Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts

12.5.09

My humour is Wasted on You


I was reading funny poems
And wondered if I could write one
That's why I picked the pen and paper
But now ideas I have none.

Should I write about the Rivers Known?
Or The Wanderer's great expeditions?
But isn't the Little Girl Lost? The Wanderer gone for a walk?
On what am I to base this huge sensation?

Should I write about bluetooth-enabled zits?
Or would arse-kissing bees work wonders?
I was thinking about incorporating pirate humour
When suddenly all thoughts split and lay asunder!

For I heard a distant muffled cry
Darn! It's he who's calling
It's the hysterical Chicken Little again
And dammit! The sky's falling!

What do I do? Where do I go?
There's no place to run.
And what'll happen to my poem?
The blessed thing is still undone

The blasted sky was falling fast 
I ran hither-thither and I ran helter-skelter
 The only that still wasn't in sight
Was a blessing in disguise- a shelter!

I could find no way out
I cried, I shouted, I wailed but in vain
 And in the midst of all this commotion
The poem was all but forgotten

Now death was approaching and I was helpless
And my nails I began to nibble
But then I realised- It wasn't the sky that was falling. No.
I had just pulled up the hood of my Lamborghini Gallardo  Convertible 

 Anyways: Now I've decided to give up poetry
And my attempt at humour too
What is the point of writing anything,
When my humour is wasted on you!

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Author's note: The due credit of the title of this post goes to 'Rhea'lity who keeps lamenting about how her 'humour is wasted' on us lesser mortals.
As for the fact that this might have been the  lamest poem you've ever read...well, blame it on my holidays! I have nothing to do and ideas just don't strike you like Pathan's sixes when you do nothing apart from watching IPL matches and sleep.

6.5.09

The Hut-ke Adventure

 “Many who build castles in the air cannot build a hut on earth”. I did both! Woohoo!!!
Err.. that didn't have the 'dramatic' effect, did it?

Alright then... let us cut the crap and get to the point.

This particular Kreation has a long story behind it. Don't worry, I won't go into the details, but a little background knowledge won't hu(r)t. It so happened that my dear kid brother had to submit a project- a hut. Although his teacher informed them a week ago it was only yesterday that he remembered it (well, of course! It had to be submitted today, you see, and he happens to be the stereotypical procrastinating student and hence the delay).  Although he wanted to make it himself, I knew better to not let him do so else I would have been writing this post sitting not in my room but a junkyard (a seven year old kid can be pretty messy :P)... and that is how this hut came into being.

After I was done making it, I showed the pictures to a friend who suggested that I should "totally put it up on the blog". So, here it is, the hut complete with a pond, a gravel path and an approaching-storm sky!!

My apologies for the poor quality of the pictures. They've been taken from my crappy 1.3 MP cell phone camera.

(Click on the pictures for an enlarged version)

( In this hut where the childhood lives are the
tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the
symbols for the blue times,
Alright, alright... Too melodramatic, I know. :P )


 
(The approching storm... run.. take cover... things are going to get dark now!
  
(Yes... scary clouds, aren't they?) 


 
(Oh! Even the sun is frightened, but it's putting a fight! Grr!!) 


 
(The view from the 'pond') 
 

(and another one... just for the heck of it)
 
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 Author's note: Some interesting facts (read only if you're actually interested)
 1) It took me four hours to make it (that is not counting the two half-hour-long phone calls and numerous interruptions on GTalk or Yahoo Messenger and the time I took off to play those stupid quizzes on facebook... and... Oh! Add to it another 20 minutes when I just sat gazing the pair of scissors in my hands wondering what would be the Hindi alternative for 'deserve' (*sigh*.... another long story.... let us not even go there))
2) The tools used even includes a hammer! (How do you suppose I broke that stone, eh?). And that reminds me... I am sure I heard the aunty, who lives on the ground floor (we live on the first), shouting profanities around mignight when I was hammering away to glory! :-P
 3) I used an empty Mother Dairy 'dahi ka dabba' (a curd can, for the non-Hindi speaking friends) as the cylindrical base!
 4) Some other titles I considered for this post were- Hut-tttt ja re, na pangla le; Ye Tera ghar, Ye Mera Ghar, Hut Sweet Hut, Ye Hut (Haath) Mujhe De De Thakur. (Lol! Cut me some slack people, I was bored.)
5)  I miss the stone that I had to break. It was from my 'Rajasthan-stones' collection. The rest of the collection is intact though, so are my 'Mussoorie-stones', 'Goa-stones', 'Kashmir-stones', 'Ahmedabad-stones', 'Agra-stones'. I collect stones, yup! So, beware... or else you know what's coming your way :-P)
5) I've bored you enough, haven't I? Well... guess I'll just stop. Don't forget to leave a comment. You can even berate my horrible painting skills... I won't even mind that... as long as you leave a comment. :-)

9.4.09

It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen

Right after the first exam- Individual and Society (which went quite well considering the questions were ridiculously easy (and since only I (Yes! The others found it a lil 'weird' and lengthy (WTF!)) found it easy, I'm sure I've screwed it up.)), I was excited (and ruffled and jittery and twitchy... get the picture?) about the next one- Environmental Issues in India (or EII, as it's better known). Since we didn't have any classes in the third term, we had not done a single case study (and there are nine!). I decided to not take things lightly and asked a friend of mine (who happens to be younger than me and yet my senior in college) to help me out. This helpful soul (I'm not being sarcastic!) came to the college and I spent the day studying EII. 

(Check the parenthesis)

What did I learn?

Take a look-

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. 
- Dickens


You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.
Now hast thou but [two bare years] to live,
And then thou must be damned perpetually.
Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,
That time may cease, and midnight never come.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. -Shakespeare
 Adda: Our little heaven. They say that Heaven is like TV... a perfect little world, that doesn't really need you.
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
 
Aim at the sun, and you may not reach it; but your arrow will fly far higher than if aimed at an object on a level with yourself.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
 Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it. -Thoureau
You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
There's nothing that keeps its youth,
So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
Go often to the house of thy friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.
Those whom we support hold us up in life.
False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces; but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports. - Richard Burton
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. - Khali Gibran
To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold. -Archibald MacLeish
Thank heavens the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. - Martin Luther King Jr.
 
Tis education forms the common mind; 
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. 
- Alexander Pope
 For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. -Edwin Teale
It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. - R.L. Stevenson
 Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes.
 The strongest man in the world is he who stands alone.
It is not growing like a tree in bulk doth make man better be; 
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, 
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere, 
A lily of a day is fairer in May 
Although it fall and die that night, 
It was the plant of flower and light, 
In small proportions we just beauties see; 
And in short measures, life may perfect be. 
The Critics' Advocate: Gates to heaven, anyone?
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. - Shakespeare
 The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits. - Chesterton
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. From the enlightenment of music comes the wisdom of... silence. - Visions of Gregorian Chants
Thank God men cannot as yet fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth!
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. - Emily Dickinson
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.
I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
That's what college is for - getting as many bad decisions as possible out of the way before you're forced into the real world. I keep a checklist of 'em on the wall in my room.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
And you think I would waste such a good day trying to study wretched EII? Naah!! Impossible.
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Author's note: I just wasted some two hours  searching for good quotes and uploading these pictures. If you don't leave a comment... I'll haunt you forever with a dagger in my hand chanting "It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen". 
Have fun.
Cheers! 

23.3.09

As I Burn


Those sifting clouds

And their shifting shapes,

Like flames high up in the sky

Lit by the sunlight,

Struggling to survive, about to die.

The darkness, the shadow

Creeping over- stealthily, silently,

Consciously staying away

From the last of the flames,

That burn astray.

The last of the life

Slowly moves,

Towards the last ray of hope

Their lives entwined,

Like a knotted rope.

The smoke that rises

From my ashes,

Ascends in spirals

From the grave of my dreams,

Of all unspoken desires.

As I burn...

As I burn...