The morning innocent smile of hers....

She rubs her eyes and picks the phone with pleasing yawn,
The blabber from the night resumes to go on and awn,
She was soothing than the morning, he realised,
For all his craving, will he be blessed?

The morning innocent smile of hers....

Time pass by so smoothly with her by his side,
When he talks with her, he knows his fortitude,
He dreams to know everything he could be,
But without her he doesnt dare to see it wide!

The morning innocent smile of hers....

Theres a lot many things he would want to share,
Can she hear the words he compares?
He let everything sink, I know for sure,
The day is ethreal for her morning smile pure?

The morning innocent smile of hers....

She wakes up with breeze by her hair curls,
He feels the breath of belonging in the air furls,
Clutch onto him, he wants to see it through
For he sees you in and out all through :)

The morning innocent smile of hers....


P.S. Posting after a very long time :) Guess I am pardoned for the sin :D This one is inspired from the daily antics of someone :) The breath, the smile and the synchrony follows and revolves all in all behind that morning smile of hers!!!

Eat up!

There is something about food you never grow tired of. Even the dreams of mouth watering food comes with innate ease as if it were programmed to portray a powerless picture yielding to an irresitible force. As much as I am taught of speaking up at right occasions(speak up), I wonder eating up at right occasions might rekindle the spark to do everything else. My previous ramblings on food went about differentiating my moods based on my food. But does the litmus test lie in enjoying the meal silently or overtly proclaiming the praises?

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The other day I found myself buckled up to find my frame fit into a filled rickety auto in tryst of food! The hotel we opted for was closed till September 1, but as the usual virus we decided to eat up another hotel :) Such was the intensity of yearning! So thither we flocked into the same auto to find another place to dig into. But it did start with a flash, Babu- being the radio without the stop/start button- commented on the Chicken Rolls irrevocably. He manages that tone by default case(Born to talk, made to code and laughed at :P) His expression excaliming "Saste Log" calls for its own visual imagination(if you haven't seen it). The roll was good before Babu reinstated the comparisions about i-dont-think-i-heard-the-place places. To top it he was having the better of the driver in the front seat, while we four tried fitting in our legs, hands and all that came in between in the back seat :(

Chinese it was! The place was chosen to be a chinese restaurant. Though Babu commented over the ambience of many places before getting down at Tao, he must have fallen in love with the structure and ambience of Tao. His interest and talk point by now had diverted to Chinese culture and the usage of Chopsticks. The related stories engulfed his depression and angst of not being able to use chopsticks. As if we were under the impression that he was fed Cerelac from Chopsticks. But as usual he was put down :)

The order placed, the talk of Babu's town centred around the receptionist. The Chinki next door for Babu! I dont recollect if he had specified about seeing some better looking Chinkis. I am sure I must have overlooked, overheard rather(You know where I was looking :) )! Babu with his words makes the Mark Twain of modern day with a twist. He makes everything silly,poshed up. The twist comes in where he makes silly of himself in all his endeavours.

(Assignment: All of you who are intoxicated by Babu's antics and want to take a sneak peek, just negate the posted picture using photoshop. You have to do it to believe it. So get the hands on experience :P)(Damn.. The blogspot wouldnt even allow to upload a negated Babu's picture! Conclusion: A still picture(without the action wala Babu) is impossible! Bhagwaan ne bhi nahi dekha hoga!)

The Babu antics will only be published on demand!

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All this while food and its smell lingered in me. I could differentiate the smell of fried rice, the chopsueys, and the chowmeins which were being gobbled by in some corner of the room. I had an inkling that the food had to be good, its smell was already envigorating. The past few days had been taxing both physically and mentally. I had came to a point of being blinded by everything else. The feeling of loosing everything wasn't fading away. It lingered like a termite's mark long after I had defeated it. All I hoped was a symbolic victory from the its clutches. Good food came to rescue, as if always does! All in all the eat-up excercise made me come back to me. I wonder what would I do without good food? I remember this with sense of fulfilment four days after the incident- such is its impact!

State Of Existence!

Interviewer: How are you feeling right now?
Me: Ever heard of the story of a bird in a golden cage? I think it pretty much sums it up precisely.

Interviewer: A Golden Cage?
Me: On after thoughts I gather, theres nothing golden about it. Its a mirage in the offing.

Interviewer: We are still at sand dunes, confused as ever!
Me: I believe my frustration, desperation speaks for itself.

Interviewer: Ah, you lamenting about the new place? The new novel existence?
Me: Lamenting? Please replace it with condemning. Anything new coming at the price of time isnt sufficient, I believe.

Interviewer: So what is golden about it? Or rather the Mirage?
Me: A swimming pool, Wooden badminton courts, Single room, Girls, add to it AC and TV at room!

Interviewer: That sounds so exciting and interesting!
Me: I said, I cant help feeling like I was bought down by these apparent visuals!

Interviewer: Is it all shiny and painful?
Me: Having the coffee looking up to stars from seventh floor at 12 in the night is perhaps the only silver lining.

Interviewer: Wow, that sounds so exciting.
Me: But excitement dies down with every starless night. I am reminded of the missed moments. The no-network, the complete blocked in feeling is growing on me.

Interviewer:At least the food would be good?
Me: Yeah right! To start with every food court closes by 10 pm. Then I have zeroes down to a 3 dishes out of 5 food courts! You all have imagination to visualize the obviousness of reality.

Interviwer: We fervewntly hope, rather assume you maintained the sports :)
Me: Hmmm... If waiting in queue to get a single game of badminton is what you refer to "high-standards" of sports I have acheived. Football is played with hands. I cease to be the person commenting on active sports from now on.

Interviewer: So its must be getting onto you?
Me: Why think and die thrice before sleeping, when you have to wake up tomorrow to repeat it all over again?

Interviewer: Any news to all of us?
Me: Please do not let the network fall on its own. I yearn for all of you- the mails, the chats, the everything. All I have now is no mail access and lot of desperation! Period. Do drop in mails :) Everyday.. ahhh... Someday.. Atleast One day! I might only reach you at prabhu_das@daiict.ac.in

P.S. Consider this as the heights of desperation and frustration :) Yeah, learning about ethical ettiquettes is perfectly the most perfect thing to hear everyday! Day in day out!
And I have to go out of the way to post posts in blogspot. The only relief is I can acess blogspot. But why not the blogger?

The Died Him

The recollection of reactions, which culminated in boarding the running train, brought a wry smile. He was left behind at the platform long after the train was gone, even if only in spirits. At least he wanted to be. He adjusted his lens and cleared his vision. He peered through the window as another train passed his thoughts in a flash. The images moved backwards, as he saw, with the pace only matched by the speed of conflicting thoughts in his brain. He was stationary and everything else moved back. Everything else! The train moved on. He moved on. Life moved on? All that was left was a series of moving images. All so beautiful and filled with fragrance and none he could touch, none he could reach out for. None would freeze! They kept moving, and he kept alone. It was an amazing coincidence. At least, he tried to wriggle himself free from this wrong revelation. He wanted to hold it all so tight to himself. But it was not to be. It had to move on.

But then many of his self defined parameters had failed to quantify happiness the true meaning of bliss. His playlist didn’t give him the lift. Music also failed the litmus test. But then he realized the transition hasn’t been all that sudden. He hadn’t laced his football cleats for days. He hadn’t blogged for ages. He hadn’t found movies to suit his taste. The journey was inevitably coming to the climax. He wasn’t prepared for it. It was not sudden. The part of dying him died gradually. Maybe, it will rise from the ashes; the phoenix might infuse and re-find itself.

Even if he re-gathers the situation, fighting with the circumstances, he is sure not to find the same passion. It would be a new team, a new world. Maybe, just maybe he is jumping to conclusions all too soon? Like a divine intrusion, he came out of this thoughts-land. The wheels were screeching to a halt. The siren paraded the senses of hearing. The images were no longer moving backward with the same agonizing speed. He believed they weren’t far from his reach, this time. Lo and Behold! He could reach out to the images, and feel the strong reality of it. The train stopped! The life stopped! Just another parking in life? He would move back to the destination. He moved his hair back. He adjusted his spectacles, cleaning the dirt that had been blocking the vision. A deep breath and the life in his hands brought the gleam in his eyes back! He leapt in joy of life!

The walk to remember!

He proposed for a walk, she agreed. They had been "whiney-friends" who engage in leg pulling as and when circumstance presented itself. The kind of fresh effervescence to it-bubbly and nascent freshness!Perhaps he was filled with nostalgia, perhaps they were not to meet ever again! He swarmed in mushy thoughts.She was the perfect silhouette of composure. Maybe it would be like she said- "Friendships masks and bends time"! The hug made him feel guilty for they could have been more friends.

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The ants of the same anthill! The story shall be etched forever in a distant chapter. It all started the fateful day when most of them were forced to dance to the tune of a birthday. It was the beginning. Like every great story, it had a middle
and an end-the middle was fascinating. The line of ants flocking together in a single filed line to the outings. They were not alike not in any sense of word!They varied in sizes to moods and to tastes! But they struck to the filed line. The ant hill was the happening place at nights with its sessions of glorious uncertainties capable of infinite monotones collectively. It was almost ironic that the magic lingered for so long!


Now they part. Different lines, different choices! It wouldn't be the same long line any more! No more waits, no more group sms! The hugs were different this time. He knew everything couldn't be set down correctly with this hug. The gamut of emotions the imagery of togetherness flashed in an instant! The misunderstandings seemed so trivial in front of the bonding and attachment, he felt like letting go of everything else! It had to be. Everyone made him believe so. Not everyone can be wrong- It had to be!

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He stares at the collage of pictures and he realizes what a "happy place" in reality would be-the place and the people he would like to be with. He blinked his eyes to the happy place where he was surrounded by people he wished to be. It was a happy zone. It is a happy zone. He bids his time and awaits his time, when he parts away from the ant hill. The abode where living alone was both sinful, sundry and difficult!The hug of life? A walk....err.. The walk to remember?

"THE" defeat in "A" win- A 55F

White washed ceiling or a colorful life canvas? He stared at the various hues of painted life. Knitting the final act together- positivity of hopes? Ballerina’s shift as ball kissed legs, pirouettes and tackles-Game vision delivered.



The loss in a win? The farewell (last) football match of my team!

Play together at Convocation again.
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A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

* Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
* A setting,
* One or more characters,
* Some conflict, and
* A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)

Rabbit Hole...Deep and Under!

Welcome to the Rabbit Hole of expectations! Hidden recess, unknown turns, unseen grounds- Doesn’t the Rabbit Hole just go deep in? The tunnel of expectations is almost similar- dicey, inspirational and tiring. Just tumble down!
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He tumbled down the tunnel- deep and deeper! The vision, the light guiding him! He persisted. He took up the challenge of living up to expectations. He made his way through the hidden recess of the tunnel- gauging the ground, smelling the dangers. He inched his way through. He slogged. He made seconds converge to minutes and minutes to hours and hours to days! Though the light was far off, he succeeded in securing a milestone. Or at least he flattered himself to believe so. That’s the only solace he bargained, however short-lived it might have been. It was heart breaking-all the sweat didn’t make for a drink, let alone a satisfying/quenching drink. What does he do now? Despair-However lame the word may sound, it has a leveling effect! Or should he vent out his anger in fists? In any case he is devastated by the end of it.
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He is happy. He is engaged in the things he likes most. A smile lingers on his face and he dances to the tune of it. He has unfinished work to wrap up but he is too engulfed in his world to even think of it. He completes the work without interest. He made the things stick and signed it off in its own unique style. He bargains adulation for the vision and expertise. He is left wondering about the virtue of hard work. He is happy in his world even to understand the importance and value of the recognition. He strives out nonchalantly!
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Is it really impossible to expect a favourable outcome? Or is it that the Rabbit Hole goes deep down under- beyond understanding? Or is he just digging at the wrong end of the Rabbit hole?

Dance,with me?

Summer winds unsettling hair, speaking to the ear,
Wandering clouds, sky never getting clear.
Today it lies still, speaking no words of pretence,
In the lull of night, reflecting silence.

Gleaming in the summer sands, the glass of memory,
Brittle. Volatile. Recounting a nameless story.
Playing with yesterday when today was flying by,
Smell of her hair, memories circled near by.


I cannot see what would come, but what had gone.
Lost in translation the dreams; life of love tone.
Should I take a step back? To find you once again?
Would you hold hand once more? Would you dance with me again?

Lost Cause??

It had started a long back- just the train journey back home caught the raw straw. The train of thoughts (pun intended) left him wondering all over it again.
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He was jubilant for he was home bound again. This time promised for more riches, for he had a cousin’s marriage to attend. Marriages! They do a thing to you, don’t they? He was rapt in the dream. He bade an early farewell for the station to check up his waitlisted ticket. All was in place. A perfect beginning to a perfect memory?
He went up to locate his seat and settle down. To his amusement, the row was empty (at least for the time being). He stretched his leg and cornered his bag and waited for the journey to start and finish off in a whoosh. Then they came. The brigade of fellow passengers with an army of see-off relatives! The words brigade and army are not misplaced for the amount of baggage they carried gave me a sense of moving caravan. It was good that I had seated myself up in the corner. I wonder if otherwise I could have muscled my way in. Reactions, The collective reactions of such a huge see off can be very promising. It was filled with action, from frame to frame. All of them had been grouped to two or three and the words followed the animated actions. Alas! It was time now. The engine stirred and he wondered would the mass get off the train safe in such quick alert? They sure did! He mused at the sight and smiled around. But it seems that the fate isn’t with a sense of irony. The wheels screeched and the train came to a halt almost as soon as it started. For a moment everything blanked out. Utter silence! Then all of them burst out. It was as if some great pressure had been applied to heart and tears were the temporary respite. The tears flowed! They have a way? Don’t they? Tears-the heart ways? Maybe tears are the words which our dictionary refuses to give a reckoning. It has a grammar, a punctuation and its pronunciation is profound, to say the least! He was left wondering.. ..The emotional quotient of an eye drop?

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The colours, the hue and the cry! Marriage Home! It was special in ways more than one for him. One He had too few cousin sisters. Two The present sister was the closest to him. She was away visiting her friends when he arrived. But as soon as she came back, she came to him! She had something to say he thought. But her words were lost in the accompanying company. She gulped it. It was later that day he could finally see her. She was with her cousin sum best friend. He thought words would surround him, questions and more questions? But She held him in a hug and cried. He felt helpless. Seeing her in cry her cousin joined her. He tried to console both of them recollecting the good times the laughter. But then he realized looking back at the laughter made them cry all the more. The good times, the silly times all conjured up hazy environ. Alas! He recounted the times when she was gruffly and angry on him and that seemed to work. Tears for good times and Smile for tears? Law of irreversibility? Can this be more confusing?


Racing through to the final act of leaving! The tears seemed to be a reflection of celebration. A celebration of her whiney smile that echoed in the house, her graceful walk lighting up the candles! Each drop glinted with her love for everyone and everyone’s love for her. It was wrapped in the warmth of her smell, her pure self.
Maybe tears are just words heart can’t express. For its diction and punctuation is vast to generalize in a casual manner.

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Death Funeral. The inconsolable tears!

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He sat down equating the tears. The tears for togetherness, The tears for celebration, The tears of loss! He realized he lacked the understanding of the basic structure. Perhaps just perhaps, the tears are a way of cleansing our eyes as we adjust them to focus on life again? Are they just a premature despair of lost cause? They say a thousand words and hide a thousand others. But do we still realize the grammar of tears, the heart ways?

Better Late Than Never :)

Much water passed under the bridge since last? Eh? Guess that makes for an unending list of tags to be completed. I better get started with Alien’s else he warned me of dire consequences

1. What does your user name mean?
Shylock. Need Explanation? Grab Merchant of Venice: P. I pride in believing myself to be unsympathetic and demanding


2. Elaborate on your user photo.
An year old. On being asked to pose- the instant reaction was to fly.

3. How many comments do you have?
Really? You want to know them?

4. What's your current relationship status?
Hmmm. Single. If you have reasons to believe otherwise let me know. I should also indulge in the adventure

5. What exactly are you wearing right now?
A striped tee and boxers. Was this question meant to be some captcha or something? Wondering whether I was still human just like the word verification?

6. What is your current problem?
To chalk out a schedule for my project.

7. What do you love the most?
What- Food, Football, Blogging
If what is to be understood as progressive form of Who then Family and Friends

8. What makes you most happy?
Good Food, The touch of grass and the kiss of the ball?

9. Are you musically inclined?
Is there anything as musically inclined? I fear music for me is a mood reflector for seldom one sees a frolic song in somber environ.

10. What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were on cocaine?
I think my initial reaction would be to check the room I am in. Luck permitting, a bike ride? The air high to go on with cocaine?

11. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?
Wouldn’t have stopped playing football once I took to spectacles.
Wouldn’t have let my aggressive streak to desert me

12. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be?
A squirrel or a rabbit? Run around without a care!

13. Ever had a near-death experience?
Had a accident of sorts. I am told, considering the narrow hilly road we might have toppled down. I was too young to gauge and be a part of the tension.

14. Name an obvious quality you have.
Ready for most things

15. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?
Cemeteries of London.
Sway(Of late this tune has struck onto me)

16. Are you happy today?
Yes. Its convocation time around in here. Got the chance to play with my first captain

17. Who will cut and paste this first?
Usha Ma’am , though she would be busy!

18. Name someone with the same birthday as you.
Virender Sehwag I believe.

19. Do you have a secret crush on someone?
Naaah.

20. Do you have a garbage disposal in your kitchen sink?
Hostel. Kitchen? Sink? I know about giving a ball a kitchen sink!

21. Have you ever been in a fight?
I have been. Some I regret, some I don’t.

22. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Large audience? Singing? Duhh

23. What's the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?
Hmmm. The intelligence! The approach to a conversation?

24. What's your biggest mistake?
I am not yet repenting. Guess the biggest has to come yet.

25. Say something totally random about you.
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26. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?
No. Never. Do tell me if I can ever look like a footballer :P

27. Are you comfortable with your height?
Yes.

28. What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?
If (romantic== Touching)
{
1. My farewell gift at school.
2. The letters my friends wrote to my after school.
}
Else
{
Still single.
}

29. What are your favourite smells?
Wet earth. ( Much had been artistically said about them)
Smell of a perfectly laid football pitch.
Oddly enough, diesel smells good.

And yes, the ‘smell’ of exotic mom’s cuisines.
30. What's something that really annoys you?
Frustration?

31. What's something you really like?
Playing. Being with Friends. Family. Cousins 

32. Do you give random hugs and kisses?
Kisses? I wonder. Hugs- Very much :P

33. What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
11.00 A.M.

34. Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room?
Nopes

I would like this to be done by:
Usha Ma'am
Sashu
Dita
Impulsive,Me

Sorry and Thank You?

Since long? Eh? Hither I hop in to dust the place and ornament itJ. I shall be back with a post soon. Co-bloggers (Blogger :P) have been generous to me with their words. I beg pardon for the long delay and I present the award to myself without much ado: P.

Citation Of Proximity Award

These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

Free and Independent blogger award

I pass these awards onto-

Usha Ma'm (For all the wonderful words and her unique gift to touch people with words)

Marvin (For he deserves the second chance to accept award. This might as well make him recollect things)

Piper(For the pipe he smokes, the ashes of whose make for an unmistakable read)

Temptress(For always surprising me withher words)

Banter(For her travelogues and her free spirit and everything in between)

oo7(For the amazing persistence and liking of my blog :D. Surely rain has a way :))

Impulsive,Me (For being impulsive :))

Mads(For the brilliance streaks with madness :P)

Thank you Usha ma’am for such a wonderful gesture. Indeed without your words this place would have been a sundry desert.