Incoherent Musings...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Yippee..It is still Roger's World afterall..
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And THAT is where you belong,...Oh mere Mortals........
Labels: Roger wins fifth US Open
Sunday, September 7, 2008
My First article
I have been asked to write an article for my college magazine. Not because, they knew that I was anything but a writer, but because they didn't... and also, because, the person who was supposed to have penned the original article, had claimed an acute attack of ran-out-of-ideas syndrome, at the last moment.Anyway,...amidst raucous catcalls and some lewd suggestions from my room mates, I picked up my scribbling pad and sat on my bed, calling out to no one in particular, to not disturb me, giving a semblance of a writer lost in thought and awaiting that spark of inspiration.
Hmmm, what should I write about...What should I write about...
Perhaps.. I should write an enlightening health article on the effects of consuming hostel food, with a few suggestive hints on the whereabouts of one particular hostel thrown in, purely as an example.....that might teach them,...,I shelved the thought as soon as one of my room mates, who, in all benevolence reminded me on the existence of one particular human species nicknamed W-A-R-D-E-N in most hostels...
Or...Or..as my friend put it, I could perhaps write an article about Love ...Oh Yes,..that would make me an instant hit with all the girls...An overnight transformation into 'That Cute Boy Who wrote that article'....who wouldn't love that, huh....Actually I wouldn't.Having a rich legacy of Mech-Engineers-dont-give-a-damn-to-girls-and/or-love behind me, I really couldn't afford to stoop so low...
Or..perhaps, I could throw in a satirical pitch on the plight of education system and just end it along the notes of how different our college is...I mean, was...whatever....oh well, what difference would it make.,Wake up the next day, and it would still be there...
Maybe I should write something on the eternal bliss of Friends & Friendship...(and on the difficulties of writing, with one hand pinned behind my back)
Or..,Should it be a movie review....But,I have never quite understood the difference between cinematography and choreography...It would be turn out to be highly intellectually challenged...
Mayhaps it should be a 'How to' article - How to get a girlfriend and get dumped on the same day-Thrice,..How to win Enemies and be a Nuisance...
Or should I write a technical article, the Whys and the Wherefores of Carnot's Engine, Unravelling the mysteries of Isothermal & Adiabatic Combustion...
How about a poem.....Now, thats an interesting idea...That is something I have never done before...It was all set then, I proclaimed to anyone who cared to listen that I was going to write a poem...
Now that I had decided upon writing a poem, the next thing obviously on my mind was, what was the poem going to be about...Its got to be different, Its got to be something that bewitches the mind and ensnares the senses...What!!, that is ALREADY on the Potter book!...Who asked you to read that anyway?!?
It was then, that this sudden thought struck me.,..that I could write about all these experiences of mine, in trying to write my first poem,....as a POEM......That would be simply amazing...A poem that narrates its birth...How out of the box would that be....A poem that is about itself...
.. Rekha....I mean, Eureka !!!...
Well, what are you staring at, I had just completed my poem.
It was my first article.Labels: My First Article, Poem
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Irony
Someday....,I wish to let you know, how much you mean to me... Someday....,I wish to let you know, It is because I miss you so much, that I chose to move away...
Someday....,I wish to let you know, It is because I care so much, that I chose not to disturb you...
Someday....,I wish to let you know, It is because I couldn't stop thinking about you, that I wanted to stop calling you...
Someday....,I wish to let you know, It is because I love you so much, that I let you go...
Someday....,I wish to let you know, It is because I love Life so much, that I now wish it to end...
..Someday.......
PS: What difference would it make, if an untold story ends...
Labels: Irony
