Oh my simple cold and cough,
I request thee- leave me alone
For People have been ringing the alarm bells
They mistake thee for something else!
They say you hath something to do with swines
They say its dangerous and contagious
The public places-they say I cannot explore
But I know you're just common cold and nothing more!
Aah! my poor Throat!
your attention deficit syndrome -I understand
But that doesnt mean you go so Sore
Canst you see its causing an uproar?
and you---my nose?
This was not expected of you
Either you leak creepy fluids- or set up a blockade
Such extreme behaviour! Why have you betrayed?
Fear turns even the staunchest of atheist -
into believers firm
Help me Jesus,Allah -my Lord Dear
I'm just an agnostic-and one not so sincere!
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Monday, July 27, 2009
'Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?'
Finally I'll have a semester in which more than half of the courses are of my interest. Electromagnetics, Linear Algebra, Discrete Mathematical Structures(Mathematical Logic and all) , Linear Programming, and the best- Contemporary Fiction. And this Fiction Course requires us to read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban! So my plans and attempts at forgetting HP (so that I can enjoy it all over again after a few years) have failed. I'll have to reimmerse myself into that world this year only. Yippee!!!!
P.S: Harry Potter critics- Keep away your disparagin eyes from this post,and try to keep your disapproving comments to yourself.
P.S: Harry Potter critics- Keep away your disparagin eyes from this post,and try to keep your disapproving comments to yourself.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Misunderstood Matters
Sometimes for doing a noble deed you have to 'act' selfish. People clash, interfere and try to replace your vision for the deed with their own. They manipulate,change and in most cases stop everything altogether. and Then the only way to get the work done is portray your actions as being done for self interest,rather than for the general good.
Everyone wants to be part of a noble deed,even if they in some way, hinder it .But no one wants to interfere with the work of a selfish man unless they themselves feel threatened.
On the other side of the coin,what most people do is disguise their self interest as a noble deed for the general good. There is a thin line between these two, which is difficult for other people to see.
Intricate..........but in my life,I have taken the bitter pill.
Everyone wants to be part of a noble deed,even if they in some way, hinder it .But no one wants to interfere with the work of a selfish man unless they themselves feel threatened.
On the other side of the coin,what most people do is disguise their self interest as a noble deed for the general good. There is a thin line between these two, which is difficult for other people to see.
Intricate..........but in my life,I have taken the bitter pill.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Some Holiday moments
Parents are funny....
"This looks like a bank statement.Credits earned etc.. What the hell is it?"
My Dad , while looking at my Semester II grade card.
"Skying Flew/Bird's Fly/ THE Sklew"
Names given by Mom to the new pandemic gripping the world.
"You should really be able to identify edible plants .Like in college, you should easily be able to spot a tulsi plant in front of like say,the law department."
Dad lecturing. After recovering from my bafflement , I sarcastically asked "Law department in IIT?"
"To make an impression in front of your juniors ,always have a first aid kit ready with you."
Maybe Bhatta and Sahil Singla would be the coolest ones next years, acc. to Dad. ;)
Others:
"Sundar bhaiya, 50 Rupiye de do. JINGER khana hai"
A beggar in front of KFC to my utter disbelief. India is for sure getting westernized.
Friends:
"This is so Bollywood"
Tarasha, on for a short vacation, who watched Slumdog in US and US based Kambakkht Ishq here.Its a pity I wasnt able to convince her to watch 'New York'.
"I would love to meet those dumb blondes"
Me to Tarasha.She did come across the Dumb blondes, American Dudes, Geeky Asians,and Cool Niggas out there.
Cricket:
If a three-year-old is bowling me out, it's time to move over. 
Michael Vaughan read the retirement signals loud and clear when his son Archie knocked out his off stump in the garden
"This looks like a bank statement.Credits earned etc.. What the hell is it?"
My Dad , while looking at my Semester II grade card.
"Skying Flew/Bird's Fly/ THE Sklew"
Names given by Mom to the new pandemic gripping the world.
"You should really be able to identify edible plants .Like in college, you should easily be able to spot a tulsi plant in front of like say,the law department."
Dad lecturing. After recovering from my bafflement , I sarcastically asked "Law department in IIT?"
"To make an impression in front of your juniors ,always have a first aid kit ready with you."
Maybe Bhatta and Sahil Singla would be the coolest ones next years, acc. to Dad. ;)
Others:
"Sundar bhaiya, 50 Rupiye de do. JINGER khana hai"
A beggar in front of KFC to my utter disbelief. India is for sure getting westernized.
Friends:
"This is so Bollywood"
Tarasha, on for a short vacation, who watched Slumdog in US and US based Kambakkht Ishq here.Its a pity I wasnt able to convince her to watch 'New York'.
"I would love to meet those dumb blondes"
Me to Tarasha.She did come across the Dumb blondes, American Dudes, Geeky Asians,and Cool Niggas out there.
Cricket:
If a three-year-old is bowling me out, it's time to move over. Michael Vaughan read the retirement signals loud and clear when his son Archie knocked out his off stump in the garden
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Chronicles of Two Dreaming Eyes
Long long back- My parents are trying to make me sleep.Lights are off.Dad on one side,and mom on the other. But I wont be so easily pacified. After all,how can I take those beaches and trees and dreams of far-off lands out of my mind.and I hadn't really asked Daddy for anything much up till now..I am unrelenting..I want to go to Goa..AND I wont sleep unless I am promised that we'll go there next summer.
Dad promises and I sleep peacefully-Same story goes on for nights...
Weeks later,we are on board a train off to Bombay(as it was then) and Goa.
Class 8 -I have grown up,but the bed hasn't,so I am sleeping alone. Dreaming of Cardcaptors.That melodious opening theme(or the mere memory of it) is running through my mind, almost like a soundtrack.I wake up. Suddenly the reality dawns on me.There is no Cardcaptors now, no Dragon Ball Z.I probably wont get to watch them again. Pathetic shows now infest Cartoon Network.
Tears roll down my cheek. I make a silent promise to myself that I will earn lots of money and buy off CN.
Years later,I am downloading episodes of Dragon Ball Z from internet,illegally.
Class 10-Spotlights are on.I am in the centre of ESPN School Quiz. Somehow it is my day. Harsha Bhogle is asking questions to which Only I know the asnswers to.People are applauding. I wake up.Its dawn.
But the reality doesnt dawn on me right then.A few mins pass,I get up.I Promise myself that this year I will go to the quiz well prepared and win many episodes. I make up imaginary quiz circumstances in which I hit the 20 pointer in the end and get the "Hero of the day" award.
But as the memory of my last year's painful 1st round exit comes to haunt me,tears roll down my cheek.My fists are clenched.
ESPN School quiz never happened that year.
Class 11- I am dreaming , of a girl I like at tution.Unaware,I am smiling in my sleep.As I wake up, the smile persists. I just couldn't get her out of my head.I know where I am headed....
Class 12 after exams-A snow white face is approaching me in a bus.Even though everything is hazy and blurry, I just know who she is. She was the same girl I had dreamed of a year back.She was the same girl who I had just broken up with (or rather,as I would painfully admit,who had just broken up with me).
She comes up to me, holds my hand, says Shes sorry .I say I'm sorry.I just cant believe she came up to me. We decide to start over.My happiness knows no bound.I am leaping with joy.
This time the tears are already there when the reality dawns. The realization amplifies the waterworks.
It was just a dream.Like many of those previous dreams. Why !
Right then, I hate myself.I wish it wasnt just a dream.
After more than a year,She Who Must Not Be Named still visits my dreams,though a lot less frequently.
A few weeks back - I have been practicing it. Suddenly, one day, I achieve what I have been trying to do. I rise a few feet in air,with my hands flapping vigorously. I am flying."This must be a dream" I whisper to myself. After all, I had dreamed of flying many times before. I slap myself.
NO this wasn't just a dream.I try rising higher,but fail. After a few hours I go to insti rooftop, where a volleyball match is going on Himadri vs Kailash. I flap my hands.I rise higher than before ,but fall awkwardly.I need to practice this.I put myself on show during Rendevous,where people dismiss it as a magic trick.
After what seemed like days,I wake up.No tears.I say"shit".It was again a dream.
I have had 4-5 dreams about flying,but none felt as realistic as this.
A few days ago- I am arguing with my unrecognizable-in-reality friend. About GOD. I look out of the window. I surmise that if God exists, he will show itself to me that very moment. Suddenly I see something through the window.Then it disappears. I look harder- AND THEN....I am thrown over by the shock. I saw two monumental images of GOD-like people hanging in mid air.I was not able to look at that for more than a second.The view totally overpowers me.I am running out of breath.I hide behind the curtain. I ask my friend to look outside the window. He says he sees nothing. I beg him to look harder. He gasps and says-OH!
I wake up. I think about the dream."Shit Happened" ,I tell myself. What do I do now? Do I start believing? I saw GOD in my dream. The rationalist in me says that it happened because the ongoing discussions about God in my blog.Then I thought about my other dreams I had in my life--they were after all, just dreams.I never got to participate in ESPN school quiz again, the girl never came back to me, I have never known to fly,and I will definitely not buy CN. I think that I should not create much fuss about GOD.It doesnt really matter if he exists or not.
Dreams are fascinating.I love them and hate them, at the same time.
Its mindboggling how ,immediately after the dream you reckon what you saw was very interesting, and it seems awfully stupid after getting back to senses.
I dream a lot. My friends say its because I think too much.Maybe so.
There are a lot of interesting quotes about dreams like:
"Dream is not what you see when you sleep…It’s the thing which does not let you sleep"
I am not talking about being philosophical here,just being practical.
Do they mean anything? Should I react to them? Would I be a fanatic If I ...for instance....get inspired about my flight dream and start doing something about it. Believing that I can really fly someday?or Start believing in GOD because of it?
I believe though dreams dont mean anything ,we can add meaning to them.Take them as a source for inspiration. Dreams as such are just a form of our imagination.
If they are nightmares, then just ignore them.
Also,I believe that Humans can fly someday.Maybe as a result of evolution.maybe just as a newly learned art.Just like swimming.and I wish I have something to do about it.
Dad promises and I sleep peacefully-Same story goes on for nights...
Weeks later,we are on board a train off to Bombay(as it was then) and Goa.
Class 8 -I have grown up,but the bed hasn't,so I am sleeping alone. Dreaming of Cardcaptors.That melodious opening theme(or the mere memory of it) is running through my mind, almost like a soundtrack.I wake up. Suddenly the reality dawns on me.There is no Cardcaptors now, no Dragon Ball Z.I probably wont get to watch them again. Pathetic shows now infest Cartoon Network.
Tears roll down my cheek. I make a silent promise to myself that I will earn lots of money and buy off CN.
Years later,I am downloading episodes of Dragon Ball Z from internet,illegally.
Class 10-Spotlights are on.I am in the centre of ESPN School Quiz. Somehow it is my day. Harsha Bhogle is asking questions to which Only I know the asnswers to.People are applauding. I wake up.Its dawn.
But the reality doesnt dawn on me right then.A few mins pass,I get up.I Promise myself that this year I will go to the quiz well prepared and win many episodes. I make up imaginary quiz circumstances in which I hit the 20 pointer in the end and get the "Hero of the day" award.
But as the memory of my last year's painful 1st round exit comes to haunt me,tears roll down my cheek.My fists are clenched.
ESPN School quiz never happened that year.
Class 11- I am dreaming , of a girl I like at tution.Unaware,I am smiling in my sleep.As I wake up, the smile persists. I just couldn't get her out of my head.I know where I am headed....
Class 12 after exams-A snow white face is approaching me in a bus.Even though everything is hazy and blurry, I just know who she is. She was the same girl I had dreamed of a year back.She was the same girl who I had just broken up with (or rather,as I would painfully admit,who had just broken up with me).
She comes up to me, holds my hand, says Shes sorry .I say I'm sorry.I just cant believe she came up to me. We decide to start over.My happiness knows no bound.I am leaping with joy.
This time the tears are already there when the reality dawns. The realization amplifies the waterworks.
It was just a dream.Like many of those previous dreams. Why !
Right then, I hate myself.I wish it wasnt just a dream.
After more than a year,She Who Must Not Be Named still visits my dreams,though a lot less frequently.
A few weeks back - I have been practicing it. Suddenly, one day, I achieve what I have been trying to do. I rise a few feet in air,with my hands flapping vigorously. I am flying."This must be a dream" I whisper to myself. After all, I had dreamed of flying many times before. I slap myself.
NO this wasn't just a dream.I try rising higher,but fail. After a few hours I go to insti rooftop, where a volleyball match is going on Himadri vs Kailash. I flap my hands.I rise higher than before ,but fall awkwardly.I need to practice this.I put myself on show during Rendevous,where people dismiss it as a magic trick.
After what seemed like days,I wake up.No tears.I say"shit".It was again a dream.
I have had 4-5 dreams about flying,but none felt as realistic as this.
A few days ago- I am arguing with my unrecognizable-in-reality friend. About GOD. I look out of the window. I surmise that if God exists, he will show itself to me that very moment. Suddenly I see something through the window.Then it disappears. I look harder- AND THEN....I am thrown over by the shock. I saw two monumental images of GOD-like people hanging in mid air.I was not able to look at that for more than a second.The view totally overpowers me.I am running out of breath.I hide behind the curtain. I ask my friend to look outside the window. He says he sees nothing. I beg him to look harder. He gasps and says-OH!
I wake up. I think about the dream."Shit Happened" ,I tell myself. What do I do now? Do I start believing? I saw GOD in my dream. The rationalist in me says that it happened because the ongoing discussions about God in my blog.Then I thought about my other dreams I had in my life--they were after all, just dreams.I never got to participate in ESPN school quiz again, the girl never came back to me, I have never known to fly,and I will definitely not buy CN. I think that I should not create much fuss about GOD.It doesnt really matter if he exists or not.
Dreams are fascinating.I love them and hate them, at the same time.
Its mindboggling how ,immediately after the dream you reckon what you saw was very interesting, and it seems awfully stupid after getting back to senses.
I dream a lot. My friends say its because I think too much.Maybe so.
There are a lot of interesting quotes about dreams like:
"Dream is not what you see when you sleep…It’s the thing which does not let you sleep"
I am not talking about being philosophical here,just being practical.
Do they mean anything? Should I react to them? Would I be a fanatic If I ...for instance....get inspired about my flight dream and start doing something about it. Believing that I can really fly someday?or Start believing in GOD because of it?
I believe though dreams dont mean anything ,we can add meaning to them.Take them as a source for inspiration. Dreams as such are just a form of our imagination.
If they are nightmares, then just ignore them.
Also,I believe that Humans can fly someday.Maybe as a result of evolution.maybe just as a newly learned art.Just like swimming.and I wish I have something to do about it.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Intoxicated
Disclaimer: This work is by no means promoting or glorifying the use of alcoholic drinks.It is bad..very bad and I need not list its endless cons.
He gazed at the glass
His face grew tense
Should I hold back?, he asked himself
or Should I jump over the fence?
His will was driven by wonder...
how it feels to be drunk
So he gulped the liquid quickly
Afterall, he was no monk.
He felt good, he felt happy
His body loosened up,he was on high
He ran to tell his friends
Though he wanted to fly!
He talked loudly, He talked a lot
His friends remarked he looked like a clown.
Shocked they were -never expected this of him
"Et tu Piyush! You let us down."
But for him, it was more of an experiment
- why do people act strange after drinking whiskey,vodka or wine?
Now he knew,now he felt...and when a friend asked..
He could not even tell the equation of a straight line!
And all in all, he quenched his thirst.
Thirst not for the terribly tasting vodka,but of this feeling -
which turned the world upside down
and made the floor look like ceiling.
P.S: 1. It was just a one time thing. No more of this.
2.'Eq.of a line' thing was geeky, wasnt it? Courtesy Kshitij. (I said x+y = c or something,which wasnt that bad.)
3. When asked which of us two was drunk(me or kshitij), two colleagues confidently declared that it is Kshitij.Kudos to you two!
4.WARNING: DONT TRY THIS AT HOME.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A God's workshop in an idle mind ..part 1
God: Hi
Me: (laughing) not again..I know you dont exist.
God: Why do you say so?
Me: Because its not you..its just me thinking.
God: What makes you believe that its not me inside you..Why do you think its you talking to yourself. Maybe its me making you think what you are thinking.
Me: Stop..or I'll just go mad!!!
God: Dont worry.its me God..I'll take care of everything.
Me: Ok. Since we've arrived at a paradox at not being able to confirm if you're really god or not...why dont you do something that will make me believe.
God: Because I am god.I dont need to prove myself.Simple.You believe if you want to.
Me: Ok ! I believe you exist.happy.now what?
God: Nothing.
Me: Ok.bye
God: Look. I dont want people fight over if they believe in me or not. I just want them to live life a healthy way and let others live. I dont want them to follow different code of ethics which they call religion.I'm not for hindu or islam or christian etc.There is just one code called humanity.
Me: This is exactly what I think ! See now its confirmed its just me talking to myself and its not God!
God: But even you are God. I am in everyone.Havnt you come across the concept in which one is given an object through which he would see GOD ,and it turns out to be a mirror!?
Me: Oh no.Not THAT lame concept again! It spoils the plot of many thrilling sci-fi and philosophical stories.
God: ??? So if you ever have any argument over God with anyone,just shut him/her by this concept and be happy.
Me: I dont know if you are God or Just me going nuts,but whatever crap you are talking....it deserves to be on my blog!
God:But I am not going to shut up unless you promise to talk to me again. I am bored you see.
Me: If a promise is the only way you're gonna be quiet ,then so be it.Just shut up for now for GOD'S SAKE!
Me: (laughing) not again..I know you dont exist.
God: Why do you say so?
Me: Because its not you..its just me thinking.
God: What makes you believe that its not me inside you..Why do you think its you talking to yourself. Maybe its me making you think what you are thinking.
Me: Stop..or I'll just go mad!!!
God: Dont worry.its me God..I'll take care of everything.
Me: Ok. Since we've arrived at a paradox at not being able to confirm if you're really god or not...why dont you do something that will make me believe.
God: Because I am god.I dont need to prove myself.Simple.You believe if you want to.
Me: Ok ! I believe you exist.happy.now what?
God: Nothing.
Me: Ok.bye
God: Look. I dont want people fight over if they believe in me or not. I just want them to live life a healthy way and let others live. I dont want them to follow different code of ethics which they call religion.I'm not for hindu or islam or christian etc.There is just one code called humanity.
Me: This is exactly what I think ! See now its confirmed its just me talking to myself and its not God!
God: But even you are God. I am in everyone.Havnt you come across the concept in which one is given an object through which he would see GOD ,and it turns out to be a mirror!?
Me: Oh no.Not THAT lame concept again! It spoils the plot of many thrilling sci-fi and philosophical stories.
God: ??? So if you ever have any argument over God with anyone,just shut him/her by this concept and be happy.
Me: I dont know if you are God or Just me going nuts,but whatever crap you are talking....it deserves to be on my blog!
God:But I am not going to shut up unless you promise to talk to me again. I am bored you see.
Me: If a promise is the only way you're gonna be quiet ,then so be it.Just shut up for now for GOD'S SAKE!
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