Get well soon!

Stability has been discernible by its dearth; pluck shall not take flight,
Mind tempted to be squat and meek, tenacity is what extricate you from the plight!
This blighted sickness shall mislay its garrote; tranquility shall awake from amnesia,
Fight fight and fight the worst is behind you, get well soon O my cousin Anusha!!

Get well soon...2007 is around the corner!! :-)

A promise is a promise!

I am the IT Leader!!

Verdant land of Singapore was moaning under the oppression of heavy winds. Angels were weeping from the sky. The gloom of the horizon was ominous and visible from my Rat Hole. Ah! Didn’t I tell you? Rat hole does have windows! Two of them. One of them is actually a complete window and other one, well, a poor excuse of it, badly obscured by a pillar. Rat hole after all!

Do not let the anguish of the preceding paragraph delude you in to a misconception on the atmosphere of the room. I would not say it was lively and sorts, but neither was it somber. Three of us (Rat, Invisible man and the Jet) were at our books(or were at least pretending to be). As for the Owl, he was probably out there in the howling of the night, focusing ever so intensely on his next victim (Come on laugh!!). Anyways, it was about 10:30 PM (time which portends dawn of a new day for many in Singapore) and what was about to happen in the span of the next hour or so was truly a manifestation of mental turbulence that these folks undergo during the course of a MBA.

The door squeaked open paving way to a hoarse cry ‘I am the IT leader!!’ We gaped in surprise and in unison, it was Vivek( Psycho as he is known as!). What proceeded from his mouth in the duration of the next few minutes apart from his habitual taunts directed towards the Invisible Man have been cleansed while penning the contents of this blog! His frustration clearly directed at the paper scheduled the ensuing morning for the IT guys. ‘I do not care a rat’s ass for the paper’ he said. Though I must take hostilities towards defamation of the sacrosanct creature especially in a rat hole!
Ah well! I continued my reading on ‘For God, Country and Coca Cola’. A capital read indeed.

‘Changing Coke is like God making grass purple’ strong sentiments echoed by millions of Americans on their pet drink. So engrossed was I in the book that little did it dawn on me that there was second visitor to the rat hole. Only when a soft voice bespoke ‘Abbey kal ke IT exam ke liye kya padna hain’ did I realize of the humanly presence. It took only expectant faces and a few seconds for Teghjeet to air out his frustrations on the state of affairs. Back to Coca Cola and the art of making money, and then there was loud cry from beyond the door followed by a slam and a very peeved Vineet (Bade Bhaiyya) walking in. And yes what ensued has been purged, for my over curious readers.

More frustrations were to follow during the course my perusal of the book. Strangely the next visitor was finance guy, Sid Ghaisas, who announced in his usual flair ‘I have given up studying’. Finance or IT story remains the same. Frustrations do indeed descry themselves in variegated forms. You might have heard of people jumping all over the place. Well I have witnessed gravity failing under acute frustration. This manifested in the form of Hemant(Dream Lover), who was all over, except the floor of course! By this time Coca Cola was looking more like ‘C_ c_ C_l_’ to me(well gravity has been very mean to my eyelids many a times). Have you noticed vowels are always the first ones to fly off?
I could hear frustration revealing itself in the form of an ice cream, when Invisible man and Teghjeet set out plans to venture out and grab some. Considering the not so auspicious squally weather that seemed to have persisted despite erratic behavior by gravity, the plan was soon abandoned.

Well eyes had almost settled in the balmy comforts of the eyelids and then there was Tushar who stopped by. My ears were expecting the culmination of all the frustrations to personify. Pleasantly, he had stopped by for a movie file and the Rat hole had absorbed all it could have for the night…..

Frustrations are the tests that nature gives us! But Rat Hole is something that you have to extricate, never let the frustration grow into an insidious behemoth devil for it shall encumber you with gloom and restlessness…

Go find yourself a Rat Hole!!

Bicycle Jaunt!!

Tiring though it was, the bicycle jaunt (and an epic episode!) was worth a million years,
Riding on the pier with a melting heart; hugged by the evening sky and cajoled by the green murky waters.
Exhaustion knew no bounds but the zephyr that caressed was nothing less than holy,
Eyes began to droop, but rejuvenation ambushed in the form of piping hot puran-poli!

Rat Hole at Room 523

This will come as a surprise to my loyal blog readers for this blog is devoid of any rhymes. It is devoid of any scheme. Well most of my blogs are devoid of schemes! So what am I writing about? Well to begin with I am not sure. I sit here in this corner which my roommates have so disreputably called ‘rat hole’ for I seem to have limited my interactions with the outside world to the bare minimum, required for sustenance. Have I? I will come back to that.

My room. This looks more like an wholesale edition of a train compartment. It has four beds (compartmental if I may say) and of course 3 lovely roommates and yours truly occupying his rat hole. Cupboards or poor excuses of cupboards and study table which was designed brilliantly immovable. On that note cupboards do not have locks..well actually the locks are exultantly non existent! How can I forget the chairs? These blighters have an inbuilt momentum, they throw you off their seats (literally).Ask my roommate Amey. He has had the poor fate of having fallen flat on his nose one more than one juncture (well on that note he also bumped in to a glass door and distended his forehead… pinkish hue!). May be its Amey and not the chairs? May be he runs on jet fuel!

My train also has good quilts on beds. Ask Ankit. He adores those. In fact, once inside you would have to plumb deep and dig really hard to find out where the chap really is!! It also has an owl, IT wizard and a blogger. Naa…I have only 3 roommates. Sid,the owl(and wizard et al), abhors sleeping. He has not realized the potential of his eyelids and the potential reassurance his bed can provide. Rumours are that he has even stopped sleeping in the class!

And then there is my rat hole! Well as far as my interaction goes I have enough of it! A jet propellant, an owl and an invisible man..!

Adios…
More on my room in next! Please do comment!

Smiles blitzkrieg

Conglomeration aggregated as the clock stuck the blessed hour,
Smiles blitzkrieg, beguiling at times, daubed a confused countenance all over!
Palates (and a face!) treated to coffee flavored cake and piping hot tutu,
Singapore hummed in unison ‘Happy Birthday Chotttttttttttttttttu’.


Happy B’day Sid!!!

Insomnia and Turbulence

In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Slumber seems to be a remote saccharine dream.
Body knows no rationale, mind strives to a sustain a balance,
Horizon may be distant but pastures do appear green!

In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Coffee blissfully oblivious of the import it portrays!
Slumber shall be in abeyance and nap only on chance,
Numbness tries to incarcerate a mind in overdrive, in vain anyways!

In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Slumber may privilege itself another day.
Gusto and fire still blaze disheveled though my appearance,
Beyond the horizon in ambush I am sure success does lay!

Of Smiles and Blushes!!

Expansive smiles and blushes pink bedecked on two faces apart,
Birthdays they do share and in goodness that reeks you cannot tell them apart!
Assignments may hound us but the spirit shall not say its last,
The college reverberated ‘Happy B’day Manisha and Amey’ for now till eternity and to last!

P.S: Amey did manage to hunt through piles of wrapper paper for a gift beloved at last!!!
:-)

No hounding me please :-)

Ambling through the greens

Stretches by the intense verdant landscape,
Silently praying while they on mud lands they drape.
Ever winding, ever twisting and motherly heed they do possess,
Ambling through the greens, never complaining of the brutalities mortal profess!

The pic was taken on Canterbury Street!

Tutu!

Wind stood still, pondering which direction to would suit best,
Crescent moon enmeshed among the cajoling cloud, away from the worldly unrest.

Green Lion’s Den haven in this quibbling world of common herd,
Tutu, Chinese namesake for Modak, caressed by tastebuds with flavours unheard.

Walk was long, lonesome in swarm and yet tranquil,
Crazy night dotted democratic misgivings and walk so long that it required a painkilling pill!

Pug Marks...

Away from the Dubai deserts and my Mumbai’s shore,
Verdant Singapore beseeches me caressingly in to her core. :-)
Rapture and gusto score my every stroll,
Lion Kingdom has engraved its pug marks on my soul.

Saga till eternity…Mumbai my city!

Queues anticipate every progress, Whiff iniquitous hails at every corner,
Pot-bellied hawaldars and roads inundated with revamp forever!
Taxis of yellow-black hue and creaking body yet run with alacrity,
Saga till eternity…Mumbai my city!

Streams of Red that flurry through that we discern is the BEST,
Worms on track transfer millions at no extraordinary behest.
Dabba wala or the vada pav stall, flavor buds shall never cease marveling in this city,
Saga till eternity…Mumbai my city!

I can go on...but would like to salute the the spirit of the city I call home!

Rendezvous with Gomati

Muddled mind and ruminating heart it was en route airport,
Desert’s eventual call as the grains bid farewell ere I did deport!
Refulgent in an afternoon glaze, reveled my Gomati,
After much ado, thuddd it did at a bizarre yet decipherable city I call home and will till eternity!

Gomati is the name of the flight I traveled in..

Happy Birthday Gundeeeeee!

Fountains tip-toed in the hush of the crescent moon,
Night was young and the silence we could hear croon!

A face daubed with cream on occasion so extraordinary,
A smile she professed that could stop hundred battleships, laden with armory.

Topped the night so bewildering with a piping hot tea,
Grains of sand could not but sing ‘Happy Birthday Gundeeeeee’!

Serenity cocktailed with exhilaration!

Dusk settled over the tranquil beguiling moon,
Serenity cocktailed with exhilaration, as I could hear ‘fun’ croon.
The trepidation comes to finish and I see the sojourn in the desert land kissing the horizon,
Project remains a prickle but I am sure rose is what crowns every thorn!

:-)

Dusk that never shall be...

Is it a day that shall not meet its dusk?
Ardour and dazed thoughts enmeshed in bundle for what is to transpire,
The day shall end soon and so shall the ensuing tests, I so aspire!
Trumps I hope I shall legerdemain of my sleeves for all that I did perspire!

Keep it up folks!!

Happy Diwali!

Noise thuds the sky, crackers crackle at words unsaid,
Sparklers enmesh the sky and with the stars of the night they wed!
The lone diya flutters against the diminishing oil and the flirting wind,
Sweets galore coax the sensations and thaw hearts of the coarsest rind!

Finish Line...

This was dedicated to a friend of mine(Sameer). Thought I wouldnt publish it..but then..poetry is a poetry is a poetry...


The finish line is in sight, that sweet spot is ever so bright,
My legs ache, my head twirls, pain is enamoring my sight!
But lo! I shan’t give up for I know what lies beyond,
Ardour and agony I shall conquer and rise and rise and seek glory that shall ever burgeon!

November Sweetness?

Frantic activity ensues a period dulled by placidity,
Projects threaten to meander close with hasty alacrity.
Brightness I see kissing the horizon beyond this October madness,
Warm embrace I conjure for awaits….November sweetness!!

Magic Potion

Colour of blush or is it the colour of sky woken from slumber,
Purity reeks from the milk concoction emanating strawberry flavour.
Enervation cannot resist the temptation of a fillip,
Coolness that augurs from this magic potion is indeed beyond anything realistic.

Moans Unheard

World is stark, World is lonely, World is a haven of gloom,
When despair encumbers, beware, for the in crowd you shall be in an empty room,
Wake, O soul so enamored with moans unheard,
For cries fade in yonder and laugh for that’s what brings you the herd.

In shadow you can trust for it is sans any disdain!

Rendezvous with the Dragon..

Rendezvous with the dragon turned damp squib,
Infernal flares paved way for smoke on its death bed.
Good old Ambrosia came gushingly to rescue,
Wafts of rice and piping hot tea, to bid the dreary day adieu.

Rejuvenating Zephyr...

Apprehension was health could deter ambulation,
Aqua gives me strength Walk drives my inspiration.
Fountains rejoiced in the stillness of the night under the benign smile of the moon,
Rejuvenating zephyr did fillip my spirits hoping for repair in to full vrrrrooom.

Sniff Sniff…Bless my nose…

Group 7-B Rocks!

Fear, apprehension and avoidance or shall I call it Group Work,
Not true when it comes to Group 7-B, work is like saccharine syrup.

Sohan, cornucopia of knowledge , literary genius and on minutiae he is picky,
Chill guy to hang around, admire his integrity.

Disappearance is a predominant trait,
Street smart though, this Krushna, lets not make that mistake.

Smart brilliant little package can do wonders,
Namrata, is an eternal flame, from her aim never meanders.

‘Chick Magnet’ Anup, my benevolent roommate, creepy smile daubs his face,
Passion defines his work and interminable efforts he would lace.

Coco ‘Chick GOD’, a confused TamBram and an awesome groupmate,
Rohit, binds the group, a born leader and efficacy marks his gait.

ROCK it guys!

Romanticized Sensation!

Passions soared, palate indulged in bitter-sweet concoction,
G Noir numbed senses like an insidious Poison Ivy,
Melting Chocolate caressing my tongue, succumbing to the romanticized sensation,
Cocoa Experience stirring intense infatuation, etched till eternity!

Godiva Rocks!

Ode to the Brown Villa!

Stands, does she, in the upheaval of sand,
Camouflaged amongst the granules; shielding the inmates from the unseen forces of the land.
Adds splendor to the 4 derelict shops in the vicinity,
Noise she does reek in the hours past sane humanity.
Glows all night in grandeur of emanating radiance from within,
Outhouse she doth possess, whereby, Yours Truly you may conjure dozing!

Ode to my Room Mates!

Glint in my eye did fade at the thought of five,
Roommates I mean, but soon the glint reappeared happy and spry.

Wonder if he ever gets tired of his bed and quilt,
Loves movies and is a charm this Ankit!

Sid carries a mysterious smile on a beguiling face,
Chottu is his acronym which makes this ‘IT freaks’ face with anger lace.

Stranger is hardly to be seen bit but when around is good fun,
Anup ‘the chick magnet’ shall with his aura stun.

Carries a burgeoning smile and makes chicks go ‘Amy Amy’,
Amey thinks deep and a buddy indeed through joy or through blue!

Ergonomic Decor

Groping in the dark leading nowhere,
Haze so substantial, miasma is all my eyes can stare,
Numbness encumbers my ergonomic décor,
Light shall dribble through, sometime..somehow..somewhere…..

Hotsy Totsy...

Soaring summer afternoon with a Wodehouse novel,
All is hotsy-totsy for there is literature and humour to unravel.
Gurgling of Ginger Ale shall serve me good and capital,
Spring shall beam on livelier iris for my twitch shall soon settle!

And my eye-brow raises 1/8th of an inch.......

Contemplating Bard

Revelations that have streaked me with stupor,
Despondent clouds threaten to encumber.
An unwelcome saunter along a beach boulevard,
Mind wandered unto the realms of a contemplating bard.


My Mind Speaks....

Desert Safari..

Grains of sand celebrated under the haze of the sun,
Bumpy ride, albeit it was fun,
Arabian Nights personified the allegories of an unusual mold,
Colours of the night unfurled in to vagaries better untold.

:-)

Slumber in November...

Slumber where art thou?

Like a moonlit summer night tucked away in peace,
Oft I wonder if thy countenance my eyes shall crease,

Slumber where art thou?

In darkness blessings of your warmth I seek,
Mind fights, Body revolts and does for tranquility beseech!

Sweet November where art thou?

Windless Summer Call!

Hush surrounded a sultry night and windless summer call,
Fountains danced to hums of water, trying to stand tall,
Chocolate was the flavour of moon-sunken night and spirit just wouldn’t stall!
Moonlit walk,you could hear the whisper, Happy Birthday Bal!

:-)

Sweet Sadma!

Bliss redefined with sprouts and a moonlit walk,
Unaware was I of cognition brewing over a coffee talk,
Of coffee mug that my heart was lent, little did I know it would stalk,
Sweet sis sneaked under pretension of ale and my beam would not caulk!

Under Sweet Sadma!

Ode to the Blue!

Thou art the hue so cosmic and azure,
Music you would chant when life becomes difficult to endure,
Push me forth and battles not to abjure,
Clear as a sun-drenched day and let not the clouds obscure!

Time is relative..

Arid and comatose are the days that pass by,
Ponder I do on the time that has gone by,
Of erudition, of comrades will I ever get by?
Time is relative; chronological immobility is what I entreat to come by!

Aurous Halo...

Golden locks that emblazon in the sun,
Aurous halo that they emit reflect the person,
Sweetness reeks from the smile that she does profuse,
Pray I do for the spark to last and happiness to effuse!

Pray I shall eternity!

Fleeting Hiatus....

The grind reaches a fleeting hiatus,
Wine would lace commencement of a phase lacking stimulus,
Of fountains and waterfronts serenity is what I yearn,
Behold, Sweet November closes its heels, memories begin to churn!

Weeping Cloud!

A haze of weeping cloud that falls,
Drowns thee in melancholy and mournful calls,
Bidding adieu, eyes so numb, senses fail,
Anguish encumbers the heart so frail!

Human Apathy.....

Whence did all turn in to a massacre?
Human apathy to ethics, a scene so macabre,
Beseech I do for the cloud of sanity I so revere,
Hell broke loose with ethics not so austere!

Mental Anesthesia!

It was Heaven effusing Ambrosia,
Wafts of rice and sambhar, mental anesthesia,
Gloating over the viands in temporary amnesia!
Back to the grind, heart still beaming with nostalgia!

Shoe Laces!

Of shoe laces and Oil pumps,
I could hear Marketing Prof giving an aerial thump,
Conjured up all marketing jargons I could dump,
Is it the augmentation phase or onset of a burgeoning slump,
Hell or high water, Aces up my sleeves and all the trumps!!

Dead Poets Society

Poetry captures my imagination!

Read on!This is an actual conversation over mails assimilated by Siva later..

Easwar:
The war was never so intense,
Nemesis meets once again with no pretence,
Battle has taken a war stance,
May the best man have the sustenance!

Vivek S:
Baa baa black sheep have u any wool,
Yes ******* , three bags full,
One for my master, one for my bitch,
One for the horny boy who screws like a witch….

Errr..Censored stuff...yikes!

Easwar:
Jolly was I ere I saw poem so horrendous,
Vulgarity it poured and the sin was ominous,
Revealed it did a personality not so porous,
I can hear clangs of battle onerous!

Vivek S:
The battle tided over, the victor has won,
Does not get the point, this EJ –son of a gun,
Give up O pseudo poet, the master hath speak,
Barking at the sun??? shows u r weak!!

Easwar:
Brains that thou have if any,
Have evaporated penning this epiphany,
Darned would I be if it were worth a penny,
Poet or not my ethics are strong not fragile as tiffany!

Vivek S:
Count down it is I agree,
Who is ousted we shall have to see,
Ephiphany, tiffany words of lost cause,
You wanna win? Give up to the boss!!!

Siva:
An effort worth trying,
But what to write – still wondering,
In front of boss panicking,
Will not be thwarted – assuming.

Vivek S:
An excellent effort I must say shivvvy,
But the point is to put EJ in his place, that paavi,
‘Silence is golden’ , people say, I agree,
But does it signal his loss, and my victory??

Easwar:
For the moment sabbath I take,
For I shall not miss the lecture else I shall rue my mistake!

Anup:
Easwar and Vivek S are similar PER SE, HAMARE LIYE?
Jaise Gandhiji aur Mallika they – India KE LIYE,
Gandhiji ne kapde tyaag diye, Desh KE LIYE,
Aur Mallike, hum jaise desh-waasiyon KE LIYE

Vivek V:
Reading this mail,
Has just made me die laughing
Cant hold myself any further...
Ladies and Gentlemen,Make way
coz elvis is gona enter the building?

Dipika:
Victory for you is miles away
Not a word against my bro, PER SE

Siva:
Oh!! What a support,
Trying to get cut-throat,
Never a chance to reach finish line
Continue thinking about it offline

Vivek S:
I know Siva, I agree with you,
That was a stinker, but as expected, right on cue,
You are right; it is getting cut-throat,
All for supporting a mustached goat!!

Siva:
Ho Ho – as the competition rise,
Inviting response as wise,
Though not from anyone else,
Where are you? Someone feeling brotherless

Vivek S:
O! Peeps, hope a lesson is well learnt,
Support Mr. Epiphany, and now your finger is burnt,
War is on they said, ‘the lines are drawn’,
But Peeps, do you realize you guys lack brains and brawn??

Bhakti:
Thy daunted bro o fair damsel has taken a sabbatical
The decorative nomenclature is proving to be an obstacle
Pray for thee o lady to help him overcome the hurdle
Assist the befuddled and thwarted duke out of the muddle…..

Anup:
Oh what a pity, thou poetry standards,
Not in sync with my Vocabulary standards,
O dear poet, please explain your verse,
If it goes on like this, I may have to use WEBSTERS

Dipika:
You will get to see the brains as well as the brawn
Just wait until the dawn
The mystery shall soon unfold
O world behold!

Dipika:
Aag lag rahi hai
Dhuaan sa uthta hai
Kyun nahi jaane dil kiska jalta hai
Dil kiska jalta hai…

Vivek S:
Water tankers on it way!!!
I’m there to help u out

Anup:
Sir - Is jawani mein ye josh dheek nahin hai, 'OK'
Hamara kya hai, hum to poetry likh rahe hain 'SO-KE'
Koi tho hamen bachao, 'PER SE'
Laakhon Duayen milenge unko - 'SAB SE'!!

Bhakti:
Siblings in arms against weapons of mass (verbal) destruction
Together affright with severe opposition
Doubt the valor and ability of the competition
Sister fighting the battle whilst the bro shies away from confrontation……

Sameer:
band karo band karo band karo ye atyachaar
shobha nahi deta ye, hum sab hai ek hi parivar,
doston ke ‘gun-gaan’ phir bhi tum gaye jaao,
biguul jab baja diya hai to, talwaar ki dhaar badhae jao…. ;-)

Siva:

What say the result of a two liner?
Can’t be as perfect and finer,
Before you could say start,
It went shoot, sharp and fast

Dipika:
What matters is not if the lines are two or four…
As long as true feelings galore

Easwar:
Valour was held aloft while my sabbatical,
Damsels held nerves under assails bordering satirical,
Steadfast did my sis stand under missiles so categorical,
The battle is still on, of classrooms and moors, do not discount my silence as my foible!

Easwar:
Vulgarity and insane madness I curse thee,
Thaws away friendship that was frozen away till eternity,
Aye with my sis all that matters is this earthly canopy,
Profanity and unwarranted gestures are sheer atrophy!!

Easwar:
Deserts so barren, days so long,
Where art thou? Saccharine November I forlorn,
Olfactory glands abate gourmet wafts that reek strong,
Heart meanders, mind says ‘2 more months to tag along’

Easwar:
Yo Man,Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Wrapped in 9 Yards and wearing a frown,
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Bal by name,wearing malli pu as a crown,
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Trying hard to practice Tamil, All the globe shall do a Mexican show down!
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,

Bhakti:

What’s this half-tam business can u plz explain
The incessant reference to it is chewing up my brain
My ignorance and impatience to the reference I cant contain
From Retaliating to these Digs, I could abstain



Bhakti:
Oh fugga, My fugga what have u done,
Linking up pals u think its fun…
Earl, a fitting rely to their query u must return
Fugga,Await your nemesis, let this conundrum adjourn………….

Anup:
Come on maaan. What are you waiting for EJ?
Do you think we are cracking a PJ
During such an interesting session like DBMS per se,
‘Haan’ bol dena is awzar par hum sab se!!!

Easwar:
Aggrieved I am on the consequences I see,
Pairing up is a tea time policy,
Friendship has been labeled to the extent impurity
I urge thee monkeys to get back to humanity

Blood Test!

Gloom personifies itself with every mile,
I shall scale heights to win one sweetening smile,
Blood bath was what I describe today’s events, some weighty some futile!
Blood test is what they say, my dread so very agile!

Eve of Terror?

Not in the best frame of mind for,but my best attempt at a quick and short poem at 12:00 AM in the night,14 hours to dreaded test:

Hue changes by the minute out of fright?,
Head twirls; neck goes uptight,
Wonder how my test shall turn out the other side of the night?
Why agonize? For life is too diminutive for what is and what might!

Heck! Sleep tight!