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Thursday, December 29, 2005

Apurv Rai is "Mr. Birla" 2005-06
I AM THIS YEARS "Mr. BIRLA" THREE CHEERS FOR ALL THOSE WHO TOOK PART IN THE COMPETITION !!!
" All those who think the judges did the right thing leave your wishes here ............................ and those who think that someone else should have got the honours list your comments with valid reasons here !!!"
Friendship Needs Another Chance

We often more than trot away,
Our heads held high as we prance,
We no longer care to give away,
A meagre cursory glance.

To nip that bud in mid air,
Which utterly resembles blood,
To face such things few people dare,
They fear they might throw up.

But this suffocates the condition ,
For therein hatred does infest,
Crushing the petals of this lovely flower,
Like a cruel and mean tempest.

Lets give away the inhibitions,
Towards truce we must advance,
Lest we forget the golden rule
' Friendship needs another chance.'

Thursday, November 24, 2005

So Dark The Con Of Man


In the wake of creative thought
Of creating the world anew,
The pristine forests, clear skies;
Every leaf bathed in dew.

He was tempted again
To careate intelligence, a fruit.
A fruit from the seed of brain.

But his conscience betrayed his thought,
As he ermembered the limbed terror
and the tumult,destruction he brought.

He tried to cajole his head
That this time he'd breed and train,
A better being of every human ;
But his soul said never again.

I'd keep him away from sword and blood
He said, not a drop of ale or mead.
He'd better starve to death, but he'd live only on bread.

But his inner self disapprooved of this plan so frail
He reminded him the man wouldn't leave ,
Not even the holy grail !

At last GOD acknowledged finnaly,
That its power that drives a man.
To acquire it he'll do anything
He'd kill, he'll slay, he'll pretend
He'd do whatever he can !
So Dark The Con Of Man!
So Dark The Con Of Man!

Friday, October 21, 2005

Stilted Repercussions


[This dialogue was primarily written by me keeping in mind the two speakers to be an adolescent and his reflection, but later I thought that it has near universal application when the two speakers are compliment to each other in any manner, even inanimate objects can be personified and its you to explore more, do leave some e.g. you think would be apropos here!!!]


[Boy] “Oh! Sorry in the absence of a luminous agent I wasn’t able to fathom your intention as well as your mood.”

[Reflection] “Don’t worry you’ll soon find out what’s wrong with you , maybe you should try filing your nails ,you read it yesterday didn’t you, it will make your mood a little sunny !”

“I might have done that but the sudden engulfment of my stimulus with an undulating; perfectly even darkness doesn’t help the cause in anyway.”

“ I dare say that it is not the darkness that’s bothering you but the emotional void that has suddenly conjured up inside you , however small it is you think but when your state of mind enters that void the dimensions lose their meaning and so does the ‘moolah’ you humans keep collecting”

“ What do you mean ‘you humans’ you are one of them you reflect what I tend to be , momentarily”

“From my point of view I can say that for you too! Do remember I have all the resources you do, whether you acknowledge this thingummy’s existence or not, you will always be my attribute as long as you live in a social atmosphere.”

“If that’s what you think I’d like to end this fiasco!”

“Fiasco, you say I disagree .This episode has definitely succeeded in affected you , although sublimely. Still I would disqualify fiasco anyways Good Bye!!!”

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Saturday, October 08, 2005

DIMENSION

Distraught by the vastness of
This unfazed ocean of malaise,
Uncontoured variations of
This imperfectionism of prejudice.


Extracting the last tears of
Fruitful yet useless honesty,
Compressing the contraptions of
The ever increasing humility.

Your own muscle like personification of
Conscientious and motorable self;
Tends to dishearten you and
Make you “inhumane” and “insane”.

Truth of the rise and superficialness of
The end; Now engulfed in
The black blanket of “deceit”.
Must find a solution, a key.

Now truth, now stopped in all directions,
Comes grindingly to a painful stall .
Maybe, to keep this old tradition alive
We, must desperately, need a new

“Dimension”

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Where there is a will!

Where there is a will, There’s always a way.

“‘Tis shameful as much selfish the man is, for ignorance of his greed is morphed by his will.  “

For centuries together, man, the most tyrannous of all the intelligent beings ever spawned on the face of this earth has bent the rules of nature by the most powerful of all the forces that has altered the course of time and space, his will-power.

     The dictionary limits this phenomenal paradigm as the mental power to control and direct your thought and actions, the determination to do something despite difficulties or obstacles, but the magnitude of this paradigm lies not in its meaning but in its inertial effect that instead of taking us away from the path takes to our goal, the very need of that path.

     Will power gives us the positive energy to do anything that we think must be accomplished; actually willingness to do something is the first step towards the accomplishment of an objective.

     Man has not always been successful in his endeavors and has more than often faced the mocking face of failure and defeat, if he would have given up cursing his ill fate we wouldn’t be sitting in a room which has an artificial system of air circulation that helps man in homeostasis and ultimately his existence on earth. Man wouldn’t have even dreamed of flying if he did not have the will to do so. Even in the most difficult of times the enduring power of “human will” has overcome the critical comments of the sadists and the cynics. Only after years and years of failure does man come across an epoch making invention or discovery that changes the way it sees himself as well as his stimulus . It is this symbiosis between his hope and the averse that gives man the energy to continue and this time-beaten elixir us what we call the will-power.

     The logic said, “Any mater that exceeds the density of air would never be able to float in air, leave alone traveling through it.” If man was to be devoid of what we call resolve airplanes would never have seen the light of the day. Even today man continues in his unending exploration of his surrounding. What people term science fiction today may turn into reality tomorrow or it may have even been tested to be only rejected as unpractical. But sooner or later mans will power will add another dimension to his foresight, his knowledge and may be then he will find that exploration starts not from the surrounding but from within himself and also that it’s as infinistimal as his will power.

     Perhaps these lines from the legend Henry David Thoreau succinctly put the essence and derivatives of will-power:
        
          “I know of no more encouraging fact
          than the unquestionable ability of man
                         to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.”                                      

VENGENCE


VENGEANCE



What goes back to come back,
To remind you of your scares’,
What always remains incandescent,
In the darkest of thoughtful stairs.


As you reach out for something good,
You think it’s gone forever,
And second you make a blunder,
Comes back it, with its gruesome plunder.


It tortures; annihilates.
And visualizes your hates.
For your traitor your foe
With nightmares as arrows in his bow.



It makes your horrors mobile,
A serpent you can see recoil,
With poison exemplenary,
Your enemy is your memory.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

HOMELESS

Hope scarce fear abound,
Terrible, dreadful thoughts around,
Away from home,
Homeless and awake.

When men shoot men,
And life like rubber bend,
Borders and boundaries,
Are tough to mend.

When blood traces blood,
Opens complaints, aflood,
For when men seeketh pride,
Often emotions overide.

Not one rest all,
Overlook the fall,
Of love and compassion,
But tears fail, stall.

And innocence suffers,
Classification errs,
Leaving the poor and pennyless,
Even "homeless".