NOT MERE RHETORICS..

PART I


Why does one have to study something one hates?Why are sexy clothes expensive?Why am i broke when i see sexy clothes?When will my fickle mind stop being fickle?Why dont parents give money for tattooes?Why do i hate people who love me and love those who give a shit?Why does mumbai hv the richest of rich and the poorest of poor, both blissful in their own worlds?And now that i agree they do, why does it hv to linger in my brain?How can people molest women, plant bombs in trains, spit paan on road?Why are eunuchs so scary?Why are most of them tamilians?Why is my silence mistaken for anger?When last did anyone enjoy engineering?Do we choose our parents?Does a parallel universe exist?How cool is heaven and how scary is hell?Will i ever become rich and not be feverish for more?Why is dope so inviting?Why is it that most nutritious vegetables are yuk to taste?How come i doubt the spelling of nutritious out of all spellings?Why are people so gung ho abt US of A?Is rebirth n past life for real?Why does one hv to get up in the morning?Why dont youngsters play in the evenings?Why is it uncool to meditate?What makes kyon ki saas bhi such a hit?Why dont men hv to wax their armpits?Why dont men hv to wax?When wil my height increase?When wil i figure wat exactly i wana build a career in?Are granma's mythological stories true?Will my friend's blind sister ever see again?Why is sex on my mind these days?How can i not be scared abt global warming when the headlines say 2050 will be our end?When did i last jump in a puddle wit a raincoat on?Why do all babies look angelic?When wil i sign my first autograph? Why do i feel that i wont fall if i sit on a cloud?

EXPERIMENT :- ST BUSES

AIM: To use ST bus and reach LP,Nerul bus stop at the earliest.

APPARATUS: ur stupid self, a dilapidated ST bus.. (ha! if u find a non dilapidated one, i owe u a treat.)

PROCEDURE:
1. Wait at busstop n let 5 overflowing ST buses go by.
2. Lose hope,climb the 6th which is as full if not fuller.Enter the world of stinky men/non men.
3. Stand like ur a wax model at Madam Tussads'.Try breathing.Buy ticket by passing ur money to conductor thru 13 humans infront/beside/behind/above/below/on u.
4. Enjoy the massage, let the sound of nuts n bolts n blowhorns rape ur ear drums,allow creatures to squash each of ur 10 toes.Try breathing.
5. Incase the bus reaches and thereafter stops wherever u wanna get off,n incase ur at 2cm distance from the door(the handle of which opens upwards mind u!huh),get off.Breathe.

THEORY:
ST buses can be divided broadly into dadar ones(ugly) n thane ones(uglier).thou similar on the whole in terms of filth,overcrowdedness,fetor....the thane one's rattle a bit more n comprise of mainly the lower strata of indian civilization while the dadar one is for the elite..both leave u stewed nonetheless.
Now, having experienced both kinds extensively,lemme share few happenings..
I have had fisherwoman drop fish water all around me..even pple who relish fish can puke when subjected to such aroma therapy,,,n me veggie also!!Ok ,u want worse? How about armpits of millworkers who cant even spell 'AXE' leave alone use it!..Once there were these 60 something men holding on to many many cans of kerosene..(well it was one of those lucky days when i managed to rest my ass on 3x3 sq.inch green sweaty seat)..and as per routine the bus jerked and lo behold..no points for guessing...the kerosene was all over my orange transluscent pant..the men had only blank stares to offer for such courtesy.Yeah! and i hv babysitted too...gawd!someone educate these pple abt contraceptives! Women tag along wit more kiddos (they come in all sizes) than fingers in their hand.and the baby on my lap made sure it strangled me wit the many chains i adorned..smartass!I hv had the privilege to sit in the cockpit,i.e the noisiest, sootiest area in the bus.By the end of it i was a deaf african.Haan , and more often than not, u can see the bumpy roads ur travelling on cos the bus ought to hv holes in its base,(lets say for ventilation),to live up to its name.
All said n done, kudos to these ST drivers,,,valor they possess i tell u,,,they are like men walking into a battlefield..gosh they wont stop even to mend a puncture! they'll drag their red n yellow injured pony n even whip it if need be !Whatever the holy mess,be it a bandh, a dirty accident, floods...Mr.ST bus wil wade thru wit unabated enthusiasm..(see i hv resorted to giving it human status also.so much for slick n cheap transportation.)

CONCLUSION:
To have experiences to die for...or actually die....use ST my dears..if not anything else..atleast it wil give u a reality check.(reach ur destination u will ..without doubt..but wit a twist..watever kind ..hehawhaw)

P.S.-Promises are meant to be broken they say..but i believe i kept mine (i made one in the last line of my last post ,duh!)......or did i?

SUCCESS

"To laugh often & much;
to win the respect of intelligent people & the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of critics & endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty,to find the best in others;
to see what is small as it sees itself,
and accept what is weak for the strength it has,
and use what is dim for the light it gives;
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier beacuse you have lived..
This is to have SUCCEEDED..."


Ahh!the longest definition for a word we all live and die for.no?
God knows who came up with this..but seems like he/she spent his/her entire life defining the word for the rest of us rather than actually succeeding.!!.atleast now our work is half done..specially the "healthy child" part made me feel all khush n achievable..hehe
on a serious note..this blog has been full of "oh gosh! this gurl is suicidal" posts/poems/lifted quotes so far..but i promise it wil get funny in a bit..or in the least..leave u thinking..unless it hasnt already??

SWINGS

In the vast farmlands,In the cramped cities,
Color of orchids,Plain grey,slack.
The sound of morning birds,
Merciless blowhorns & rattles..
Talks of knowledge,
Controversial gossip.

Melodious ragas & chants,Head banging of rocks bands-wild romance.
Beneath the blue carpet,Above the carbon monoxide;
Thoughts running wild into the sun,
Others of white blood & dagger hold.

Cries' of a new born,silence at a funeral.
Celebrations of festivals,Murder,crime,rivals.
Facets of the earth- snow,spring
Volcanoes,autumn,tornadoes' swing.
Lustre of platinum ,of gold-
Apartheid and its ghastly woes..

Clinker of bells singing temple song;
Sound of death on the bang of a gong.
Love,kisses,sex;
The warrior is hurt-laid to rest;(the end of his strife.)
Her naked,sensous,angelic form-
"Ay a bitch!We'll have her torn;(she'll be my wife!)"

Engulf, Endure ;
Hollow me fill.....so i sink.

JUST ABOUT DEAD

"When I leave from hence let this be my parting word that what I have seen is unsurpassable.I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus yonder that expands on the ocean of light and thus am I blessed,let this be my parting word.In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that eludes all forms.All my living body and limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch-and if the end comes here let it come-let this be my parting word."

When the streams of ideals that flow from the east & from the west mingle their murmur in some profound harmony of meaning,it delights my soul -the religion of man.

-Rabindranath Tagore

WE DONT NEED NO E-DU-CA-TION

U must not do engineering if.....

-If u suffer from "sue the mumbai university " syndrome.
-If u hv suicidal tendencies.
-If u donot follow the 26 regional languages used by profs.
-If u cant celebrate a Year Drop.(even if u scored a 98 PCM!)
-If u cant wait up on ur viva examiner longer than ur bf/gf.
-If ur parents convince u that a BE degree wil make u rich n secure.
-If u dont hv a store house of coffee to keep u awake for 4 yrs.
-If u arnt game to sacrifice daddy's salary on xerox shops.
-If being on the defaulter's list doesnt fill ur heart wit immense pride.
-If 40 isnt ur favourite number.
-If 39 is ur favourite number.
-If u get intimidated by books weighing more than u.
-If mugging afro/latin/greek symbols isnt ur definition of knowledge.
-If u cant write piles of journals/assignments only to improve ur handwriting.
-If after all the effort for the above, they still flunk u in ur internals,"just for kicks".
-If self pity is ur most prevalent trait.
-If the only piece of techonology that inspires u is Bluetooth.
-If u cant answer: WHY ME? ,every day of ur engineering life.
-If hardwork n consistency mean more to u than luck n prayer.
-If u loathe studying when the country;s colleges are on vacation( read May/December).
-If u hv accepted the fact that ur gona end up as a house wife/work at a call center.
-If u cant master 6 new subjects in 2 weeks of prep leave for each of 8 sems.
-If u are a devoted party animal.
-If u cant make robots move even after working 25/7 on them.
-If u are good at something else.....anything else!
-IF?????U MUST NOT DO ENGINEERING.PERIOD.

ASHEN

Its eerie in here,
Mystical , cruel canvas.
Painted in black & hurt..
Tainted with wrath , tainted with thoughts.

Vultures swirl,
Circus clowns cry,
Lonely chapel bell rings,
I walk through lumps of dead.
Dizzy , cruel canvas.

White blood flows,caressing my feet...
through the wilderness,I chase the smoke...
Run , faster , Till I yield. Till I fall.

The chase stops. The flow stops.
The ringing ends.The cries' die.
The canvas is white

" I " - DEATH

Dicomfort , I weave within me
Choked & abused,implicated.
I pray, I know I have he who doesnot exist
As the only light that burns
No one I can think.
No friend
No foe.
Not my own even.
I wish to quit.....hv mercy..
I wish to kill & drink.

I don’t.

Stopped by an untold force
Stopped by an unheard word
Cursed as I feel
Stopped by an empty conscience
Stopped by what? I am still to search...I search
All complicated and contradicting,all prevailing
Still plain,unscathed.

My body feels heavy,my heart numb.
So self obssessed.

No choice but hold.
This too shall pass,
I try enjoy the abusal,
Killing a small part
At the cost of an experience
Some new found knowledge.

SURROGATE REBIRTH

The Barbie broke,blue eyed,
Questions and more,friends chide.
Awoken,by the lion’s roar,
Napkins from a grocery store.
Teacher,teacher goes the game,
Now its who am I? Wheres my fame?

Dance for guests,sing temple song,
Check ones waist,the line of a thong.
Cook n clean,burnt fingers,
Does he love me….thoughts linger.
Chicken pox,popeye,alladin,
Stoned ,hash,vodka,gin.

Naked in the sun,lisp on tongue.
Left now with layers of dust.
No doubt,lotsa lying n whining,
Folks say,”u grown up!stop crying!”

Innocence stays,intelligence lost,
Intelligence stays,innocence frost.



Now now..hoping u hv read the verses above and made little or no sense of it..
i urge u to read them again..this time acknowledging that ..
every odd line represents "adolescence"
& every even line represents "youth".....

STITCHED BEFORE TIME

Is the drone just for me
Or all prevailing?
Bumble bees yield honey,
There is none here.

The sleep of youth in me..
Slashing every vein,
Fondling teasingly my nerves,
Missing beats in synchrony..

Like the taste of grapes,
I stay in gloom..
Of my likes and dislikes alike,
Is this a sign of mocked abstinence?
For,the me in this body is upon the rack.

Cacophony of misunderstandings within
Does prayer help?
Tropical serum with clots of blood,,,
Relishing it, I detest those flesh.

Sliced & slivered,
Meat balls of rolling stones,,,,
Feeling sacred sometime..
But for most,well curtained frown beholds.

Fleeting glimpses is all I get,
My bodygaurd from Mr.Homiside.
Ticking away in way of time,
I lay in deep disturbed sleep of aeroplanes..