....said She

"It is a choice you make.", said She.
A simple word that engulfed my thoughts...
Had i chosen this dream?
Had i chosen this life?
Had i chosen this stream?
Had i chosen this strife?
Had i chosen in this manner to be alive?

"You need to find the balance.", said She.
A simple thought that made me cringe...
Had i balanced my dreams with reality?
Had i balanced my ambitions with sensibility?
Had i balanced my time with close ones?
Had i balanced my rights with duty?
Had i balanced my life with humility?

"You have enough on your plate.", said She.
A simple line that left me wondering...
Had i enough of what i foresee?
Had i enough of what i want to achieve?
Had i enough of what i can do?
Had i enough of what i want to change?
Had i enough of what i want to be?

I told her...
I will do it some day...
Make the choice...
Find the balance...
Keep the plate not so full...
I will do it some day...

I told myself...
I am happy this way...
I have made this choice...
I in chaos find the balance...
I do crib amidst the chance...
I am happy this way...

Beyond what was told...were these unsaid truths...
It is not everyday that you stop in the race to think,
It is not everyday that a friend tells you "wake up"!
It is not everyday that the reflection lies to you...
It is not everyday when you stop being a megalomaniac and say, "...said She"

A Death of Apathy

I am Angry
I am Hurt
I am Furious
I am Disappointed
I am Shocked
I am Disgusted.
I am Enraged

I want to Act against this hooliganism.
I want to Hear their silly explanations.
I want to Fire the men who hold the throne.
I want to Disagree with their claims of moral fibre.
I want to Seethe in thought so that the reaction remains.
I want to Do what I can.
I want to Empathise with the ones victimised.

I will not let this happen to us.
I will not bear in silence this annihilation.
I will not be a mute spectator to these power games.
I will not let a stranger decide my life.
I will not blame the system but be the change.
I will not cower in fear but stand in strength.
I will not let 'his'story repeat itself!!!

Some incidents bring out a furor of emotions and a plethora of actions, gets the media into a frenzy and remotes stand still!
Does the nation awaken? Do people in reality become more sensitive? Are the dharnas and protests a momentary solace? Will the political party in government be politically right? Will the opposition use this to garner votes? Will the men view their rights differently? Will the constitution re-write fundamental rights in a gender bender manner? Will the roadside hawker stop selling chai to these goons? Will places of religious importance shut their doors on the miscreants? Will the fanatic fools finally leave us alone? Will actions like this ever face recession? Can society give the 'pink slip' to these self proclaimed moral police?Will the panel discussions stop generating news and ensure justice? Can the IPC undo the trauma of the young minds? Will the 'I am safe' and 'this cannot happen to me' mode young women come out of their slumber? Can someone answer these unanswered questions??? Or will this like many unanswereed questions die a death of apathy?

Conversations are like this only!!!

This is only possible with a conversation!
A friend of mine posted on his blog a quote by Sade(Remember sadism)...In response to it, my comment was way more wordy than the piece...no wonder, conversations are like this only!!

The Quote:

"Conversations ,like some part of the anatomy,run smoothly with the help of some lubrication"- Marquis De Sade

My Comment::

Conversations are like a spring, we human beings like it warm!
Conversations are like the river banks, we want them to hold our attention!
Conversations are like the meandering path, we step on the stones and move on!
Conversations are like garden hedges, we get a peep of what lies beyond!
Conversations are like the mountain cliffs, we want to scale to the optimum!
Conversations are like the reality we want to see, we mould them the way we want it to be!

The Crunchiness of Life!!

The pitter-patter of thoughts,
The rhyme of romance,
The butter batter of mix,
The coffee- cocoa flicks!

The conviction in convection,
The 180 degree high,
Let the dough rise,
Let the aroma suffice.

Anxious eyes,
Anticipating palette,
A first of its time,
Full happiness in chime.

The time did stop,
The curtain did rise,
The melted brown syrup,
With white chocolate was iced.

He cut it with a knife,
Took a delightful bite,
Sound of laugh and 'crunchiness'
Filled the atmosphere alright.

"I appreciate the effort,
the result however it may be".
The moment stayed on...
The baking disaster bygone.

It was supposed to be...
a choco- mocha cake...
However, a patent of
'Crispy choco rusk' is in the make:)

I Can't

The words are a haze,
All thoughts in a maze.
How do i make any sense?
Rationality is clouded and tense.
I can't find the thread...
I can't hold the seam...
I can't weave the story.

The crowd is all berserk,
The actions all in a wreck.
How do i see this fallacy?
Humanity is shrouded in unknown legacy.
I can't find the face...
I can't recognize the faith...
I can't understand the fanaticism.

The world is all a dream,
Home is some bank with no stream.
How do i find my destination?
Trust is drowned in hesitation.
I can't find the warmth...
I can't give the solace...
I can't emote the obvious...

I can't justify this abstractness...
I can't garner hope in distress...
I can't smile when the heart bleeds!


Some days are different, some days even the smile can't cover the moments of pain...some days even the optimism can't brush aside the sweeping skepticism...some days even the sun rays can't make you belive that it is a new day...
Didn't i say some days are different....days like this are also rare....when i say "I Can't"

Centenary Bulletin Editorial- 15th Dec 2008

The Third Bulletin

The focus of the verbal journeys were ‘the need of the
hour’,
Energy, Education, Poverty, IT, World, COSMOS
Were the themes that ruled all sessions in power.
Cutting edge research and knowledge the interdisciplinary
way,
They say is the future in sunshine and hay!
They say it was a party like never seen before,
The ‘shamiana’ saw the IISc community and witnessed
the colorful folklore.
We travelled the Deccans, the mustard fi elds, the Western
Ghats and the banks of Hooghly!
The gourmet marathon was as sumptuous as a platter of
dreams in curry.
The kulfi , jalebi, rasmalai and jamun made it a sweet
little story.
On that note of sugar and honey,
We bring you Bulletin Three that is all thoughtful and
sunny!

Centenary Bulletin Editorial- 14th Dec 2008

The Second Bulletin

Walking among the giants
We took a stroll through the woods.
The decades seem to merge,
They were moments of revelation!
Walking among the visionaries
We crammed ourselves into the aisles
It was a journey - the future of science
Technology and innovation provided the ambience.
Walking among the crowds
We glided through the aura
Of dreams, hope and energy
Among the chai, coffee and samosas!
The santoor strings marked the close of the evening,
The second bulletin is here for your anticipated reading!

Centenary Bulletin Editorial- 13th Dec 2008

The fi rst drop of rain,
The fi rst ray of sunlight,
The fi rst chirp of the bird,
The fi rst petal of the fl ower,
The fi rst day of college,
The fi rst moment of love,
The fi rst word of the line,
The fi rst line of the page,
The fi rst leaf of the bulletin,
The fi rst memory of this ambition,
The fi rst thought of this table,
The fi rst chronicle of this conference,
From baby steps to giant strides,
This fi rst has been really special!
So Raise your Voice! Let yourself be heard!

Lots have been written!!

The last few weeks have seen me pen down many a thoughts- mostly taking the form of poetry and specifically sonnets...
Will post all that but some other day....some other moment....
And this New Year will write more...will strive to honestly think more...