Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I get by with a little help from my friends.....NOT!!

What a beginning to the week! 3 consecutive birthdays with 1 still to come. Very hard on the wallet. Especially when you are an average boy who's only source of income is his pocket money, that too very nominal. I guess I should have thought of it earlier while I was making so many friends. Wish there was something like say a "Friends Condom", which prevents you from having unwanted friends. Or if only the government was more concerned about the growing population 20 years back, it would have taken a lot of pressure of my back and in my wallet. That was a bit harsh but its the truth. I do love all of my friends but definitely not equally, and am quite candid about it. Now that 7 10th of my pocket money is gone there nothing left for me to do but to vent my frustration or may be mourn about it on the internet. Must learn to say "No" to people or else I'll soon lose my shot at becoming the next Mallya or nearest to the next Mallya. As I prepare to leave the city in 10 days, I still have a lot of stuff on my imaginary shopping cart which are going to stay imaginary I'm afraid. May be what I need right is to make some new friends who would be kind enough to help me materialize my imaginary shopping cart. The chances of that happening is the same as the next rapture coming on 21/10/11. The main question is am I willing to risk entering a vicious cycle for the sake of a wishlist (I might)??? To find out the answer get in touch within the next 10 days. Insanity has befallen the Saint!

Thursday, May 12, 2011


I am a huge fan of John Lennon and in debt to him in many ways. This is just to share a song of his I fell in love with and believe everyone can relate to.

Love - John Lennon

Love is real, real is love,
Love is feeling, feeling love,
Love is wanting, to be loved.
Love is touch, touch is love,
Love is reaching, reaching love,
Love is asking, to be loved.
Love is you, you and me,
Love is knowing, we can be.
Love is free, free is love,
Love is living, living love,
Love is needing, to be loved.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Selfish Poem

i used to be a selfish boy,
and now i am a selfish man.
i never used to share with anyone,
my favorite pepsi can.

i was so very selfish,
i used to play all alone.
if anyone dared to touch my stuff,
i would break their bone.

i never liked the idea of sharing food,
to prevent that i would hide.
sharing food is a crime to me because,
it's like committing suicide.

being selfish is an art,
and one needs to be self-centered in every endeavor.
i was never good at benevolence or charity,
thus a selfish person i will remain, forever.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Ode To Anupaul

few years ago i met anupaul
he was fair and geeky and tall
his appearance played a trick on me
for a geek he could never be
for him being smart and witty is not crime
he's always there, that too on time
he's always fit and high on testosterone
just like me he too fancies charlize theron
he's into heavy metal, nor hardcore rap
i believe he's not that bad a chap
just like me he too is a movie buff
he spends a lot on new gadgets and stuff
a future magician he is, his illusions are kinda funny
not a trick coz, "a trick is what a whore does for money"
for some strange reason i used to call him "ghono ball"
i guess i could have done without sharing it with y'all

A Working Woman's Eventful Week

sunday, she does what she wants to
without having to give any cause
monday, she’s in a hurry
not willing to face her boss

tuesday, is the busiest
she has to cope with her work
wednesday, she has a date
but the guy turns out to be a jerk

thursday, it’s time for friends
they’ll all go for go-carting
friday, it’s finally here
she’ll be up all night just partying

saturday, she has yoga classes
where peace of mind she’ll seek
now that’s what I call folks
a working woman’s eventful week

Wednesday, July 30, 2008


the word apology
when it comes from in here
nothing is more salty
not even a hippo's tear

then the word sorry
people "soar" and end it with "y"
its a very painful poem
i know it makes you wanna cry

for disgusting you with my poem
i would like to apologise and say sorry my friend
and if that is not convincing enough
i suggest you go through my poem again