or you were just playing mute by moving your lips. She’d never take her eyes off you to make you feel uncomfortable till the dumbass at the back of your head says ‘she’s attracted to you, what if we could make out!’ She’s been successful at the process when she switches you on.
They wear this blank expression at every thing you say, for we know, smart ppl respond…and their sole intention here is to resemble a teddy bear, and thus make themselves presentable in a huggable, cuter manner. Whoever made the first teddy…$%*%&%($@ !!!
Talking or acting kiddo: This itch-in-the-undie kind of an act involves their talking like a 4 yr old, swallowing syllables and stressing statements. Some common phrases are: ‘choo chweet, ohhh luuuvvvlee, ohh that’s nicee. The trick is to never offend you, thus all they make are positive statements.
Using ‘ma for my’, momma for mummy and the ever used ‘thinkin, doin, sleepin etc, where they found the ‘g’ at the end too middle class.
Bloody @$%#*$.
The worst may be the expressions of vociferation. They go like ‘oh’ and keep their mouths open for a whole century to even let the flies over their mouths get confused if that thing open was a mouth or a sewer hole. The same goes with ‘ah’, ‘oo’, ‘aahaa’ etc. The most irritating part that creates the biggest implosion in your stomach and gives rumbles in it, enough to make you get the feeling that ‘maybe Nagasaki was a woman, and they did the rite thing nuking the b*%$%’ is the whining part. They whine like those dogs that have both piles and loose motions at the same time. The sound pierces you, makes your belly button vibrate and tickle from the inside.
Blinking: This asinine act came into existence after the animation industry started; the way the eyebrow’s of snow-white fluttered made these ‘snow-job donkey eyes’ imitate that. The bland smile and the fluttering ‘beauty parlor’ eyelids’ fluttering makes it seem like a mule flirting with you.
Movements: These beaut’s move like they belong to a different space time universe where everything is in a slow motion giving enough time to take care of all the things that weigh how they look, like dressing their hair or sitting carefully as if there was a mine underneath or talking as we were alien to the language they speak. The most irritating is the wrist movements they make, trying to imitate grace of the dancers…and the walk called the ‘cat walk’ as if a drunkard was tested to walk on a straight line. They seem to have no rush at all and were relaxed and pro at everything…no rush even when they’ve loose motions. They make it a point to clean the spot over which they sit, like they were born laminated and a speck of dust may ruin their appearance of a fairy.
The rest of the cuteness is derived from owing pink teddies or attaching soft toys or huge baubles to their key chains and bags or examining every leaf or flower like they were suddenly smitten by the complexities of the nature.
So, I guess…girls make a datum of cuteness by the teddies they own or watching animated movies where they make the heroine is made beautiful to sell. The dumb muteness, the blinking and the sniggering and excessive touching you and bending add the icing. The whole point I guess is to make a statement that ‘Even I exist, so you better look at me’.
This is not the case with a select number of dim wits, but every girl does this, knowingly or unknowingly. They would never try to lose a chance to impress you. So, the next time you are sitting with a girl, try to point out these harebrained acts and laugh your ass off.
God have mercy on these fragile china glass beauts’s that were given the brains of the size of an almond, only because they could never handle more load in the skull.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Hope soap
Hope soap
There may be only one question in the world that hits you like a bullet, piques you to the unimaginable core and brings in a wave of self consciousness and inferiority complex.
It is “have you taken your bath today?”
The answer as we all know, for we have all undergone this twinge of remorse, is an all time “yes”, no matter even if you were stinking like the fart of a sloth and were the bag of disgust.
It is gloriously remarkable how a human being still attempts to make up and convince the meddlesome sniffing human dogs.
I find it hard to accept the fact that the guys (mostly) still stretch out on the faces of others standing by knowing that they are stinking. The sight of it even makes me pass out in a second. Living in
But some times, the answer can swerve to an honest “yes, I haven’t had a bath” in cases with girls. I wonder if they take pride in the self assumed fact that they were fairies of some kind, and being fair in skin like a huge albino spot covering the whole body assume that they still look beautiful or atleast presentable in the gravest situation of not having had a bath for 2-3 days. The point they obviously want to emphasize is that even though they haven’t had a bath, their face looks gleaming as ever and that no stink to kill mice is emanated. Well ladies, its become certified now that we cant dare to sniff anywhere around you. Well, taking a bath might be a long shot in some cases, the non benevolent manage to exist in this shit hole without even washing their faces in the morning when they come to the classes. Whoever directed the movie ‘scent of a woman’ may have to re-think what he/she did.
The guys are not behind, well, they do make it a point to atleast wash their faces when they go out of their dwellings, but the patched faces (in dry climate) and wet stiff hair at ends near the face make it very obvious that they haven’t faced the most difficult part of the day of taking a bath. But atleast, since guys are always after girls and they wouldn’t lose a chance to hit on them, however big a stud he may be, he would be kind enough to use extra deo or cheap perfumes to make it up.
However, it would be grossly irritating to go to work with sticky armpits being lubricated partially with talcum powder or sweat and half wet hair. The legacy of using worn underwear’s by the macho guys just adds more to the scratching part. I know of guys who were better in such cases, and never wore underwear when they dint find it clean and could still manage to go on for weeks in such ‘tickling and touchy’ situations.
Well people, I know that you have done everything that I wrote here, so have I, now lets be honest with each other and be generous enough to care for the fellow mortals and atleast not irk them with our stink.
Things to be done:
- Buy some soap, don’t share them and try to wipe yourselves with some clean towel.
- Please don’t wear those armless tee’s or banians on the road. It could be the next biological catastrophe.
- Buy some deo’s or we shall try and convince the government to supply them free in coastal regions.
- Don’t stretch in public
- Don’t think that I did all that I wrote here, its like blaming a salamander for its wetness.
Monday, February 4, 2008
satin pearls
Satin pearls
A drop of color that falls by chance,
blooming in water, the vigor and grace.
A trice of beauty reaches an impression;
elegance of the quillwort, silent waltz.
Silver eyes that pierce;
skin, chaste and pale as white fire…
hair, disheveled in frolic,
her heart, ever stayed in trance.
The white satin fairy that dances!
there, a descending angel!
Pellucid gossamer that drapes,
escatsy and charisma that font,
hair, never in reign, breezy…
shadows of the sprites set buoyant.
The shy smile,
like spring holding back…
sweet, tangible flow of white.
Who she was I wonder,
wonder what spell she cast;
The pristine white satin…
a gauze of snow.
Her frailty, posture…
enigma that lingers.
Evanescence of the nymph…
seizes the whirling heart!
-4/2/08
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The blessing called a sister
The blessing called a sister
The brewing silence,
The wearing darkness that seemed fate;
Secluded I was in a corner helpless,
hysteric fits I gulped down.
Like a shivering leaf in snow…
never did I endeavor to open my eyes,
desolation that broke my soul…
A startling hug that made me tremble,
Warmth I never knew of…
an embrace that helped me breathe,
the solace of love.
My broken soul you restored,
patiently and caringly…
Emotions I breathe in,
The soul of mine, the heavens sent…
the vignette of which your love gave form.
The delicateness of the nature,
how the petals uncovered!
On a fabric of life, though sewn apart,
a bond unknown built,
the common thread that’s never to break,
nothing of the worlds to part us.
The purity in your love,
exalted to the heavens my soul…
Magical devotion you offer.
The embrace that equals,
that of a mother’s bosom…
Inspiring my wearied spirit,
You show me the beauty in life.
You cup your hands for my tears,
You hear my prayers whispered.
You hold me through the path,
witnessing my subtle expressions.
How u read me, transparent my soul for you.
Teaching me how to live,
you help me in the pursuit of a smile…
sacrificing yours.
The worlds when left me,
You stand at the end of the tunnel,
a smile to warm my heart,
a hug to restore life.
Your arms ever stretched…
taking my despair as yours.
I pray the lord,
There mayn’t be a moment where,
I could be helpless not to deliver your wish,
or to not offer my life for yours.
Never can I part from you dear,
Never can I see a tear…
Naïve I may be,
I cannot express how I love you.
Never can I dare to open to you…
I fear a tear of love…
sight of which would shatter me.
Hope I shall to learn the art of love,
Wish I make, to live for you.
17/1/08
Friday, December 28, 2007
Snigger trigger
SNIGGER TRIGGER
Do you remember those ‘extra silly content’ Evil dead movies? Most of them contain these skeletons coming back to life and moving about with that fascinating grin and a high pitched laugh that sounds similar to a million mice being crushed.
Well, that remarkable experience needn’t be luxuriated in the movies anymore…we present to you, ‘the 20th century hip chic’s’.
These marvels may be thus available at the local malls or restro’s from evening 6 pm to 11 pm.
Well, here’s how it usually goes, a gang of gals…all with their hair loose, some jewelry or cheap baubles tied around their ‘spotless’ necks or around their waists (provided the size isn’t too huge that u may need a meter length belt). The components of such phenomena are: one who has a sleeveless top, and a cheap deo, which indicates the benevolence of the woman for the fellow mortals, another with a jeans and a pink tee with a pair of those branded brown shaded sunglasses bought by loans and borrowings, another called the ‘mobile fairy’ who never seems to get tired of the mobile, even if she wasn’t talking to anybody, another ugly one…the conscious girl who is extra smart and tries to compensate the looks with her orangutan mouth. Well, a few more specimens can be added depending on the location. For example, a pop corn potti at a movie or a shop bag mademoiselle with some branded covers filled with cheap clothes desperately needed to be stitched at a mall road.
Well, what ever they may do, its their merriment, I don’t care about that…but here lies the tormenting part. Why do they snigger like a bunch of hyenas ready with a plan for a practical joke? Of course, accompanied with those foxy looks!! Every time I see such a gang, the only picture that dances in front of me is that of a bunch of monkeys who has found a coconut and is soooo satisfied with their lives at that point, that they wouldn’t mind anybody killing them.
The chaste ritual takes place in a circular gathering and peeping about (obviously, with their cell phones in their hands) the place to scrutinize the infernal beings and then…hold on…if you think they bother to make comments about you…well, there’s a 63% chances that you are right, and ok fine…that’s acceptable logically, for a ‘dude’ dressed like a gypsy would somewhat attract attention. Well, that’s not the point of discussion, the question I pose is, why do they chuckle at every word? For every second? As if they were born programmed to howl like a howler monkey every few seconds! They seem to get excited for everything; a cute child and the expression goes “ssssssss waaaaaah, soooo cuuute!!! hehehehe”, a dress that they find window shopping, “ oooooh waaaaah!!! hehehe”, and don’t ever try to crack a joke, they’ll bring down the place with the roar.
Damn!!!
These scatterbrained expressions are usually implemented in their coquettish appeal to make their presence felt in the crowd; after all, the beauty parlor cost and the dresses they buy for that sacred occasion, must be compensated with some food or drinks contributed to the cause by some IT guys or college dudes who drool at the sight of any thing moving that can be gendered female. The guys are no less, every guy tries to don the look, rather called the expressionless face of John Abraham, with a mobile phone (a camera phn is a must), a pandi jeans with shades of green, copper, gold and even maroon; a pair of those Rs.99 worth imported glasses and a bike. The tee’s are usually the cheap Nike or Reebok or Adidas, in some cases, all the brands appear on the same tee shirt! The colors are florescent green or orange to easily distinguish these dandies in the crowd.
Great combo at work next. The chittar pattar chat at the coffee shop or a restro goes mainly about movies and the girls seem to be the best critics of all the elements of the movie industry. If only they used their flawless talent in the industry…phew!!!
But this is not sthg which you may call to be the harmless fun done once in a while, but it goes on everyday in the manner of an auto walla who picks different passengers, these girls pick different guys at different times of the day for food. Just think…food!!! Damn! Whoever said Somalia was in Africa was a fool…we have top grade imports from there.
But if girls were reading this ‘reprobate’ (they’d be swearing at me for sure) article, wud you please tell me…why you resort to such sleazy acts? I wanna know why you keep sniggering all the time atleast…
If only the parents are reading this, well…feed your girls…they seem hungry as the troupe monkeys, who get a morsel for each namaste they offer.
Do you remember those ‘extra silly content’ Evil dead movies? Most of them contain these skeletons coming back to life and moving about with that fascinating grin and a high pitched laugh that sounds similar to a million mice being crushed.
Well, that remarkable experience needn’t be luxuriated in the movies anymore…we present to you, ‘the 20th century hip chic’s’.
These marvels may be thus available at the local malls or restro’s from evening 6 pm to 11 pm.
Well, here’s how it usually goes, a gang of gals…all with their hair loose, some jewelry or cheap baubles tied around their ‘spotless’ necks or around their waists (provided the size isn’t too huge that u may need a meter length belt). The components of such phenomena are: one who has a sleeveless top, and a cheap deo, which indicates the benevolence of the woman for the fellow mortals, another with a jeans and a pink tee with a pair of those branded brown shaded sunglasses bought by loans and borrowings, another called the ‘mobile fairy’ who never seems to get tired of the mobile, even if she wasn’t talking to anybody, another ugly one…the conscious girl who is extra smart and tries to compensate the looks with her orangutan mouth. Well, a few more specimens can be added depending on the location. For example, a pop corn potti at a movie or a shop bag mademoiselle with some branded covers filled with cheap clothes desperately needed to be stitched at a mall road.
Well, what ever they may do, its their merriment, I don’t care about that…but here lies the tormenting part. Why do they snigger like a bunch of hyenas ready with a plan for a practical joke? Of course, accompanied with those foxy looks!! Every time I see such a gang, the only picture that dances in front of me is that of a bunch of monkeys who has found a coconut and is soooo satisfied with their lives at that point, that they wouldn’t mind anybody killing them.
The chaste ritual takes place in a circular gathering and peeping about (obviously, with their cell phones in their hands) the place to scrutinize the infernal beings and then…hold on…if you think they bother to make comments about you…well, there’s a 63% chances that you are right, and ok fine…that’s acceptable logically, for a ‘dude’ dressed like a gypsy would somewhat attract attention. Well, that’s not the point of discussion, the question I pose is, why do they chuckle at every word? For every second? As if they were born programmed to howl like a howler monkey every few seconds! They seem to get excited for everything; a cute child and the expression goes “ssssssss waaaaaah, soooo cuuute!!! hehehehe”, a dress that they find window shopping, “ oooooh waaaaah!!! hehehe”, and don’t ever try to crack a joke, they’ll bring down the place with the roar.
Damn!!!
These scatterbrained expressions are usually implemented in their coquettish appeal to make their presence felt in the crowd; after all, the beauty parlor cost and the dresses they buy for that sacred occasion, must be compensated with some food or drinks contributed to the cause by some IT guys or college dudes who drool at the sight of any thing moving that can be gendered female. The guys are no less, every guy tries to don the look, rather called the expressionless face of John Abraham, with a mobile phone (a camera phn is a must), a pandi jeans with shades of green, copper, gold and even maroon; a pair of those Rs.99 worth imported glasses and a bike. The tee’s are usually the cheap Nike or Reebok or Adidas, in some cases, all the brands appear on the same tee shirt! The colors are florescent green or orange to easily distinguish these dandies in the crowd.
Great combo at work next. The chittar pattar chat at the coffee shop or a restro goes mainly about movies and the girls seem to be the best critics of all the elements of the movie industry. If only they used their flawless talent in the industry…phew!!!
But this is not sthg which you may call to be the harmless fun done once in a while, but it goes on everyday in the manner of an auto walla who picks different passengers, these girls pick different guys at different times of the day for food. Just think…food!!! Damn! Whoever said Somalia was in Africa was a fool…we have top grade imports from there.
But if girls were reading this ‘reprobate’ (they’d be swearing at me for sure) article, wud you please tell me…why you resort to such sleazy acts? I wanna know why you keep sniggering all the time atleast…
If only the parents are reading this, well…feed your girls…they seem hungry as the troupe monkeys, who get a morsel for each namaste they offer.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Nailed!!!!
NAILED
Whoever invented the ridiculous idea of growing nails for a hobby probably never bought itch guard or they were infected with the idea and psoriasis, eczema or scabies.
I don’t condemn the ‘ingenious’ fancy of men or women growing finger nails, but what irritates me is that fully grown men growing a single finger nail, calling it a novel experience. And they never seem to get tired of it. Well, just imagine how it would be while you were digging your nose with it or caressing somebody…damn!! It’d be annoying. And the obvious problem of the common Indians who don’t wipe their bottom but wash it…well…it’s sure gonna be a pain in the arse.
The care taken by them for that ‘splendid’, ‘unique’ nail is outrageously risible. They festoon the godforsaken nail with all kinds of spangles, polish or even go to the level of applying mehandi to that hand alone.
What takes it to the horribly ludicrous stages is they take pride in the feminine decorations and start using their mothers’ or sisters’ hairsprays or flowers or nail paints and the disease seems to spread from the hand to the other parts too. Just imagine a swarthy, lanky jackass with a pink nail standing out and his face gleaming with self-exaltation. They effeminate to such morbid levels, that even girls start envying them and go about them for they somehow seem to like the company of like minds…hell.
The worst of all maybe the lipstick. Damn it!! They smear their ‘voluptuous’ lips which used to smoke cheap bidi’s or chew those beetle nut pans with pink/ maroon lip sticks that make those lips look like the bottom of a baboon. And they just don’t stop it there…they smear those wrecked lips over and over with it, say every time when he’d comb his hair.
The next comes talcum powder. Those guys would empty cans and cans for they come cheap. Where they may use it? Well, mostly the content goes into those dark, smelly, hairy armpits and over the hairy chest and belly and some even into the underwear to get rid of itching due to the sweat. The worst comes when they use cheap scent or the 1+1 offer deo’s over the talcum powder.
The ‘brave, daring’ dudes (dude? Is he anymore called so?) can try further to get pierced. Well, yeah in multiple locations which make em look sexy as they might claim it. Nose, ears, bellybuttons…oooomphhh what a sight!!!
Look, what a bloody nail did to the manhood. Tch tch tch…
Just imagine for instance what’d happen if all men started to take interest in these demented hobbies. We’d have a separate slot for the lipstick in the jeans, a comb up the sleeve, a mirror in the breast (well, this word sounds better than chest in this instance) pocket, pink wallets, and yeah…pink cigarettes.
Well…I don’t know abt the rest of India, but being from Andhra, I’ve seen this deranged practice here only till now. I hope its not contagious.
Whoever invented the ridiculous idea of growing nails for a hobby probably never bought itch guard or they were infected with the idea and psoriasis, eczema or scabies.
I don’t condemn the ‘ingenious’ fancy of men or women growing finger nails, but what irritates me is that fully grown men growing a single finger nail, calling it a novel experience. And they never seem to get tired of it. Well, just imagine how it would be while you were digging your nose with it or caressing somebody…damn!! It’d be annoying. And the obvious problem of the common Indians who don’t wipe their bottom but wash it…well…it’s sure gonna be a pain in the arse.
The care taken by them for that ‘splendid’, ‘unique’ nail is outrageously risible. They festoon the godforsaken nail with all kinds of spangles, polish or even go to the level of applying mehandi to that hand alone.
What takes it to the horribly ludicrous stages is they take pride in the feminine decorations and start using their mothers’ or sisters’ hairsprays or flowers or nail paints and the disease seems to spread from the hand to the other parts too. Just imagine a swarthy, lanky jackass with a pink nail standing out and his face gleaming with self-exaltation. They effeminate to such morbid levels, that even girls start envying them and go about them for they somehow seem to like the company of like minds…hell.
The worst of all maybe the lipstick. Damn it!! They smear their ‘voluptuous’ lips which used to smoke cheap bidi’s or chew those beetle nut pans with pink/ maroon lip sticks that make those lips look like the bottom of a baboon. And they just don’t stop it there…they smear those wrecked lips over and over with it, say every time when he’d comb his hair.
The next comes talcum powder. Those guys would empty cans and cans for they come cheap. Where they may use it? Well, mostly the content goes into those dark, smelly, hairy armpits and over the hairy chest and belly and some even into the underwear to get rid of itching due to the sweat. The worst comes when they use cheap scent or the 1+1 offer deo’s over the talcum powder.
The ‘brave, daring’ dudes (dude? Is he anymore called so?) can try further to get pierced. Well, yeah in multiple locations which make em look sexy as they might claim it. Nose, ears, bellybuttons…oooomphhh what a sight!!!
Look, what a bloody nail did to the manhood. Tch tch tch…
Just imagine for instance what’d happen if all men started to take interest in these demented hobbies. We’d have a separate slot for the lipstick in the jeans, a comb up the sleeve, a mirror in the breast (well, this word sounds better than chest in this instance) pocket, pink wallets, and yeah…pink cigarettes.
Well…I don’t know abt the rest of India, but being from Andhra, I’ve seen this deranged practice here only till now. I hope its not contagious.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Boundaries
BOUNDARIES
“Defeat is not bitter until you swallow it”-
Joe Clark
“Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye”
- (Frankenstein) Mary Shelley
Attitude is one of those few accepted words which have no fortune of consummation.
Steve Jobs, the founder and CEO of Apple and Pixar, was a college dropout, had worked on his projects by selling tin cans. He and Steve Wozinak set up the company in 1976, facing a lot of resistance. Jobs was fired from his company in 1986. He was back on streets. 3 months later Pixar is born. His ever burning flame of passion has never abated. His genius again came forth with the introduction of I-pod and I-tunes.
The heroes above…attitude and ambition.
The world has seen many such great personalities. The likes of Mahatma Gandhi, Pandit Nehru, Jack Welch, Narayana Murthy so on, are worth reading about.
Attitude chisels success out of a rock. After all, excellence is not a skill, it's an attitude. It is the attitude that makes us either the winner or the loser. The attitude brings in such profound and intense belief that everything that we pursue makes it "do-able". The British could have never believed that a fragile frame, half covered, without any weapons can fuel a freedom struggle by pursuing Non- violence or 'Satyagraha' and drive the emotions of the illiterate Indians to throw the British regime out of India. It was that "belief", the conviction and the most importantly "the commitment". It is promise which is made to "oneself" and to others. That's attitude.
"It is your attitude more than your aptitude that will determine your altitude"- Gary.V.Carter
We see people around us, all pretending to live, try very hard don't they?
We sometimes feel out of a place, as an oddity to the scene playing...until we discover the abode which was meant for us, something our own, something which was of us.
It is believed that artists and writers lead the most consummate lives, for they know of no boundaries in their profession and there is none to limit them, and for these are the talents not every one has and the ones who possess them realize them better and easier than others who maybe of a different class of itinerants on this path leading to ecstasy. In practical terms, Creativity and Innovation can be applied in every aspect of "doing things". Be it a writer, painter, theatre artist, corporate citizen, software programmer, architect or even a politician. The premise is "the sole purpose" of "doing things" and the benefit of doing things for self and the society as a whole. Each one of us has the responsibility to shoulder to contribute with that stretch of creativity and innovation.
The question is purpose. Are we pursuing it with that single minded dedication to achieve it or are we simple procrastinators putting it off for tomorrow or somebody else to take care of it. Have we defined the purpose of our doing it and are we adding value to it? Or are we living in a world of 'Make belief". The problem we face is that of lack of purpose and in absence of a worthwhile purpose. We follow a path called "unconventional" or "radical" which is neither of any benefit to self or to the society at large. It is such a sad sight to see young minds drifting away, despite the opportunities knocking at their doors loudly, screaming for them to "focus, innovate and commit" and to see them pursuing mundane and beaten paths, by personifying the "radicalism", by dressing themselves “unconventionally" and contradicting conventions in the name of being unconventional and drawing a blank.
What are we a worth of? How to realize what we were meant to be?
Emerson says:
“I shun father, mother and wife and brothers when my genius calls me.
I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle.”
The problem is the human race is suffering from a contagious and deadly disease of fear and intimidation and fear of failure. Defeat maybe temporary, but giving up is what makes it permanent.
We intend to reject our thoughts because after all, they are our own. We do not dare to say ‘I think’, but we like getting carried away by the current. Is it the fear of commitment? Is it the fear of sacrifice? Or is it that we were manufactured to be lazy?
The solution is a 3 word mantra-‘aim, focus and belief’, the solution to this reek of the lack of individualism, lack of faith. Our faith and perseverance shall reinforce our personality.
"Dream as if you will live forever. Live as if you will die today"
James Dean
Many at NITC look and feign frustration, cloaking themselves in hopelessness. But this is only due to the lack of ambition, a solid attitude and commitment. Anywhere is paradise; it’s only up to us. I do not wish to encourage effrontery in attitude, but in fact to show that in being unconventional (pursuing your expertise) you are doing nothing wrong. Suppressing your genius at the command of a stranger is stupidity. But beware, your path is yours. It was meant to be lonely. But timidity is no solution, it fact it’s a burgeoning problem.
Individuality comes into picture here. We must always insist on ourselves, never to ape.
Emerson says:
“Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare”
There would be no expectations from a generation if we do not live our terms of our innate lives, than living as a work machine to follow commands from the society.
Again I stress that I do not mean we detach from the society. We only need to free our minds. But in the end, it’s our belief that builds it all.
An attitude or aims to start with, focus to achieve the milestones and belief for our nourishment.
We must realize that the keys to our manacles are in our own hands, only if we could free our minds, we shall see that there was never a word called ‘boundary’.
Let us remember,
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all"- Oscar Wilde.
"The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but it is too low and we reach it" - Michelangelo
We, the youth of today are capable of achieving the highest as the opportunities are all around. The technology, the understanding, is with us. All we need is to re look at ourselves, redefine our “purpose", bring in the focus and the commitment. In other words, we need to redress our attitude for doing the right things, which is self satisfying with the topping of excellence and purpose and rededicate ourselves.
Finally I leave you with a thought:
“Beware of the tyranny of making small change to small things. Rather make big changes to big things"-
Roger Enrico- Former Chairman- PepsiCo
-Adhikarla Saket Kashyap
S5, CE
sak_saket@yahoo.co.in
“Defeat is not bitter until you swallow it”-
Joe Clark
“Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye”
- (Frankenstein) Mary Shelley
Attitude is one of those few accepted words which have no fortune of consummation.
Steve Jobs, the founder and CEO of Apple and Pixar, was a college dropout, had worked on his projects by selling tin cans. He and Steve Wozinak set up the company in 1976, facing a lot of resistance. Jobs was fired from his company in 1986. He was back on streets. 3 months later Pixar is born. His ever burning flame of passion has never abated. His genius again came forth with the introduction of I-pod and I-tunes.
The heroes above…attitude and ambition.
The world has seen many such great personalities. The likes of Mahatma Gandhi, Pandit Nehru, Jack Welch, Narayana Murthy so on, are worth reading about.
Attitude chisels success out of a rock. After all, excellence is not a skill, it's an attitude. It is the attitude that makes us either the winner or the loser. The attitude brings in such profound and intense belief that everything that we pursue makes it "do-able". The British could have never believed that a fragile frame, half covered, without any weapons can fuel a freedom struggle by pursuing Non- violence or 'Satyagraha' and drive the emotions of the illiterate Indians to throw the British regime out of India. It was that "belief", the conviction and the most importantly "the commitment". It is promise which is made to "oneself" and to others. That's attitude.
"It is your attitude more than your aptitude that will determine your altitude"- Gary.V.Carter
We see people around us, all pretending to live, try very hard don't they?
We sometimes feel out of a place, as an oddity to the scene playing...until we discover the abode which was meant for us, something our own, something which was of us.
It is believed that artists and writers lead the most consummate lives, for they know of no boundaries in their profession and there is none to limit them, and for these are the talents not every one has and the ones who possess them realize them better and easier than others who maybe of a different class of itinerants on this path leading to ecstasy. In practical terms, Creativity and Innovation can be applied in every aspect of "doing things". Be it a writer, painter, theatre artist, corporate citizen, software programmer, architect or even a politician. The premise is "the sole purpose" of "doing things" and the benefit of doing things for self and the society as a whole. Each one of us has the responsibility to shoulder to contribute with that stretch of creativity and innovation.
The question is purpose. Are we pursuing it with that single minded dedication to achieve it or are we simple procrastinators putting it off for tomorrow or somebody else to take care of it. Have we defined the purpose of our doing it and are we adding value to it? Or are we living in a world of 'Make belief". The problem we face is that of lack of purpose and in absence of a worthwhile purpose. We follow a path called "unconventional" or "radical" which is neither of any benefit to self or to the society at large. It is such a sad sight to see young minds drifting away, despite the opportunities knocking at their doors loudly, screaming for them to "focus, innovate and commit" and to see them pursuing mundane and beaten paths, by personifying the "radicalism", by dressing themselves “unconventionally" and contradicting conventions in the name of being unconventional and drawing a blank.
What are we a worth of? How to realize what we were meant to be?
Emerson says:
“I shun father, mother and wife and brothers when my genius calls me.
I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle.”
The problem is the human race is suffering from a contagious and deadly disease of fear and intimidation and fear of failure. Defeat maybe temporary, but giving up is what makes it permanent.
We intend to reject our thoughts because after all, they are our own. We do not dare to say ‘I think’, but we like getting carried away by the current. Is it the fear of commitment? Is it the fear of sacrifice? Or is it that we were manufactured to be lazy?
The solution is a 3 word mantra-‘aim, focus and belief’, the solution to this reek of the lack of individualism, lack of faith. Our faith and perseverance shall reinforce our personality.
"Dream as if you will live forever. Live as if you will die today"
James Dean
Many at NITC look and feign frustration, cloaking themselves in hopelessness. But this is only due to the lack of ambition, a solid attitude and commitment. Anywhere is paradise; it’s only up to us. I do not wish to encourage effrontery in attitude, but in fact to show that in being unconventional (pursuing your expertise) you are doing nothing wrong. Suppressing your genius at the command of a stranger is stupidity. But beware, your path is yours. It was meant to be lonely. But timidity is no solution, it fact it’s a burgeoning problem.
Individuality comes into picture here. We must always insist on ourselves, never to ape.
Emerson says:
“Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare”
There would be no expectations from a generation if we do not live our terms of our innate lives, than living as a work machine to follow commands from the society.
Again I stress that I do not mean we detach from the society. We only need to free our minds. But in the end, it’s our belief that builds it all.
An attitude or aims to start with, focus to achieve the milestones and belief for our nourishment.
We must realize that the keys to our manacles are in our own hands, only if we could free our minds, we shall see that there was never a word called ‘boundary’.
Let us remember,
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all"- Oscar Wilde.
"The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but it is too low and we reach it" - Michelangelo
We, the youth of today are capable of achieving the highest as the opportunities are all around. The technology, the understanding, is with us. All we need is to re look at ourselves, redefine our “purpose", bring in the focus and the commitment. In other words, we need to redress our attitude for doing the right things, which is self satisfying with the topping of excellence and purpose and rededicate ourselves.
Finally I leave you with a thought:
“Beware of the tyranny of making small change to small things. Rather make big changes to big things"-
Roger Enrico- Former Chairman- PepsiCo
-Adhikarla Saket Kashyap
S5, CE
sak_saket@yahoo.co.in
Monday, December 24, 2007
Triumph of chemistry
Triumph of chemistry
Matter, a fountain of marvel
alights from nullity, like a thought.
The composition we can decipher not…
The depths we can feel not.
The absoluteness of either…or the deeds,
I see not in any course of action.
Oh! The entropy, not a measure…a standard.
The bonds we build, always felt exoenergic
but the course of action demands its share.
Bonds…latticed by attritions, by prejudice.
The bond affinity was never thought about
The controller, the catalyst…avarice.
The frail life rusts to be termed tainted.
Coupling…a history, left to disintegrate.
The organic forms left to smother.
The rare metals gauge rare relations.
A carbon allotrope…termed a woman’s best friend.
Man satiates himself with aurum.
Alas! The poor elements
made of opposites…electrons and protons
never did churn love.
An electrical impulse sent to the brain;
Photosensitivity tested by a passing girl,
The hormones left to boil in frolic…
a wave of ecstasy sweeps both.
At shore, shorn of love…
Coming to senses, each demands its share.
An attempt to live…spoiled elementally
16/5/07- was a light hearted poem a friend asked for
Matter, a fountain of marvel
alights from nullity, like a thought.
The composition we can decipher not…
The depths we can feel not.
The absoluteness of either…or the deeds,
I see not in any course of action.
Oh! The entropy, not a measure…a standard.
The bonds we build, always felt exoenergic
but the course of action demands its share.
Bonds…latticed by attritions, by prejudice.
The bond affinity was never thought about
The controller, the catalyst…avarice.
The frail life rusts to be termed tainted.
Coupling…a history, left to disintegrate.
The organic forms left to smother.
The rare metals gauge rare relations.
A carbon allotrope…termed a woman’s best friend.
Man satiates himself with aurum.
Alas! The poor elements
made of opposites…electrons and protons
never did churn love.
An electrical impulse sent to the brain;
Photosensitivity tested by a passing girl,
The hormones left to boil in frolic…
a wave of ecstasy sweeps both.
At shore, shorn of love…
Coming to senses, each demands its share.
An attempt to live…spoiled elementally
16/5/07- was a light hearted poem a friend asked for
Thoughtless love
THOUGHTLESS LOVE
• The solace of numbness, the trance of rhapsody…a pulse of my throbbing heart in love with you.
• The seething waves, so taken by the full moon; rise and fall to get a glimpse of its love. The tumult in my heart…yet, all in vain.
• I am your shadow. Oh the loneliness of it! A hug it craves for; a whisper even so arduous, but to love you so dear…it lives in you…an obscure form. Wishes only to blend in you.
• Ah the beauty of darkness! Helps my heart to fall in love, than get mesmerized and be lost in your beauty.
• A smile of yours makes my heart palpitate wildly. It pangs with the plight that it cannot escape my form to reach you, if fears my life. Its madness so foolish, it doesn’t have the ken that I had none left when I filled mine with you entirely.
Random thoughts, demanding nothing, expecting nothing…vanity was the word.
• The solace of numbness, the trance of rhapsody…a pulse of my throbbing heart in love with you.
• The seething waves, so taken by the full moon; rise and fall to get a glimpse of its love. The tumult in my heart…yet, all in vain.
• I am your shadow. Oh the loneliness of it! A hug it craves for; a whisper even so arduous, but to love you so dear…it lives in you…an obscure form. Wishes only to blend in you.
• Ah the beauty of darkness! Helps my heart to fall in love, than get mesmerized and be lost in your beauty.
• A smile of yours makes my heart palpitate wildly. It pangs with the plight that it cannot escape my form to reach you, if fears my life. Its madness so foolish, it doesn’t have the ken that I had none left when I filled mine with you entirely.
Random thoughts, demanding nothing, expecting nothing…vanity was the word.
The melting azure
The melting azure
How the ethereal messengers charm!
A nomadic cluster, their placenta.
A thunder, the harbinger.
An ephemeral life to dry in the soil
A dark night’s rain…concealed.
An embrace so intimate pares the blanket.
Yet I beheld life, beheld love,
Through a smile of yours.
May boiling water calm on shoal,
But the tumult of love in me?
Oh! How dense of me for such a precipitation!
For my love seethes at every depth in me.
The brume holds me a vignette;
A visage no beauty can parallel.
A fleeting moment, a fleeting idol;
I freeze for myself; to bottle in my heart
A plant’s life I pondered for,
Hidden in the tenderness I knew not where.
I delved where mine lay.
So filled with you, I lost myself.
My heart more sensitive than aspen.
Take good care of it dear…
The mirth of these chiaroscuro’s
My love! Leave me not a castaway.
27/8/06- the faint drizzle that night made me write this, I was in fact dancing around in it…something you may enjoy when completely taken by something
How the ethereal messengers charm!
A nomadic cluster, their placenta.
A thunder, the harbinger.
An ephemeral life to dry in the soil
A dark night’s rain…concealed.
An embrace so intimate pares the blanket.
Yet I beheld life, beheld love,
Through a smile of yours.
May boiling water calm on shoal,
But the tumult of love in me?
Oh! How dense of me for such a precipitation!
For my love seethes at every depth in me.
The brume holds me a vignette;
A visage no beauty can parallel.
A fleeting moment, a fleeting idol;
I freeze for myself; to bottle in my heart
A plant’s life I pondered for,
Hidden in the tenderness I knew not where.
I delved where mine lay.
So filled with you, I lost myself.
My heart more sensitive than aspen.
Take good care of it dear…
The mirth of these chiaroscuro’s
My love! Leave me not a castaway.
27/8/06- the faint drizzle that night made me write this, I was in fact dancing around in it…something you may enjoy when completely taken by something
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