Rhymes & Verses

I know the title of the blog is a little mystifying. I had composed a couple of poems, a rarity for me, a few days back for one of my dearest friends. As the blog had not been updated since ages, I thought that I could allow myself to take a short-cut for once.

So, here are the two poems, a weak and fledgling attempt at writing some inspirational verses.

Nature – My Guide, My Inspiration

The darkness of the night gives way to a lively and bright morning
The warmth of the auburn sun embarks a journey full of promises
The pristine blue sky sets the rhythm for various successful milestones
The magnificence of the earth instigates mellowed sojourns
The symphony of colors, thus steers us towards an enjoyable life

Creativity

The beauty of nature indicates the God’s creativity,
The God gifts the artist with talent of artistic originality,
The artist create skilled effort for aesthetic creativity,
The imagination is the tool of artist’s ingenuity,
The innovative artwork glorifies the artist’s victory and prosperity.

Creativity

The road to success is not straight
It is crammed with curves called failure, and loops called confusion
But if you have a spare called determination,
And an engine called creativity
You will  always be a winner in the road to success!!

An Atypical Monday

0900 hrs:
A familiar and mild smell of lavender greeted me as I glided past the glass door. A cool breeze brushed across my face and the thin mop of hair on my head. An instant sigh of relief whistled through my lips and a surreal sense of tranquility swept across my lean frame. The spotless white tiles on the floor and the untarnished walls smiled at me as if welcoming me to the place of my dreams. Even before a small grin could adorn my handsome face (I know I am being narcissist!), the harsh realization set in. The bitter truth, which had embellished me until a few moments ago, kicked back in with full vigor. No prizes for guessing where I had just arrived. More on this later, in another blog.

Flashback to earlier in the morning @ 0730 hrs:
The shrill noise of the doorbell awoke me from my serene and deep slumber. Reluctantly, I threw aside my pillow and slowly strolled towards the door. The door, which is a meager 3m from my bed, seemed like a million light years away. The violent shake of the door jarred my nerves and I hurried to open the door for a most unwelcome guest.
Gosh! it was my housekeeper at my door and she very nearly hammered my head as I opened the door. Boy, was I not expecting a beautiful lady with a hot cup of coffee! Suddenly I realized that she had been absent every alternate day during the past week. I grumbled and complained to her about her erratic schedule. Surprise, in response to my compliant, all she had was a huge air of defiance and a big smirk on her face, as if challenging me to take some action. Miffed at her behavior and with a scorn on my face, I asked her to just ensure that she cleaned all the utensils and the house to the very last dirt particle.

0800 hrs to 0900 hrs:
I went back to my bed to try and give some much needed rest to my sleep-deprived mind, but to no avail; sleep did elude me just like the rains had eluded Bangalore until then. The sudden awareness that it was a Monday morning further dampened my mood. Grudgingly, I started going through the basic motions, rather rigors, of my life for an office day. Half-heartedly, I dragged myself out into the scorching sun and onto the parched pavement leading to the nearest bus-stop. I could already feel a  lack of energy and dullness settling inside me, and a whole different personality of mine overtaking my otherwise impeccable behavior. Thus, I reached my office, the bizarre experience of which has been described against the “0900 hrs” period in the blog.

0930 hrs to 1300 hrs:
Well, the office made me realize that I have no allocated work for the day and can leave the office for my home by lunch. Ah, this was pleasant to hear, but what am I going to do until lunch! I started scanning through several sports and newspaper websites, reading the contents which had kept me awake until 0230 hrs yesterday night all over again. Having completed this, I strolled around the office, watching guys busying themselves in carrom and ludo or grouped together for small chat sessions. None of those activities interest me much; the boredom, however, was killing me. I too joined a few chat session and voiced my opinions on topics which were of no interest to me, just to somehow pass the time along. The remaining time was spent being lost in my own wilderness and in my own version of “Pandey in Wonderland“. As soon as the clock struck one in the afternoon, I ran out of the office into the blistering afternoon heat. I felt a renewed sense of joy and was brimming with glee as I set forth for my home; it was like rediscovering my lost identity all over again.

1330 hrs to 1500 hrs:
Having reached home, I went about the daily chores of checking my Gmail, orkut, facebook, yahoo, and twitter accounts. As usual, nothing new or interesting turned up; yet, it does not deter me from doing the same a hundred times each day. Pathetic, I know! The routine dose of serious news from the Hindu followed next. Oh, I miss the funny and bizarre news articles and tons of good photos of ToI. When will my flatmate realize that newspaper is just another source of  merriment for the poor chap – yes, that’s me – and that ToI trumps Hindu by more than a mile on entertainment quotient.
Scurrying through the online version of ToI brought me to this fabulous piece of news which I had been waiting since years – Jessica Lal and her family finally got the long due justice that had eluded them all along due to loopholes in Indian penal code. I personally preferred death penalty for Manu Sharma and life imprisonment for the other two; additionally, severe reprimand to that idiotic Ram Jethmalani. Well, to be honest, this is not me but my emotional alter-ego blurting out. Thankfully, I do not directly belong to the Indian judicial system or else there would had been a huge surge in the number of death penalties . RIP Jessica.

1500 hrs to 1630 hrs:
As I lay on my bed, thinking about the pain and anguish that would had enveloped Jessica’s family over the past several years, sleep enveloped me. I absolutely hate siestas (do indulge in it only on very rare occasions) and was extremely livid at myself on waking up. But then, the very memory of the dream brought back a big smile on my face. It was good enough to drive away any thoughts of resentment and brought million reasons to cheer about.
Well, the dream – I met a most lovely and charming girl. We spent some fabulous time together, walked hand-in-hand for quite some time. I obviously was in a state of trance as I never realized how time flew past us. In the end, we played a game – don’t remember which game it was, anyways, it holds little significance. I got too engrossed in the game and completely neglected her during the game. After having completed the game, as I turned around to look at my companion, I was thunderstruck. She was incensed and told me – “Buddhu, you are an idiot. I am gone.” Horror show – yes it was – because I sprung back to my ridiculous life on hearing those words. Shattered dreams and disappointment seemed to be the norm of the day.

1630 hrs to 1730 hrs:
For once, God seemed to be kind to me, as the weather suddenly metamorphosed to a most pleasant one, the kind that Bangalore is famous for. A saunter along the deserted streets of Bangalore beckoned. All this time, the thought of the dream never left my consciousness for once. I set out with a single objective – finding my dream girl, my very own version of Preity Zinta. I am not sure whether I need to look out for a girl whom I have never met or she has been there all along and I just need to open my eyes and identify her. Well, wish  me good luck on my search. During my walk, I decided that I would not shave until I have found my dream girl. Well, it has been a most satisfying evening which has been very well spent.

1730 hrs to sleep:
The remaining part of the day was spent on petty tasks – checking the social networking sites several times over, talking on the phone, chatting on the internet, planning my school’s alumni and social activities, eating the revolting food cooked by my cook, watching TV, retiring to bed, and of course always recalling the enchanting reverie.

Solitary Recluse

It is the fourth consecutive day that I am all alone at my flat in Bangalore. Am I feeling lonely or bored? Do I wish to have some company? My definite answer to all such questions is a loud and clear “NO“. Boy, I am absolutely ecstatic! It is exactly how I have pictured my life in my countless daydreams. Thank God, that this fabulous period is going to last for another week.

The captive nature of my existence over the last few days has allowed me to live in complete serenity and reclusiveness. My thoughts and feelings echo those of – a lion strolling in its den, a rabbit squatting in its hole or a prisoner enjoying himself  in his dark cell – all three emotions, albeit, at different times. It was just a few days ago that a couple of my friends asked me to attend a three day “Art of Living” seminar to cure myself. Hilarious, huh! I am glad that I declined and they attended as it allowed me to be myself after ages.

The last few days has brought out  the following changes:

• Have been sleeping very less and waking up very early – It might seem  more of a worry, but I enjoy this to the fullest
• Have been having breakfast, lunch and dinner regularly and have even cooked myself a few times – Mind you, this is altogether a rarity in my normal routine
• Have been watching a lot of TV, even watched a couple of episodes of a witless TV serial “Sasural Genda Phool” – Why do they even make such marriage documentaries in the name of women empowerment and worse still, why do people even watch all those Ekta Kapoor brand of crap; they have essentially made me hate all the words begining with ‘K’
• Have been doing all the daily chores, bathing at the right time (have always been scolded about having my bath at odd times), keeping the house impeccably clean, spending much less time on the latest idiot box (yes, I am referring to the computer) – All these steps being a matter of pride 😉
• Getting back to my hobbies, i.e. reading books, studying, writing blogs, roaming around aimlessly, etc. – Love this phase
• Getting in touch with long forgotten friends and family, and fulfilling the promises made to several people – Feels good to have done those finally
• Spending more time thinking and doing than being lazy and idle; feeling sharper already 😉

Amidst all these, I sometimes, on those sporadic occasions, miss the comfort of a friend whom you can talk to. In fact, I have been talking to myself or the walls (imaginary people) on some occasions. Any chances of schizophrenia haunting me – a definite NO again. 😉

Lesson learnt – it is always more comforting and cheerful living alone. The ideal life for me would be that of a nomadic traveler. All the more reason, why I prefer being single – no one to bother you nor you under the constant pressure to please somebody. On the same note, I do not have a lot of conviction in love and its basic principles. And yet, a firm believer in human emotions and the need for humans to connect with each other. A very famous person once said, “Love is highly overrated“. 😉