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Look Alikes, I Guess!!

                The way you walk, the way you talk moulds your identity. This is an age old perception. But modernity asks for something more than that, I guess. It’s the manner you dress that matters the most. Or the serenity of your face hidden under layers of thick foundations. You may be the most reserved ones, but your outfits suit an extrovert. Wild you may be but, you are sans that extra Ouch effect in a Lucknowy. Don’t you think then looks are seriously deceptive.

                I looked like a journalist today(It seems, my friends informed me). I was so swollen with pride to hear that. It seemed to me that am no less than Barkha Dutt. The same guys some other day said that I look so South Indian with all the poise and grace, may be like Hema Malini. Such a great comparison and a lovely compliment. Or else I look like a typical Behanji sometimes, with the coconuts squeezed on my hair, tied well, dressed in a salwar, etc, etc. I look like someone this day and another tomorrow. I sport a different Identity each day. I feel may be I have some Multiple Personality Disorder.

               Still,  I am waiting for the day when people will say “You look like Mother Teresa”. Oh My my, I am not joking, its easier to resemble a personality/an idol, but difficult to actually follow their beliefs, teachings and emulate them. However I bet, I have a hell lot of Look Alikes!!!!

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Posted by on October 31, 2007 in Thats Me and my Thots

 

Second Handers

All my school days I sang

The same song that Sister taught us,

“It takes courage to answer a call”

“It takes courage to be true”.

How accurate I felt then,

My spirits were always on the ninth cloud.

No looking back, no tears, no pain,

I knew, only I could help myself,

I was the one who could spread happiness

In my Life.

Days pass and many emotions creep in.

Sentiments and Interests take a U-turn

Confidence still prevails but

Tries to take a wicked run over colleagues

Quarrel over a degree, a post and then a Lifestyle

Every ancient theory propounds to a Puncture

Fear creeps in even when you speak out

The then crawling Devils walk in erect

And destroy the human you are, or you were

And what remains then is just as Ayn Rand says

A Second Hander, just a plain motorized Being!!

 
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Posted by on October 29, 2007 in Heart Felt (Poems)

 

Wait

I thought you are there in that corner

Staring at me

Looking at me

May be through me….my mind

Just about to say that you are there for me

Care for me

I am there I said

I cant see you now

I believe I can only wait for you

believe that you are still there

I will wait

wait till seconds run into hours

hours into months and years

I will be there for a lifetime and wait

till you return, return to me

 
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Posted by on October 26, 2007 in Thats Me and my Thots

 

Workplace Strategies!

Smooth beginnings electrify your days

Preparatory phases are pretty excellent

With the zeal still in its place;

Then one by one the Royal fellows,

Fall at pieces

It starts with the handset

That disturbs the schedule

Then the Emperor mainframe

Rejects to abide by your rules

Sandwiched are a few political constraints

Talks that have no Finale

Portion by part there is constant irritation

And a Grand realization that

The Time-Table Map has undergone a disfiguration

Then its just your dreary eyes, your overworked fingers

And the screen in front of you

Also your Brains cursing all the reasons

Anticlimax is a day exhausted with no fruits to eat from

Climax though is to start off with a Treasure Plan

That you believe will work Tomorrow!!!

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2007 in Heart Felt (Poems)

 

Factual Fiction!!

 (Dedicated to Mr. RangaBhargavan)

The Bridge on Egmore station was crowded as usual. With all the confusion around……an Alien engine train arriving on some platform, misplaced itself on some other. And the nastiest that could happen, just occured. The fellow who ran clinging to his repulsive luggage banged upfront on me. And Lo! my suitcase was lying like an open mystery for a huge curious audience. Just wrapped the hole thing right and tried to move unnoticed from there.

                 The train for Chengalpet was on the platform. I felt so royal……..as if the train was just waiting for me to arrive. I had planned not to sit on the side opposite to the ladies first class. Reason- I was victimied by a female for all the wrong reasons that I had no intension on……last week. But fate never forgives you, I was invited by the lonely seat exactly opposite to the ladies compartment. Had to sit there, I had a long journey yet.

                Being an artist or precisely a painter and good at that, I usually draw sketches of my neighbouring commuters, and yes also show them their masterpieces. I was begging for a bakra this time, and my eyes landed on the ones sitting on the other side of me. Guys generally feel that some women have beautiful eyes but in this case, I felt as if her vision penetrated mine.

                 Took out the tool and weapon……pencil and paper and started off with a miny mission. It din’t take me more than some minutes  to complete with her sketch. But she was a true model, never moved her eyes off mine. As if I had hired her for this job. I completed it and smiled looking at her. Thought she must be aware by now what exactly I was doing. But her eye balls never moved, just mere mild blinks. Her vision never wandered. This annoyed me to the core of my brains. You see a lot of men who stare at their counterparts just to embarass them. But this was unusal, A Girl staring incessently a Boy. Gosh! is something wrong with her. What a pitiful character she carries. Felt like tearing off the page in front of me. Whats the use of a wrong protrait. Just then it was time for me to get up. Got up and stood at the door still cursing her, for she had ruined my evening. Surprise! she was standing behind me ready to get off the train. This seriously triggered a lot of anger. I felt as if she was following me. Thoughts that were foolish flashed, am I gonna be kidnapped by her OR is she gonna gather a crowd and hit me as usual for all the wrong reasons. I was determined…….Boy! get off the train and RUN just RUN away so that no one can get hold of you. Got off the train…..started walking as fast as I could. Just then I could feel some one on my shoulder. The dread of my life. Turned back just to see the same girl. I went wild, felt like giving her one tight slap. Cooled down and asked her how I could help her. She asked me the direction for the bus stop. I helped, but she din’t move. Infact opened her big fat ugly purse and to the shock of my life……..got out a folded Blindman’s cane. I seriously went blank at that. Such beautiful eyes that had no vision to view its own wonder.

                 How Inhuman I acted….instead how pitiful was I at that moment. Narrated the whole episode to her……….she listened to me in peace as if she were a long last friend. Then came a query, just pouted out of her lips with ease…but it did prick my thought…….” How do I look? Do I look beautiful?” I still don’t know the answer to this question. I don’t know what beauty actually means to her. Yes I have the masterpiece with me which reflects her apprehensions. But which can’t provide her with a proof!!

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2007 in Puppet Show!

 

Being Homeless

Everything starts off with a calculation

Miss some and count some till eternity

The thoughts and actions that don’t ever fail

Have the Ability to harness Divine Bliss

But Yet Actions do go the other way

I screamed and yelled in pain

Just to discern that many are in angst

Folks fought for material causes

For all the wealth earned in a lifetime

For the stuffs that meant something or may be nothing at all

But people overlooked at what I lost

I have lost my childhood

I have misplaced my childhood

 
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Posted by on October 6, 2007 in Heart Felt (Poems)