Sunday, April 27, 2008
Night's revels vanish in a flash. Non-working flush. A curse on someone's lips. The tap drips. The day rolls by. The bed is a better place than anywhere else in the world. The cell alarm beeps. Snooze. Then completely stop. The laptop screen flickers its light at me. Assignments beckon me. I try to run away. Home seems to be a vague luxury. A constant music plays...that runs havoc in my mind...
Music the only retreat away from anywhere...here, there, everywhere.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The MMTS is one such thing. Proven to be the cheapest mode of transport in and around the twin city, the MMTS refuses to give a me chance to avail its opportunities. Three consecutive times I, along with my friends (different groups of friends but with me as the common factor) have missed the MMTS. The important point to be noted is that, everytime, we miss it just when the train is whistling into the other platform and we are standing on the other platform in front of the ticket counter...
Now what do you have to say?
Last time when we missed the train and then had to burn a hole in our pockets to reach the destined place, one of my seniors said that the next time they decide to take the MMTS and they have me along with them they better turn up half an hour before the scheduled time... and then on second thoughts she added - "May be then the train itself might get cancelled!"
Just when I thought that my life was perfect, BANG came the shock! Bhalla asked me to redo the term paper. I was counting my days to go back home, or atleast be done with my exams, and now I have this on my head.
So when friends were eagerly asking me about my grades, I gave them an equally enthusiastic answer - "Oh I've been asked to rewrite!" - and took the pleasure in watching the smile fade out from people's faces. Well yes, people are kind to each other in such situations... you never know when disaster may strike you too!
Advices come pouring in and so does the abuses... It's like a wrong done against a commune which must be protected at all costs from disaster...
I wonder what's wrong with me....!!!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The coolers had been waiting and adorning the hostel corridors for some days. I was surprised myself why somebody (atleast from the MH) hadn't tried their hands on it already. So yesterday when the mercury hit the ceiling...our "men" got desperate. So what the coolers are not in a working condition, they can make them 'work' according to their rules and logic. So they pulled the cooler near the water filter. Filled it up with water.
No, they did not drink that water, nor did they throw it away. They filed their bottles with the filter water and then put those bottles inside the cooling water of the cooler!! So much for paying heed to the warning that screamed :CLEAN WITH ISO-PROPYLE ALCOHOL before using it.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Life pulsates in my veins
The blood trying to break its reins
It's the young blood
Restless, brimming with potential.
The hearts are young
The world beckons them.
I brought them together
A bundle of young minds
Who dream to paint the world afresh
With colours that define their wealth.
Weird stuff make them grimace
The sunlight on their faces.
They're swayed by the tumultous world
Of fame and race.
They define anew everything around
A graffiti where ideas abound
The world for them
Is not what it's for y'all
Something which even they don't know
How it'll turn out.
But they are the green shoots
That fill the vacant spaces in me
I feel their sudden outbursts
In song n words n shakin' rears!
They remind me of my summer of '69
When i lost mine...
Gone are the joyous cries
Replaced by slam-dunk and high fives
Gone are the melodies rare
Giving way to
Two bases and one snare
Gone are the two oiled plaits
It's the spikes n shacks n locks n waves.
A tremor hereAnd a fire there
A spring in each step
And autumn in the air
The winter for them is vibrant and live
A collection of jazz for them to jive.
They are the youth of today
Building their tomorrows
What'll stop them, they dunno.
I am forever grateful to them
For keeping me alive and taking me....
To new heights and realms.
Snuggled under the shadow of my tin roof...
The rain falls
Like heavenly fountain
Till it reaches the earth
Down here ...
There's a shadow of hectic preparation
To open up our arms
As heaven drops its manna on us.
The wooden frameworks
Are standing... waiting... dripping
The clay figures inside the shed
Laugh at them
What a pity...
One day they wil be laughed at too.
But for me it's no laughing matter.
The creases on my forehead deepens
I'm worried - "will i make it this year?"
The heavens seem to spit upon my effort
I look up in indignation
I've been doing so every morning
But today...The clouds opened up
And answered my prayers
I thought falling on deaf ears
That ray of light
Washed away my tears
Tears... that dropped with the melting clay.
I start my work afresh
Undaunted ... Undefeated.
This is my battle for sustenance
I fight it every year.
The end is always known
But the path to it unclear.
The fresh supply of clay comes
My nimble fingers work upon
The hands, the face, the body...
I feel like God
The creation in my hands
Oh what pleasure there is
To give shape to the Divine...