THE MELODRAMA

Once up on a time,

Five of us, together…

We did share the same madness,

Now that you are intact,

Me with my wandering instincts,

Went from time to time…

To unknown lands,

Only to taste the bitterness

And to return deformed.

As I stand before u

Like a prodigal son,

U teach me,

“Alone I came,

And alone shall I return.”

MY PRIDE

One of my best friends, Kiran Kumar, whom we fondly call nambi has fallen to the category of being a poet with his maiden poem, which is as follows. (I doubt the origin of it is an emotional outburst resulting from the strong feeling towards a girl.) But as a friend, I feel proud about his creativity.

"I cant tell u what it really is

I can only tell u how it feels like

but there z a steel knife on my windpipe

I cant breathe &I fight but I cant fight

I know-

u are just gonna stand there &watch me burn

but that's alright bcoz I like the way it hurts

I know-

You r just gonna stand there &here my cry

but that's alright bcoz i love the way u smile

I love the way u smile

(Dedicated to MAC) "

DECIDUOUS

Relationships are always deciduous. They give shade for you not whenever the sun is there, but whenever they have leaves. This makes us realize the hard truth that you have to learn to walk under the hot scorching sun also. Human beings realize the meaning of dependency from the very moment they cry out loud with hunger for the mother’s milk. Babies grow up stretching their hand for help, demanding attention, but at one point of time, they become independent. Yes, you can be independent and self contained if you keep your expectations from others to minimum.

Dreams and expectations continue to be lies until we start to do them. And it takes time to accept the deciduous nature of relationships. But, when you accept that fully, then, even a flush tank of an appropriate height can be shoulders for you to cry comfortably. Trust me! That’s very true.

ELOPING WITH THE SELF

I remember the tale about the bird phoenix when I remember him, His name is Dilip, one my good friends. I always admired him for his creativity and memory power. Being lost and being inert troubled him. Now he just went away leaving behind everything and not keeping in touch with 99% of his friends. He started a new life in a new city with a new friend, joined the course he desired.

In fact, there is a tendency for every one to elope from what we are, to correct our mistakes and begin life anew. I always loved the lyrics of a song from the movie 3 idiots:

“Give me some sunshine,

Give me some rain,

 Give me another chance,

Wanna grow up once again.”

People find this sunshine and rain in different ways. Some want a new environment; some want a continuation of the present… I always desired a new environment, an eloping with myself as Dilip did, and I envied him to an extent. But, why should I envy him? Life has given me a wonderful opportunity to explore myself in a new light, a position where I thought I would never be because of my unsociable nature. I feel I can get my sunshine to grow if I desire, where ever I am. I have found out the sunshine and rain for my heart. And, I feel that it would be like insulting me if I compare me with others or want to change this state.

TWIST IN THE TALE

The rain makes the earth,

A vibraphone.

Touching the leaves-

With a musicians fingers

The drops falls like pearls and does always ignite

the romance in me.

The cold drops calls me from a distance-

To dissolve my thoughts,

To diffuse my love,

To the fertile earth.

I search for a deep blue sea in his eyes,

I ponder for a smile in his lips,

But he is browsing the net...

His eyes wide open at the information.

And I try to find the definition

Of beauty in it.

THE OTHER SIDE

I feel once in a while that the tower of my creativity is collapsed, the ocean of my words have dried up. But, my love, my soul receives the light of words because you exist; because you stay beside me without thinking yourself as a victim in spite of the wounds I give you from time to time; because of your strong hands; because of your reliable shoulders, because you only make me say yes when I want to say no.


When I feel that I possess you, I would not agree to exchange you with all those things I dream of and used to dream of. I remember Shakespeare’s words, “I scorn to exchange my state even with the kings” when I own you.

A DEAD RAT!

It has been a long time since I have posted anything substantial under the tag office diary. It is not because nothing happening in my office, but it is because there were so many things happening that I was not able to differentiate on whether anything is important or whether everything is important. 

However, a rat which I presume was smart and active in the ground floor of our office got stuck between wires and its life ended as a conductor to electricity. The burnt smell in the first day gave away to the rotten pungent smell on the second day. We all burst in to laughter when everyone including our normally serious COO ran to the upstairs not withstanding the smell.

The debate went on the topic whose mistake was that it happened and it is remaining there. Finally, there was a workshop for marketing people to be conducted in the class rooms in the ground floor and the rat had to be removed before that. Thus everybody came to the consensus that it was the mistake of the rat.

Thus our Admin Satheesh called up the KSEB people who removed it and a perfume was bought. It is being sprayed till date as the smell and the memories of the rat linger in the ground floor room which lacks air circulation.