30 Days Of Summer

The burn this summer

Of tender love

Like skillet on stove

Left on my finger

The fading ink

We nomore 'Blink'

And some memoirs

Captured and clicked

In things we flicked

'You. Are. Awesome.'

Said, drunken recorded calls

The reply, always, "Balls!"

Early escapes from work

Thurs and Fri

Fleeting kiss, hug you bye

0/10: my answers failed

But found victory step

In every 'yep - yep'

Damn! ..its over too soon

Left a lot to express

The Jungle Book, the Panda, the Lioness.

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Similar to this: To Draw A Song

Disclaimer:

Do not read between the lines.

Rights to exaggeration and bragging reserved.

Its not how it happened; its how you remember it.

No characterisation intended

Data and information may have been skewed to suit the storyline

Everything is relative to your perspective

#Chatak

Of Masks and Men

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picture #1: Om Beach

picture #2,4,5: Kudle Beach

picture #3: Arabian Sea

picture #6: Enroute Yana, Sirsa

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Gokarna is a small village-town located in uttar (north) Karnataka - about 600 kms from Bangalore. With the foothills of the western ghats jutting into the Arabian sea in form of multiple cliffs, few pristine beach stretches could be found here.
Beautiful, yet it makes you work to get there, with all beaches being a trek away, rather than being easily reachable or directly motorable. The Om beach (shaped like the numeral 3) and the Kudle beach are the prime locations. But for the trek worthy and the persistent, you also have the following treats:
1. Paradise beach
2. Small Hell beach
3. Half Moon Beach
4. Heaven beach
5. Mystery cave beach
(I have not made up these names.)

Ideal for a weekend stay, you could extend it to visit certain nearby attractions - each taking about one day of time (and 4200 kilojoules of energy).
1. Murudeshwar - Maravanthe - 125 Kms
    Maravanthe brings before you a sight of a river and the sea on either side of the highway (NH 17), barely separated by few metres of a thin strip of land.
2. Jog Falls - 110 Kms
    Remember that waterfall you read about in GK books?
3. Yana - 60 Kms
    Strange, black (too too damn black) rock formations which just do not mingle with the surrounding geology.

Yana

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Poem is an original composition - you can use it, but not without my name on it!

Do not read between the lines.

Lines have been forcibly rhymed - thats how i like it, like it.

Rights to exaggeration and bragging reserved.

Its not how it happened; its how you remember it.

No characterisation intended

Data and information may have been skewed to suit the storyline

Everything is relative to your perspective

The Love Of Many Things

The story goes with a disclaimer. If you ignored it, or left it mid-way, gravest of misfortunes may befall you. So I read through the whole of it. The complete Satyanarayan katha. And had a great time there onwards. Doing all things I love.
Thank you Lord Satyanarayan! - for a weekend getaway - with a semi adventurous journey - to a city with my dearest of  'wyaaun' people - where the biryani is billed to be the finest - and a landmark interesting enough for me to drag people about (and live upto my name).
And then be back quietly, play a tune or two, smile sheepishly, eat discreetly, sleep while they all talk around, wait for the intoxications to set in - and then let yourself chatter on until either they or I phase out.

All of that does it for me. Blissfully so.

No girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Or snowflakes that stay on my nose and my lashes
Or silver white winters that melt into springs
Though these too are some of my favorite things
I mostly am content with whatever's been happening. 

A lot is left to desire, but then a lot is always left to desire.
But if I find myself oiling your hair, something must have made me very happy. :D   ..so much so that I got that old homesick feeling again while leaving - like the one I used to get while leaving for college from home. But then again there's already something to look forward to.
Thankyou lord Satyanarayan!

Maybe I should have taken the lord's name before our journey began and saved ourselves from being stranded by the 'Kallad' Travels bus under the supermoon that Saturday dawn. With over half the distance yet uncovered, the thought of returning did strike us.
In their eyes I saw the same sleep that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it was not that day! An army of Kallad buses and double charging taxis may come crashing down. But not that day. That day we sat for hours on legs that longed for stretching. That day we travelled. 
And we saw the sunrise. (which we had missed in Goa, Pondicherry, Skandagiri and every other place where we thought we finally would)

The rest was always going to be good.
Concluding with a friend's work which I will take totally out of context to suit our own. :P

Ah! what bliss will this day fetch

No smile on their face it can stretch.

The hours that dawn heralds our way

are captured by the dusk at-bay.

What difference did it make to the one-

who discerns only night through the sun,

Then shall their lips twitch for a smile

Make them want to live for a while.

Source: http://nehaahlawat.wordpress.com/ 

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Rights to exaggeration and bragging reserved.
Its not how it happened; its how you remember it.
No characterisation or hurting religious sentiments intended.
Data and information may have been skewed to suit the storyline.
Everything is relative to your perspective.

Jingle Bell

It may not be that big day

There may not be a big plan

Yet to give it what you can

You need not be Batman

The reluctance beats the best of us

Never easy getting off the hook

Yet once you log off, close facebook

You never regret this step you took

A place far off is always good

But not everytime within the reach

Somedays it will be Lol-Bagh

Instead of a sparkling beach

Tire me out - drag me off

Or I would rather sleep at home

Until one day I fear I become

Merely a number in your phone

You can let the day end

Or keep it still alive

Plunge into the usual virtual

Or into the real one dive

Greet the sweet intoxication

Meet the darkness around

And keep that mental snapshot

Of you ROFLing on the ground

Knocking yourself out

Pushing the four walls about

Madness is but perception

What's peace within lest craziness without

Let the day going by

Give you a story to tell

True as far as honesty persists

Rest replaced by 'jingle bell'

The picture will change - people will leave

Although captured in the clicks

So weave a few stories - drunken memories 

And stud them with GPLs and kicks

So count up the fellows

Lest another day turns to crap

Pop the bubble, meet the mishap

Let what lies ahead, un-bubble-wrap

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Rights to exaggeration and bragging reserved.
Its not how it happened; its how you remember it.
No characterisation intended.
Data and information may have been skewed to suit the storyline.
Everything is relative to your perspective.

These Things I'll Never Say...

These Things I'll Never Say

Sometimes the music seems so loud

And I wish I could lose this crowd

Maybe its better this way

Cause I might hurt others...

..With what I have to say.

So, these things I will never say.

Every dark cloud has a silver lining

Still at times I just cant see the light

Cause a silver lining isn't enough

To make my wrongs seem right.

At times life isn't fair

The reason seems so plain to see

I m just a dot in this world 

So God forgot about me.

So what do I have?

What I have is negativity

Sometimes I can't justify

The way people look at me.

And I have nothing more than I get

But its still fine

Cause nothing I have..

...Is truly mine

And still I try my best

But I don't succeed

I get what I want 

But not what I need.

I have got more to say

But I cant tell anymore

Its not how I planned it

I've got the key to the door

But the door just wont open.

Let the rest remain unspoken.

Now that you've read it 

Don't be misled

I've always wanted people to understand

What I never said.

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36 lines. 

Submitted for the school magazine, The Oakgrovian (2006), as a piece of original creative writing.

Each line was copied.

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I used to write a lot.
A Lot = approximately 13 poems and 4-5 articles per fortnight = approximately 0.23 diary units.
Diary unit ?
It is the time taken to fill up a standard sized diary (page area < A4), under standard conditions of temperature, pressure and mental state of mind. So a diary unit is essentially a measurement of time. Its different for each individual. Roughly speaking, a diary unit tells us how quickly you can fill up a diary with bullshit you consider worthy of being inked down.

*Its not an SI unit.

**I made it up.

So, since I used to write a lot, I used to contribute to the school magazine and newsletters a lot. 

Not that I was a serial plagiarist, but this one was unique in its approach. More so beacuse I didn't even realize that I had done it. Else I would never have had the courage to submit it.

It was published. The editors failed to notice the bits and pieces sewn together. Or they never actually editted it.

You may already be seeing through this poem. If not, let me take you through it. Hope you are just as amazed as I was when I stumbled across it today while flipping through an old school magazine.

These Things I'll Never Say     (Avril Lavigne, album: Let go, song: these things i'll never say)


sometimes the music seems so loud              (George Michaels, careless wishpers)
and i wish i could lose this crowd
maybe its better this way
cause i might hurt others...
with what i have to say                           
so, these things i will never say.

every dark cloud has a silver lining                (Creed, Don't stop dancing)
still at times i just cant see the light
cause a silver lining isn't enough
to make my wrongs sees right

at times life isnt fair               (Creed, dont stop dancing. again. it was so good a song i used two paras)
the reason seems so plain to see
i m just a dot in this world
so God forgot about me

so what do i have?                   (Linking park, somewhere i belong)
what i have is negativity
sometimes i cant justify
the way people look at me

and i have nothing more than i get             (Dido, Life for rent)
but its still fine
cause nothing i have
is truly mine

and i still try my best             (Coldplay, fix you)
but i dont succeed
i get what i want
but not what i need

i have got more to say               (Santana, Just feel better)
but i cant tell anymore
its not how i planned it
i've got the key to the door
but the door just wont open
let the rest remain unspoken

now that you've read it              (these 4 lines are original :P   Honest.  ...and they are good..aren't they?  :D )
dont be misled
i've always wanted people to understand
what i never said.
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un-bubble-wrapped.
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There are a few more such instances. But not to this degree. At most, a para here, a couplet there. 

I guess everyone does that. 

I know everyone does that. 

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Class 10th. Back in that time perhaps I thought that I was the only one listening to these songs. And all my writings were greatly influenced by the songs I had been listening, articles I had been reading and movies I had been watching. How else do you imagine I had been achieving a diary unit of 2.5 months !

But hey..
now that you've read it                       (this time i mean the poem above)
dont be misled
i've always wanted people to understand 
what i never said.

I mean, I did write a few good ones. Good and original to the core. Good....because I never intended them to be published....Original...because I wrote them with a purpose and usually with a person in  mind. But more on this some other time....

....cause 'these things I (still) will never say'.

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Unsolicited usage will entail a legal course of action.

Be original. 

(atleast try)

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