Ageing Blues

I am fast approaching my 20th bday and everybody has been reminding me how old I am getting. Mom constantly telling me how all her friends tell her "how time flies! Our twiki is turning 20!!". My friends collectively mourning the departure from teens.

What is this about leaving the teens, getting old and stuff? I mean isn’t it something inevitable, bound to happen anyways. Why can't people accept the fact quietly and without the entire drum beating.

I dont have issues with growing up (as long as i m on the right side of the 20s that is!). I mean i sometimes think those teen years were actually a pain. People manipulating you, leading you on, fooling you all the time. I mean yes, two years back, I really used to get influenced by those Preity Zinta ads, showing how shiny and voluptuous her hair became after using a particular brand of shampoo. Now looking back at that time I feel how immature I was. How my opinions and ideas weren’t really my own but so heavily influenced by others.

With age comes experience. But again this is an unending process. Because when after few years, I look back to where I am today, I‘ll again feel I was immature in some other aspect.(I still cant help swooning over that sexy cell endorsed by Abhishek Bachchan!) So basically, ageing really isn’t decay but a process of growth.

The people who can be often heard lamenting their adding years and complaing "how I wish I was 25 again" are, I think, the ones who have had unfulfilling lives. They were actually too busy battling over getting older and thus weren’t able to really live their lives. And so they want to go back and live those years. Well, wouldn’t it be better to accept this ageing process and do so gracefully? There is always a lot more to do, to see, to learn in life, rather than look back and mourn.

So well, I am going to embrace my 20th bday with full enthusiasm and with the belief that I am actually getting wiser and smarter!

Seasoned me

Brown and bare
an autumned tree
Or a bird
Fickle and merry

Red and cruel
the summer sun
Or the ocean
deep and glum

White and cold
the winter sky
Or a cloud
flying high

Green and wet
world sings with glee
Pure and fresh
spring I shall be

masti#$!^

Last night, with absolutely nothing to do, me and my friends decided to do some “productive” work. The work was that we would list down some movies and against them some celebrities that we associate with the movies. The rules were clear. No one was allowed to take more than 5 seconds to answer. That lead to some hilarious comparisons but that was the whole point. so here goes.

SARKAR- Bal Thackrey (the champion of the downtrodden)

(Imposed)MOTHER (on) INDIA – Sonia Gandhi (brilliant one)

KRISHH – Baba ramdev (well well those dizzying rotations of the stomach and the 200 ways of twisting of the body would shame even hritik)

GHULAM – Manmohan Singh (for very obvious reasons)

DUM – Ganguly (he’s a fighter for sure. not very easy to make a comeback in your veteran years)

RAJABABU – Bhajji (lol..No particular logic but that’s what came to my mind in 5 seconds)

GURU – Narendra modi (I really admire him)

A BEAUTIFUL MIND – Ratan Tata (not referring to the schizophrenia stuff..its in the literal sense)

PAGE 3 – Amar Singh (the biggest wannabe)

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER – Shakti Kapoor (naughty boy..We know everything, courtesy the news channel. I know it “stings”..Haha)

UMRAO JAAN – Vasundhra raje (our beloved and colorful CM..mwaaah!!)

And last but not the least

MUNNABHAI – Lalu Prasad yadav (he holds a special appeal..lol..A messiah of the poor plus an adorable rogue. Some love him. Others detest him. But you just can’t get enough of him!!)

coming home

After spending days sulking and dreading 17th july,i finally arrived at the hostel.My spirits were very low as i entered the cage(yeah not joking,thats wat the hostel gates r officially known as).The moment i stepped inside i noticed a lot of changes.The old gatekeeper hd been replaced by a giant dark fellow,who glared at me nd asked for my id..what the hell!!no one had dared asked me that in my two years in the hostel!!dumb man..i m in third year understand..oh o sorry naya hun,he said..to main kya karu..gosh i ws in a temper..

Then i saw stupid new faces staring at me..ok i ws luking funny carrying a zillion bags..but how dare they!!dumb freshers..the gate keeper finally came to my rescue nd carried my stuff to my room..umm b-22..i had never in my life seen something so dusty(moreover i hv a severely allergic to dust)).No cleaners wer in view..muttering curses i picked up the broom nd started the task of cleaning up(sneezes)i finally unpacked nd made my bed n all(more sneezes)
i ws feeling so greasy nd dirty by the end of it..i decided that i needed a break or i wud kill myself(frm the continuous sneezing).

As i was walking in the corridors i luked up,the beautiful victorian archways luked back at me as if in welcome.Then i noticed the bay window wich had been my favourite hangout in the last 2 yrs.I went nd sat on it.something stirred in me as i sat there luking at the perfect symmetry of palm trees,the lush green lawns and the variety of flowers blooming in neat rows..On the other side were the beautiful clay courts i adored..some of my batchmates luked at me n waved shouting greetings..nd the warden.. i swear she luked up nd winked at me..
hey this is my abode..ahem..i m the super senior here..this is my hostel..
i got up and strolled back towards my room,a huge grin on my face.......i 'm home

THE FATEFUL LOVE

Should I, Could I
Would I really dare?
What if your adorations
Lie elsewhere

Your eye, your smile
They betray some affection?
Or is it my lovelorn heart
Conjuring a false vision

I think, I reflect
I ponder and speculate
Months passby
The decision has been made

I blush, I sigh
I near the destination
My heart pounds wild
Tingling with anticipation

The shock, the pain
The shattering of my dream
They stood hand in hand
I made a silent retreat

the soldier's lament

In a sea of blood
and wails of tears
I glided through
searching for life

Death loomed
far and near
Not one pulse
reached my ear

But there he was
with a look of fear
Crawling silently
to the nearest lair

My hopes rose
i have some work here
but stopped short
it was the enemy's face

Blackened flesh
and blood smeared
I contemplated
should i turn him over

A man,a son
for some so dear
With pleading eyes
begging for mercy

Pondering his fate
i could not gather
the courage to go
against the nature

I heard it then
it rang in my ear
It pierced his heart
i said a small prayer

Enemy he was
i said over and over
This is a war
why should i care

Those dead eyes
they haunt me ever
Will sleep elude me
now and forever