Riding on my nifty nerves you come
Unannounced, wrecking my reckless abandon
And off starts a roller coaster drive
Trembling, twisting and turning till you thrive
Is it all in vain, O pugnacious pain
Or tell me is it for some tacit gain
Struggling and striving to tame you I tire
Unabashedly, you retort like a wild fire
Testing my patience to the very hilt
Towards the supreme power you make me tilt
Is it all in vain, O pugnacious pain
Or tell me is it for some tacit gain
Knowing they say, nothing comes from nothing
Divine lessons and god-sent messages you bring
That otherwise elude us in the daily grind
Playing the bandmaster, therefore you bind
Am beginning to know its not in vain, O pain
Indeed it is for some precious gain
Respecting, reliving, celebrating my being
Clearing the dark clouds and clutter in the offing
Destines it was to pass through the narrow funnel
But there is always light at the end of the tunnel
My friend, no longer I fret and refrain
It is obvious isn’t it – No Pain no Gain
Monday, March 10, 2008
Daddy Cool!
Deft and Dandy
Despite the years and brandy
Deep and dense
You make a lot of sense
Can’t take you for a ride, aren’t easy to fool
You are our pride, yes, you are Daddy cool…..
Always at work never free
You hum like a busy bee
Rainy day or dark night
Your priorities are always right
Hiding a child within, you let the grown-up rule
To us your kith and kin, you are our Daddy cool….
Practical is your middle name
Frugal is your preferred game
Say you don’t need a thing
But secretly enjoy all the pampering
Colours are your toys, paint brushes are your tool
You bring such joys, yes, you are Daddy cool…..
Funnily enough but true
Your son is shaping up like you
Learning the fine balances of life
And the tricks to placate the wife
Its nice to be in your wing, your shade is ultra cool
You are a real blessing, yes, you are Daddy cool
Despite the years and brandy
Deep and dense
You make a lot of sense
Can’t take you for a ride, aren’t easy to fool
You are our pride, yes, you are Daddy cool…..
Always at work never free
You hum like a busy bee
Rainy day or dark night
Your priorities are always right
Hiding a child within, you let the grown-up rule
To us your kith and kin, you are our Daddy cool….
Practical is your middle name
Frugal is your preferred game
Say you don’t need a thing
But secretly enjoy all the pampering
Colours are your toys, paint brushes are your tool
You bring such joys, yes, you are Daddy cool…..
Funnily enough but true
Your son is shaping up like you
Learning the fine balances of life
And the tricks to placate the wife
Its nice to be in your wing, your shade is ultra cool
You are a real blessing, yes, you are Daddy cool
Heart of Gold
You score a half-century today
Its here – your golden birthday
As I fondly recall and unfold
I see your beautiful heart of gold
That rushes at the first call of distress
Ready to clear one-and-all’s mess
That gushes at all the goodness and love
Reflecting the true spirit of the One above
Ever willing, never say die it breathes
Ever learning, and open it rarely retreats
As years roll by, it glows ever more
Adding the right karmas in your store
Today, let it rejoice in gay splendor
Let it rewind, recharge and remember
Let our chords strike, let the beauty hold
Let me feel the beat of the heart of gold
Its here – your golden birthday
As I fondly recall and unfold
I see your beautiful heart of gold
That rushes at the first call of distress
Ready to clear one-and-all’s mess
That gushes at all the goodness and love
Reflecting the true spirit of the One above
Ever willing, never say die it breathes
Ever learning, and open it rarely retreats
As years roll by, it glows ever more
Adding the right karmas in your store
Today, let it rejoice in gay splendor
Let it rewind, recharge and remember
Let our chords strike, let the beauty hold
Let me feel the beat of the heart of gold
Monday, October 15, 2007
My evening engagements
My evening engagements!
We are all looking for love, aren’t we? Love is not just the typical warmth that exudes only from the so-called lover; it can be felt in a friendly heart-to-heart chat, a warm smile, a genuine appreciation, or simply a word of encouragement.
What inspires me to write this piece is something quite banal and routine -- my evening walk at a small oblong park close to our home. Though I keep a strict business like, no-nonsensical demeanor while assiduously trying to ward off my excess calories - habitually disposed that I am - I simply cannot ignore the behaviour and patterns of some of the park regulars.
To give you a picture, there are children, maids, retired men and thirty something housewives. Children have discovered a new rigor in cricket after India’s unexpected win at the 20-20s. The maids look busy on their cellphones and have their own social networking group. The 30-plus housewives try and make most of the time outside their homes before their husbands return. But it is the oldies, that too men, that have caught my unfailing attention.
One of them, in his late seventies, is quite fit by all standards. He is nattily dressed, looks extremely well educated and despite his years retains a lot of grace and charm. After his walk, he sits down to cool off and it is during this time that he is eagerly looking for somebody to talk to. With his charm, he invariably finds somebody. Usually, it is men of his age but on a good day he fixes one of the 30-plus ladies. And then, his day is made, out comes all the curious questions, insightful comments and charming mannerisms. He is like a man caught on a mission.
The other day I had an uncanny feeling that he was eyeing me for a harmless discussion. As I went past him, he looked at me from his shoulders perhaps contemplating the right moment to say a hello. But my unoblidging expression notwithstanding, he quickly pretended he was exercising his neck repeating the neck movement on the other side as proof. It was a hilarious moment but I somehow kept a straight face and walked off.
Another old gentleman (who I first noticed because his short is just too short despite the approaching winters) is not as discreet in choosing friends. He always acknowledges and smiles when he intersects. My response is a rather coy expression that says “yes I see you here but that still doesn’t warrant a hello”. But a die-hard enthusiast that he is, he never ceases to smile, just expecting a smile in return. I am frankly quite embarrassed but can’t help my plain expression.
Finally, yesterday when he crossed me, he mustered up the courage to say to my utter surprise - “Ek din aati ho…phir char din gayab ho jati ho….(meaning you come one day and then elope for four days),” with almost a sense of ownership. What a way he devised to break the ice! I did give him a smile this time, but didn’t stop to explain.
Both these gentlemen in the dawn of their life are not frustrated men desperate for female attention. They are simply trying to know yet another soul, exchange pleasantries, give a useful tip or suggestion and just create a good impression. They are simply trying to make their experience at the park richer and complete. Of course, having a young(er) female to talk to just adds an extra dose of zing.
Indeed, the ways may be different but we are all trying to look for love, at all the places and at all the time.
With both these gentlemen, I have so far acted like a tough cookie. I do plan to wish them “hello” and spend a little time knowing them – better!!
We are all looking for love, aren’t we? Love is not just the typical warmth that exudes only from the so-called lover; it can be felt in a friendly heart-to-heart chat, a warm smile, a genuine appreciation, or simply a word of encouragement.
What inspires me to write this piece is something quite banal and routine -- my evening walk at a small oblong park close to our home. Though I keep a strict business like, no-nonsensical demeanor while assiduously trying to ward off my excess calories - habitually disposed that I am - I simply cannot ignore the behaviour and patterns of some of the park regulars.
To give you a picture, there are children, maids, retired men and thirty something housewives. Children have discovered a new rigor in cricket after India’s unexpected win at the 20-20s. The maids look busy on their cellphones and have their own social networking group. The 30-plus housewives try and make most of the time outside their homes before their husbands return. But it is the oldies, that too men, that have caught my unfailing attention.
One of them, in his late seventies, is quite fit by all standards. He is nattily dressed, looks extremely well educated and despite his years retains a lot of grace and charm. After his walk, he sits down to cool off and it is during this time that he is eagerly looking for somebody to talk to. With his charm, he invariably finds somebody. Usually, it is men of his age but on a good day he fixes one of the 30-plus ladies. And then, his day is made, out comes all the curious questions, insightful comments and charming mannerisms. He is like a man caught on a mission.
The other day I had an uncanny feeling that he was eyeing me for a harmless discussion. As I went past him, he looked at me from his shoulders perhaps contemplating the right moment to say a hello. But my unoblidging expression notwithstanding, he quickly pretended he was exercising his neck repeating the neck movement on the other side as proof. It was a hilarious moment but I somehow kept a straight face and walked off.
Another old gentleman (who I first noticed because his short is just too short despite the approaching winters) is not as discreet in choosing friends. He always acknowledges and smiles when he intersects. My response is a rather coy expression that says “yes I see you here but that still doesn’t warrant a hello”. But a die-hard enthusiast that he is, he never ceases to smile, just expecting a smile in return. I am frankly quite embarrassed but can’t help my plain expression.
Finally, yesterday when he crossed me, he mustered up the courage to say to my utter surprise - “Ek din aati ho…phir char din gayab ho jati ho….(meaning you come one day and then elope for four days),” with almost a sense of ownership. What a way he devised to break the ice! I did give him a smile this time, but didn’t stop to explain.
Both these gentlemen in the dawn of their life are not frustrated men desperate for female attention. They are simply trying to know yet another soul, exchange pleasantries, give a useful tip or suggestion and just create a good impression. They are simply trying to make their experience at the park richer and complete. Of course, having a young(er) female to talk to just adds an extra dose of zing.
Indeed, the ways may be different but we are all trying to look for love, at all the places and at all the time.
With both these gentlemen, I have so far acted like a tough cookie. I do plan to wish them “hello” and spend a little time knowing them – better!!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Who am I?
A lonesome soul seeking liberty or trapped to carry on a legacy
A cause of the mystical pain or the inescapable effect of the same
A trying wife and daughter or proclaiming that relations don’t matter
Searching for a singer or poet within or just a half-baked talent bin
The one in the mirror I fondly see or shaken at what I ought not to be
Living it up to control the game or desperately dying to lose restrain
The layered actor par finesse or sitting on the edge a quite witness
Taking up challenges galore or cringing at the first alarm on the door
A hard to lose her sweet cool or a predictable emotional fool
Haplessly given to the sensory charm or diving within for peace and calm
Alas, the irrepressible self chooses worldly caution
Tension and affliction reducing us to a puzzling concoction
Yet we strive to seek for that illusive perfection
Despite the limitations till the final destination
After all, the thrill is in the journey not the end
It is the honest search not the finest solution my friend
So who cares who am I, what I signify
Excuse me please, it is a question I wisely nullify
A cause of the mystical pain or the inescapable effect of the same
A trying wife and daughter or proclaiming that relations don’t matter
Searching for a singer or poet within or just a half-baked talent bin
The one in the mirror I fondly see or shaken at what I ought not to be
Living it up to control the game or desperately dying to lose restrain
The layered actor par finesse or sitting on the edge a quite witness
Taking up challenges galore or cringing at the first alarm on the door
A hard to lose her sweet cool or a predictable emotional fool
Haplessly given to the sensory charm or diving within for peace and calm
Alas, the irrepressible self chooses worldly caution
Tension and affliction reducing us to a puzzling concoction
Yet we strive to seek for that illusive perfection
Despite the limitations till the final destination
After all, the thrill is in the journey not the end
It is the honest search not the finest solution my friend
So who cares who am I, what I signify
Excuse me please, it is a question I wisely nullify
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