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..