wats the buzz all about?!?

a tremor, a shake - vibration
someone seeking your attention
sleep, work and timepass - backseat now
immediate reaction from you is sought

thats not all, we hear a bell
i feel a knock would've gone well
a reason good enough to forget
the tension, the pressure and the lost bet

the letters flow fast, tough to keep up
others taunt you of your slow pick up
damn, i've got my fingers swollen bad
and still let out 'wat a day i had!'

faces, they brighten up most when smiling
also because we're saving on dialing
hugs and kisses, be cool as per will
let the devil rise, or back to the shrill

whoa! it doesn't stop so soon
be ready to face the bollywood goon
get international, its the in-thing
to the conversation add some bling

animals, FIFA, Nature and pokemon
part of the package are the environ
so you see it gets better always
specially during important days

stay in touch with friends long lost
without much work, travel or cost
Hi! Heylo! Oye! Sup? - just shout
still wanna know? - wats the buzz all about?

the b'day boy inspired me to write this :) HapB'day Naked!
and for the uninitiated, this is about the yahoo messenger

Been drinking????

retrospect. rewind and think
you can't remember, can't find a link
of the days when you've had a drink
and had your mouth left with a stink

mid-sems over. wing treat. all the similar
all the times when you've been to the bar
sometimes near, sometimes far
when you've forgetten where you've left you car

everything feels ok, but you don't know
you can't even makeout a koel from a crow
and the whole world would see the freak show
everything still ok, the feeling doesn't go

the laughter rings all around
yours and the hound
nothings impossible, restricted or bound
you're Superman, he has been found

ya ya, this is bliss, ecstasy
fake moments of joy, you're happy
but you're volatile, very snappy
the words spoken are all crappy

the rot inside needs to get out
it does, with a bad taste in your mouth
now, the larynx is gone. no shout
the throat has grown a gout

sleep my baby, the time has come
before you prove yourself to be more dumb
music sounds like a background hum
the dayafter you'll be numb

hangover. headaches. and more
all of this after the snore
whole day is gone, at least the core
still your throat remains so sore

a drink a day keeps the doctor away
in the gutters you might lay
but its part most of us in the day
to drink and booze up fermented rye

the glasses cheer with a ring
we all find the time together to sing
we sway, we wobble, we swing
soberly enquire - 'Been drinking????'

inspiration from a drunk wingie, who couldn't even say how much he drank.

Sardarji with Polka Dot Turban

What is life? does anyone know the answer?
I guess not, and no ones trying to get there
If you asked me the same, I shall try to render
may think some day, some month, some year

But since I don't beleive in ghosts
and all supernatural stuff followed by mosts
I won't make time to think of it
coz I don't need no special event to get my brain hit

The answer comes fast, as fast as....
It lies right in front of me, while i'm in class
its one of the sights we'll mostly ignore
but I caught it while looking out of the door

I don't know how many have noticed so far
This unique sight, bit comical, but nothing above the bar
I really feel nice after the relevation
I saw a Sardarji with a Polka-dot Turban!!!!

White turban with vermillon red dots
not very large in size, but lots!
lets me forget the class so so very much boring
half of my mates were in deep slumber, snoring

well, this is life, this is what it is really
finding joy in small stuff, which can be observed freely
now I realise, everything has a positive
Coming to class was more of a take than give

this was written during one of the mundane, monotous 8.30am lecture, sometime in my third year.

ProPic

tis is for my profile pic.

will be writing on Yana soon on S.O.O.N. :))

Getogether.

Mid-sems are good.
gives your mind some food
which might taste bad
but then, we do care about acad(s)

our motherly nature is fervent
while rising from being dormant
we feel anxious, many a times lost
so much xeroxes, we have to bear the cost

but still, many others - likewise me
tend to see
this as an chance to meet
all my wingies, both sour and sweet

without exams we rarely stay
be in our rooms, at bay
coz so much else happening around
that we forget to gather ground

the ground is familiar
only needs a leveller
so now the session begin
of infinite fart and sweet nothin

and we all getogether!!!

i love mid-sems :)

Roger that.

1993, Class 3.
Wimbledon Final. Jim 'the best forehand ever seen' Courier 'Vs' Pete 'pistol' Sampras.
but the main match was being played in the dimly lit drawing room of my home.
Me 'Vs' 5 other much elder people, all going down on me whenever the pistol fired. the target both places was being sent into a subdued mode. the match ened in hoorahs for many, but there were some for whom it had become one the worst moments of their short lives.

Class 2 might be too early for someone to have a idol, but for me Jim Courier was the superman. The grunt was like what a roar might be for the members of the pride. I too dreamt of being able to emulate the shot of his right hand, played to the fore. I too dreamt of flowing across the backline, looking to pounce upon any hand thrown grenade and return it like a missile, a homing one that would leave the opponent's racket counterproductive. That was the time when I made Jim the totem of what i thought would be my future endeavors.

but alas, my idol was too human.

13 years later....., 4th year.
Haven't seen many matches of late, but then TV isn't the only means of knowing stuff and getting high. it seems the child, the little kid, the Zealot in me has seen the sun again.

Roger 'can't pin-point, too many to list' Federer the reincarnation of the demi-God in my mind. the silent killer, the terminator of the better, as he is the best.....ever.
9 grand slams, 3 this year, 6 consecutive Grand slam finals, three years World no. 1 (4th on the way). All of this is lot less than what 'my Hero' is going to achieve.
I might have woken up from my dream of being one of them, but the passion stays. and it'll stay as long as Roger blasts his shotguns.....no silencers throughout the tour. They say one should reach the sky, but what do you do when you've done that?
I'm happy today.
Roger is 25 and he is 9. Pete was 31 when he was 14. So Fedex has an advantage of 6 years to be 5 more. Who said Pete's record was unbeatable? They all turned in the graves, bed, chairs and fell rite on their face.

Roger 'Fucking too good' Federer.

Delivering whatever, wherever.

King Kong

I am king kong.

Ping Pong.
Ding dong.

I don't like a certain bong.

Don't mess with my song.
Or I'll show you my thong.
Wouldn't it be quite wrong?

I love the Ford Mustong.

Ok then, so long.

Hai re Hai Hai re Hai ..... Lage Raho Munnabhai :-*

Whoa!!! what a day!

nite-out, exams, movie and clubbing!!! had so much thru out (except for the second thing, of course :P)

exam was averagish, as always. fucked up at the easiest question! feel silly for that :P

Lage Raho Munnabhai.... prolly the best movie of the year. Circuit bole toh ek dum jhaakas hain re Maamu. apun ko bhi circuit maafiq ban ne ka abhi......will definitely get a black kurta soon :D the movie has the rite moxture of sentiyaps, comedy and awesome songs! i love 'pal pal har pal'. Vidya Balan, the most gorgeous female in bollywood at this moment, with her homely charm and not-so-over the world pretty face is the perfect dream girl for me :)

cheers rox, awesome music (they played all the old rock favorites, including 'we didn't start the fire!!!), ambience and crowd. and with me not drinking, rather economical :D love the place :-*

Mid-sem night dreams

haven't had a moment
since long, since days
i need an opening, a vent
to let out what my mind says

and now, in midst of
my mid-sem sleep
i've taken off
to bore deep

deep into my thoughts
which are blurred at present
by Rs, Ls, Cs and Dots
I begin to see my message being sent

Bon Voyage!