Vacation Bonanza..

Around 20+ years back in middle east,in the land of sun and sand two girls met.Neighbours,playmates about 5 years of age.Oh they weren't much of friends.One of them was smart,knew how to ride bicycles and could walk to bus stops alone.The other one was extremely shy,could hardly successfully complete a day without bruising herself.Her parents knew she had a probably co-ordinating her mind and legs.(Her legs worked before her brain worked out the disaster hidden before her)..

No prizes for guessing which one is me.I'm the one who kept falling off.(The best one was when I had decided to cycle down a flight of steps when I was about 7.Whom did I think I was??Akshay kumar??I have no clue.It was only seconds before I crashed at the end of the steps the enormity of the blunder dawned.)

Well my dad moved back to India in 90's and we lost touch with the little smart girl next door.Mom and Dad occasionaly talked and smiled at the memories.Now as God smiled we met again.We weren't neighbours anymore.We were room mates at hostel.We were classmates.Those were the days!!The Balyakalsakhis (Childhood girl friends)!!

She was a nice girl who kept gorging textbooks and vitamin tablets.She sat with me when I cried about missing home.We cried together when our best buddy ditched us for a new friend.We laughed at the nuances of studying.Took care of each other when one of us fell sick.So it was till "engineering do us apart"..

Again life took us in different directions.I headed for my work.She went back to UAE for her work and parents.We chatted,emailed and occasional made international calls.She never forgot my birthday.When I got married and moved out of India also nothing changed.

Yesterday I met her after five and a half years in all her bridal glory.It was her best day and I couldn't miss it for anything in the world.She looked beautiful in a wine red silk saree.We hugged and cried a bit.I was happy for her.She might have had a bit of a wait for marriage,it had not gone in vain.Her dulha was tall and handsome.I'm sure he'll keep her happy.

Flight tickets:800 SGD
Wedding Shopping:300 SGD
Travelling costs:200 SGD

The look on her face when she saw us sitting in the audience:PRICELESS!!

Relax ma Relax..

Running is part of my life.For buses,appointments,movies anything.(Oh you thought I was aspiring to P.T.Usha??Sorry I wouldn't run a race even if my life depended on it.Dinosaurs don't run!)
So even today I ran to keep my appointment at the spa.I had decided to de-stress myself after a tiring week at work. The modern day woman in me decided to relax with a manicure and pedicure..So I sat down with my feet in bubbling warm water and listening to music..Aaah Heaven; before all the hell broke loose with my mind at work..
I was swinging myself on the seven scales of music. I was worried if I didn't get the notes properly my teacher would throw me out of the class. I decided to concentrate on the notations..
But my silly mind kept wandering..Project,code,bugs,client,boss,big boss..
"Relax ma relax..", my beautician had kicked me back to reality..But how could I? I have a hundred chores running through my head..
She asks me to decide on the colour of the nail polish. I sit and stare at their collection..I mentally try to suit my complexion with the colours on the rack..I'm tempted by the blue and green..I chide myself for being silly.I decide to go for something less garish; something very feminine; yet classy. Off course I had to be. This week I have client presentation.The deal was important. At least my boss felt so.Last minute my boss decided to fly to KL leaving that barbaric presentation to me.I was supposed to be only a technical consultant..
If the client dumps the deal; the first thing that flies right out of the Big Boss's window would be me..(Dinosaurs cannot fly!!) Shit happens..But for me it's just that shit always happen..
"Relax ma relax..", my beautician interjects again and smiles at me..But how could I?I have a hundred chores running through my head..
She has smeared so nice smelling lotion/creme over my legs and arms..She mentions ginger and butter...I thought ginger was for cooking..Anyways she wrapped my legs and arms in polythene strips..I look at them and think of sandwiches in Toast Box...I look funny...

Then suddenly I remember about the prescription.The new medication..Doctor had mentioned about it being anti-cancer drug and my eyes had popped out..I push away the cancer part and try to decide how to get to NUH to buy it..(Later in the evening I had spent 20 bucks on a cab for going to NUH only to find out that pharmacies are closed on Sundays and public holidays!!)

"Ma'am have you decided on the colour?" I look at her, little does she know all the colours from my life is draining..I've lost the ability to relax and de-stress..I'm on run; a fugitive of time..Racing against it..I force myself not to cry..Crying makes one weak..I've reserved all my crying to the back seats of cabs...

"Let’s try a sober pink or rose..Something very light..But I want it bright..Nothing glossy for me and no sparkles..."I explain what I want.She,a professional picks up just the right one..And we start the nail painting..

I hope the colour fills my life too..Like a fresh radiant pink rose..I wish they remain so forever..They may fade in time but let the colour fade gracefully..

P:S: I know it's a crappy post.But it feels good to blurt out these thoughts..
P.P.S:Let me get some sleep..It's 2AM and I already have a hundred chores running through my head.

An Untitled Poem

Let me sleep now,
Away from the drums and horns...
The war heralded,I hear...
To end another?
To win over the bad They say...
Who is good and who is bad...
I look at you
I look at them all...
Ain't all of you the same to me?

I found this in my archives..Written long ago...Thought I'd post it to fill up for my absence...As usual my poetic senses had terminated by the time I reached 9 lines..Yet I see a progress...From 4 to 6 to 8 to 9...

Jose Giovanni - Part I

If I had a bunch of examination papers to clear and two broken hands, I would have gone into a depression greater than the one in 1930's.But then it is not me, it is Jose Giovanni.

Jose Giovanni would have got himself a whole chapter dedicated to his sagas; if there were any book that published world’s greatest college legends. He is the hero in my college.

I emphasize on definite article (English teachers please excuse) “the”. Giovanni is not just another jerk in college. He was born with nothing lesser than a diamond studded platinum spoon in his mouth. The lucky bastard was born into a family with ancestors so rich that they could buy the entire solar system if they willed. Thankfully with the wealth, God had given them sense and ample amount of generosity. Therefore, they never did or abetted anything that put another noble living being in distress. So much for the blue blood, Giovanni was no different. He drove the most expensive car in the campus and wore nothing but big brands. When blood is blue, men just look even more handsome.

I’ve heard girls whisper...”Ooooohhhh!””Aaahhhhhhhhhh!”Yes he was one of the most handsome men I have ever laid my eyes on.Square jaw, deep-set eyes that were the color of honey, thin lips and raven black hair. He had an angular nose and high cheekbones. Yes, he looked as if he has just walked out of Phoenician mythology. Yes, I heard you girl, Adonis! I do not know how Adonis would have looked like but then Giovanni looks simply irresistible to women. He was not a rake; he was just a nice human being.

Oh, most importantly he was an excellent football player. Now that was not a great thing academically. He hardly came to classes and even if he did well; he used to sit in the back seat and sleep. Now as the storyteller; let me humbly confess I happen to be a fellow nerd classmate of the Giovanni.

Giovanni was a friend to me also. Yes the smart geek of the class. I am not geek-geek. I just happen to sit in the front bench and submit assignments on time. So inevitably he found out the easiest way to finish his assignments on time. The moment I finish my assignments; I give him a copy of it. He finds time to make minor changes to it and submits it. Therefore, I became his friend along with the football cronies.

Taking life as it comes was never my cup of tea. I worry a lot. You see I was not born even with IKEA stainless steel spoon in my mouth. Sorry to be blunt I was just another baby on earth who thought having  food two times (and sometimes one) was a way of life until I went to school with other kids. So exams give me jitters because failure would be a disaster.

Therefore, I sit at the corner seat in the study hall grinding my way through books my fellow comrades’ use for weight lifting.

It was a May; the exam heat was at it’s peak and so was the summer. I had been sitting in my seat for around two hours and my butt was burning. That is when Giovanni appeared at my humble desk with a request.

(To be continued..)

P.S.I'm really pressed for time.I'll be doing the next part tomorrow and  Thank God It's Friday!!!

The Room Mates

     She calls me TT, my darling TT. No! It’s not the short form of “Tantrum Thrower”. It’s time teller. Tonight my hood is up that means I need to “TRRRIIIIIING” at; hmmm let me see; six in the morning. See she turns a knob on my back so that the tiny yellow needle in my tummy points to my tattoo in the shape of “6”. I am a cool guy I have a lot of tattoos, all numbers!

     Oh! My prima donna, half her time she taps away on her Laptop. I don’t know what; but I guess it’s her job. At times she smiles at Laptop. I hate him for that. All I get is a tight slap on my hood when I “TRRRIIIIIING” in the morning. But I know she loves me the best. Why? Because she wakes up in between and checks out my tattoos. I think she finds me cute.

    “She loves me the best”, I declare aloud to others. Lamp knocks her flexi hood in a mock. ”You? No way, it’s got to be me. I’m the last thing she touches when she goes sleep. That’s how important I am to her. And even though it’s dark I’ve seen her slap you on the hood in the mornings.”

     Not to be left behind sleepy Miss Mirror chimed vigorously.” I’m her best friend. I tell her how pretty she is. As a woman I know how important it is to maintain ones looks. And I tell her clearly (like a good friend) it’s time for exercise or a quick trip to salon.” I don’t like Mirror either even with her smooth and luminous skin.

     That’s when the curling Iron put his head out of the drawer and seethed. ”Hey!! Don’t you dare to say so. I make her look the prettiest in a room. I add a shine to her lanky hair. I curl her mane and add a bounce to it. And then when she walks on her stilettos, head turn.” He stops and we all imagine the sight and a collective gasp escapes us. ”If you say she likes anyone better, I’ll burn you.” He tucks back in to the draw. There is a minute of silence. He is an angry young man with smoldering rage.

     Silence continues only to be broken by a gracious intonation. That’s her bottle of pills. ” Sorry fellas, I’m the one she loves the best. Because it’s me who is going to make her biggest dream come true.” Mr. Pill scratches his head and smiles triumphantly.” I’m going to help her have a baby!!” And he sits back with the expression of cat who has just gulped a bowl of milk.

     There are murmers. I’m a little crest fallen. Now that was being helpful. Does that mean she would love Mr. Pill more?

     “No. Mr. Pill you are just being an aid and nothing more. I’m her best friend. I’ve been with her for the past eight years. I’ve known her for more time than any of you.” That was Mickey. He was gifted by her friends when she was in a place College. He keeps saying he used to live with a bunch of girls in a room. Like we are dumb heads to believe that, Phew! He keeps telling tales like that. But one thing is true; she keeps him close to her when she sleeps and keeps talking to him low voices. He says she confides everything to him.

    “I’m her confidante. That means I’m more important than a lover.” Mr. Mickey snaps at all of us and adds contemptuously, “Morons!”...

    I simmer in rage and open my mouth to retort. Suddenly the door opens and a sliver of light enters from the living room. It’s her; we all know. The black needle points to my tattoo 10.She looks tired. Her hair is disarray. She sits down on the bed stares at the Wall for a long time. My heart is ticking louder and louder. I try hard to keep its beating less noisy. She lies down on her side and curls up in to a ball. She is crying now. Loud. Louder than my ticking heart.

    It’s getting queasy for all of us. She switches on Lamp and puts down my hood. No “TRRRIIIIIING” tomorrow? I wonder. She wipes her face and pulls out Mr.Pill. She swallows all of them. She kisses Mickey good night and switches off Lamp.

Two Books,A Jigsaw Puzzle and a blog-less week

Today is Friday.Why? Because I don’t feel like working. So it should be a Friday. Like last Friday I’m in a confused state of mind. I have loads of work to finish by next Friday and my thoughts are like maggi noodles; without any start or end. And curiously the song that’s running through my head right now is “Ek paheli hain tu,naarnaveli hain tu,jitna mein suljhavu utni yeh ulajthi jaye..” from the Dev Saab’s Heera-Panna…

Strangely, I can hear a voice in my head.The profusion of the same leaves me frowning like a gentleman trying to make out the cricket commentary from the garbled voices of a transistor.

In a Lonely Looney Loop

Going Round ‘n Round like a Hoop

I know it’s a cranky post. But then you forget it’s my blog.Wait! Is this what they call a writer’s block/bloggers block? May be may not be…I’ve being missing in action for a while because I’m trying to finish a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle(1.5ftX2ft;ya it is ginormous). It’s interesting and addictive. I’m half way through I’ll soon publish a snap of the finished product before I frame it. (Yes I’m ambitious and confident I got a frame too)

I was busy reading “The Room” by Emma Donoghue and “I am number Four” by Pittacus Lore. The first one was an absolute pleasure. The narrative is fresh and smooth.

Told in first person by a 5 year boy, The Room is deep and intense. The innocence of the narrator makes the story even more gripping. I finished it in a day (could barely convince myself to bathroom breaks). If not for the storyline The Room will definitely captivate your mind for the narration style.Sometimes it’s not about the story it’s about how it is told. No I have no intention to tell you what it’s all about; you got to read it and tell me. But let me warn you this is a fast read but not a light read.The characters will keep roaming the corridors of your mind even long after the book has taken it’s place in the shelf.

The second one is another alien-wars saga. Nothing new in it if you have read LOR and the likes. But then I like the conspiracy theories and the idea of existence of parallel universes. Grab a copy ,it’s a light read.

Friday (the actual one; today is virtual Friday) is diwali.I have a long weekend and I’m looking forward to some serious blogging.

Love of my life...

As I mentioned earlier this is my blog and here you’ll read of things I have an opinion about. Not that there aren’t much things under the sky I have no comments on.

One thing apart from music that I’m addicted to is books. I read a lot.

I collect books. I have a small family library. Ya right one big cupboard full of books.

Books for all ages. Fairy tales to Nancy Drews to biographies. I have a book for everyone.

I’m only a bilingual, when it comes to voracious reading. English and my mother tongue. Most Indians are multilingual.English, Hindi and a mother tongue.

I have few Malayalam novels. But then I have quite distinguished readers in my aunts and uncles who suggest the best of Malayalam for me.

But now I collect comics’ too.No, don’t giggle. Wait till you know what I’ve collected, you’ll be begging.

I’ve the whole Adventures of Tintin in hardcover. I’ve Asterix and Obelix.Once Calvin and Hobbes joins them I’ll sit back and enjoy. Calvin and Hobbes are on the way to my loving arms via Amazon. GRIN GRIN GRIN!!!

Having said all this, I love lending my books to others. I love the way my cousins come to ask me “Kochechi, ee book nanno?”[Sis, Is this book good?] And I tell them,what I liked about the book and what I didn’t. I never ever ask them not to read a book.I always encourage them to read and come up with an opinion.

Since I no longer stay at my home, I’ve taught my cousins to keep my cupboard in order. And to my astonishment they do it and I love them for it.

I’m proud of them because they never spoil a book. If someone does that I never give them a book again. If you don’t know how to take care of other person’s property, you have no right to borrow.

And if you love books and keep buying them, they are a treasure. Let me give you a tip.

When you buy a book if you don’t plan to resell it, add your initials, date and place from which you bought. Add a note depicting your mood. I’ve books bought years ago and when I read my notes the day comes back to me. Live and fresh, not a minute out of place.

Friday-This is the day,Lord has made

Everyone tells me Fridays are the best days of their lives. Half of the time I agree because I don’t like arguments and other half because it really doesn’t matter to the other person what I think. Either way there is a general notion that Fridays are very popular among humans stuck in a 5-day week job schedule.

This is a Friday and I’m bored. Jumbo bored! I’m in office, I have work. The problem is I’m in no mood to work. Primarily because I have no clue how to go about with this piece of assignment and then because I’m itching to blog.

But on Fridays I’ve found myself working more.

• It’s a dine out with friends which implies no cooking
• I can get back home later and not worry about waking up early in the morning.
• The thought of weekends itself is so inspirational.

So it goes without saying that I do most of the weeks work on a Friday. Yes this includes all the bad, ugly, trashy works too. Sometimes I think it’s my devious mind at work. This one makes me work so hard so that it leaves an impression with my bosses.”Gosh!!That girl! The way she works that too on a Friday!!”

(GRIN!!)That’s the cheesiest grin I can afford now with people sitting around me attempting to work. Now I’ll give you some serious tips on how to act busy without getting any work done.

•  Facial Exercise. It’s on days like this one should learn to control the facial expressions. The act itself is not easy. You need to stare at the monitor, head cocked to one side. It will be nice if you can wrinkle your brows and occasionally pout. REMEMBER, it is very important not to smile at all. You can always make slight noises like “tut,tut,Uff,How could I!!”

• Drink lots of water. It helps to de toxify.The only part of the body which works is our tapping fingers and muscles around our eyes straining to keep them open. We eat like a famine stricken mangy dog and work out like a pig. Drinking water (without any alcohol) helps cleanse the system. You can take rather frequent trips to the wash room. Walking is an exercise .People assumes you are pregnant or you have a bad case of food poisoning or kidney stone. Works fine for me.

• Google is God. Didn’t understand? If you have a net connection(if you don’t have stop pouting and get one!!) type any random word like Aztec,Mayan,Pollution,India and Rhombus etx.You’ll definitely get a result. Conspiracy theories are the in thing. Someone would’ve thought of a bizarre connection. Browse away to oblivion. It will not be harmless to open couple of windows related your field of work in case your boss decides to drop by. Now that you’ve opened make sure it’s about the latest trend in the market. It’s the shortest way to impress someone. Like today I’m learning about Lambda expressions in C#.I like the way it sounds. Sounds exotic.

• Blog-Blog-Blog. Now don’t roll your eyes and tell me that you cannot access blogs. I know, silly you cannot. Most corporate know that their valuable resources would be busy writing nonsense (like this) if allowed. But now is the trick. Listen to me. Write down all you can on word document. Edit it and style it. You have 8 hours to do all this. That’s enough time for a post. Mail it to your personal id with a very generic subject like.” Daily Activity Details-<YourName>”.No one wants to know the details. Go home, check personal mail and post it. Yes honey, you should’ve met me earlier. Well better late than never.

Rome was not built in a day nor is the knowledge behind the content of this blog. The above is the easiest top four tips for beginners. There are more they are not for beginners nor are they free. Feel free to use the combination of above to accomplish greater heights in evading useless work. So till I publish and get myself banned from corporate world its 1-2-3 poof to work!!

[Statutory Warning: The post is just for fun and author personally does not believe in non-commitment toward work in general. But then some days are plain boring.]

BlogAdda and Indusladies are saying ‘Bye Bye to Breast Cancer‘.

I had conveniently ignored the campaign.It's difficlut to face the truth sometimes and it's easier to turn away from it.But today while surfing when I saw it again,I decided it cannot be a coincidence anymore.This was God's way of telling me"Silly,write down about your fears and anxities.Let it go honey."So here I am telling you my story.

This June my grandmother was diagnosedd with malignant growth in her throat.It was cancer and almost around the sametime I discovered lumps on my left breast.Yes I panicked.I knew it could be just some fluid stuff.Everyone knows that some of them are just fluid or dead cell etc etc.I went to my guru Google and searched furiously,trying to gauge how far I havegone.The result came up quickly but it didn't tell me what I wanted to know.
I decided to go to a docter nearby.She did a check up and told me that it's normal to have fluid lumps and some get thick around your time of the month.Nevertheless she reffered me to a doctor who specialised in breast and surgery.I was haunted as I waited for the appointed day.
On that rainy June day I walked into her office.The receptionist smiled at me and took down my details.The moment after I saidmy age,she gave me a look or I dont know if I imagined that.I was asked to wait for a while.women poured in,young and old.All of them had someone with them,I was the only one alone.I refused to be overcome by tears.Tears can wait.

Finally when I walked in to the consultation I was tense.The friendly doctor asked only one question "Any history of cancer?"I replied as calmly as I could,"My paternal garndfather died of cancer and maternal grandmother is doing her radiations"so much for family heritage.I thought I was dead.
The doctor looked at me and smiled."That was a regular question.It has nothing do with whether one should have cancer or not.For your age [26] you just have .01%.But most important is early detection."
She did a scan and we found 4 lumps around 1 cm.She assured me that they are all fluid lumps.I go for check up every 1-2 months.We monitor the lumps.some fade.some new ones come up.Some just stay.

But from what I learned.
1.Keep checking for lumps
2.Make sure the lumps are still prevalent after your monthly periods.
3.If you are not sure,consult a doctor
4.Most of the lumps you feel are usually fluid ones.No worries.

Here the key is awareness.Be Aware,Be Healthy.

The Alarm Clock

Nine years ago,I started using my first alarm clock.Today nine years laterI bought a new one.It's just an ordinary alarm clock,with three hands and a "snooze light".There's nothing new about someone buying an alarm clock.Clocks stop working,you lose them and hence you buy a new one.Now I bought it specifically for a reason.

Nine years ago on this day a 17 year old entered the campus of a very prestigious college in South India.But she had fallen in love with that place years before that.It was the same college her dad and sister had graduated from.A charismatic Mechanical engineer and a brilliant aeronautical scientist had come out the college.She was sure she would make it big in her own.It was her rite of passage,this college.
She looked around and wondered if her dad had walked the same steps up to the classes.If her sister had sit in those classes eyes wide open as she sat today.She knew she belonged there.

With her;had come a tiny blue alarm clock.With seven girls stacked in room,it was absolutely necessary to wake up early if you believed in bathing in the morning (which she did).The little alarm was confined to the room,the owner did not venture out much (lest you get caught by a senior).
But in the second year,the little alarm found her way to main study hall.Now the owner was a senior in her own right and hence she wasn't bothered about getting ragged.Both of them sat through exams and assignments.The little alarm woke up birthday babies at sharp twelve.Some times there were cakes and gifts.Some times it was just a candle and cookies soaked in strawberry jam sprinkled with sugar.

As time moved on mobile phones entered the scene,no one needed a silly alarm clock to tell the time or wake them up.So the little alarm clock was proudly placed in the main hall where students filed in to study.Girls checked her to see if it was time to sleep,call home or boyfriends.And the new kids thought of the alarm clock as a gift from the hostel owner and some silly fresher said that out aloud.The owner of the little blue alarmed stormed out from her den and scolded the fresher for trying to make a blatant statement like that.
Now the alarm clock was never funded by her owner.The only time the owner bought her batteries was just the first time.Later on the batteries too drained to be used for walkman's were donated to the alarm clock..Oh yes the CD's were a new thingand phones still didnt have mp3 player.The first mp3 player we saw, was from KL and was 128 MB memory.Yes,we used walkman's with cassettes.Now there is no previous or next buttons on a walkman.But someone had found an alternative;
press together rewind and play together.Voila!The tape would start playing from the previous track.

I had left the alarm clock at my hostel.My juniors used it and it still sits there on the window sill which over look the road.The little alarm clock which stood by me as I waded (sometimes drowning) through subjects and relationships.Today as I was shopping for some household stuff,I remembered,"Gosh it's 9 years,Almost a decade after life gave my bestfriends;my room mates."This episode is not complete without the girls,they loved the alarm clock almost as much as I did and used it more than me.Somehow buying the alarm clock,I try to bring all those memories together.Rewind and play again thoseepisodes.Preserve those beautiful moments of life,so that every passing second I can cherish them.

If Only We Had No Gods

Human beings believe themselves to be perfect. We are probably the only species which are far from perfect. Not physically. Because that’s god given (lets say not human engineered for the sake of atheists).We hail us as the most intelligent beings that ever walked over earth. It’s the same intelligence that renders us a lot less than perfect. Animals and birds cannot think too much, hence they are not violent like us. The dogs don’t kill each other because some are white, brown and others black. They accept each other. But we human beings, even with a brain to think we are unable to rationalize things. I sternly believe if God didn’t want us to think we would’ve still remained chimpanzees. And why is that we don’t think?

We evolved as creatures that can walk on two’s but it also made us into creatures that are barbarians by nature.

It makes me sick to read about all the murders in the name of God-Only-Knows-What…

Sometimes it leaves me wondering if only we had no Gods; it would’ve saved the life of many a lives...

Confessions Of A First Bencher..

Back Bencher Consortium(C):
Now Now..What would a First Bencher(read the geek,nerd,book worm...) have to confess??We have all read the chronicles from Last Benchers...

And My My they are very interesting..But then if you ask my opinion first benchers are a bunch of bumble bees who just sit around so that the professors don't feel bad..
They just sit and sit and sit,eyes wide open,nodding there heads as if they understood every single
word said and is blessed by the newly acquired knowledge..Worse??They ask questions..Not that we mortals are attentive to lectures( we are away,far far away dreaming and catching up some sleep after the late night movie marathons...)..You don't get a word of what they are talking about (you feel you were just teleported to classroom just this second) and they have inevitable spoiled a good day's slumber...
Despicable creatures!!!

ME (Representative,World First Benchers Welfare Organisation.WF(W)O):

Whoah!!!So many allegations..Such a personal attack on a community which never bothered to compete for the much sought student territory of back seats??Now the time has come for the truth,the revelation.Time to cleanse us of the malicious charges.

Let me confess..I'm a front bencher.Yes.Someone who always sat right in the front of any class attended..But not even for once be beguiled by my intentions and my poker straight face.See it was never a choice and allow me to explain.

1.I am short.Which means some times I cannot even see the tutor let alone check which direction the tutor is looking before I can attempt any of my not-so-authorised-activities in the class.

2.And more than often tutors tend to concentrate on the back benchers than us the "poor-nerds"...Or may be not..But being in first bench gives us the unique vantage point for the tutors movement allowing us better opportunities to fun..

3.Once when I was very late to class,I happened to get the last but one bench...After the class I had a handful of tiny paper balls on my pony tail and two miniature paper rockets..I was the butt of the joke that day for the Back benchers..And last I heard one of them had applied for NASA...I'm pretty sure he'll get through from the preciseness of the rocket launching he had done the other day...

4.Again couple of times when I landed up in the last seat..I smiled at the prospect with a wickedness that matched
Tom's(from Tom and Jerry)..But on each occasion I was hauled right on the stage near the board to solve
difficult problems; right in front of the class...These evil things happen only when I sit at the back bench.
Oh ya call me superstitious!!!

5.And Hello non-front bencher!!! We are not nodding our heads in acknowledgement with the tutor we are dozing off..Remember I was the one next to you when you screamed your lungs out after watching Tom Cruise in that entry shot of Vanilla Sky,You Moron!!!..And Talk about screaming at 3 am in the morning!!!

6.And that look of bliss,that one comes when you successfully stifle a yawn..And when we actually miss stifling we drop our pens rather unobtrusively.Bend down,yawn,pick up the pen and sit up.Come on..after all we have a
reputation to maintain..

7.Sorry about disturbing you with the questions..Most of them even we don't know what we are asking...When someone jostles us from sleep(Oh Yes !You.You back bencher, by passing notes or creaking the furniture or by chatter and giggles.), it's our reflex action to create a question from the last technical term that pops up in the subconscious...
eg:Madam,Do you think the electrical energy in the motor can be harnessed in a more efficient way by working on the coefficient of friction in the windings??
See it made sense to no one in particular...

8.Most importantly if you are actually in the mood to study(read the day after new year/resolution),there is nothing to come between you and the educational system..Not even the rustic benches and desks...

Back Benchers we're sorry for keeping you all in the dark..We are just like you...Around to have fun,make friends and in process learn [enough to land up a job with plush salary..]..We are not really no-fun people..
We are just into an unconventional way of having fun sitting right under the nose of the teacher..

P:S: NOM to any of my teachers.I believe in holistic education..More than what the text books can teach or one can cram up to clear the papers..

Let’s just keep it that way..

              
              Judge me not by my looks

              Watch my body sway to your rhythm...

  

              Judge me not by my speech

              Listen to the voice of my unspoken words...

  

             But then there are too many things you don’t know about me..

             But then let’s just keep it that way...

All my attempts at poetry prematurely end by the time I reach 6-8 lines..But then I'm not going to stop...Why???Like I said "..there are too many things you don’t know about me,But then let’s just keep it that way..."

Death Dancers..

Somedays I think about death a lot..May be its my mind conjuring up the easiest way to escape from my miseries..(most of which I have brought upon myself with minimal help/aid from any external party.)

It remains a mystery..Like a black hole which sucks up people you love and you are left behind wondering how to put back your life in place....

The day I wrote the death poem I was hopeless and clueless..But creativity blooms in the deserts of sorrow and loss..
Thanks to double vodka in pineapple juice with a wedge of lime..But I should say it leaves a lingering
bad taste the day after...Else it's the perfect drink...And I'll name it hmmm...Sunshine Madness

Death evades me
 my most sought after companion..
With wings of delicate fire
 dancing in tiny circles..
Gracefully they fly
 dark cloaks brushing me..
Yet refusing to embrace me
 in their cold arms..
Eternal Sleep!!Bless me with it.
 Hesitate not to hug me Oh immortal!!
Divine is your touch,
  embalming immortality into me..
Powerful is your breathe,
 dicatating life out of me..
In your hands,I look forward
 a transformation to eternity..
To leave behind the burdens
 the tears and the memories so rotten..
Why do you evade me?
 Treat me with compassion..
Pain is your weapon
 unleash it upon me..
Let your wrath take over
 and let me find my peace..

 

Where the rain is born...

I yearn to see the palm fronds swing...

I yearn to listen to the fury of monsoon..

I yearn to quench my burning sky and earth..

I yearn all long to lie in the nest of rain...

..To Where the rain is born...

I'm in love.I've been in love for as long as I can remember.I'm in love with Zeus.The God of Rains...

I love his fury...I love his caring touch...I love the way he hides my tears from the world...

I love the way he is around me,folding me in his arms on difficult nights...Hushing me to sleep...

I watched him play around..From home,classes,college and work...I know he hates the  way I pull out the umbrella..We have a fight over it..He tries to pull it away,I tug it closer to me..Well somedays he is naughty..He sweeps around my body leaving me wet to the core...He breezes around me..And just before he quits on the rendevous,he slides a wet finger through my tresses,,Occasionaly he whistles and kisses my moist neck...

But the most vibrant memory of him is of the day I lost everything...I stood outside my home not knowing what to do or whom to go to...Everyone was busy,too busy to notice the plump ugly teenager with a puffed face..I was hardly noticed by anyone anyways..He noticed me..He came down that day...His  fury was unpredictable...It felt like he had joined arms with me in my battle...From that day everytime he has been there...Whenever I cried bitter tears..He  comes by window to be with me...To make me smile...

And that is how I fell in love with my Zeus...