Oh dear,Oh dear , will u please lend me a ear
And tell me if it is true What I hear?
My boyfriend s born on a sunday
“So ?” you might say
But haven’t you heard what they say?
“A person born on Sabbath (Sunday)
Is bony and blithe and good and GAY!!!!”
Now you know why the tension,
The worries and my hyperventilation
Right now he s calm and formal
But dunno when he’ ll stop being normal!!:(
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Ode to Boredom
Boredom, why do you continuously haunt thee?
Why do you make your presence only to me?
My patience has reached the end of my tether
And it ain't made me any wiser.
Papers after papers i sit and surf
With only gloom & angst to turf..
Luck , have i grown so ugly
That you cant show thy face to me.?
Where art thee?
I am keenly awaiting your presence to aid me
Take me out of this dilemma.
Before it becomes a tragic drama.
Why do you make your presence only to me?
My patience has reached the end of my tether
And it ain't made me any wiser.
Papers after papers i sit and surf
With only gloom & angst to turf..
Luck , have i grown so ugly
That you cant show thy face to me.?
Where art thee?
I am keenly awaiting your presence to aid me
Take me out of this dilemma.
Before it becomes a tragic drama.
Call of Fear
I have often wondered what Franklin Roosevelt meant when he said “ The greatest thing to fear is fear itself”. As the adage goes “ Experience is the greatest teacher”, in the course of time, experience taught me its true implications.
The days leading to the piano grading exams, especially the practical exams are generally fraught with tension in the academy I went to. The din of the piano, violin and bass is superimposed with the angry and frustrated voices of the instructors. What with high goals and standards to meet, honors and reputations to protect coupled with our degrading performances, the frustration was totally justifiable.
The bright spot was that I had an edge over my contemporaries , being the oldest. During my mock tests, I had trouble with an allegretto while the other two pieces went fine. On D-Day, I walked into the exam hall , totally focused and played the allegretto to perfection. I heaved a sigh of relief- one headache over. I also realized that I was not nervous at all.
Call it reverse psychology or whatever, I suddenly felt the pangs of nervousness begin to engulf me. Butterflies in my stomach coupled with trembling fingers. Hence my diminuendos ended up louder and my staccatos were too prolonged. Result- My cradle song ended up waking the baby. My next piece went equally as bad.
Not to my surprise, when the results were out I had scored the highest for the allegretto while just got enough in the other two pieces to pass the exam with merit. It was then that I realized the magnitude of the call of fear.
The days leading to the piano grading exams, especially the practical exams are generally fraught with tension in the academy I went to. The din of the piano, violin and bass is superimposed with the angry and frustrated voices of the instructors. What with high goals and standards to meet, honors and reputations to protect coupled with our degrading performances, the frustration was totally justifiable.
The bright spot was that I had an edge over my contemporaries , being the oldest. During my mock tests, I had trouble with an allegretto while the other two pieces went fine. On D-Day, I walked into the exam hall , totally focused and played the allegretto to perfection. I heaved a sigh of relief- one headache over. I also realized that I was not nervous at all.
Call it reverse psychology or whatever, I suddenly felt the pangs of nervousness begin to engulf me. Butterflies in my stomach coupled with trembling fingers. Hence my diminuendos ended up louder and my staccatos were too prolonged. Result- My cradle song ended up waking the baby. My next piece went equally as bad.
Not to my surprise, when the results were out I had scored the highest for the allegretto while just got enough in the other two pieces to pass the exam with merit. It was then that I realized the magnitude of the call of fear.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Welcome the Idle Mind
"An idle mind is a devil’s paradise". And any one who wouldn’t want to be in that state of ennui would keep themselves busy doing something. However recent research has proved boredom leads to creativity. Some of the path breaking scientific discoveries was a result of purely bored minds.
For example, take the case of Albert Einstein. Once, he was travelling with his wife in a carriage. His wife was fast asleep .Having nothing to do, he gazed out of the carriage absentmindedly at the landscape, the moving hedges and trees, relative to the carriage. It was then an idea struck his mind. He developed on it and thus was born the theory of relativity. If he was forever dissolved in his books (or always busy with his wife), would his busy mind be able to think out of the ordinary?
Newton definitely had to be jobless enough to sit under an apple tree and gauge what caused the apple to fall down. Had it not been for his joblessness then, we wouldn’t have been able to credit him with the discovery of gravity- the most fundamental aspect of planetary bodies.
Poets, artists, and of course writers are forever considered lazy souls always doing nothing . However the works born out of these devil’s paradises are considered masterpieces.
So enjoy the state of nothingness and let creativity spring forth from it.
For example, take the case of Albert Einstein. Once, he was travelling with his wife in a carriage. His wife was fast asleep .Having nothing to do, he gazed out of the carriage absentmindedly at the landscape, the moving hedges and trees, relative to the carriage. It was then an idea struck his mind. He developed on it and thus was born the theory of relativity. If he was forever dissolved in his books (or always busy with his wife), would his busy mind be able to think out of the ordinary?
Newton definitely had to be jobless enough to sit under an apple tree and gauge what caused the apple to fall down. Had it not been for his joblessness then, we wouldn’t have been able to credit him with the discovery of gravity- the most fundamental aspect of planetary bodies.
Poets, artists, and of course writers are forever considered lazy souls always doing nothing . However the works born out of these devil’s paradises are considered masterpieces.
So enjoy the state of nothingness and let creativity spring forth from it.
Monday, October 6, 2008
5 Days
Five Days of Bliss , peace and... REST. Five days of absolute freedom, five days of immense pleasure. Five days where I got to enjoy both friends and solitude at the same time, five days where I got to watch movies, read immensely, and yes most importantly not MOVE out of my bed( thanks to my pretty-recent-most-frequent fatigue attacks which started a little after Festember) I went to the city as many as one time. That's quite a deal as I always reunite with my beloved bed once I am back.Five Days of quiet and Five Days of commotion (owing mainly due to visitors of my room mate) just when i wanted it. All packaged in this ultra awesome way. Two Days of emotional turmoil (that's when i started blogging) and 3 Days of Indifference(the LAN in my hostel from where I am writing this was never free and I just HATED waiting). Alright I am talking about the five continuous holidays we had . And today its just like "Good morning" when you are rudely woken up from this ecstatical blissful dream ( the five days of course) and now ... sigh.. back to the running and hectic ways of classes and college.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Why
Why is it that I am surrounded by multitudes yet I feel lonely?
Why is it that hypocrisy is the trend of the day?
Why is money and power synonymous with prestige, respect and status?
Why is it that people now prefer the fast life instead of the slow one?
Why are cities preferred to villages despite the fact that cities are congested and any day more polluted than villages?
Why do people scrap more, email less and write letters (via post) hardly?
Why do people find more intimacy in virtual friends, the ones you find online, people you have never even seen than the real friends- or is it that its just the introverts who are like that?
Why is generally the weak taken advantage of, used up instead of being helped to be stronger?
Why does selfishness and narcissism triumph at the end of the day?
A genuine question- don’t you think its true or is it that I am just another pessimist living in this “big bad world”?
A Dozen Reasons to be Mad at You
Inspired by a Ten Things I hate about you)
(Disclaimer: All incidents/ Characters in the poem are purely figments of imagination and creativity, any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental)
You come and speak to me
When I prefer being alone
You introduce me to texting
Alternately, to lower my tone
You make me do crazy stuff
Cranky, silly to the core
After all that mess you say
“oh ! It was such a bore!”
You annoy ,irritate, mortify me
An when I tell you to stop
You sit back and laugh out loud
Till the balloon would pop.
You made me hard hearted
And a horrid pervert like you.
You crack those ultra raunchy jokes
And expect me to laugh with you.
Day in and Day out
I have to bear you around
Yet, I feel uncannily weird
When you not there to hound
I keep cribbing all day through
Patiently, you listen all the while
Here I am cribbing about you
Yet, all you do is smile.
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