Unanswered Decency

Decency encased about me,

still wonder even today

why isn't along me?

might she enjoy ribaldry..

Garden of Eden

Sad in happy paradox,

she ahead ubiquitous misery,

I fail; bade orthodox,

silently I stream away..

Hatred Winds

Things aren't the same,

like it was before,

hatred; the new name;

we ain't brothers anymore..

Sometimes

Sometimes even it cares,

for the enemy I hate,

sometimes even it forgets,

the people who did wait,

sometimes it searches,

all around for company,

sometimes it conclude,

itself to solitary,

sometimes it forgives and foresees,

for things beyond infinity,

sometimes its desperate,

to fight back for revenge,

sometimes it searches everywhere,

a land of peace,

sometimes it worships,

ferocious weapons to kill,

sometimes it interrogates,

hidden facts of mystery,

sometimes I wonder,

is it only me, inside me,

or a vast cluster,

of mystical characters..

About a School going Kid

I have known Saranga for almost a decade. We have been great 'Chaddi-buddies' at all time of our life. He has always been a support and is always near. He prefers to remain quiet at most times of the year. I would pen down a small incident from his life.

It was during his fourth standard when he studied at his native and his dad is the head-master of the school. While every student had their lunch from their tiffin boxes, Saranga liked a different taste. He never liked it when he was served with a cold meal. He always needed a fresh prepared warm meal. His lunch was being sent to his class everyday during the recess. This had continued for months. His place for the lunch was his teacher's desk. He liked sitting there. Perhaps he enjoyed the solitude there. It so happened one day that the carrier who used to carry his tiffin everyday was a bit late. Saranga had already turned red with temper. His tiffin was in front of him just five minutes before his recess ended. While he was enjoying his lunch, his teacher was in front of him. Now he was in the middle of the sea. He was confused. He was in a dilemma whether he should step down from the teachers desk on the note of respect or he should continue his lunch on the call of hunger. He chose the third path. He decided to throw his lunch on his teachers face. The class was paralyzed with silence and then our hero realized that he had committed something inappropriate. The consequences could have been fatal but everything was spared for a boy of such a tender age. At that age even the stupidest mistake is being considered cute.

Egg Mend

Why should we be away from such a wonderful egg chicken biryani only if the egg is a little broken?? There must a solution to every problem here on earth.

Siva, a good friend suggested to get a feviquick and he would try to mend it somehow. Feviquick wasn't available at the hand, so needed another alternative. Bingo!! We can try cellotape. After all the manufacturers assure a lot about the adhesiveness. It was the time to test the manufacturers word, our intelligence and the eggs luck.  We cut a strip of cellotape and paste it above the hairline break of the shell. For our safety, we put another strip. The egg is set to boil and we wait for the result. Eureka!! Within a couple of minutes our egg is boiled without any disfigurement. Now its time to cook the biryani. 

I can never compromise my delightful lunch just for a simple hairline break. I am sure I won't have to run for the grocery shop again to get another egg after discovering a simple hairline break on one or two off the eggs.

Three Laureate's..

The first days in BIT seemed to go slow, with no new friends and none whom I could call as someone close. Surely destiny wasn't going to be cruel to me. I obviously had to meet a few special people here. As time passed by, I met Satyakam, Sarabjyot and Yashwant. We formed a nice group of four. While me and Sarabjyot always insisted on bunks, movies and house party, Satyakam and Yashwant could barely turn themselves from their motivated minds. Midst of all fun and few group studies our time started to flow great. While Satyakam and Yashwant aimed for distinctions, we both enjoyed passing semesters even with the lowest mark. 

The time came when the lecturers would now divide us and categorize us on the basis of marks. The time wasn't going to be good for Sarabjyot and me. The first internal of the first semester of engineering was ahead. Physics professor Mr. Rangappa had announced that it was must for everyone to get 15 out of 25 and if anyone got any less, things won't be good for him. The test went on and with every attempt to cheat we wrote our tests. After all possible attempts our test didn't go well. Mr. Rangappa announced the results within a day or two. The entire class of 60 made its way above the barrier of 15 except the three of us. Sarabjyot got stuck at 12, Yashwant at 13 and me at 11. Mr. Rangappa made us stand for a few minutes launchers of lectures regarding bright future and established career were fired at us. It was embarrassing just for the first few minutes but later we enjoyed the moment and felt like battle heroes. After all only a few dared to fail their first test of engineering. Later we came to know that Yashwant was not the one as he showed us on that first test, instead he is too good in studies.

This incident even after 40 months remains fresh as if it was just yesterday. Our first semester rocked!!

Doorie-Philia

The album Doorie by Atif Aslam was released in the end days of 2006. I remember it was a revolution on the last few seats of Bus No - 13 (the bus which carried me school for years). Everyone of us used to sing those songs on the way back to home. We appreciated the music and the lyrics. Each of those numbers spoke a thousand hidden words at a moment. Those few numbers somehow managed to build a bridge between our childhood and maturity and we spoke on topics of future, love and a lot more. Prasiddha was most attached with the track 'Yakeen'. I still remember this conversation once-

Prasiddha - Toi Doorie'r kuntu gaan besi bhal pau? (Which track you like the most of the album Doorie?)

Me - Hum Kis Galli jaa rahe hai.. aru tur? (Hum Kis galli Jaa rahe hai.. and yours?)

Prasiddha - Yakeen.. last'or line keita khunibi sun bhal lagibo.. bahut positive end eta diye. (Yakeen.. You must hear the last few lines of the track.. It gives a end on a positive note).

I returned home and heard the track again and again. Prasiddha wasn't wrong. The last few lines gave a positive end to the entire track.

Ab agar tum mile to,

itna yakeen hai,

haans denge hum to,

rona nahi hain..

अब अगर तुम मिले तो इतना यकीन हैं ,

हाँस देंगें हम तो रोना नही हैं । 

After hearing the track numerous times I asked Rakesh the same question.

Me - Oi tur kuntu track bhal lage? (Which track you like the most?)

Rakesh - Title Track tu (The Title track)

Me - Kio? (Why?)

Rakesh - Video tut suwali joni dhunia (The girl in the video is beautiful).

I dared not to ask anymore. His answer was obvious. After all, we can never expect him to change. Our bus and those days of flashback seriously rocked our childhood.

Walk Away..

She rides her journey,

towards orthodox and family,

and he walks away,

towards paradise of solitary..