I had no specific reason to carry on wid my poeting ventures...but I just had to write this one down.
I am not the kinda person who takes out an hour a day to write a poem; my poems are more often random thoughts that I accumulate and give shape to. And generally I have a habit of writing in my more pensive moods, when I more than a little annoyed and when I dont want to tick ne1 else off.
This particular poem came during one of my happier moods in a very unusual place-The Local trains. U'd think an hour of journeying in an over packed train is enough to bug ne1, but I found a lot of inspiration from the crowds for this one. Its called Colorblind.
Life is so full of colors
Each different and distinct to see.
If I were to describe each color with a verse
This is how my verses would be.
Dissapointment has a color; the color of black
it makes you realise what you lack.
Its the color of the night, when the sun is gone
but still it could give you the strength to move on.
Fervour has a color; the deep-sea blue
its the energy in the ocean, in the drops of dew.
It keeps you rushing and raring to go
it gives you motivation when life looks low.
Happiness has a color; a bright yellow
tis the color of a joker, who's a jovial fellow.
When you feel low, it makes you feel better
and a happy guy can always become a go-getter.
Friendship has a color; a lively orange
talking of the people with whom you've shared a bench
the people with whom you share your secrets
the feeling that leaves you with no regrets.
Love has a color; the color red
a feeling that is conveyed even when no words are said.
Its the color of togetherness, the color of 'we'
a shade you get when you merge two colors of 'me'.
Jealousy has color; a bright green
the feeling you get when you want to be mean.
Its a feeling that ignites a fire in you
its meant to burn your foes, but it ends up burning you.
Gloom has a color; of chocolate brown
it represents those days when you just feel down.
Characterised by a sad look and a distant gaze,
its just a point in time, a passing phase.
So life is a canvas, and you are an easel
So paint your life, and prove yourself able.
And When u you lose those colors in life and its grind
Thats when you become Colorblind.
Even before u ask, yes it is named after a song by Darius; but as u might hv noticed thts all I took frm da song. I decided to include one of my favourite lines in da poem (spot it urself), and also ordered it in a wierd way. I started wid Black, onli cuz its my fav color. I put red midway onli cuz u cant fall in luv the first or da last thing in life. N I put in gloom onli cuz chocolate brown is a wonderful color...no other reason actually.
Comments on different colors and feelings r welcum...mebe I'll add a few gud ones as well. So chao for now...
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
My muvie spree...
I recently went on a massive movie watching spree...everything I cud get my hands on, I saw. Sum gud english ones and sum hindi ones as well...and then I caught The Da Vinci Code as well. So lemme start by ruining sum ppls plans to go n c da muvies...
The Da Vinci Code is AWESOME!!!!At one time I thot Tom Hanks wudnt b half as convincing as I thot Langdon wud hv to be....but I was wrong; he was perfect in most parts. And I think the biggest surprise was Ian McKellen...I only knew him as Magneto from the X-Men gang; but he fit the role of Lee Teabing so perfectly that wen I go to see X Men 3, Sir Teabing will still linger at the back of my mind. The story has been twisted in more than one instance, but unless u read the book u might not even notice a diversion. Da muvie was filmed very well; all credit to Ron Howard (of A Beautiful Mind fame); da last part has been shown so perfectly that I felt sitting thru the long muvie was worthwhile indeed. Go catch it soon....
Fanaa is not gud...according to my sources. For some reason, even though the chemistry between Kajol n Aamir lingers on the screen even when u walk out of the theatre, it dint make a difference throughout the 3 hrs u spent watching it. The story, I hear, is highly absurd in bits n the ending, supposedly, is so unrealistic that my frnd, who actually caught the first show at a Multiplex for a massive sum, thot it better to stand up and leave than to sit n bear the brunt of the jagged storyline. For those who planned to see the muvie...Kajol is not blind; she is a spy who keeps tab on Aamir Khan, who is a terrorist; in the end both DIE!!! (If I have rained on someone's parade, its not my fault..!!!)
MI3 was also a big dissapointment. Considering I do like Tom Cruise, it was a huge dissapointment to see that he couldnt carry the muvie well this time. From the beginning, the story seems very blurred, and believe it or not, the main plot this time doesnt get reveled even at the end of the muvie. The Rabbitsfoot is this thing they all hunt for, and till the end its highly irritating u dnt knw what it is or wat it does....a very irritating way to suggest there may be MI4. But considering the beating MI3 is expected to take, they better think twice...
I also chked out X-Men 3...n I must say it was a better watch than most of my other ventures (exception being Da Vinci ofcourse). A very convincing plotline n put accross very well...I can onli imagine how interesting X-Men 4 might be (the muvie ends on an open note so a sequel doesnt seem impossible yet). Kudos to all the artists for an amazing performance (especially Ian McKellen, Hugh Jackman n Halle Berry) and yes,for those who havent watched it yet...its worth a second watch as well...
Now no more muvie watching for a while...bcuz I dont hv da time to watch them or type them down...so breathe free my frndz...
The Da Vinci Code is AWESOME!!!!At one time I thot Tom Hanks wudnt b half as convincing as I thot Langdon wud hv to be....but I was wrong; he was perfect in most parts. And I think the biggest surprise was Ian McKellen...I only knew him as Magneto from the X-Men gang; but he fit the role of Lee Teabing so perfectly that wen I go to see X Men 3, Sir Teabing will still linger at the back of my mind. The story has been twisted in more than one instance, but unless u read the book u might not even notice a diversion. Da muvie was filmed very well; all credit to Ron Howard (of A Beautiful Mind fame); da last part has been shown so perfectly that I felt sitting thru the long muvie was worthwhile indeed. Go catch it soon....
Fanaa is not gud...according to my sources. For some reason, even though the chemistry between Kajol n Aamir lingers on the screen even when u walk out of the theatre, it dint make a difference throughout the 3 hrs u spent watching it. The story, I hear, is highly absurd in bits n the ending, supposedly, is so unrealistic that my frnd, who actually caught the first show at a Multiplex for a massive sum, thot it better to stand up and leave than to sit n bear the brunt of the jagged storyline. For those who planned to see the muvie...Kajol is not blind; she is a spy who keeps tab on Aamir Khan, who is a terrorist; in the end both DIE!!! (If I have rained on someone's parade, its not my fault..!!!)
MI3 was also a big dissapointment. Considering I do like Tom Cruise, it was a huge dissapointment to see that he couldnt carry the muvie well this time. From the beginning, the story seems very blurred, and believe it or not, the main plot this time doesnt get reveled even at the end of the muvie. The Rabbitsfoot is this thing they all hunt for, and till the end its highly irritating u dnt knw what it is or wat it does....a very irritating way to suggest there may be MI4. But considering the beating MI3 is expected to take, they better think twice...
I also chked out X-Men 3...n I must say it was a better watch than most of my other ventures (exception being Da Vinci ofcourse). A very convincing plotline n put accross very well...I can onli imagine how interesting X-Men 4 might be (the muvie ends on an open note so a sequel doesnt seem impossible yet). Kudos to all the artists for an amazing performance (especially Ian McKellen, Hugh Jackman n Halle Berry) and yes,for those who havent watched it yet...its worth a second watch as well...
Now no more muvie watching for a while...bcuz I dont hv da time to watch them or type them down...so breathe free my frndz...
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Carrying on...
Now tht sum ppl hv recovered frm da attack they got after seeing my first blog, I can safely carry on to shock u sum more.
I write poems. The first time I told sum1 tht I was told," Those r thr 3 words u shud never use in conjunction with each other; it doesnt suit u at all". Nonetheless, I write, n continue to irritate sum n amuse sum. I write in a monotonous tone (of da poem) and give a distinctive touch of the same emotion throughout as much as I can.
So lemme introduce u to one of my favourites...
Its called In Reminiscence
I remember, I remember
the times I spent wih my friend.
We'd made promises to stay together
in this great city that has no end.
I remember the time that I first met him
and how we spent so many hours together, just me and Jim.
Those wonderful moments, I will always treasure
the happiness they gave me, I can never measure.
I remember the pranks we used to play
and the scoldings we got from teachers everyday.
I remember our small group study sessions
our secret club, and our own little missions.
I remember how we'd built a world of our own
how we'd shared with each other things we'd never known.
I remember so many little things, they meant so much to me
I never saw the world as 'me' again, I knew it had become 'we'.
The days flew by and the weeks rushed on
and before I knew many years were gone.
By then, I knew, I'd grown close to Jim
if I knew anyone I could trust, it had to be him.
We'd both become very busy men, struggling for a life of our own
we had no time to laze around, not even time to mourn.
And yet, I saw, I found time for him as he had found for me
we found solutions to every problem, as difficult as it may be.
And I look back on those good 'ol days
and breath a sigh of relief.
That we hadnt decided to part our own ways
and stuck to our common belief.
Belief that we'd be there for each other
Belief that our troubles would ease.
Belief that life isnt gonna be forever
Belief that there is no such thing as eternal peace.
My past has taught me to value a friend
even through this life that has to end.
So remember, my friend, never be in doubt
That your friend is one who walks in when all the world walks out.
Not that I mean to add a note or two to it, but I must emphasize tht this poem is inspired from my real life and ne resemblance to a living person is more than a little intentional and reference to any places and/or events are very much intended. This is nt a disclaimer that I add to make this poem readable (w.r. to the recent Da Vinci uproar), but if ne1 felt even a little bit part of the poem, I did intend to make it seem so. I wrote this one keeping a frnd in mind, and I think it achieved the purpose quite well.
Another one of my all time favourites is still untitled...merely bcoz I cudnt give the array of emotions it portrayed ne name.
My greatest fear
a drop of tear
that drop of tear gone waste.
Lying on my bed
those tears I shed
I shed out of mere haste.
My greatest must
an ounce of trust
trust in my dearest friends.
That'll carry me along
like a sweet song
throught life's steep curves and bends.
My deepest thought
that life is not
not as easy as it may seem.
If I had it my way
I'll struggle come what may
to make that my fulfilled dream.
My deepest regret
watching the sun set
set on a world I havent seen.
There are people I havent known
and pain I havent borne
in a land where I've never been.
My greatest strain
a feeling of pain
that pain arising out of anguish.
When my dreams fade
before they are made
and I see how they totally vanish.
My greatest belief
is of total relief
Relief when all's gone well.
When a job is done
and a battle is won
there's nothing you need to tell.
My greatest sorrow
that I cant borrow
borrow from time's own bank.
And I see time slip
as I take a little dip
into life's fun-filled tank.
In this jungle so deep and dense
my words make no sense
even to my well trained ears.
As if water were gushing
my thoughts seem to be rushing
from a captivity of so many years.
Again I'd like to add sumthing here. I had written this quite a while ago, when I was obv not in one of my best moods; but this goes on to speak a lot about sum1 I knw very well. I m nt goin to name a person in particular (but I can say its nt me), but this person I speak of knws me very well too; and I cud only do justice to pen down this mystery friend. Its quite rare that I dedicate a poem to sum1, but this one is wholly goes out to my mystery frnd. (I will reveal the mystery later on, but suspense works very gud to keep the attention)
I will hv to add sum of my recent ones, sum even I am quite shocked of having finished. But I guess u will hv to wait until thn; for now I cant get the order to put them in or the time to actually type them. So till I decide to be poetic, chao...
I write poems. The first time I told sum1 tht I was told," Those r thr 3 words u shud never use in conjunction with each other; it doesnt suit u at all". Nonetheless, I write, n continue to irritate sum n amuse sum. I write in a monotonous tone (of da poem) and give a distinctive touch of the same emotion throughout as much as I can.
So lemme introduce u to one of my favourites...
Its called In Reminiscence
I remember, I remember
the times I spent wih my friend.
We'd made promises to stay together
in this great city that has no end.
I remember the time that I first met him
and how we spent so many hours together, just me and Jim.
Those wonderful moments, I will always treasure
the happiness they gave me, I can never measure.
I remember the pranks we used to play
and the scoldings we got from teachers everyday.
I remember our small group study sessions
our secret club, and our own little missions.
I remember how we'd built a world of our own
how we'd shared with each other things we'd never known.
I remember so many little things, they meant so much to me
I never saw the world as 'me' again, I knew it had become 'we'.
The days flew by and the weeks rushed on
and before I knew many years were gone.
By then, I knew, I'd grown close to Jim
if I knew anyone I could trust, it had to be him.
We'd both become very busy men, struggling for a life of our own
we had no time to laze around, not even time to mourn.
And yet, I saw, I found time for him as he had found for me
we found solutions to every problem, as difficult as it may be.
And I look back on those good 'ol days
and breath a sigh of relief.
That we hadnt decided to part our own ways
and stuck to our common belief.
Belief that we'd be there for each other
Belief that our troubles would ease.
Belief that life isnt gonna be forever
Belief that there is no such thing as eternal peace.
My past has taught me to value a friend
even through this life that has to end.
So remember, my friend, never be in doubt
That your friend is one who walks in when all the world walks out.
Not that I mean to add a note or two to it, but I must emphasize tht this poem is inspired from my real life and ne resemblance to a living person is more than a little intentional and reference to any places and/or events are very much intended. This is nt a disclaimer that I add to make this poem readable (w.r. to the recent Da Vinci uproar), but if ne1 felt even a little bit part of the poem, I did intend to make it seem so. I wrote this one keeping a frnd in mind, and I think it achieved the purpose quite well.
Another one of my all time favourites is still untitled...merely bcoz I cudnt give the array of emotions it portrayed ne name.
My greatest fear
a drop of tear
that drop of tear gone waste.
Lying on my bed
those tears I shed
I shed out of mere haste.
My greatest must
an ounce of trust
trust in my dearest friends.
That'll carry me along
like a sweet song
throught life's steep curves and bends.
My deepest thought
that life is not
not as easy as it may seem.
If I had it my way
I'll struggle come what may
to make that my fulfilled dream.
My deepest regret
watching the sun set
set on a world I havent seen.
There are people I havent known
and pain I havent borne
in a land where I've never been.
My greatest strain
a feeling of pain
that pain arising out of anguish.
When my dreams fade
before they are made
and I see how they totally vanish.
My greatest belief
is of total relief
Relief when all's gone well.
When a job is done
and a battle is won
there's nothing you need to tell.
My greatest sorrow
that I cant borrow
borrow from time's own bank.
And I see time slip
as I take a little dip
into life's fun-filled tank.
In this jungle so deep and dense
my words make no sense
even to my well trained ears.
As if water were gushing
my thoughts seem to be rushing
from a captivity of so many years.
Again I'd like to add sumthing here. I had written this quite a while ago, when I was obv not in one of my best moods; but this goes on to speak a lot about sum1 I knw very well. I m nt goin to name a person in particular (but I can say its nt me), but this person I speak of knws me very well too; and I cud only do justice to pen down this mystery friend. Its quite rare that I dedicate a poem to sum1, but this one is wholly goes out to my mystery frnd. (I will reveal the mystery later on, but suspense works very gud to keep the attention)
I will hv to add sum of my recent ones, sum even I am quite shocked of having finished. But I guess u will hv to wait until thn; for now I cant get the order to put them in or the time to actually type them. So till I decide to be poetic, chao...
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Heres to my start....
I am really new to blogging, so u r to excuse me if I do nt comply with ne rules (invisible or clearly stated) ;as I need all da encouragement I can get to continue with this tradition of blogging.
I owe a few statements to ppl who even forced me to believe I can blog. I decided to stick to the Devil image onli bcuz I was getting so used to it tht I found it quite difficult without it... For those who r unaware of the origin of my so-called Devil image, a few instances here n there, followed by my usual acts of mischief (of quite a devilish nature, I must admit) and I had an image to live up to. And I quite admit I never had to work hard to live up to it; it just came naturally ;-). But, as I have stated more often thn not, I m nt a perpetual Devil. And as somebody put it for me, I am ' an angel in Devil's disguise.' (Mebe an angel is too much of a compliment, but u get the drift...). And so the Devil eventually will stay, at least for now.
Lemme make a slow start so that I dont really stun someone who happens to come across this jsut for fun. I am as typical as an average collegian in India can be...go to college in crowded local trains (read once in 15 min on an avg), hang out as much has I can with frnds (not much of an attempt actually considering I hv frnds who live down the lane) and, oh I cant fget this, rebelling as much as is considered barely decent (details of the same to be revealed in due course).
Not tht my life is all that ordinary, but again who is ordinary...Everyone has a skeleton, n I have many stuffed up in my closets so u can onli imagine how much I hv to hide. Nonetheless, I make sure that what I hide has nothing to do with u (at least some of u) n be as fair as I can be with u as well as with my conscience.
Those who have survived this far will notice that I have already began showing one of my most charactertistic traits...I dnt reveal too much. Not tht I cant or dnt want to; but onli bcuz it is in my nature to stay shut n open up onli when I think I can handle the consequences (sorry for sounding so over dramatic).
Now tht I hv bugged sum ppl already, lets keep da next session away for a while, so u can recover (or in da case of sum can interrogate my guts out). Chao till session 2 ...
I owe a few statements to ppl who even forced me to believe I can blog. I decided to stick to the Devil image onli bcuz I was getting so used to it tht I found it quite difficult without it... For those who r unaware of the origin of my so-called Devil image, a few instances here n there, followed by my usual acts of mischief (of quite a devilish nature, I must admit) and I had an image to live up to. And I quite admit I never had to work hard to live up to it; it just came naturally ;-). But, as I have stated more often thn not, I m nt a perpetual Devil. And as somebody put it for me, I am ' an angel in Devil's disguise.' (Mebe an angel is too much of a compliment, but u get the drift...). And so the Devil eventually will stay, at least for now.
Lemme make a slow start so that I dont really stun someone who happens to come across this jsut for fun. I am as typical as an average collegian in India can be...go to college in crowded local trains (read once in 15 min on an avg), hang out as much has I can with frnds (not much of an attempt actually considering I hv frnds who live down the lane) and, oh I cant fget this, rebelling as much as is considered barely decent (details of the same to be revealed in due course).
Not tht my life is all that ordinary, but again who is ordinary...Everyone has a skeleton, n I have many stuffed up in my closets so u can onli imagine how much I hv to hide. Nonetheless, I make sure that what I hide has nothing to do with u (at least some of u) n be as fair as I can be with u as well as with my conscience.
Those who have survived this far will notice that I have already began showing one of my most charactertistic traits...I dnt reveal too much. Not tht I cant or dnt want to; but onli bcuz it is in my nature to stay shut n open up onli when I think I can handle the consequences (sorry for sounding so over dramatic).
Now tht I hv bugged sum ppl already, lets keep da next session away for a while, so u can recover (or in da case of sum can interrogate my guts out). Chao till session 2 ...
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