Wings on the Bird

The feel of abstractness has never been so heavy and honest.


Why do the ducks speak about being counted and symmetry be found only on the leaves

With the beauty of the dusk being cleansed by the selfishness of the heart

As I write this, smell of the falling water cracks a noise of coldness

Is it the demented that has caught me or is it just the start of calm


The clues to the hero is always in the Ending and the beginning of the story is always a choice.

The caged bird's quest for salvation wants it to be challenged like it has never been before

Love for a Fag

I wrote this poem in my class today when going through Mr.Kelkar's painful lectures.It's something devoted to all my smoky friends.Hope you all don't criticize this amateur poet's first time poem but do try to understand the deep emotions associated.

One day when my lungs go black,
The heart weakens and the body just slack,
Waiting for people to call me a crack,
Often till then I plan
I will always open a pack.

Blonde blonde hair,slim slim figure,
Soft mushy inside wrapped around with a paper,
Kissing the forehead for the the dancer to appear,
Often still then I say
Yo dude,go be fucked by her.

Life got great
never there came a brake.
All around I saw
faces puzzled like a jigsaw.
Often still then people say
Please throw the thing,you hold in your paw.

Passive love is what she shares
touching people with beautiful black care.
Why should it be that only one enjoy
I am a whore,come let's equally share the joy.
Often still then girls say
Moral degradation is what's a cigarrete's ploy.

But this day I feel
When Mr Ramadoss in front of me kneel.
Begging me to stop this habit
Or else the fags he will prohibit.
Hope someday his prayers be heard
Often till then
You are my delicious wine and bread.

On the Edge of Philosophical Madness......

Art and emotions go a long way together.....God created all things around us and gave us the power to impersonate his creations. The painter was the first one to find that yes he has the power to create..

But what does he create, the beauties around, the darkness around or his own self....

According to me(all others views are also welcomed), an artist tries to paint his emotions. This is what my intuition says. A nature guy paints mountains and rivers. A theist paints images of God. Modern art I can't understand. But what do the one who wants to paints his emotions paint? I know my intuition is right but how do I explain. At this stage of my life, if someone asks me to paint my emotions what will it be. Will it be a lonely boy?? or certain images??Or will I just create a sketch or fill it with colours?? Will the colours be dark dull or will it be full of brightness??

I thought I could decipher most of the emotions. But what do I say for the the painting above.Is the painter beautiful enough to paint a lonely lady sitting on a wooden chair?? The frock is beautiful white but the backdrop is bright at the left and dark at the right.The painting is bordered with lines but still the colours are just oozing out. Why is the lady looking at her right and not at me???

Will I ever be able to understand the emotions of the paintings I go through in my life.The paintings of love, relationships and friendship...... Are the colours liable to fading??

I hope every painting leaves its most bright and beautiful colour in my life before it begins to fade away with time....

please pardon me for so much of nonsense questioneering...

Lan Gaming.....

I loved Sports.....
Be it Cricket, Soccer, Formula One or even Gadha Maar, 29 or Mafia. But never had I come in association with a Sport named GAMING before coming to IIT. The present tense used in the word itself shows you its continuous nature. It never ceases.Its graph has been monotonically increasing since the advent of lan in the campus baring the exception of some occasional inflections brought about by lan bans by the overconservative society of IIT Proffesors.

Let me first explain what the term actually means. Wikipedia says "the term gaming relates to game (any of a number of structured activities), it usually implies participation in particular kinds of games". But we people here mostly refer it to the lan games played in the campus. The more popular ones of them are Counter Strike, Age of Empires, Defence of the Ancients and Unreal Tournament.

My favorite among the four is CS. The basic lessons of Camping, Sniping, Fragging are taught here. And I think they are some of the most important corporate values we need to learn to succeed in our lives. This even is a big stress buster- A window to throw out your frustrations. Pick a maverick and shoot all the RG* people around you.( AAAHH!!!! What a great relief :P). My personal aim is to Chakku all the 9 pointers in CS. But the problem is 9 pointers dont play at all. This also is a good portal to socialize with all the Bakchods of IIT. You hate a proff. Alias your name as the Proff's and then wait for the people to mock. A girl gives you cold vibes, alias your name as the girl's.

Some even go to the extent of playing just for the sake of fulfilling their fantasies. Some behave like slutty call girls(L!T@,Laila), some try to be pimps(Ch!chor@) and animals(J@@nwa@r).This game can actually help you to understand the psychology of students here in IIT. Our parents named us when we were born. But here we have the opportunity to rename ourselves again. The wannabe terrorist uses a name-"RDX". The chotu guy being small becomes-"zero", the photographer uses some prehistoric images 0|( *_* )|0, the helping bai becomes-"Naukrani Kamla". Some themselves feel they are worthless and use eccentric names like "Dayamouse". And what to say about "sIck my dUck"-You yourselves can figure out what this guy needs.

This game has been a soulmate for a lot of us. And I am sure most of the guys will miss this maniacness when they leave the institute. I too will miss you Counter Strike.

Long Live the spirit of COUNTER STRIKE.


*relative grading

My First..........

After a long period of four years, the procrastinator inside me has finally decided to die. The inside of me is now finally forcing my fingers to type something worthwhile.

No offence to all those fokat Multieight wordgames and stress relieving Counter Strike games.I have loved both of you with all my heart. Given you all my attention and energy. The power and speed my ten fingers possess today has all been because of you two. But the day has come when we should break up. My fingers are aging now. They now need a new partner. Someone who can help them satisfy their physical as well as intellectual needs. I hope this relation with you (blog) be a deep mushy one.And together one day we bore children named "Poet" and "Novelist".

I will be an engineer in a few days, but there's much more to my life than just machines or computers. I too can write. The writings here will be dedicated to all those lukkhe engineers with whom I had, had a blast in the past four years.

I hope you all accept this lazy amateur blogger in your blogging community.

God Bless You all