Another slice of my life

In a corner of the world I stay alone,
People call it dirt, I call it home!!
Never ever meddling in matters of Kings,
I stay on living as the pendulum swings!!
No one even knows that I exist,
Since days of the yore, this neglect persist.
Unbeknownst to most of them,
A slice of my life still exists.

Torn apart by conflicting emotions,
Away from the leader's visionary visions.
My life goes on whosoever gains,
Full of uneven, copious pains.
Concerned about bread and butter,
Its not a question, whose windows they shatter.
Its not at the mercy of any of them,
A slice of my life still exists.

Not at the mercy of conquerors or vanquished,
Not in the name of victories accomplished.
Never for the sake of falling walls,
Neither for the reason of cannonballs.
Never ever in a thousand years,
Never in a history written of fears.
Apart from the moment of darkest hue,
A slice of my life still exists.

History: The Missing Sunday!!!

A weekend is every reason for celebration!!!! That too since times immemorial!!!! So much so that it even drives out entire history books upside down much to the ignorance of general public like us!!! To drive the point home let me introduce this concept of "suitable history" against history. Now we have famous dates and days, painstakingly documented and kept alive by people from all walks of life. The Ides of March (15th day of Roman March!!), Independence day (A general term throughout the world, thanks to colonial powers), D day, E Day, I Day and even Yom Kippur War!!! Yet somewhere suppressed deep in the annals of history are the events that took place on Sundays!!!
The reason is fairly baffling yet for some strange reason we simply don't care!!! Means we have never heard of "Sunday Revolution" or "Sunday of March" or "The battle of Sunday" etc. Every corner of the world swears by the Sunday (Except the Islamic Nations), so important it is that whether it is Monday, Wednesday or Friday the focus of our undivided attention is only Sunday!!!
This anomaly has prompted me to put forward my own theory!!! Looking at this consistent absence of Sundays, it would be a good idea to assume that even in past when people were supposedly more work oriented (That is what my neighbour tells me everyday), Sunday invariably proved to be their undoing. So the generals who made history on some Tuesday must have enjoyed their Sundays hunting and the government officials who were victims of some coup d'etat on Friday must have been busy planning the upcoming Sunday and hence lost focus and consequently their face (actually in some unfortunate cases). Also since government offices are closed on Sundays, no revolutionaries were interested in storming empty offices and hence an absence of "Sunday Revolution"....may be!!!
Whatever may be or have been the reasons, in my opinion Sunday is the most ignored facet of human history. May be we need to do something on a Sunday!!! How about teaching a troubling neighbour some lesson on a Sunday!!!

The Chronicles of India: No Lion, No Witch and the Wardrobe (Malfunction)

It is so unlike the legendary Narnia!!! And so much so that with only a few Lions left, it is better to say that no lions are involved. Same can't be said about the witches but let me have the benefit of doubt for despite the vileness of the lot, these "witches" are rather harmless!!! But it is the wardrobe that has to be here. A nation infatuated with wardrobes, once opened it gives the exact description of the family or individual who happen to own it. And here it is where the Narnia part comes into picture. My experience with various wardrobes has been vast and amusing. From the enviable spic and span wardrobe of a relative (No prizes for guessing that she was a girl) to the taxonomist's dream come true kind wardrobe of my friend, my tryst with wardrobes has been very interesting!!!

So I was forced to think as to whether C.S. Lewis also encountered any such wardrobe (High chances of the location being in India) where his imagination ran wild and the rest is history and three films till date!!! In India, the wardrobe fascination starts with a family's urge to stuff every piece of clothing accompanied by a mothball into this temporary penitentiary of clothes. But this urge has different meaning for all. The father stuffs the clothes with an intention of using them to clean his scooter/bike. The mother genuinely cares for the clothes and wants to avoid another costly shopping spree on account of damaged clothes. The elder sister stashes for the elusive special party and the brother finds the concept of wardrobe altogether ridiculous!!! Left to the poor mother to bring sense to the ridiculousness, the younger ones decide to use the space for hide and seek (The Narnia Story) and I have seen many of these running back screaming as some friendly spider or cockroach decided to say hello!!

This was until the modern days introduced a few more wardrobe issues (Not just literally, but actually too) which was again a family issue like our beloved original wardrobe. The wardrobe malfunction as we came to know it shook the TV room. The farsighted father of the yore now scrambled to keep the remote strictly under his control and keep his household "clean", the elder sister wanted to know about the malfunctioning dress for that now common parties. The younger brother still finds the concept ridiculous, when he has access to tons of "videos clips" daily on youtube and pirate bay!!! The mother chips in to make the idea of TV viewing an unpleasant one when she tunes in to one of the soap operas and dissuades any one else from getting near!!!

The family is still the same and so is the wardrobe (until it malfunctions). Broadly speaking...forget the what you read!!!!!

A slice from my life

It is the deadliest question of all,
As to why your heart is so small?!!
Why can't you think, why can't you care?!!
Why don't you see the nagging despair!!
Why is it so that you always say no?!!
Why can't you just let it go!!
To them I say:
Take a slice from my life and try to live,
You will know why I did what I did!!!

Yet on some weak and brazen moment,
I must go and share the torment!!!
Whether you are right, whether you are wrong
It is my duty to swim along!!
Yet if I wish the same from you,
I must remember, only a commitment is true!!
Feeling helpless ambushed by the world,
When I pity to be not in the fold!!
To them I still say:
Take a slice from my life and try to live,
You will know why I did what I did!!!

A Slice from my life is pretty hot,
You will know as to what I thought!!
Never ever thinking twice before,
Dare not question and pretend to be sore!!
Yet if you think you know it more,
I offer you the slice of which I spoke afore!!!
You will know why I did what I did!!!

Confused lover!!!

Am I to ask you little questions,
Make it clear and make some sense?!!
Am I to tell you when I ask for love,
It could be a gesture up and above?!!
Yet for a simple benign reason,
Love lasts a lifetime not a season.
Should I ask you for your heart,
Its for the love, not to be torn apart!!!

Whether to ask you to stay back and kiss??!!
Or let you go with a reason to miss!!
Should I stand and wait for you to depart?!!
Or should I start and hit the boulevard?!!
Walking alone on a lonely walk,
Carrying in my hand a flowerless stalk!!
Never to be seen never to be heard
Or should I stay put and listen to the heart?!!

Should I ask you for a dance or a date?
Or should I simply clear that plate?!!
May I drop you to your office tomorrow?!!
Whether you are happy or full of sorrow.
Am I to hold you smug and warm?
Or let you fleet like a boundless swarm!!
What am I to do to feel you loved?!!
To make you feel the feeling you deserved!!!

That coffee in the rain!!!

Going through days of life,
Something caught my eye!!
Drizzling slowly away from strife,
The divine gift of sky!!
Calling out louder than ever,
Urging to shed restrain!!!
I can fall in love forever,
With that coffee in the rain!!!

Drenched roads with misty smile,
Attempts to dryness all futile!!!
Dark clouds with thunder senile,
Last of the birds flying in a file!!
High in spirits with the sumptuous terrain,
With that brilliant and hot coffee in the rain!!!

Sprouts of green on sweet smelling earth,
Life taking roots jolly mundane!!
Courting smoky smell of the hearth,
Boiling happily for a moment serene!!
To make me forget my endless pain,
Let that elixir blend n drain,
To give me my coffee in the rain!!!

A classless society

Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin!!

Mao, Khrushchev, Ho Chi Min!!!

Sounds like a two line poetry, isn't it? And why not, such a poetic sounding entourage who also happen to be the ultimate champions of another poetry......Communism!!! Now why I call communism a poetry is because each and every individual has his or her own interpretation of it (I have been told that even nursery rhymes like Humpty Dumpty, Jack n Jill etc  have different interpretations!!!!!). And yet every one understands its basic theme......A classless society!!!! Seriously?? That's it?!!! Then every student in this world would be a communist (Now this is my understanding of Communism)!!!!

Absolutely trust me on that as students would be right at the top of the list of most indoctrinated and absolute communists. No one in this world hates engaging in classes more than the students. And it is my belief that no one  loves them more than our neighbourhood Sharma, Verma or Khanna ji and his distant relative's prodigal son or daughter (Let's brand them capitalist!!!).

Now putting my theory of Communism in this world as I understand it, we have the champions of classless society and the detractor capitalists who want classes to exist. It is my belief that the capitalist's prodigal relatives too want a classless world where classes, assignments, projects simply should not exist. And since they can't express themselves, it happens to be my solemn and moral duty to liberate the prodigies!!! Let me go and pick up a fight with Mr Sharma, Verma or Khanna. The same neighbours who might have given me a lift on a rainy day or chased away a thief from my terrace. Only because I believe that I am a communist and a victim of capitalism needs salvation through me!!! I may do it as well!!!

And when I want to rewrite the initial rhyme with hint of my name, my heart still croons.....

Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin!!

Mao, Khrushchev, Ho Chi Min!!!

I don't fit here!!! Damn....I have a class tomorrow morning, need attendance!!! 

Steamy affair with blood and gore!!!!

Many people have very romantic notions regarding evening and night. Candle light dinners, ball room dances, suave discotheques and what not!!! Yet a supposedly marginalized  section of society who also think that they happen to be the children of lesser gods have a very different experience which is as scandalous as it can get!!!
It is the steamy experience of sauna that many would love to pay for. But the moment it is free of cost, its brand value gets diluted!!! And we the children of lesser gods are left to deal with this diluted brand and the eternal angels of action, dance, drama and music. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you the mosquitoes!!!
Ultimate success of evolutionary cheekiness has ensured that they manage to stick around and play their part in our "steamy affairs". Skillfully managing to spot one area of vulnerability,  they for sure bring action in our otherwise lazy and neglected lives. Extra points for treating us like free vending machines and soothing the heart by reducing its workload (lesser the blood, lesser the workload).
Notwithstanding the benevolence of such a noble creature, man has come up with umpteen concoctions so that we might remain lazy and comforted. Yet, the concoctions fail to dampen the spirit of the noble mosquitoes who have inspired scores of B grade Hindi films!!!
But the whole scenario becomes dangerous and personal when people decide to take up matters actually in their hands. Self hurting splats and swats try to master the indomitable angels. And success means.....a scene right from some Tarantino movie!!!! All blood and gore with the creature's existence dissolved in it!!! Many wished they had not done it for the sake of hygiene!!! Yet as a second mosquito whizzes past the ear, it is time for action again!!!! That steamy affair with blood and gore!!! SWATTTTT!!!!!

Crazy physics!!!!

It is absolutely normal to have happening lives (I am not kidding!!). But what if the whole world conspires to make it otherwise?? A sleepless night, a horrible fight, a couple of submissions (trust me, even one does the trick), a lost badminton racket or an early morning class, each one of them are enough to destroy your day. And all hell breaks loose on someone who is unfortunate ( the term in civilized world is "busy") enough to encounter them in one go!!! God bless him or her!!

Yet that extraordinary day is commonplace in the campus!!! Drained of all hope of redemption (I learnt this word from a famous movie!!!), I and many of you sometimes take a flight of stairs to meet our torment on the first floor. And if god has decided to be harsh upon you, the second and subsequent floors!!!

The other day, I had another such "extraordinary" day. And I had been sentenced by fate to a second floor voyage. A few steps up and I started doubting the basic concepts of physics which claim that gaining height makes you gain energy (remember potential energy= mgh??), but here on the contrary I felt as if I was giving up my last humane reserves!!!! Still climbing up, after the first floor I was in a colourful state of mind after seeing a few pretty faces. Ignoring the imbalanced load of laptop and copies in my hand, I was ready to defy logic and gravity to reach my destination as soon as possible when for the second time I cursed physics!!! With a crashing sound, my laptop and copies lamely surrendered to the overwhelming overlordship of gravity. Picking up my humble belongings, I resumed my journey and as I reached my destination and encountered.....Murphy's law (The damned law must also be a law of physics!!!)!!
Closed doors greeted me and I had little choice but to go back from where I started, but why on earth was physics with me now??!!! I was supposed to lose energy now, right?? But on the contrary I was gaining it!!!!
Damn the crazy physics!!!!