On 18 - Here I am

The period in life when technology, fashion, amusement, nocturnal life takes the upper hand in helping you explode out of that silent, submissive, shy shell.... Where am I? Has this really got a hold on me?

Keep thinking why my peers sit glued to the N series mobiles doing what I know not. I proudly possess one of the oldest models of Nokia, a 1100, not forgetting its the best, fulfilling the basic necessities of speaking and messaging.Hayaboosa, Pulsar 180, Taurus etc seem to be the buzz word of all my pals backed up heavily with speed, skills, risk and adventure.Forget the bikes I'm not even the owner of a license. Being an athlete I feel honoured using my two muscular, sturdy legs chariotting me to the nearest farthest distance.

Gone are the days when teens used to wear formals and were considered well dressed. It's all reduced to Bermudas and capris referred by the locals as 'valli nikkaru'. Fashion today is more exposing than concealing. Wouldn't find a college hero without a boot cut pair of jeans, body fit transparent tee shirt and the latest pair of shoes off the shelves of the Adidas or the Nike showroom, trying his luck in cupids role. Having no girl friend is a crime and you appear to be an out cast among your friends and so I am with no regrets.

Bunking class and tucking themselves in their favourite hangouts such as theatres, parks and not to forget the famous marine drive are the amusement savvy youngsters trying to get a taste of what they ought not to. Preferably I would be strumming my guitar in my sweet home with a pot of tea to keep me company. For the 18's life isn't complete without nocturnal excitement with adrenalin rush at its zenith, reality being misted by the dim, smoky, mysterious disco lights. What other better way could I spend these heavenly hours than submitting myself to the realms of sleep, getting myself ready to take on tomorrow.

Say what you may, I am what I am., happy as happy can be.

Withered Reality

Isn't it awkward sitting in class, prisoned in cement walls, looking at the same old law professor lecturing on meaningless law lessons, when outside mother nature is at her wits end raining cats and dogs, giving the world a wetter and a seemingly monsoon attire? We students ought to be out, enjoying the pellet like drops falling from the heavens above amidst the chanting roar of the increasing and subsiding sound of its earthly rage rather than dozing on tables or even worse yawning non stop without even the required break.

The climate that was prevailing and the eloquent look of the mangroves swaying in the breeze along side the backwaters surrounding our college with migratory birds perched upon trees liberating their will for an off hand, timeless break from their routine endeavours was far more a subject for an artist's brush to put down on canvass for one and all to cherish. But then something was out of place, rather derogatory.

Forming a kind of dingy and unrealistic silhouette to that whole heavenly episode was a sight of drenched, haggard children fighting the cold and rain, carrying bricks and metal atop their petite and frail shoulders. This enigmatic situation in which those innocent souls were scarred sent spasms of pain down my mortal body dilating the thought of human selfishness that would soon devour this whole world. Thinking of whether the culprits of these atrocities would ever attain absolution, my eyes fall upon a ghastly, tender figure of a boy of around 8 years in tatters. Shovelling gravel into baskets, carrying it up and down numerous times quickly couldn't conceal the pain and trauma he was going through. If not in this painful situation, where else could he be? In an academic institution may be or on a football field playing enthusiastically having rules to defend him and peers to partake in his sorrow and happiness. The hypnotising effect of the once mellowing rain suddenly changes its adorable form and takes on earth as a ravaging monster. A big roaring bang from no where is heard and amidst the cries of human voices is seen a big column of smoke. Empirical evaluation and the flurry that followed revealed that a portion of the building collapsed in the obstinate weather trapping that 'small bundle of awe' I was observing closely. Denying myself further emotional roller coasters, I wiggle myself from the sight of water turned red flowing from under the collapsed building.

Construction of skyscrapers leading to the destruction of juvenile hearts- the irony prevails.....

A Loving Birthday Gift

Come November 30th and it's the birthday of my dear Principal. Apologies for the delay but your gift was ready way before.... hope you enjoy it......


On this wonderful beautiful day
Taking some time off from work and play
To you oh mam I ardently say
Many happy returns of the day.

Violet, pink, red, white and blue
Flowers weighing tons I shower on you.
Eloquent, enthusiastic, talented and all
Mam you're immensely walking tall.

Strength and good health may God give you
Being by your side in everything you do.
May happiness and knowledge pave way for you
To sow seeds of wisdom all life through.

Your inspiring and amiable nature has spruced up my life
And surely you'll be the best mentor for those yet to come.

Hippy Charlie

'Production curve, mass production, income and expenditure method, blah, blah,blah'...... To spice up my economics period nothing else better than penning down a few lines on my imaginery pal Charlie, the hippy! My heartfelt gratitude to my economics teacher.


Resistance to the opposite sex
Hippy Charlie learnt it from his Biology text
But females still kept devouring him
Guess it was hereditary to his family's brim.

Femmes with specks he loved to see
But sadly it was not a matter of glee
For everytime he got hooked on to one
He was ultimately left with a big bun.

Charlie took his grievance to his production committee
Sans a rendezvous with Indian publicity
But the final verdict by his mom and dad
Were, "Oh our desi son, we're very glad."

The morn saw him as a customer at the local beauty parlour
The evening heard him auction fish at the Cochin harbour
Sorry girls he keeps himself out of sight
For his face is a crow's delight.

Once while travelling in an auto-rickshaw
Charlie dreamnt he was the writer Bernard Shaw
He wrote short stories winning girls and glory
But awoke screaming when his auto hit an Indian pony.

Charlie tried with all his heart and never lost hope, did he?
For finally he met a girl-his wife to be
But not for long for Charlie burst; my darling, my love, my beautiful wife
Marrying you goofed up my life.

A living proof that man could live without a brain
Charlie was the last to know when it rained
Perhaps being fed up of life he took to cricket
But unfortunately lost his middle wicket.

Go according to the Indian tradition
Says Charlie, and marry your dad's decision
For Charlie now all alone on the islands of Munroe
With frying pan in hand eating fish roe.

Prejudiced Eyes

Emotions lying dormant in the heart not expressed in words, pave way to the slow demise of the satiating quest for redemption. Unwilling to murder my emotions and setting myself free from prejudice, i unfurl the truth from deep within......

you pulled me out of dungeons of darkness
and cared for me like a loving mistress
you heard my call when i was in distress
and on your answering i saw our oneness

your love for me, i really fear
i don't want to lose you dear
for even the four corners of the earth
ring with your name from birth

your footsteps i've never ceased to follow
your heart was full of love, never hollow
from no one else i could borrow
a smile, a touch to carry on for tomorrow

'mesmerizing' is not the word
to describe you, a word i've never heard
your promise and warmth is all i need
to go on with life, to others, paying no heed

the stare you give makes me frail
my mission on earth at times i fail
to live a life with you in harmony
i don't want to utter a word of destiny

the way we arrange ourselves together
at times, makes me wonder
the world is small, round and new
and to me so are you

nature has to go its way
and we have to die someday
but anytime you need me just call
i'll be there during a fall

call me by name
or call me your way, oh dame
for to your call if i'm not answering
i'll be waiting for you, oh please come running