Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
and a frog came out to play
out he hopped in his joy
and the snake that lived below? Well, he was annoyed
Thump! Thump! Thump!
It seemed as though the roof would just slump!
The snake peered out of his hole,
as stealthy as a russian mole.
And all that he could see
was that frog jumping clumsily.
In a fit of anger he rose,
and caught the poor frog by his toes!
The little creature's eyes bulged in alarm,
he tried to escape before he could be harmed.
He kicked and stretched and turned,
But the snake could not be spurned
And then he had an idea worthy of houdini,
he relaxed, quite simply.
The snake's mouth went slack
and with an almighty lurch the frog jumped back
Away he hopped, leaving the snake.
Off he went, to find the drake
and tell him of his thrilling escape
as the snake watched his retreating shape.
He may go hungry today,
But he can at least sleep in the right way.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Being a budding conspiracy-buff myself, I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by even though I thought Obama becoming President was a good thing... it turned out real well ha? But I digress, so here's a compiled version of what I know, conjectured, theorized and concluded after brainstorming with a friend a slightly romanticised (and completely logical) account of the event- (*this is just what I think, it maybe true, but it probably isn't*) on the night of 30th April, Libyan Oppressor, Muammar Gaddafi’s son and grandchildren are killed in an air strike. But on the same day, far away, in some secret spy-division of the US government, a courier to a house once described as ’suspicious’(or something to that effect) by the ISI was tracked. The reason for tracking? The package was probably just a hair-dryer ordered off eBay, but does the CIA need an excuse to investigate the house? It was probably some ex-spy who suffered an accident and then got stuck at a desk job who was given this odious task. He probably worked all day, just like all those ex-spies and ex-cons we've read about or seen on TV, piecing together bits of information, and suddenly sees a large terrorist bunker. So the CIA decide to look further and realise they may well be looking at Osama’s hideout. Could it be? The great hero of all those extremists, hiding out in a simple house, and they are reminded that he is after all human, and obviously needs a place to keep all his wives and kids right? So they go in, guns all ablaze, and realize that they are just staring at a normal family, a little too large and a little too quiet perhaps, but a normal family nonetheless. However, it’s too late to turn back isn't it? The Pakistanis are a bit annoyed because they weren't told earlier; the troops are dejected because they killed for no good reason, and President Obama’s hands are, as they say, tied. I bet the people of USA, would be just psyched to learn that Operation Geronimo was no use. So the two intelligence agencies decide to cover the whole thing up. How creative! And thus was born the pseudo event that is Osama’s death.
If you don’t believe me then, consider this- The Pakistanis and the Americans were saying two differnt things right after the announcement, then, overnight their statements magically became the same did they? If they had really killed Osama, I don't think they were very proud of it, they never actually showed his body to the world! Was it really THAT gruesome that not even an autopsy report could be published? Is it really THAT inconceivable that Osama never really did anything, I mean it’s hardly likely that the widespread terrorist movement was headed by just ONE man? If you still don’t believe me, then ask yourself- Why have NONE of the terrorist groups that he supposedly inspired, retaliated? Is their hero, the champion of their cause, to die unsung? You may say that this is wishful thinking, but let’s just agree to disagree, for this is my belief.
Monday, April 04, 2011
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Anyway the flipside of this schedule is that I only manage to read a couple of pages every day, giving me a lot of time to listen to all my favourite artists on a loop-obviously GOOD music takes a backseat when studying. Another thing that I have been doing is watching cricket matches, which I haven’t really done since I turned 10. I used to be a huge fan of cricket, how could I not after being raised by a loving grandfather who believed cricket to be the only useful thing on TV; but I guess somewhere along the long winding road to teenage, I left that piece of baggage behind. Watching these matches has helped me rediscover my love for the sport and those men in blue. The freshly leveled green pitch, the anticipation right before the toss, frustration at the inclusion of power play (seriously, how much easier can they make it?), the crack of the bat as it hits the ball, that whooping feeling at the pit of your stomach when you realize that Dhoni hit it out of the park…to infinity and beyond, all these feelings that make a cricket fan what they are, I wonder how I could have forgotten it all!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
A lot of things have changed in the past month, we finished one battery of exams, then the second one began and the last official day of school went by. It’s not like I really love school, but this whole year has just been too amazing for me not to feel anything. I’ve made a lot of new friends, become close to someone I thought I hated (in truth I was just being stupid), and reconciled with a forgotten mate. This year for me, besides being about studying and securing a future, has been filled with a long parade of perfect people, who made me feel welcome amongst them, like I was even wanted. I remember my last day like it was yesterday, filled with fun, much more than usual, owing to the fact that we were all so determined to have a memorable time. I remember that at the end of the day, I was feeling quite proud of myself, because I hadn’t shed a single tear, while my classmates wept freely around me, but as luck would have, when I left my classroom and entered the hallway, I started to tear up! (O_o) I suppose it was just the finality of it all, hitting me when I saw everyone hugging. I realized that I would never see so many of my friends ever again, suddenly I felt like a kid on a tree, all the way up, but afraid to climb down, a feeling I'm almost a stranger to. Just thinking of that day, a myriad of emotions come rushing to me, compelling me to pour my heart out, and here is the result of that-
Days gone by
Memories come to me,
Thoughts racing around my mind,
Each more vivid than the last,
Each, an important marker of the past.
So many sunny days,
Spent without care,
Sly little pranks, played on friends,
Finally being allowed to write with pens,
But the memories that are most clear,
Are the ones of the people I hold dear,
So many amazing people passing easily,
Through this inconsequential story.
But the question remains-
Did I treat them right?
Or was I far too casual,
About relationships so valuable?
And the answers I can’t find,
Perhaps I am afraid of the truth,
Afraid of feeling regret,
Friend, don’t go, not yet!
I find myself hoping,
Hoping it’s not too late,
To make amends,
Can we still be friends?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
As the end begins,
and we leave the thicks to enter the thins,
every laugh is treasured,
every moment with a friend is cherished,
every smile is truly worth a million,
every unexpected moment is a bargain,
as the world come crashing down,
let's face it all without a frown.
This will be my last blog post till April, I really need to focus on studying. All the best everyone!