And I write poems too...

Hello all...If anyone has any misconceptions that my creative skills are limited to this blog only, I'd like to use this post to clear that....as the title suggests, yes I write poems too...I don't know when it started, but my first poem was titled "My Mistake"( it was not refering to my act of writing poems...and I'm not gonna tell you what it was about). Then after writing 3 or 4 poems on the evergreen topic of love, I matured as a poet (atleast I like to think so) and expanded my horizons to include topics like life, nature etc in my poems. If someone wants to read it, mail me I'll send them to you. (Ha Ha....whom am I kidding? Somebody wanting to read my wild ramblings....that was a good one). Anyways, there are atleast 2 people on this earth who reads everyone of my poems and has the ability to endure it without cursing me for wasting their time. So being the owner of a blog now, I thought that my poems should get published...atleast in my blog...as I am too lazy to type up all the old ones, I thought I'd spare my readers and expose them only to the latest quirks of my creative cerebellum...or was it cerebrum??? Aaah who cares..So here you go..my latest work..titled...Regrets

Moments in Life,
Come and go by.
When your heart tells you to go ahead
Speak your mind without being afraid
But then your brain kicks in
All the doubts and fears start to set in
You ignore your heart and keep the silence
Though after sometime it stops making sense
But then you fear whether the time has passed
For you to let out all the feelings you have amassed.
These thoughts draw your silence longer
And the longer it gets, it becomes harder
Then one day you realize
How foolish you were when you thought you were wise
The time that you had just ran out
And you were left waiting without a whisper, leave apart a shout.
And now the words come pouring
With all the love, hurt and pain you were bearing
And then it starts-Regret
Of not speaking out when time was at your beck
Because all that you say after it all ends
Are just words without meaning,
Sounds without sense.


So thats all for now folks, do let me know how much you liked it (or didn't like it)....

The days are just packed......

There was a time when I had a routine in my life...but that was long back...when i was in school, to be exact. Get up, get ready, have breakfast and off to school. Come back, chill out, study, dinner and off to bed. Then came the college where there was no such thing as a time table that was followed. Well, if teachers don't need a routine, why the heck should we? That was the beginning of the spot decision kind of life. No class in the afternoon....next second comes the decision...cricket...or a movie...That was a really fun time of life..then we moved into the IIT. IIT is about 10 times my engineering college..so i compensated by making my life 10 times routineless...nightouts- both for academic and counterstrike/age of empire purposes became the norm of the day and if not night outs then it was playing tennis at 3 in the morning. Well IIT never sleeps is another matter altogether. At whichever time you decide to take a stroll through the campus, you will find people on the road, lovebirds, junkies, bhasad groups and what not. That was a time when we could never have enough time to do everything...something was always left undone..and most of the times it was studies..kya hai yaar...padhaai to har jagah hota hai...har jagah aisi LAN thode milta hai...to poora utilise karo facilities ko...Maan..I miss those times....when we used to swear by DC++..the omnipotent..the provider of all needs...the ultimate..And now it seems life is coming in a full circle...Something like a routine creeping into my day to day activities...Get up at 8...thanks to a wakeup call full of love...get ready by 9. Reach the bus stop by 9.15, take a share auto from there to bus stand..catch bus no. 15B to office. Reach office by around 10.30 and get going with the daily grind. Return to flat after dinner by 8.30. Sit in front of the PC...gaming...browsing..watching TV (that too on PC)...till 10. From 10-11 phone calls..Another stint of gaming (Currently Return to Castle Wolfenstein) for half an hour and then off to bed you go. for(i= monday; i<= friday;i++) (For any computer illiterates out there...and i know there is atleast one reading this, this means repeat from monday to friday).Then comes saturday and sunday when miraculously one day shrinks to 12 hours. I don't know how but before i realise, the weekend is over. Due to this grind, the one off break gains utmost importance. And such a break is just round the corner for me...next weekend..Onam...am going home on friday...am damn happy :D. I make sure that every month I have something to look forward to. Now i have my activities planned till november. God and boss relenting, I will have a small break each month. Touchwood. So thats all guys...One last thing before i end this post...this thing about routine being necessary..is way over rated. There is no fun like being the creature of the moment. Ride on the wings of your fancy...be dynamic..do what your heart tells you to...do everything before you get shackled in the chain called routine.

Aamchi Pune..

I'm back. Been a while since i visited these areas of the world wide web. But renewed resolution not to let my blogging go my dairy writing way, I'm back. Last week was a welcome break from the daily routine of office to home to office. With gods of time showering blessings on human kind (especially the employed human kind) in form of consecutive holidays on 15th and 16th owing to our Independence day and Shri Krishna Jayanti and these holidays falling just one day after the weekend, this meant that for the ones looking for a long due break, taking one day leave meant a vacation of 5 days. Now there's an offer you cannot refuse...So I took it. My boss was kind enough to grant me leave (might be due to the fact that for some days before the weekend, i reached home at 2 in the morning. Well thats a different story altogether.) So as i had planned well in advance for the vacation, I caught the first flight on the weekend to Pune. A long overdue visit to see my bro and his friends at the esteemed medical establishment, Armed Forces Medical College (AFMC). My mom and dad was there already. So it was like a family reunion at Pune. Pune is a really cool city. All the facilities of Mumbai minus the hustle bustle. Lots of places to hang out and a wide range of eateries, ranging from pure kerala food to Thai food at "Banthai". Then for people of my age (especially males), going from Chennai to Pune gives your eyes a pleasant exercise with all the beautiful scenaries there (if you know what i mean). As a practice, whenever i visit Pune, there are a few places that I always visit.

One, Burger King with its amazingly tasty burgers

Two Jaijalram bookstall at FC road for its amazingly cheap indian edition books

Three One or more of the multipexes for obvious reasons

Four, the vada pav vendors near the railway station for their best in the world vada pavs. Vada pavs from bombay pale in comparison to the ones that you get in Pune.

All this, a treat for the AFMC P2 batch gang and roaming with my bro took up 4 days and my vacation was at an end. Well, time really flies when you are having fun. Now its 2 more weeks and I'm off to home for Onam, the festival of festivals for malayalees around the globe. Its always great when you have something to look forward to. Thats what keeps life going on. When you have nothing to look forward to in your life, then you are not living, you are just existing. Anyways, I had fun and am waiting for my next visit to the coolest city in the world thats..Aamchi pune.