BORED RANDOM CRAP

I AM BORED!!!!feels so nice to scream it out.here i am waiting for my friend to turn up,waiting to go out and roam around and get something to eat while at it .here i am waiting for the past one hour to get on with it.i tunes is a big help at these times ,selecting beautiful songs to keep me upbeat.by the way "shadow of the day" by linkin park is good.and i read all the blogs i can.atulaa's post on women's rights is a nice read.i actually seem to agree with most of that,though some of it is just juvenile attitude , like the not wearing a wedding ring and all.yeah atulaa, that IS funny.metal is a great genre to hear ,when you are bored and jobless.pumps you up.heard ride the lightning by metallica .loved the whole album.and IM READING FOUNTAINHEAD!yeah ive told that just about everywhere else ,why not here too??and talking of fountainhead here is the story of shyam k who struggled to get his own copy of that precious novel.i beg all my friends to give me a copy,post it on facebook ,resort to desperate measures and finally lay my hands on a copy .i look like a cat with cream with a wide grin on my face.i curl up on my bed and begin to read [yes that is how i read],all happy the world seeming so nice and all.after about 150 pages i take a small break ,turn and see the other side.there is my mom ,with a book in hand with a bigger grin on her face,the kind she gives when we have these fights of who is more sarcastic and all.im puzzled ,knowing she does that only when she has something over me,but not what she has this time.then i glance at her book and voila!!its FOUNTAINHEAD!!im indigant and ask her why she didnt bother to give me when i was tearing my hair for it and she sweetly replies saying"you never asked".apparently a present for me which she forgot to give aama.so now we lie next to each other,staring at opposite sides reading the same edition of the same novel!!

THE RAT AND THE BUG

ive always thought poems are built on emotions.ive seen ones on love,friendship,trust,sadness,etc.all serious emotions ;nothing to tickle your funny bone.i had a thought: why not write a funny poem.so here goes.

my god ,you must see her
the lady with nicknames galore
any name suits her just fine
irritating her to the core



tell her this and she blows steam
13 year old kiddo, cat with cream

call her a bug
and she wont reply
ive never bothered
to ask her why

call her a bug
and she pucks up her nose
the yelling gathers steam
what a tantrum she throws!

i call her a buggy now
yet,no reaction ,not a response

i say:
"ive added an extra y
aso now you gotta reply"

she retorts:
"damn you for this and damn you for that
you irritating little rat!"

"so i get a name now?"
sarcasm oozing in my tone.

"yeah you do
and suits you too"

and so we stand now
a rat and a bug
the argument resolved
and problem solved!"

A TRAIN TRAVELOGUE

a train journey from coimbatore to chennai.was smsing to pass time.and suddenly a message turns out to be this poem.so here it is:
A TRAIN TRAVELOGUE:
staring at the tracks
hearing the whistle of the train
the rustling of wheel on track
the chattering of the inmates

landscapes whizz by
one fading into another
dark silhouettes lit
by moon and streetlamps

passing a station now
not a soul to be seen
thought of hauntings,
and michael jackson's "thriller"

rail follows river now
vilage road on the bank
empty fields to the eye's gaze
a bike breaking the scene

train crosses train now
a roar
a rush
a flash of light
the whole thing gone

all alone on a berth,
you wonder;

the urge to break fee
to rid oneself of shackles
grows
stronger and stronger

like a second Che,
exploring the land of the tamils
i feel boundless freedom
nothing to care about

a journey of discovery
a journey inside
truckloads of questions
not an answer in sight
my mind is a mess now
thoughts flitting in and out
they go like:
" whats inside me ?
who/what am i?
where do i belong ?
what is my time for ?
the stations to be crossed
where im gonna reach
what should i carry with me"

the train has come to a halt now,
and so must this meandering mind of mine

A LE TTER TO MY FRIEND

i know you for long enough to cut the formality bullshit and to get on with what i want to tell you.
this i i have to tell you.it is too complicated a thing to explain in person and there a good chance that ill forget half of what i want to convey and get totally engrossed in pulling your leg.so i resort to what i do best :writing.what better than a letter to convey what i want to ?so here goes.

most of the time people cant find the company they want,the company that can sense who you really are and give you the motivation and the room to grow;friends who know you even when you dont know yourself.that is not given for most of us.
so we settle for the next best thing : a group of people whom you think you can adapt to or suitably hide yourself to suit their attitude.the human desire for company overwhelms the need to be yourself.that is the scenario which many of us find ourselves in.there are two kinds of people in this
1 you always hide under a shell and finally forget who you really are .when you show your own attitude by accident, you are mocked at or made fun of.you get shy of what you really are .you begin to think that what the group does is the way to be.you actively try to imitate them and end up being dissatisfied because that is not what you really are.a dialogue goes like this in oceans 13,"the moment you become ashamed of who you really are you lose yourself".this is what happens when you try to fit in.

2 the really determined person will hang out with a group he does not fit in with,fully knowing that it is because only because he has no choice.so he /she never tries to fit in beyond a point and just becomes silent when he disagrees with something.he\she thinks that he\she is unaffected by the attitude of others and that in essence he\she remains the same as ever.but the fact is, however much you try not to ,you change according to the company you keep.this happens at a sub conscious level.you slowly change while you still believe yourself to be the same.the change continues without you realising it happening.revelation dawns on you only when you end up doing something u never imagined yourself to be capable of doing.you feel totally bitter about yourself. you think back and feel you have screwed up badly.all that you ever expected of yourself is is ash.the events of the past flash across the minds eye.the only difference is, this time, you can see cleary how ,bit by little bit,you changed at each step.your mouth fills up with bile and you feel like slapping your face hard;only that it would not help in the least.bitterness courses through your veins.you want to go back and change things but your conscience taunts you saying you cant.that is the worst feeling in the world;that you have screwed yourself without even knowing it .
from what i know about you you seem to be in the second category.george clooney 's father gave him only one piece of advice"son,whatever you do,dont wake up one morning at 60 years and ask "what have i done with my life?" '

this is a long letter, i know.but if it make you take a look at what is inside you,what is the real you and how much it is blurred by the people around you ,then the effort is worth it .just remember that you can never undo what you have done.people may forget it but you never can.and no bloody amount of repenting would help ease the hatred of yourself which would engulf you.think . use your brain atleast once .
you know whom