Thursday, March 8, 2012
Friday, April 1, 2011
On a midsummer night
To draw a line or to define,
some questions are only asked in mind..
But the curious heart still walks along,
the paths and leaves that sang a song..
A song for it never called its own..
the dark winds.. the darker shore...
Away it ran but it was not its own..
the little red beats in someone else's moan
it reached the sea to see the ship sail..
to disappear in the world even more frail..
invisible lines are harder to define..
the sorrow stuck moon but did shine..
what followed were the footsteps of a ghost,
a past, a present, a future without hope..
some questions are only asked in mind..
But the curious heart still walks along,
the paths and leaves that sang a song..
A song for it never called its own..
the dark winds.. the darker shore...
Away it ran but it was not its own..
the little red beats in someone else's moan
it reached the sea to see the ship sail..
to disappear in the world even more frail..
invisible lines are harder to define..
the sorrow stuck moon but did shine..
what followed were the footsteps of a ghost,
a past, a present, a future without hope..
Saturday, February 19, 2011
BoX
'I live in a box of esteem and grace.
I live in a box of age.
I live in a box of revolution.
I live in a box thats staged.
Another box of prejudice.
Another box of smiles.
Another box of mischief.
Another box of lies.'
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Indistinct
'The winds of change i wish i could dislike..
I want to run away in disguise..
Where no man know my name..
Where there is no one to blame..
I don’t have a past i don’t see ahead..
Am the wind which never rests..
The change in me is changing me..
I have lost myself my dignity..
I was inspired i am still now..
My head still high afraid to ask how..
I am the wind i am the change..
I am familiar i am strange..'
Louuu,
Pk'
Thursday, January 27, 2011
"Ebony's Heart"
The brightest star was shining in all its glory making lives miserable everywhere.Still, there were people on the streets who had errands to run and some money to earn. A little girl sat in the corner of her empty house looking outside her poor window. She knew her mother and father won't be back until dusk still she waited; in desperation, in anxiety. She was to be at her school but she couldn''t put her soul together anymore because she had died.
No she wasn't in pain or in shock. There wasn't a dark story lurking at her from far that made her what she had become at this hour; wretched, broken and weak. She had seen 'Her' again. Through the broken glass of her window, stained with blood, she saw 'Her'. As if her soul was blazing again, as if she was the one who was aberrant. She ran. Ran from her class and fell off to the ground. 3 floors deep. She died and the one who waited in the shadows was cold, it was 'Her'. 'Her's' imagination was a vivid fantasy of a virtuoso. She made the colours blend with a persons soul while she made music out of her hands. She was the enchantress, she was the witch and she illuminated the room the moment she sang her misery. Bright yellow, red and green splashed on the floor. Silver dust fell from the dome as if angels had blessed the rags. Buoyant as she was, she rose like a dream and started floating, swirling in the room for what looked like the mighty ocean, except that the colour was Red. Hours she spent singing and praising, for the song she sang was covetous. The time for the night to descend had come and she knew she had to follow.
She bountifully reached the mud and silently went back into sitting again in that corner of the little girls' poor house, like a shadow, dark, lean, staring and smiling at the mirror bewitched. The little girl was never coming back and she was never leaving.
No she wasn't in pain or in shock. There wasn't a dark story lurking at her from far that made her what she had become at this hour; wretched, broken and weak. She had seen 'Her' again. Through the broken glass of her window, stained with blood, she saw 'Her'. As if her soul was blazing again, as if she was the one who was aberrant. She ran. Ran from her class and fell off to the ground. 3 floors deep. She died and the one who waited in the shadows was cold, it was 'Her'. 'Her's' imagination was a vivid fantasy of a virtuoso. She made the colours blend with a persons soul while she made music out of her hands. She was the enchantress, she was the witch and she illuminated the room the moment she sang her misery. Bright yellow, red and green splashed on the floor. Silver dust fell from the dome as if angels had blessed the rags. Buoyant as she was, she rose like a dream and started floating, swirling in the room for what looked like the mighty ocean, except that the colour was Red. Hours she spent singing and praising, for the song she sang was covetous. The time for the night to descend had come and she knew she had to follow.
She bountifully reached the mud and silently went back into sitting again in that corner of the little girls' poor house, like a shadow, dark, lean, staring and smiling at the mirror bewitched. The little girl was never coming back and she was never leaving.
Monday, January 17, 2011
FOOD issues.. (Side effects of stupid Detox Diet)
I really thought that with the pressure of studying and writing papers, Detox would be an excellent idea as my mind would be off Food. But let me tell you, such things never happen. There is always a pack of yummy wafers on your friends shelf or the mind boggling smell of the Chicken Bhunas and Tikkas that your neighbour just ordered which makes you reconsider even the very basic concepts of life.
I was once very successful on my detox diet, post which i started eating like a pig and the circle of life completed itself. Point is, what is the point of starving to be thin when ultimately you are going to hog once you reach the ideal weight? God created food as a celebration of life. It taught us to share, it taught to care and gave us a sense of being human rather than just living. Giving up something as divine as that requires courage and strength of mind, body and soul. Even if it is for only 5 days. I mean there are other ways to being thin. You can exercise or practice the art of Yoga but the lazy bone tells you that you would rather not eat. This duel takes a toll on a mortal and things can be very difficult later on.
My mother tells me that you have to believe in one thing for it to make sense to you. You have to choose a side. Leave the Food that tastes good or Leave the couch which feels good. Months later i decide to decide. I decide am going to do both. Eat right and exercise as well so that the guilty DNA's in my body cease to exist and i live happily ever after like a thin girl.
Louu,
PK
PS: Actually its an issue of the society wherein we are obligated to be thin. Having that belly puts you under the spot and then people judge you. Its a shame that in this democratic society where we talk about freedom, no one gives us a right to being Lazy and completely useless. As a citizen of this country and as a human i demand that along with a law that states i would remain equally attractive irrespective of the food and the exercise. (The bhujia packet still stares at me innocently)
I was once very successful on my detox diet, post which i started eating like a pig and the circle of life completed itself. Point is, what is the point of starving to be thin when ultimately you are going to hog once you reach the ideal weight? God created food as a celebration of life. It taught us to share, it taught to care and gave us a sense of being human rather than just living. Giving up something as divine as that requires courage and strength of mind, body and soul. Even if it is for only 5 days. I mean there are other ways to being thin. You can exercise or practice the art of Yoga but the lazy bone tells you that you would rather not eat. This duel takes a toll on a mortal and things can be very difficult later on.
My mother tells me that you have to believe in one thing for it to make sense to you. You have to choose a side. Leave the Food that tastes good or Leave the couch which feels good. Months later i decide to decide. I decide am going to do both. Eat right and exercise as well so that the guilty DNA's in my body cease to exist and i live happily ever after like a thin girl.
Louu,
PK
PS: Actually its an issue of the society wherein we are obligated to be thin. Having that belly puts you under the spot and then people judge you. Its a shame that in this democratic society where we talk about freedom, no one gives us a right to being Lazy and completely useless. As a citizen of this country and as a human i demand that along with a law that states i would remain equally attractive irrespective of the food and the exercise. (The bhujia packet still stares at me innocently)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tragic Zodiac
PRE POST: There has been some endless discussions over my Zodiac Sign in the past and were never concluded. That is why i had no choice but to name my blog, 'Yes i was born on the 21st of July'.
POST: To begin with my mother always told me that Beta our super duper old God on Earth Pandit jee and his 'Divya Vidya' together have made your kundali and the raashi they say is Vrishabh. Meaning that my priest with his supernatural psychic abilities had documented my future in an ugly white paper that ran 4 pages where in he decided with the forces of nature that i am a Tauras. A happy, carefree and least bothered a child that i was, happily nodded and went on to being generally aloof about the things grown ups talked about. My labeling was done and i was sorted.
Then one day suddenly i opened my eyes and discovered. No Tauras is my moon sign and my Zodiac/Sun sign is a Cancer. I looked up online. Checked Linda Goodman's work and other related things, did my research and came up with a conclusion. I am a Cancerian by the Sun sign and a Taurean by the Moon and that justified my personality very well. I was happy and calm and then this Richa Sharma came along. Evil and 'Clean' as she claimed herself to be, she said, 'No. Look at your feet but no. You are not Cancer because i can't digest you can be sooooo much sexy. I think you are very self obsessed and oh dear look at your feet. How am i going to sleep tonight, i will have nightmares about your feet. Look. Yaa, sorry, i got carried away. I conclude and hereby declare that you are a Cusp of a Cancer and a Leo and i know that the Cusp day is 23rd July but dude you call those feet sexy?'
Another labeling done.
Mean while this is what she actually thought, 'Bloody bitch has sexy awesome feet. Am so jealous. I can see my face in her feet. And on top of it she is a Cancerian? Cancerians are the most sexy people in the world. Oh God it couldn't hit me more in my face. Bitch Bitch. Hunhhh :\'
So poor awesome me like Cinderella couldn't do anything but helplessly sit in one corner while people debated over my destiny. Cancer Leo and Tauras. I felt Zodiac Signless and devastated. It seemed as if that was not enough and Fate had to laugh at me some more.
Few months later, some shit head named Lawrence Grecco went up shamelessly and discovered that there is a 13th Zodiac Sign and they are calling it 'Ohpiuchus'. Then and there i lost it. It changed the entire dynamics of my belief system and my identity. I do not know who am i anymore. My sun sign becomes Cancer again (in your face Sharma) but my Moon Sign gets really fucked up.I am glad though that mom still doesn't believe that there can be a 13th sign but i am going crazy. I can't take it anymore. I don't deserve it, i don't need it. Happy thoughts NOW!
POST POST: Through this blog am asking you people for your support and the unconditional love to be with me. It is a tough time for me and my little brain and i need immense strength to cope up with it. I hope you understand. You are my best friends you guys. :)
Love,
Pk
POST: To begin with my mother always told me that Beta our super duper old God on Earth Pandit jee and his 'Divya Vidya' together have made your kundali and the raashi they say is Vrishabh. Meaning that my priest with his supernatural psychic abilities had documented my future in an ugly white paper that ran 4 pages where in he decided with the forces of nature that i am a Tauras. A happy, carefree and least bothered a child that i was, happily nodded and went on to being generally aloof about the things grown ups talked about. My labeling was done and i was sorted.
Then one day suddenly i opened my eyes and discovered. No Tauras is my moon sign and my Zodiac/Sun sign is a Cancer. I looked up online. Checked Linda Goodman's work and other related things, did my research and came up with a conclusion. I am a Cancerian by the Sun sign and a Taurean by the Moon and that justified my personality very well. I was happy and calm and then this Richa Sharma came along. Evil and 'Clean' as she claimed herself to be, she said, 'No. Look at your feet but no. You are not Cancer because i can't digest you can be sooooo much sexy. I think you are very self obsessed and oh dear look at your feet. How am i going to sleep tonight, i will have nightmares about your feet. Look. Yaa, sorry, i got carried away. I conclude and hereby declare that you are a Cusp of a Cancer and a Leo and i know that the Cusp day is 23rd July but dude you call those feet sexy?'
Another labeling done.
Mean while this is what she actually thought, 'Bloody bitch has sexy awesome feet. Am so jealous. I can see my face in her feet. And on top of it she is a Cancerian? Cancerians are the most sexy people in the world. Oh God it couldn't hit me more in my face. Bitch Bitch. Hunhhh :\'
So poor awesome me like Cinderella couldn't do anything but helplessly sit in one corner while people debated over my destiny. Cancer Leo and Tauras. I felt Zodiac Signless and devastated. It seemed as if that was not enough and Fate had to laugh at me some more.
Few months later, some shit head named Lawrence Grecco went up shamelessly and discovered that there is a 13th Zodiac Sign and they are calling it 'Ohpiuchus'. Then and there i lost it. It changed the entire dynamics of my belief system and my identity. I do not know who am i anymore. My sun sign becomes Cancer again (in your face Sharma) but my Moon Sign gets really fucked up.I am glad though that mom still doesn't believe that there can be a 13th sign but i am going crazy. I can't take it anymore. I don't deserve it, i don't need it. Happy thoughts NOW!
POST POST: Through this blog am asking you people for your support and the unconditional love to be with me. It is a tough time for me and my little brain and i need immense strength to cope up with it. I hope you understand. You are my best friends you guys. :)
Love,
Pk
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