Enough of emotional crap, yesterday i decided to try my hand on some comic writings, Priyadarshan made his transistion from comedy to serious with Aakrosh, and here the legend is back with some exciting never before seen comedy. FYI, this are'nt PJs ok, ignore common layman, this "FYI" was for 2 to 3 diabolical fools, he he he !!!
So here it goes, recently i made some surveys, to some controversial unanswered question. Not to mention that survey included just one people....
"ME" !!!
#What if Rahul Gandhi becomes India's prime Minister?
Firstly, he will dissolve the passing systems of exams and make sure politicians children are given a lower pass percentage, and Gandhi's(not the real ones, the reel ones) don't need to appear in papers.Secondly, he wants to sue the examiners who corrected his higher secondary papers and failed him.
#Why Mayawati wants to become India's prime minister?
Firstly, it has been a long time since she did some scam; secondly, her locker is already filled with Gujrati diamonds, she wants to try a hand at South African ones.
#Why Mulayam Singh doesn't want to become India's Prime Minister?
He has been very well taught by his holiness Amar Singh, not to keep false hopes as they tend to cause heart attacks in case of failures.
#What if Mamta Banerjee becomes India's Prime minister?
A ban for Tata, in complete India.(You fu**ed my case in Singur, i will f**k ur case in India!)
# Why is Dr. kalam still optimistic about 2020 vision?
Well, he is India's missile man and whatever he speaks are at a height of 20,000 feet. Naturally, it takes time for truth to travel against gravity. It will surely reach him one day, i am still optimistic...
#when is India going to win a football major tournament?
Only when a south-asian quota comes into existence, and lesser chance when the referee is bought.(Lesser chance with the second choice since football referee's are never Indian.)
#Why did Prathibha Patil become India's president?
(please send me a reply..I seriously need one!!!)
Silent Words
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Conversation With God !!!
"Man proposes God disposes." For a supreme soul like me dedicated solely to the uplift-ment of mankind, a few things don't come easy! I belong to the breed of engineers infesting this planet who consider few acts as a lethal sin. Today on this propitious day, in front of Lord Shiva, I am going to make the confession of the sin I did today.
Me: "O' mighty and the most puissant Lord Shiva. I come to thy gracious abode to seek forgiveness!"
God:"yes, my son first tell me who are you and what is your model number? then tell me what have you done?"
Me:"O omniscient, I am Siddharth Panigrahi, model number 4:05 am,i6th april 1990, House number 420 Sambalpur, Orissa, India."
God:"My register shows no registered any Siddharth Panigrahi in it. Were you illllllll???"
Me:"No my lord. I am a perfectly legal born son. Sorry it is 1989, the habit of bluffing people on this earth made me think i could even bluff you and postpone my death... "
God:"I am omnipresent, omnipotent and the maruti omni. Yes my register has the following entry---
Name: Siddharth Panigrahi.
Born: 16 april, 1989
Time of birth: Delivery order signed at 5:18am, earth timings may vary as per urgency
Death: One year after he loses his virginity.
Unique Qualities: Flirty, falls in love with every second girl, proposes to every third girl, gets ditched by every girl(and a die hard fan of Salma Hayek) "
(sSuddenly God shouts in havoc reckoning voice,"Parvati don't come outside. We have a very bad human here.")
God:(husked voice, with a wicked smile) "How is Salma these days?, my sources say she married a clown, and is now called Salma Pinault?' The Wi-Fi connectivity is weak here up in these Himalayas; these politicians need to be taken to task."
Me: "Lets discuss it some other day. When we have vodka and rum with us. Girls sound bad unless you are drunk".
God: "True..true...come to your confession part, you are wasting my time. Katrina has some problems with Salman going on. I have been called in the form of Allah to help.
Me: "Today, I put a disgrace to engineering breed. I took bath twice a week.(both time alone)"
God: "YOU SCOUNDREL, A**E HOLE; I send you to this earth for upliftment of mankind. Save water and teach the world the importance of water, and what have you done today you took a bath. You scum bag, you don't deserve to be here. I am going to make sure you don't live another second. I am going to open my third eye now!!!"
Me: Forgive me my lord, my saviour, forgive me. Nini and Bui keep taunting me everyday, so in a hesitant offer to make things rite, i commited this hideous crime my lord. I come in front of you to beg for mercy, my almighty. Forgive me, i will never commit such crimes ever !!!
God: " Ja Vats, i forgive you, if they where the ones who inspired you to do it. I permit you to bathe daily. Use a soap if you can child, will you. You stink !!"
"Oh my sweet lord, since how many days its been you havnt had a bath, you insolent rat ?"
Me: " its been a year my lord".
God:" Oh god get the hell out of my site, and do obey to what ever they say, they are god kids, i took my time my made them with much thought and feelings".
Me:" As you say my lord".
HAPPY BATHING !!!
Me: "O' mighty and the most puissant Lord Shiva. I come to thy gracious abode to seek forgiveness!"
God:"yes, my son first tell me who are you and what is your model number? then tell me what have you done?"
Me:"O omniscient, I am Siddharth Panigrahi, model number 4:05 am,i6th april 1990, House number 420 Sambalpur, Orissa, India."
God:"My register shows no registered any Siddharth Panigrahi in it. Were you illllllll???"
Me:"No my lord. I am a perfectly legal born son. Sorry it is 1989, the habit of bluffing people on this earth made me think i could even bluff you and postpone my death... "
God:"I am omnipresent, omnipotent and the maruti omni. Yes my register has the following entry---
Name: Siddharth Panigrahi.
Born: 16 april, 1989
Time of birth: Delivery order signed at 5:18am, earth timings may vary as per urgency
Death: One year after he loses his virginity.
Unique Qualities: Flirty, falls in love with every second girl, proposes to every third girl, gets ditched by every girl(and a die hard fan of Salma Hayek) "
(sSuddenly God shouts in havoc reckoning voice,"Parvati don't come outside. We have a very bad human here.")
God:(husked voice, with a wicked smile) "How is Salma these days?, my sources say she married a clown, and is now called Salma Pinault?' The Wi-Fi connectivity is weak here up in these Himalayas; these politicians need to be taken to task."
Me: "Lets discuss it some other day. When we have vodka and rum with us. Girls sound bad unless you are drunk".
God: "True..true...come to your confession part, you are wasting my time. Katrina has some problems with Salman going on. I have been called in the form of Allah to help.
Me: "Today, I put a disgrace to engineering breed. I took bath twice a week.(both time alone)"
God: "YOU SCOUNDREL, A**E HOLE; I send you to this earth for upliftment of mankind. Save water and teach the world the importance of water, and what have you done today you took a bath. You scum bag, you don't deserve to be here. I am going to make sure you don't live another second. I am going to open my third eye now!!!"
Me: Forgive me my lord, my saviour, forgive me. Nini and Bui keep taunting me everyday, so in a hesitant offer to make things rite, i commited this hideous crime my lord. I come in front of you to beg for mercy, my almighty. Forgive me, i will never commit such crimes ever !!!
God: " Ja Vats, i forgive you, if they where the ones who inspired you to do it. I permit you to bathe daily. Use a soap if you can child, will you. You stink !!"
"Oh my sweet lord, since how many days its been you havnt had a bath, you insolent rat ?"
Me: " its been a year my lord".
God:" Oh god get the hell out of my site, and do obey to what ever they say, they are god kids, i took my time my made them with much thought and feelings".
Me:" As you say my lord".
HAPPY BATHING !!!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Stuck Somewhere
Well, I guess my blog should begin first with an explanation of the title. There's this friend of mine with whom I go on long evening walks occasionally... nothing to it, just getting away from the crap of everyday life. She isn't a great talker, but when she gets talking, there's an underlying sensibility to what she says...and once she was trying to explain to me why she was frustrated with the way most of her friends were living their lives, and she was struggling to come up with a relevant phrase, and all she could manage was "They're all just....just...stuck somewhere I guess". I don't really know why, but that phrase lodged itself in my brain, and I saw this as a perfect opportunity to use it, since that's what most of us still are today...'stuck somewhere' , in some corner of our own minds, in the swamps of our own pasts, and in the confines of our own limits. And for you all to know, that friend of mine is my conscience, my inner self. I call it her, coz a feminine touch is more sensible then a masculine one. And moreover 3 of my friends consider me more of a girl then a boy, LOL !!!
This blog is dedicated to all those who silently pray at night for freedom in their lives, and for those who have the courage to make a difference in the lives of those around them.
This blog is dedicated to all those who silently pray at night for freedom in their lives, and for those who have the courage to make a difference in the lives of those around them.
The Last Supper- A Little Known Tale
I’m a self confessed Dan Brown fan. I’ve read all of his books, and I wince at the criticism that most cynical readers throw at him. I think they make sense, because he does a fantastic job at blending the spiritual and higher aspects of life with the everyday stuff. And, master of words that he is, he does it with a bit of magic.
For all those uninitiated into the world of books, Dan Brown is the author of the most controvesial book "The Da Vinci Code", the book that holds a very dark secret about jesus christ, a secret that if revealed could shake the very foundation of christanity, a secret that says, Jesus Christ was married and that he fathered a child", and though his other books have never come close to that sort of popularity well off course apart from Angels And Demons, they’re intriguing to say the least. Those who haven’t read them, go do it now.
Anyway, there’s this painting in " The Da Vinci Code", " The Last Supper". A painting around which the entire story of this novel revolves, and which guards this secret. Well again those of you who does'nt know, Leonardo Da Vinci is the same old divine man, who painted " The Monalisa". The most controversial painting of our age. The Painting that defied all rules of science. And so as to say my idol. But thats not the point. This blos is neither about Jesus, Nor Da Vinci, and definitely not about whom i idolise. This is about " The Last Supper", its intiation process, and a very very quintessential meaning of what God intended our life to be !! Of what he thinks of his children. How he intended us to live, and how we as for the matter lead our life, So here it goes...
Centuries ago, in the age of the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vinci had just conceived the idea of painting the Last Supper, a painting which shows Jesus Christ having supper with his apostles, and the painting is special because it shows Jesus, the embodiment of good, and Judas, the doer of evil (because he was the one who betrayed Jesus) in the same painting, along with the other devotees. Da Vinci had his own style of going about his paintings, and it was to seat a live subject in front of him and paint. But this style of painting often required him to go on long ‘subject hunts’. It was on one such long and arduous subject hunt that he discovered a cherubic looking church choir youth, whose face had an angelic look to it. “You’re the man for my painting” said Da Vinci. He invited the youth to his studio, and the face of that youth became the face of Jesus in that immortal painting. So the painting was half done, and Da vinci now wanted someone to paint with as Judas. He searched far and wide, but he could never see evil and avarice manifest themselves so clearly on one face, and he had all but given up hope.
He had almost given up, when he discovered by the roadside one day, a drunk drug addict lying unconscious. His face had all the world’s sinister darkness on it, and he was the quintessential dissipated evil man. He dragged him into his studio, and immortalized the features of that wasted man as the face of Judas in the painting. A few hours later, the man came to his senses, and when he saw what Da Vinci was painting, he said “Hey I’ve seen that painting before!” Da Vinci was perplexed…had some painter stolen his ideas? “Where, Where?” he shook him by the shoulders.
“A few years ago, before I lost the singing job at the church choir, a painter…was it you? Called me as a model for Jesus Christ in this painting. My memory is lulled by my intoxications now, but I believed the painter was you, and this was the very same painting.”
Moral of the story: There’s no good, there’s no bad. You’re both, and both are in you.
Now this is a weird ending don't you agree. But the weirdness just gets better, Leonardo Da Vinci was infact the most genius mind of our age, Its neither Einstein, nor Newton. Google who the hell was Leonardo Da Vinci, and when you are obsessed about something and is determined to know everything about that, you tend to figure out everything about that. Now the genius that Leonardo was, he completely forgot about it, that he had already painted the canvas, that was going to be the most godly painting of all time. This last para was just a piece of info. The blog offically terminates at the Moral !!!
For all those uninitiated into the world of books, Dan Brown is the author of the most controvesial book "The Da Vinci Code", the book that holds a very dark secret about jesus christ, a secret that if revealed could shake the very foundation of christanity, a secret that says, Jesus Christ was married and that he fathered a child", and though his other books have never come close to that sort of popularity well off course apart from Angels And Demons, they’re intriguing to say the least. Those who haven’t read them, go do it now.
Anyway, there’s this painting in " The Da Vinci Code", " The Last Supper". A painting around which the entire story of this novel revolves, and which guards this secret. Well again those of you who does'nt know, Leonardo Da Vinci is the same old divine man, who painted " The Monalisa". The most controversial painting of our age. The Painting that defied all rules of science. And so as to say my idol. But thats not the point. This blos is neither about Jesus, Nor Da Vinci, and definitely not about whom i idolise. This is about " The Last Supper", its intiation process, and a very very quintessential meaning of what God intended our life to be !! Of what he thinks of his children. How he intended us to live, and how we as for the matter lead our life, So here it goes...
Centuries ago, in the age of the renaissance, Leonardo Da Vinci had just conceived the idea of painting the Last Supper, a painting which shows Jesus Christ having supper with his apostles, and the painting is special because it shows Jesus, the embodiment of good, and Judas, the doer of evil (because he was the one who betrayed Jesus) in the same painting, along with the other devotees. Da Vinci had his own style of going about his paintings, and it was to seat a live subject in front of him and paint. But this style of painting often required him to go on long ‘subject hunts’. It was on one such long and arduous subject hunt that he discovered a cherubic looking church choir youth, whose face had an angelic look to it. “You’re the man for my painting” said Da Vinci. He invited the youth to his studio, and the face of that youth became the face of Jesus in that immortal painting. So the painting was half done, and Da vinci now wanted someone to paint with as Judas. He searched far and wide, but he could never see evil and avarice manifest themselves so clearly on one face, and he had all but given up hope.
He had almost given up, when he discovered by the roadside one day, a drunk drug addict lying unconscious. His face had all the world’s sinister darkness on it, and he was the quintessential dissipated evil man. He dragged him into his studio, and immortalized the features of that wasted man as the face of Judas in the painting. A few hours later, the man came to his senses, and when he saw what Da Vinci was painting, he said “Hey I’ve seen that painting before!” Da Vinci was perplexed…had some painter stolen his ideas? “Where, Where?” he shook him by the shoulders.
“A few years ago, before I lost the singing job at the church choir, a painter…was it you? Called me as a model for Jesus Christ in this painting. My memory is lulled by my intoxications now, but I believed the painter was you, and this was the very same painting.”
Moral of the story: There’s no good, there’s no bad. You’re both, and both are in you.
Now this is a weird ending don't you agree. But the weirdness just gets better, Leonardo Da Vinci was infact the most genius mind of our age, Its neither Einstein, nor Newton. Google who the hell was Leonardo Da Vinci, and when you are obsessed about something and is determined to know everything about that, you tend to figure out everything about that. Now the genius that Leonardo was, he completely forgot about it, that he had already painted the canvas, that was going to be the most godly painting of all time. This last para was just a piece of info. The blog offically terminates at the Moral !!!
MAKTUB
This is for all the philosophy lovers. Philosophy as in, the real thing. If your definition of philosophy starts and ends with 'life is like an icecream so enjoy it before it melts', probably you're not the right audience for this.
There are certain words that have a ring of magic to them. To me, Maktub is one such word. It obviously means nothing to the uninitated, but once you knwo the meaning, I'm sure you'll be a bit enchanted too.
The Arab culture has an ancient belief, or rather, an archaic saying. It simply says "It is written". Three simple words that convey the most amazing meaning. You could read a million books on self improvement, or about how to deal with it when bad things happen to good people, and all that, but believing in Maktub is much easier.
"It is written". Meaning no matter how horribly things go wrong, or how badly life deviates from the script you had planned, believe that if you want something with all your heart and you believe it is your destiny, then the whole universe conspires in helping you achieve it, because it is written. And if it is written, it happens. And FYI for all the bollywood and sharukh khan's fans, Maktub is the inspiration behind that exemplary dialouge in OM SHANTI OM !!
Maybe you wouldn't be too sure about it now, but you'll see. Believe in yourself, and no matter how messed up things may seem at that moment, things will fall into place, because you believed in yourself and your destiny. And when the pieces of your life fall into place, you'll find yourself muttering 'Maktub', because you will realize that miracles do happen, but not to those who call themselves 'lucky', but to those who believe in them. At the end of the day all that matters is faith, even Sai Baba during his teachings always said 2 words, "SHRADHA" and "SABURI". Have faith and have patience, coz in the end you will end up with stuffs you always deserved. And you would be amazed to realise, sometimes we deserve much much more then we actually get. What ever happens, happens for a reason. Nothing in this world happens with out any reason, there is always a spiritual and a more divine reason behind every single thing.
So, if you are reading this right now, and if you have a dream, go for it. Make it your destiny. Failures along the way are immaterial, because your destiny never changes. And one day when you achieve it, you will have made your peace with the universe and all its mysterious ways, for it has worked for you and your dream.
There are certain words that have a ring of magic to them. To me, Maktub is one such word. It obviously means nothing to the uninitated, but once you knwo the meaning, I'm sure you'll be a bit enchanted too.
The Arab culture has an ancient belief, or rather, an archaic saying. It simply says "It is written". Three simple words that convey the most amazing meaning. You could read a million books on self improvement, or about how to deal with it when bad things happen to good people, and all that, but believing in Maktub is much easier.
"It is written". Meaning no matter how horribly things go wrong, or how badly life deviates from the script you had planned, believe that if you want something with all your heart and you believe it is your destiny, then the whole universe conspires in helping you achieve it, because it is written. And if it is written, it happens. And FYI for all the bollywood and sharukh khan's fans, Maktub is the inspiration behind that exemplary dialouge in OM SHANTI OM !!
Maybe you wouldn't be too sure about it now, but you'll see. Believe in yourself, and no matter how messed up things may seem at that moment, things will fall into place, because you believed in yourself and your destiny. And when the pieces of your life fall into place, you'll find yourself muttering 'Maktub', because you will realize that miracles do happen, but not to those who call themselves 'lucky', but to those who believe in them. At the end of the day all that matters is faith, even Sai Baba during his teachings always said 2 words, "SHRADHA" and "SABURI". Have faith and have patience, coz in the end you will end up with stuffs you always deserved. And you would be amazed to realise, sometimes we deserve much much more then we actually get. What ever happens, happens for a reason. Nothing in this world happens with out any reason, there is always a spiritual and a more divine reason behind every single thing.
So, if you are reading this right now, and if you have a dream, go for it. Make it your destiny. Failures along the way are immaterial, because your destiny never changes. And one day when you achieve it, you will have made your peace with the universe and all its mysterious ways, for it has worked for you and your dream.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Inglorious ME
Some people ,who love me so much they can't seem to get me out of their heads, call me
'The Dominator'.
My reticence is my biggest identity..
My obstinance is my camouflage..
A butterfly that takes it flight only when the sun is hidden and the flowers withered..
Darkness intrigues me but it says I intrigue it more..
The day hates me ,for it says I outshine it..
Twilight is my time..when I get my place both in the sun and the stars..
Malicious and meticulous..a mirage beyond the meddling..
The say the chaos makes it difficult , I say it makes it simpler..
My strength is my weakness , for it nurtures my fear...the fear of failure..
Nobility is for sissies..you need courage to be a tyrant..
I hate nothing ,because that gives me something to run away from.
My patience is dead, the rush is what that gives me pleasure..
I don't love pain , it loves me..
Misery to some, miserable to others and yet a messiah to the rest.
Nefarious,notorious,numb,narcissist.
A pain..dull and blunt..can't be too obsessed by it but can't ignore it either.
Someone who knows he's good and that makes him frozen to world around him..
The archetypal 'Winter king' who has lost his Kingdom of Cold..
The Minstrel who mourns his agony to the world ,making it turn sombre..
But you always feel ..me around you..always...whether you like it or not.
'The Dominator'.
My reticence is my biggest identity..
My obstinance is my camouflage..
A butterfly that takes it flight only when the sun is hidden and the flowers withered..
Darkness intrigues me but it says I intrigue it more..
The day hates me ,for it says I outshine it..
Twilight is my time..when I get my place both in the sun and the stars..
Malicious and meticulous..a mirage beyond the meddling..
The say the chaos makes it difficult , I say it makes it simpler..
My strength is my weakness , for it nurtures my fear...the fear of failure..
Nobility is for sissies..you need courage to be a tyrant..
I hate nothing ,because that gives me something to run away from.
My patience is dead, the rush is what that gives me pleasure..
I don't love pain , it loves me..
Misery to some, miserable to others and yet a messiah to the rest.
Nefarious,notorious,numb,narcissist.
A pain..dull and blunt..can't be too obsessed by it but can't ignore it either.
Someone who knows he's good and that makes him frozen to world around him..
The archetypal 'Winter king' who has lost his Kingdom of Cold..
The Minstrel who mourns his agony to the world ,making it turn sombre..
But you always feel ..me around you..always...whether you like it or not.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Today's Woe
After much ado and fussing, finally after a month of fooling around, BPUT did conduct our 7th sem exam from today. Not to mention the exam being stretch over a month long of agonising period. For the start, taking into consideration the huge and gynormous gaps in between each subject, has lead to the degradation of concentration, not that i had any, anyways. But nontheless, lazily studying around the boring subjects that we have been so kindly bestowed upon with, soft computing, a branch of future computing that utilises human's random yet precise thinking ability to solve advance problem in a much flexible way. Can you imagine a day when androids, walking among us, much like in I'Robots can dream and feel like we do. Nevermind the amazement, getting back to the topic, SC has been by far the best and the most interesting subject BPUT can ever think of including in the syllabus and not to mention even the best subject i have came across, well off course the likes of Microprocessor and Microcontroller is legendary in its own way. Forget about others, me, myself and i was impossibly amazed at how i could like a subjecct related to studies so much, LOL !!!
The 1st exam we had today was this godly subject. Had a jolly good time preparing for the subject. Even for a change BPUT had obtained a more lenient way of setting a considerable paper though a lengthy one. Now after all this unnecessary boring lecture above, the main motive of pening down this blog was for the shithead of the invigilator we had today. As for the matter, the first thing is he seemed totally gay to me, and second is i could'nt figure out what made him so much to be proud of. Well, taking into consideration he was a junior lecturer in one of the most fucking college. But anyways, he was strict for the students as in, not to mention had a very annoying habit of calling the students by various names. But who cares what he call others. This is about me, the fucking asshole, son of a bitch had the audacity to snatch away my paper during the last minute, when the pressure and tension forms a very strong bond of alliance and sky rocket up so high. I still had a long question to attend to, before he so vehemently took away the paper, MF !!!
With no fault of mine, i was penalised fro something i never did. My back bench student calls me an ask me a question, so shere does the fair part goes off, that even my paper was taken away. I argued with him, repeatedly asking to be informed about my mistake. But would'nt it decrown him for being a pompous four eyed ass that he was. I have no idea how i controlled myself fro running to him, pin him to the ground a beat the shit out of him. Stroming out of the class i made sure that he hear the curse i throw at him.
The 1st exam we had today was this godly subject. Had a jolly good time preparing for the subject. Even for a change BPUT had obtained a more lenient way of setting a considerable paper though a lengthy one. Now after all this unnecessary boring lecture above, the main motive of pening down this blog was for the shithead of the invigilator we had today. As for the matter, the first thing is he seemed totally gay to me, and second is i could'nt figure out what made him so much to be proud of. Well, taking into consideration he was a junior lecturer in one of the most fucking college. But anyways, he was strict for the students as in, not to mention had a very annoying habit of calling the students by various names. But who cares what he call others. This is about me, the fucking asshole, son of a bitch had the audacity to snatch away my paper during the last minute, when the pressure and tension forms a very strong bond of alliance and sky rocket up so high. I still had a long question to attend to, before he so vehemently took away the paper, MF !!!
With no fault of mine, i was penalised fro something i never did. My back bench student calls me an ask me a question, so shere does the fair part goes off, that even my paper was taken away. I argued with him, repeatedly asking to be informed about my mistake. But would'nt it decrown him for being a pompous four eyed ass that he was. I have no idea how i controlled myself fro running to him, pin him to the ground a beat the shit out of him. Stroming out of the class i made sure that he hear the curse i throw at him.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Evening Solace
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Words Of Wisdom
There are some words of wisdom that stick with us long after the actual event that lead to those words being spoken has passed. Such is the case with the best piece of writing advice I ever got.
It happened almost 15 years ago when I was a young and somewhat cocky boy. Ahh, but, let me tell you the story in it’s entirety.
We had english classes every alternate day of our time table. And before our session started, we heard words that our teacher was an easy grader.
For the most part the class was interesting, challenging, and fun. I really did enjoy it and true to the rumors our teacher seemed to be a pretty easy grader.
The only problem was, that every couple of weeks or so he would give this in class writing assignment. The same assignment. He would have us describe this banyan tree outside our classroom window in 25 words or less.
Every time we were given this assignment some little devil inside of me made me rebel. Each time I would carefully write my name on the paper, followed by a one word description of the tree. Usually something like "big", "leafy", etc.
Each time he would hand back all our papers ungraded and have the best description read to the class. I would sit at the back of the room and roll my eyes whenever I would hear about “Little fairies, dancing on the sun dappled leaves.” or “The whispering of the rustling leaves.”
Through out the session other students tried harder and harder to out do one another and the description of that tree got more and more fantasy like. I stayed true to myself however, and continued to write my one word descriptions “Brown” ,“rough” ,“tall.”
At last the class was almost over for the year. All that was left was the final exam. As the class and I gathered in our classroom pens in hand our teacher announced that everyone would be excused from the final except for Me.
I sat in stunned silence while the rest of the class filed out of the room grins on their faces.
After they had left, my teacher turned to me and said quietly. “I want you to write a 500 to 600 word essay describing the tree outside the window.”
“you’ve got to be kidding!” I protested. “It won’t take that many words to describe that stupid tree.”
That is when he utter the words that changed my life. For several minutes he spoke to me about writing and how to describe something. He told me that a really good writer, would describe the tree in such a way that not only could someone picture exactly what the tree looked like, but what kind of day it was, and even how the writer felt being in its presence.
He allowed me three days to work on the assignment.
Over the next couple of days I spent a lot of my spare time outside that English classroom in the presence of that tree.
I walked around it looking at it from all angles. I ran my hands over its bark and looked at each and every scar and knot that tree had on it. I stood well away from it and viewed it from a distance. I even laid under it and stared up at its branches.
A few of the other students and some of the teachers would look at me strangely from time to time and one or two of them asked me what I was doing.
“Studying the tree.” I would answer.
In truth I really was hoping for some inspiration. I was waiting for something to “click” that would make it possible for me to describe the tree in such a manner that my instructor would be duly impressed. No inspiration came.
The night before the paper was due I sat in my room at my desk, crumbled pages scattered all around me like giant snowballs. I must have tried to write that paper 100 times, and could not get passed the first line or two.
Wearily, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. What did I see? That darn tree!
I moaned and opened my eyes a moment. Would this assignment haunt me forever? I wondered.
I closed my eyes again. This time when the tree appeared I was determined to keep my eyes shut until the tree disappeared and something more interesting replaced it.
As I sat there with my eyes tightly closed, I saw a tiny black ant making its way up the side of the tree. Wandering from groove to groove in the brownish gray bark. I watched fascinated as it climbed higher and higher, and higher, until it disappeared in a hole just below the branches.
I opened my eyes and smile split my face. Reaching for a clean sheet of paper I began to write.
The next day I turned in the essay and when I got it back just one day later, there was no grade on it. I felt disappointed until I saw the note at the bottom.
“For a brief period of time last night I became a small ant.”
Writing about a banyan tree was the first piece of writing i ever did.
It happened almost 15 years ago when I was a young and somewhat cocky boy. Ahh, but, let me tell you the story in it’s entirety.
We had english classes every alternate day of our time table. And before our session started, we heard words that our teacher was an easy grader.
For the most part the class was interesting, challenging, and fun. I really did enjoy it and true to the rumors our teacher seemed to be a pretty easy grader.
The only problem was, that every couple of weeks or so he would give this in class writing assignment. The same assignment. He would have us describe this banyan tree outside our classroom window in 25 words or less.
Every time we were given this assignment some little devil inside of me made me rebel. Each time I would carefully write my name on the paper, followed by a one word description of the tree. Usually something like "big", "leafy", etc.
Each time he would hand back all our papers ungraded and have the best description read to the class. I would sit at the back of the room and roll my eyes whenever I would hear about “Little fairies, dancing on the sun dappled leaves.” or “The whispering of the rustling leaves.”
Through out the session other students tried harder and harder to out do one another and the description of that tree got more and more fantasy like. I stayed true to myself however, and continued to write my one word descriptions “Brown” ,“rough” ,“tall.”
At last the class was almost over for the year. All that was left was the final exam. As the class and I gathered in our classroom pens in hand our teacher announced that everyone would be excused from the final except for Me.
I sat in stunned silence while the rest of the class filed out of the room grins on their faces.
After they had left, my teacher turned to me and said quietly. “I want you to write a 500 to 600 word essay describing the tree outside the window.”
“you’ve got to be kidding!” I protested. “It won’t take that many words to describe that stupid tree.”
That is when he utter the words that changed my life. For several minutes he spoke to me about writing and how to describe something. He told me that a really good writer, would describe the tree in such a way that not only could someone picture exactly what the tree looked like, but what kind of day it was, and even how the writer felt being in its presence.
He allowed me three days to work on the assignment.
Over the next couple of days I spent a lot of my spare time outside that English classroom in the presence of that tree.
I walked around it looking at it from all angles. I ran my hands over its bark and looked at each and every scar and knot that tree had on it. I stood well away from it and viewed it from a distance. I even laid under it and stared up at its branches.
A few of the other students and some of the teachers would look at me strangely from time to time and one or two of them asked me what I was doing.
“Studying the tree.” I would answer.
In truth I really was hoping for some inspiration. I was waiting for something to “click” that would make it possible for me to describe the tree in such a manner that my instructor would be duly impressed. No inspiration came.
The night before the paper was due I sat in my room at my desk, crumbled pages scattered all around me like giant snowballs. I must have tried to write that paper 100 times, and could not get passed the first line or two.
Wearily, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. What did I see? That darn tree!
I moaned and opened my eyes a moment. Would this assignment haunt me forever? I wondered.
I closed my eyes again. This time when the tree appeared I was determined to keep my eyes shut until the tree disappeared and something more interesting replaced it.
As I sat there with my eyes tightly closed, I saw a tiny black ant making its way up the side of the tree. Wandering from groove to groove in the brownish gray bark. I watched fascinated as it climbed higher and higher, and higher, until it disappeared in a hole just below the branches.
I opened my eyes and smile split my face. Reaching for a clean sheet of paper I began to write.
The next day I turned in the essay and when I got it back just one day later, there was no grade on it. I felt disappointed until I saw the note at the bottom.
“For a brief period of time last night I became a small ant.”
Writing about a banyan tree was the first piece of writing i ever did.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
What If
Havent you given it a thought, how life might have been if time didn't go on..
If happy moments didn't pass on..
What if, life had no time..
What if, happiness never ceased..
Many years later, you think of an incident, laugh to yourself, and then a feeling creeps in,
What if, i could have that incident all over again..
You are deep in thoughts, tensed for something,
you think,
What if those rascals who made my life hell and heaven would have been here..
How life would have been a lot easier, if friends for life would have been possible physically and not just mentally..
You are sitting in your class, waiting for the teacher to come,
And out of no where something hit you hard on your face..
You turn with anger to see what it was, only to find one of that rascal smirking evilly..
You forget about it..
Long after everyone is gone, and you are left alone to struggle on with your life alone..
You think of that incident, cry to the heart felt, curse yourself and feel demean that you even got angry for it..
Tackling a situation with a series of emotion now at present, might not feel right in future..
Your heart cries out, you wish, if only i could have those few back..
Belief me, at that particular moment, no treasure, money or great comforts matters..
Deep in tensed thought does you realise, that money and luxury is indeed not everything in life to survive..
Its essential, but nontheless not crucial..
Mental state is what is crucial to live, to be in peace, to be blessed with a happy life..
I jot down this words, words that my heart not my hand speaks,
Going back by train all alone, totally bored, your body pleading to be crushed to be reliefed of the pain it experience, I think,
What if they had been with me, what if i wasn't alone..
How they would have made me feel better,
How their presence might have sufficed for my body to regain all the strength i lost..
With all this troubled and painful thoughts i write down this blog..
With none to share with, i share all this to myself again and again..
Voila, listen to those words i never spoke, listen and understand those feeling i cant speak out, but each and every cell in me cry it our loud..
What if, i could express each and every feeling i go through, each and every feeling i ever wanted to share, but could'nt..
I always try to get consoled for, but with a heavy heart had to drop it..
What if, you could understand everything without me saying it baby..
If happy moments didn't pass on..
What if, life had no time..
What if, happiness never ceased..
Many years later, you think of an incident, laugh to yourself, and then a feeling creeps in,
What if, i could have that incident all over again..
You are deep in thoughts, tensed for something,
you think,
What if those rascals who made my life hell and heaven would have been here..
How life would have been a lot easier, if friends for life would have been possible physically and not just mentally..
You are sitting in your class, waiting for the teacher to come,
And out of no where something hit you hard on your face..
You turn with anger to see what it was, only to find one of that rascal smirking evilly..
You forget about it..
Long after everyone is gone, and you are left alone to struggle on with your life alone..
You think of that incident, cry to the heart felt, curse yourself and feel demean that you even got angry for it..
Tackling a situation with a series of emotion now at present, might not feel right in future..
Your heart cries out, you wish, if only i could have those few back..
Belief me, at that particular moment, no treasure, money or great comforts matters..
Deep in tensed thought does you realise, that money and luxury is indeed not everything in life to survive..
Its essential, but nontheless not crucial..
Mental state is what is crucial to live, to be in peace, to be blessed with a happy life..
I jot down this words, words that my heart not my hand speaks,
Going back by train all alone, totally bored, your body pleading to be crushed to be reliefed of the pain it experience, I think,
What if they had been with me, what if i wasn't alone..
How they would have made me feel better,
How their presence might have sufficed for my body to regain all the strength i lost..
With all this troubled and painful thoughts i write down this blog..
With none to share with, i share all this to myself again and again..
Voila, listen to those words i never spoke, listen and understand those feeling i cant speak out, but each and every cell in me cry it our loud..
What if, i could express each and every feeling i go through, each and every feeling i ever wanted to share, but could'nt..
I always try to get consoled for, but with a heavy heart had to drop it..
What if, you could understand everything without me saying it baby..
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