Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Piper




Puppets of false control
Masters of self-decay
Pupa of imaginary boundaries
Stretched to a new fate.

Shorelines of no entry,
Waters full of taste
Visions of dreamy reality
Are all harbored away.


Yet the visions hover
Just before the gate.
Only wild weed separate
Mystery from the lane.

Still the weary vision
Curtails to look away
The horizon seems to shimmer
While the roads all bend away.

The path is all untrodden
Foliage outgrows space
Secret caves re-appear
Amidst the tropical haze.

The stream of reason flows
Abrupt and unclear
Aquatic hush prolongs
Wading through inner fear.

Mystery perches on wings
Surreal memories surface
A new journey begins
Some inner calling to take.




The scepter may loose its shine
The brass may burn and fade
Purple visions decolorize
Bad blood is washed away


The distinct rhythm flows
The piper is calling again
The mind sleepwalks hazily
Consciously drifting away.

Into Your Eyes


Your eyes are gateways
To worlds of beauty
Into pure innocent gleam
Of truthful pools.

So livid and fresh
Like crystal blue lakes
So touchingly soft
Like fragrant flowers

Your eyes open doors
To silent valleys and ways
Into secret dreams and coves
Hidden in inner maze.

Your eyes are shining diamonds
Sparkling new whiffs of life
Into dead and wasted beings
You return them their smiles.

Comrades of war



Like the wind gallop they
Like fire roar they
Like tranquil oceans are they
Like rigid land stand they


Like mountains firm are they
Like falls swift are they
Like valleys profound are they
Like gorges mystic are they

Like soldiers unknown are they
Like chariots towering are they
Like swords sharp are they
Like kings majestic are they

Oh knights in shining armors
Oh liberators of causes unknown
Oh saviors of human race
Oh redeemers of broken faith

While the bells toll
While the devils charge
While the weak tamed
While the gallant retrace



While death drags forward
While ghosts of evil assail
While wounded comrades’ collapse
While bloody stains inspire

Fight……

8 : 24 CST

8:24 CST

The 8 : 24 local screeched into my ears as the coaches dragged on in front of me. Early in the morning some stinky old aunties come converging around me like I am some rummage sale queen! The wait on the platform is less painful than a pigsty! And people sticking like iv ordered for a body massage or something. Hello! Some one give me space to breathe…a matter of time and we could demand our rights for oxygen.! Anyway meanwhile as my pondering about rights and crap continued the train conveniently halted in front of me like an entrance to ali babas caves! Only thieves are more than 44 here and yeah open sesame was ubiquitous! Gak..

Ohkie my endeavor to step in is the smoothest of all. Cause if you are standing you are transported like some time machine sends you to eras and ages. And if you don’t want to get in why the hell are you in the way…and suddenly im in! Fantastic! Now begins seat hunting. Musical chairs is simpler and at least there’s soothing music around! Here a cacophony of wild animals seem to be croaking like some joint effect committee made to burn your ears. Damn! Bless apple for thee invention of messiah also called I pod! “ I disappear” ringed in my ears and I was wondering if j k Rowling could lend her invisible blanket? But then still will I get a seat? Hehe even ghosts scuttle here? hmm meanwhile I should say my thoughts are like a train and I happen to simultaneously present them. So though I keep changing tracks coming back to the main line…yeah the filthy old trains.

Uh oh back to the main line…while I was deviating as usual I saw this woman in occur uniform squishing her way past demanding her right to daily torture of some ticket less soul! By the way I have never been caught! Touch wood. And look at the way she’s wiggling through. National geographic could stop making documentaries on snakes! She scoots down to me like circling down her prey. Yeah lady course I have a ticket. Now she stood in front of me signaling.. like im dumb or deaf. I was anyway with “ hammer of the gods “ playing around. Now she looked at me again for the ticket. I had to search for my purse, juggling between my bag , purse, pod and mobile I kept scanning like a vulture for my ticket. Damn where is it? And adding to the woes my mobile rang! Damn I fished out my purse simultaneously lifting my call with hammer of the gods still chanting and cacophonies still croaking! Damn now I know why old Indian goddesses had so many hands. You need to multi task! And women do it perfect! I opened my purse looking for my pass.. hope it didn’t expire. I showed it to her and she nodded…blonde dint see the date..i was sure it had expired and mean while I was answering call to some personal loan fella askin me factory insurance? Sure babe..

Now that my multi taking was done suddenly the song shifted to Tanha dil and while I was enjoying the song this occur woman still keeps looking at me …I moved my way across to the other side in the entrance. I was still not lucky enough to barge in to the seat area. And this occur dressed woman is following me like a snake! Crawling queen snake! Help! Now generally I am a lady of nerve( I am?) but this woman freaked me out. She dint realize that expiry thing ( hopefully) god n I have no cash. I slithered too with all my might and suddenly a chunk of people get down like some school of fish. Great! She had clear vision of the prey! She kept following me and I kept walking within the compartment! Mummy!

Where is all my courage? My guts? Damn I m going to teach this woman a lesson . I turned looked at her and asked” Kya Hai?”(Must say colloquial lingo makes you so “I v got the power” kind!) Van Helen eruption played in my pod..whola everythings adjusting to my niche except me!

“Madam pass Batao” she smirked.

I always wonder why Batao? Batao?!As in literally its like say your pass!

And I was like “Kyo?”

“ Kyonki who pass bhi mera hai,purse bhi mera aur bag bhi”

point blank like a fool this woman looks at me and says some bull shit. “Are you mad? Show me your id” I barked. She looks at me with the weirdest glance I ever got.

Ohkie…now I might steal things but how is she so sure? Bitch.

“ Id batao” I shrieked at her and my pod sang –Najaane kyon!

She doesn’t flinch a bit and coolly removes my pass and purse. And I though this world was too huge for a fraternity.

Vishala k

Why All Men are Agony Aunts.

I start this blog after a long while. Not that i got Transported to a different Galaxy or i went through an emotional Trauma or some psychiatric Treatment. Worse still i got into redundancy. I observed people and their nitwitty actions around me but still did not bother to reflect or empathise. All i thought when some one talked was " Are You worth it? :P " Of course fuelled by my own conscious attemp to sarcast-i-size myself! And an attempt to alienate my emotions from my heart i enjoyed the journey immensely while i sauntered around doors paths and trenches interlinked and crossed with each other all the while.


There was a time when i would stop and rip open a person in fornt of me while i analysed his views fears body language and attitude by my first impresiion! Wee that time has come again. Actually!

To begin with lets talk about Men? Excuse me? i can right? or do i become a feminist as i guess you are already asuming Im here to bash them? see there goes another whiff of stereotyp-ism!

I feel this species is really mistreated. Actually. They are such poor beings constantly oscillating between themselves and us. Constantly agonised by random acts of careless precedence put forward by all the ladies around. I feel if they wernt around wed all be in a soup! No that we cant reproduce without each other ( well who doesnt know its viable for 2 women to have a girl ) but the very spice and icings remain missing without them you know.

Its like having a BMW and not having red carpets. You know we can sail through quickly but we all need that red carpet. And that Poor red carpet thinks people drive BMW's for them. And the BMW thinks people ride for the Carpet. Well nonsense!

If a man was asked how to handle a woman hed twitch , sigh and turn around to his male friends for advice. His confusion would continue as he tries to sincerely grapple " what the hell is she saying? ". He will look at her and make an attempt to say " yes Baby " but all he can do is look! When a lady asks him " are you listening ?? " hell get all alert and say yes yes but truly hes so confused about her complete behaviour that by the time he grapples and tries to take a hint of whats in her mind ; she has already said what she had to say and starts testing if youve heard. And the Poor Man. He has to handle volcanoes , rotate the earth and rise the sun. As simple as that.

Now that he fail's the test the lady is crying. Oh god how to handle a crying woman?? The Man becomes all gooey and soft which in turn repulses him from himself . hell say and mumble irrelevant things like " Baby i heard every word " but in reality he NEVER can.

Now the mind of a man is like a child. You show him a colourful balloon and he s looking at the string attached and the sky and the movement. And once the balloon is let off all the girl asks is " whats the color of the balloon ?" nd voila hes zonked.

Cause he was so lost analysing AB Z that he forgot what language it is from!



Now i kn0w many men will sigh and say nonsense. But inside they will acknowledge the helplessness they face when with a woman. Especially if they arent courting the one.

The lady will shriek and cry and the men will go their men. "why is she lik this"
" i dont want to shop with her. Shes mean"
"I dont like to hug her and sleep. I need my space! "
"Please dont tell me best of luck when i go playing with the boys"
"I dont care if thers no foreplay."
" yes or no??""

These questions are his mind space. Sometimes he slike a binary 1 or 0. As simple as that. And we woman know 0.1 0.2 and 0.99999999999 in bteween that shocks them all the time.

They not only find women mean and cold sometimes they also get insecure of their success. But why should you blame them? Its confusing enough for us women to understand ourselves and we expect you to sympathise with us when we are actually running in your race and taking the first second and the third spot! And we cry that the medal was not enough. Maybe a guy would have got a better medal? And then heroes inarms shall tell us " its ok Baby !"


Phew. Its crazy. Men are really naive. Street smartedness mind you is a different dimension which most of them are damn good at! Crazily Good. But as i said they are 1 or 0. When they are 1 they are all ruthless and cuthroat When thay are 0 they are mushy naive and adorable puppies. Now men meet women when thay are in zeroes.

And women?? They are cuththraot mean naive beaitiful streetsmart in all the numbers between 0 and 1.! Hence the constant mismatch. Its like when a man deciedes to commit forever to a woman he does. He says it he means it. And so do we. But ahaa theres always a tag line with us. We do enjoy the subtle flirting glances and a few advances from others even if we are completely commited to a single man. Mind you this is not flirting but its a simple way of life. Men as i said again are 0 or 1. so they do not have random acts in between like we women with hundred thousand complications and intricacies.

Men are fairly simple when you know which stage they are in 0 or 1.Mostly they judge women on following ways

1. Slam Bham Thank You Bye
2. Life Partner
3.Friend ( Best Random etc )

Women will have at least 67 subtopics if im not wrong.


Well so much for analysis and ripping. All in all i dont blame them if they whine and cry cause simply they can never understand what we mean.

When we whine they should SHUT UP and LISTEN
When we look away thay should PAMPER and MANO-FY.
When we are serious they should STOP teasing around.
When we are angry they should not ignore our SILENCE.
When we laugh they SHOULD laugh.
When we complain they SHOULD NOT give us any solutions. Ever.
When we say we will take care they should BACK OFF.
When we with our girls they should NOT expect us to take care.
When we get pissed with their friends we EXPECT them to aplogize.

But all this while they need to understand we love them in our own way . Like a Kite with hundred thousand trajectories , strings colours , directions. But whats important is the Kite runner hold the Kite in the end. So the Kite will stay if it likes the runner:P Simple!!

Now men dont be aginy aunts and bitch about my inferences. I have dipped so much sattire that sometimes im re satirified:P

Well formtomorrow il start anaylsing people.


Stick Around sweethearts ( girls ) and candy floss commandoes ( boys )!!!