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A meaningful name

2006-05-04T17:56:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine was recently asked the meaning of his name(which happens to be Bibin). He simply ventured saying that it’s a Bengali name (or a Keralite name)…

His friend then ventured to help him in his time of distress and racked his brain circuits to break it up an lo – a brain wave : Bi – bin/ … meaning two bins!

Now, this could lead to a lot of introspection. The two bins might be referring to the guy being a split personality or his two sides of the brain……

Or would it simply be that his parents thought him to be like two bins…… Interesting!!! I took another speculative look at the fellow….does he resemble that in any way?

In some countries, rubbish is separated into Biodegradable and non-biodegradable and disposed into two bins. So, is Bibin made of two parts too similarily??

Maybe you can guess why he is called Bibin…. Help me out!

To be a woman

2006-03-24T04:50:00.000-08:00

To be the long roots

Beneath the mother Earth

For the tree to bear fruit

And of the resources there be no dearth.

To be the generous earth to live by

Whereupon the creatures may stand on

And look up to lofty father sky

To dream of the heavens to move on.

To be the calm, deep ocean blue

Equaling & pacifying the turbulent rivers

To bring everything to the rhythm & quiet strength so true.

No matter how the playful, forceful rivulet quivers.

The fridge

2006-03-22T06:02:00.000-08:00

A guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying, "Free to good home. You want it, you take it." For three days, the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were skeptical about such a good deal, so he changed the sign to read, "Fridge for sale, $50." The next day, someone stole it.

Dusk

2006-03-20T06:16:00.000-08:00

When evening comes all at once

Birds fly home without a back glance

Walking on the footpath to and fro,

Where is it then that I turn to?

The long walk home

The unplanned roam

The brisk air so cool

Nature makes me loving fool?

Busy markets, rushing fast

Life’s colours don’t last

But in this humdrum change

As I scan memories range

Nothing matters, nobody can feel

Dive deep, but nothing to steal

From the crazy game

Its sham, not shame!

Bright stars shining out

Leaving none in doubt

If they are a little clever

That those gems won’t fade ever

With enlightened mind

The heart becomes kind

But the poor ignited soul

Has to take its toll.

At the altar as i kneel

harden my heart like steel

for the unpredictable fortune’s wheel

will people’s layers peel

One fine evening, I know for sure

I will head out of sea to shore

The sea of life, calm and turbulent

That long swim would have memories lent.

Till then its just an effort to try

Do things that I will be remembered by

And finally once I am dry

There wont be anything to cry.

MBA

2006-03-20T04:21:00.000-08:00

People all over the world must have vented their frustration against MBAs in a million innovative ways like Most Badnaam aadmi ……

I would prefer to call them Munshis of Bekaar aadmi/aurat.

Hold on a sec before you start calling the hot shots. This name is a tribute to the institutes which have been producing endlessly the tribe of bekaars. Now, lets elaborate a bit on this.

Who is a bekaar – someone who needs skills to be able to delegate work, make disaster plans and ensure successfully that he doesn’t have an ounce of work and that things runs smoothly even if he is to take a long leave. Then he is a successful bekaar. Don’t underestimate the word. Its not easy to remain workless in organizations more than eager to load any underutilized chap with more responsibilities which again need to be delegated to the right people in the right way.

The colonial picture of a munshi was a fat, pot-bellied shrewd man who used to charge exorbitant prices to get things done by his underpaid servants. Net result: His pocket was full. The customers lost some money yet felt happy that they got exactly what they wanted. The servants who did the job were happy that they have a job. The munshi… well he always wanted more…..! Modern munshis take utmost care of their looks unlike the old counterparts. Hmm… rest of it is quite similar.

Now, the institutes teach a number of terminologies and techniques to help their alumni-to-bes to be able to convince and sell their ideas. Also, they teach skills to identify, control and make people work – delegation and ultimately create a situation in which the onus lies on them. So, even though the responsibility lies with the bekaar, he would have successfully transferred its entire tension to his workforce (for which he is even more admired of being a cool cat in tough times). Its tough – believe me! They are taught to see the not-so-obvious by exploring the possibilities, given a situation (Case study). End result: A bekaar guy wants to go out for lunch, he will think of the host of possible restaurants, cuisines, parking space, distance, ambience,….. and will be so confused, will ultimately drive into the nearest dhabha or delegate the responsibility of choice to his friend(s). This is what every PPT does – exploding the good points and shrinking the bad points of their products , leaving the customer so bedazzled that they also end up trusting the MBA Folks to make the right decision. Hmm….. IIIM (Inside Idle minds)? IIMs teach how to peep inside Idleminds of people. “I….uh… I aM” type of people are converted to “I.I AM”. Communication and confidence is the key.

I DO NOT for a sec even think of under rating the MBAs. This is merely a tribute to their under recognized skills. Its difficult to be able to replicate situations such that the chaos theory could be applied and taken advantage of………. To be continued.

Crush

2006-03-17T04:39:00.000-08:00

When the clock seems to sleep

One can together laugh & weep

Feet grow up wings

Every time the telephone rings

I pick before it chimes

Peep expectantly out, many times

Shout out given a chance

Instead of walk, I dance.

Everything seems to be so rosy

I hug my teddy up close & cozy.

When the smile seems unstoppable.

I feel very, very capable.

Shivering with fear sometimes,

As if hiding some mini crimes

Praying with increased fervour

Getting out of bed, so eager.

Laughing red, alone on the road

Lost in remembrance mode!

I wish I could say it out loud

To one and all- the crowd.

This is love. This is love. I am in love.

PS: Don’t jump to conclusions – just a poem!!! J

Reasons to smile

2006-03-17T04:33:00.000-08:00

Reasons to smile can be rustic

Familiar strains of music

Synchronizing with the heart

Bringing up old memories from the past

A close friend’s face at the door

High results in the examination score

A yummy icecream treat

Home decorated, clean & neat

A movie – good & sweet

Dancing in dark to the beat

A dip in a pool to remove the heat

Doing some adventurous feat

A cosy lovers’ retreat

A close buddies’ meet

A quiet, sincere, open prayer

Being close to someone you care.

PS: Keep smiling and adding reasons….. J

Young March day

2006-03-17T04:07:00.000-08:00

How warm the sun rays embrace the limbs

Seems like a hot & cools massage

How I hug, but air is all I part

The breeze then gets its turn to tease

Pulling me with their soft sweet twists

Playing & prancing like young belles.

The trees beckon with open arms

Rustling its bright green gown with happiness

The intoxicating flowers smell so tipsy

The air is incandescent with romance

Electricity charges the nerves

The eyes brighten up in the glory of the day

I dance with my shadow in a game

Of hide & seek as the sun judges.

Closing my eyes, I dive deep into calm blue

Coolness supreme, liquid nectar to the soul

The romance of a beautiful young March day

Gives joys & smiles to last quite some while.

Something missing

2006-03-17T03:46:00.000-08:00

A warm welcome Sun

Fresh green fields to run

Wild small flowers a’bloom

But still a prevailing gloom.

Like an empty room

In the palace of my heart

Understanding oneself is an art.

A long smooth winding road

Luxury more than I can afford

Driving into the heavenly abode

of mushrooming mountains of clouds

like bright blue skies wearing shrouds

Creatures making melodious sounds

lost in the joys of the journey

all complete, et some mystery funny.

Sitting & watching kids playing

Racing, prancing, hiding & dancing.

Giving shape as they go imagining

Robust, vibrant life shouts through

The trusting, oving light shines so true

In their eyes, always expecting something new.

But looking deep in those dark pools of love,

Pricks a void inside or in my head above.

Whats that something?

Hard to define.

Search’s encumbering

Can’t refine.

Words don’t help

Nor does touch.

Its when all are silent

Giving space to heart.

It renders out its tale

Stories of varnish & nail

Like upon a rocked wood

Heaven & hell-opened, stood!

A spectacle worth watched

Like setting of curd

Broken by the holy worm

Its only for a short term.

When at last the milk is sour

The cycle starts again once more.

Of eagle’s dares

Heartbreak bares

Unwanted sympathy

Shared empathy

Foxy snares

Race with hares

Love so rare,

Time to share

But still lotuses bloom

Be despair or gloom.

Proposed doom,

But god has room

For more than that

Wears many a hat

He smelt the rat

Let out the cat.

Thus life takes its spin

Mocking with assured grin

It’s the last of the thirst

All the dams do burst

Water gushing shore to shore

What can any wood want more.

The flying kiss

2006-03-17T03:25:00.000-08:00

A look- so coy!

A bundle of joy.

Soft cheeks, face round

Rosy lips, Innocence unbound.

A glance, A look!

Unsteadily, a step he took.

A bashful smile spread

His toothless face turned pink & red.

He gazed up at me, hands stretched out

Wanting to say something, he made a pout.

By his hand, as he was led away

Turning the corner beyond which his home lay

A sweet look, a soft movement, blew a simple spontaneous kiss

Pure innocence, love so true, this is a moment I truly miss.

PS: This was written when I visited a park and met this bright young baby.

The tempting flowers

2006-03-02T00:53:00.000-08:00

Flowers of hues and dyes

Out his high prices he cries

Fresh flowers they all smile at you

Bathed and draped in innocent dew

They twist their slender waists in dance

The breezy movements set a trance

They look and turn

Leaing the heart to burn

The air is intoxicated

And I too, as fated

By their natural fragrance

The shopkeeper looses his patience

I pull myself- Its all lies

Tearing my heart as I turn to rise

One twist to grasp a look

Are they sad or are only I so shook?

Long after I have passed the stores

The memory of the sight implores

Dancing babes and painted guys

I somehow let out a sigh.

Why do you tempt me so

Each time I come or go

I cannot help but look your way

'I love you' - is all I say.

The dogs will bark

2006-03-02T00:19:00.000-08:00

A lion was friends with a pair of twins
They all lived together like Kiths 'n kins
Lion being a gregarious lot
Found a goat at a spot
Instinct liking, chance flowering
He went to her compliment showering.
Shy billy! Scared by his fangs
And by not trusting his pangs
Hoofed him off with some lies
But they made some friendly ties
Lion is the king - ever supreme
Knows to rise like in milk does cream
On and on - slowly he edged in
Accordingly the goat too gave in
Time flew
Moss grew
Goat had finally met the twins
The lion considered it one of his wins
But the lion was a gregarious lot
Never could stay in one spot
The billy and twins stayed on
While the lion moved on
When he finally returned
The tables had turned
King of the jungle -He was no commoner
He felt as if he had become a foreigner
He had to be in singular attraction
Attention couldn't be a fraction
Loud he roared and growled
All he got in return was scowl'd
Lost position and being hurt
At the welcome response - so curt
Eager for the original situation
The lion without any hesitation
Bit the poor billy
And called her 'silly'
The twins didn't like it
They called him 'Shit'
Lion scratched the billy's coat
The twins got together with the goat
The lion moved out
Shouting like a lout
The coat and bite healed
The friendship was sealed
Lion learnt his place
Life is not a race.
Dogs do the barking
No matter who comes a'harking
Lions maintain their pride
Anyways, after time and tide
They still live together
And will - forever.

The power of silence

2006-03-02T00:16:00.000-08:00

When the sickness is eating
Embracing breeze's restful arms
Silence is bliss

In angry rumbling sulphur
Glaring staring eyes
Silence is volcanic

Inside a thinker's as one delves
Calculations. contemplations
Silence talks & writes

A mother's when kid is naughty
or her look when he's hurt
Silence weeps rivers of emotions

In contemplating scheming contriver
Jogging through the crossroads
Silence bears heavy with cunnning & conning

Through the creepy halls of examinations
In fearful doubt or hurried surety
Silence lives in tensed clock ticks

Between two united souls
In hurting spat or endless togetherness
Silence dissolves to void

What words can replace the unspoken!

Lion's pride(family)

2006-02-28T01:34:00.001-08:00

They circle their prey with deliberate intention
They paw, they forsee, they flatter
Then they withdraw, running into hiding

Symbol of strength
Symbol of regality
They never reveal their mind
None can tame their freedom - their will.
They may appea fickle minded
But all in all they are calculating
Its all a pat of a game called life
In which they cannot loose

The lion cares only for its pride
All outsider's dont matter
If someone betrays, it takes revenge
He likes simple things but
The most important thing
Is the position and image
Which it can defend to death.

Reading through the tears

2006-02-28T01:34:00.000-08:00

When the clouds gather
All ideas scatter
And the storms sound
Salty rains abound

Striving Striving
Hazing Glazing
Through it all
The world looks drowned

Words lost
Meanings halt
Undecipherable daze
Lost in a maze

A race of colours
No trace Only mirrors
Which is the right one?
Which ones to shun?

Sweet slumber descends
Nature caringly tends
A new day begins
Fresh after the rains

Love

2006-02-27T22:20:00.000-08:00

Love is power. Love is joy.
Love is having the need to shout out Eeyahoo!
Love is the food that everyone relishes
Love is the passion that guides us where maps fail
Love is the faith that keeps us awake on & on
Love is the joy that keeps us smiling morning to midnight
Love is power that can heal the world
Love can bring everything to a stop or get it moving on
Love is beautiful & pure & honest
Love is sweetness
Love is goodness & caring
Love is poetry
Love is being human
Love is peace, silence, happiness
Love is in me
And I am in love - forever!
Lovingly... Ank

Stillness

2006-02-02T23:00:00.000-08:00

Stange is stillness
Voices Abund
Empty wishes
Make the world go round.

In the stillness of the day
Something breaks the hum-drum silence
As you slowly become aware
Of voices carried by the wind
Of some random kid afar
Chirping birds can be heard so clear
As you try so hard to hear
The world of stillness goes so far.

In the stillness of the night
The gurgling water pipes
The cat meowing somewhere distant
The muffled clutter of vessels
When a wife is late from work
of rustling leaves tossed in wind
of the nison of clock & clock
and finally of your own heartbeat.
Its yet again a stillness lost.

Sometimes man dives deep inside
Into the blissful cool blue sea
of his own soulful heart.
Hark! Is there stillness? Is there peace?
Wave by wave - past events explode!
Dancing wild they all go.
Changing colours, streaking lights
As the imagination takes flight
All of them then fall to silence
The day, the night and all combine
As the past, present & future loose tense
In the silence of the peaceful smile
And then stillness is all that prevails.

Dance

2006-02-02T22:31:00.000-08:00

Dance – the music of life
Forgetting all strife
When a body sways
Its lost all laze

Softly & slowly the movements
There’s little scope of improvements
When eye to eye
Toe to toe
Two dancers swing
To and fro.

Music fills the limbs
Soul is full of energy
Feeling & senses drown
All lost in end & beginning.

Only the beat
The musical heat
The tired feet forget to complain
The singer’s music looses its name

What the steps
What the keys
All the rules
They all freeze

As the body & soul starts to speak
I forget to stop to breathe.
Its just the music & the dance
Its wonderful to be lost in its trance.

Because loosing you tend to find
How much love there is in your mind
Love of life, lust to grow
Makes one free of all sorrow.

And in the rhythm lost in time
Hurried steps or late chimes
One is born to a world renew’d
Dancing to the same old tunes.

Heart Break

2006-02-02T22:28:00.000-08:00

Lumpy throat

Aching heart

Puffy eyes

Sobbing sighs

Lost hopes

Crushed desires

Hurting words

Empty future

Confusing present

Painful past

Is that what a hearbreak is?

But there is much more

Than meets the eye

Its not a tale all sore

Not an ultimate goodbye.

A freeing of the soul

Moulding of a new role

Like a phoenix reborn

Things aren’t so forlorn

As the sunrise breaks the skies

Nobody realizes how time flies

ICECREAM

2006-02-02T22:20:00.000-08:00

Lovely colours – in a line
Tempting smells – Oh so divine!
Exciting names to match & rhyme
I couldn’t tire of them for all time.

As I lick the melting lump
Swirling taste tingles my tongue
Slowly it cools the hunger
Exciting the senses as it goes.

Every flavour is so different
All colour and hue –in a torrent!
Who made you my dear ice cream?
No matter when – you are my dream. :)

First love - my brother!

2006-01-19T21:03:00.000-08:00

Doubt, excitement, thrill. Hope and fear
The moment awaited was very near
Some hustle –bustle and then a noise
Heart thumping, called by a voice

Eyes wide and bright
Behold – the sight
I felt so light
My feet took flight

Shouting
Screaming
Dancing
It was love at first sight

My precious, My beloved
I wanted him to be happy and loved
Earnest childish prayers to the almighty
I held on to him most tightly

Never harm come your way
Good be what anyone for you say
Courage never leave your side
Let u rule your time and tide

God help him find peace
Life be a gentle breeze
For the greatest prize on Earth
Has been my baby brother’s birth.

People

2006-01-19T21:02:00.000-08:00

Colours of the world
Like a baby all curled
Mild and Innocent
Smiling! Expectant….

Loving Red
Romantic Blue
Fresh Green
Bright Yellow

Then shock of shocks
Hurtful rocks
Scorching… Raging….
Blistering… Blazing…

Flaming Red
Raging Blue
Flashing green
Burning yellow

Mildew’d hopes
Dashed desires
Crushed senses
Lost- one tires!!!

Lonely blue
Longing red
Feeling green
Dulling yellow

Truth so bright
Peaceful n light
Renewed belief
Eternal Relief

Loving Red
Romantic Blue
Fresh Green
Bright Yellow

Undying love n peace
The lesson is well worth its fees
Silence so true
Takes me back to you.

Sun

2006-01-19T20:58:00.000-08:00

Sweet shining sun
How I wait for you everyday
Parting the clouds
Torching the oceany skies
With a pallete so rich
Lovely hues capture the heart
Breeze so pure
Fulfilling the senses
Quenching the heart
You smile J
So earnest
So true
How I wait for you everyday!

You shine for all unbiased
Display your strength
I admire you
For Your perseverance
For Your trust in goodness
To bring the light
Of heaven and earth
For the simplicity
For your kindness
For your selflessness

I adore you
For the last rays fall
Bringing the word of nature
That all must rest
For the burst of colours
That enthrall the mind
That benumb the senses
That soothe the eyes
That dazzle n rekindle courage
But most of all
For your promise of a new day yet to come….

I love you dear Sun
Always shine
Always smile
Teaching us all
In your own silent way
Persuasive but pleasant
Be there for me ALWAYS!

Disclaimer: This is Sun - the solar power - not Ravi. :)

A friend "in-deed"

2006-01-06T00:46:00.000-08:00

This is in reference to a very nice character sketch done to perfection in my honour by a friend....
He is a shy, witty and whimscical character - quiet and naughty, jokes but if u take it seriously - withdraws immediately - potrait of a true gentleman.

The one word to describe him is "handsome" - some words can take on multiple meanings as you keep exploring, but with him it means in oneness - him!

He is a labour of love to his current bangalore 'family' . Though I am not too sure whether the emphasis was on the labour or on the love in that phrase. :)

This young eligible self-proclaimed bachelor is incessantly plagued by girls - hordes of them- but he is the kindest man on earth - despite his oneness, he maintains his calm compusure and merely shrugs his shoulders when asked about it saying - what can he do!!! He is always avlailable.

He can't help being hand-some... when I start pondering on that - its striking that the word is hand-some not handful - so he is not so handful(meaning a person who can keep u busy) - rather only somewhat ....
How could the word have originated? Hand me some tea. Hand some tools here. Hand some things here... guy who does that is 'hand some...'

Ha ha.. well, jokes apart, I dug out the origin from the net:
"
The current form of the word gives away its origins, however: in the 15th century, if one was handsome, he was "easy to handle." Yes, I'll give you a hand if you figured that handsome is a direct descendant of hand. However, I cannot hand you the etymology of hand itself. This word has no relatives in any languages other than Germanic ones. German, Dutch and Swedish all possess the word hand. It is thought that hand might be related to Gothic frahinthan "seize", Swedish hinna "reach" and English hunt, its original meaning perhaps having been "body part used for seizing." A similar formation may be reflected in metacarpal (bone of the hand) and carpe (as in carpe diem) "seize".
"
He is bent upon convincing me that I am not 'seedhi ladki' ...... I hope that most of u don't understand what he means by that. :)

He opens up quite a bit with people and in turn people also end up telling him quite a lot - as he is very easy to talk to - in that sense - he is quite"handsome". He calls himself a "Million dollar guy" - hmm... so maybe he wants a millionaire gf... maybe he wants a million dollar smile gf...

Will write more after break - when I have time....

Unable to sleep

2006-01-06T00:34:00.000-08:00

Late at night, tucked in bed
done my work & properly fed
slowly as the darkness crept
soft & sweeet the breeze could melt
The silence of the night starts to speak
of laughter & mirth inconsequently spent
of joyous salsa steps energetically taken
of a person who was mistaken
of a tear that never got a chance to appear
of muffled heart-breaks & simple fear
of the hopes, feelings & wishes
of lifes' bitter-sweet kisses
Soon they all fall in place
swiftly mix into a hazy daze
as the stillness of the night overpowers
and new hope & light of dawn hovers.