Where is my shining World?

With the coming of the wave
Feet go crunching in the sand
Every time I'm hit
The misfit tends to curl inside.

Waiting for the saving grace
While I hear the madmen rave
I scream aloud to the sun
The misfit in me, curls inside again.

Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?

Breeding love and changing faith,
Killing them and wounding us
Freedom never seems to come
And the misfit tends to cry inside

Label her and call her vile
The finger's always there to point
Its ok to make her smile
But misfit still weeps inside

Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?

Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along

Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along

Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?

The curse of a gift

Haunt my thoughts,
Linger around
The border of my mind

Keep me waking
All night long
Till I find my peace

Can I follow you
To the end?
Of this speeding tunnel.

Will you help me up
To the sky,
Up the green beanstalk

I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
But still you make me free.

I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?

All pervading,
It surfeits
And Fills up my mind

Resounding, resonating
Inside the woods
Always conjuring a charm.

Hell bent upon
Your presence here
I have you in my life

Cradling a wish
A silent prayer
Forever, all this time.

I dont think I can understand
Bout' how you always seem to
Surround, get the better of me
And still you make me free.

I guess I'll never escape you
Trust me I've tried
How many people do you think
Have held you to their heart and cried?

The meltdown

Cold as a stone in the sky,
Floating all around
Waiting till it hits the ground.

Fore' you know it, it will all
Wash into your brain,
Cause you suffering, and the pain will

Choke you off your breath,
Leave you wondering and waiting,
For the pain, to melt away.

Speed, the sucker...

I'm slow.

What I really want to say is, I like to be slow. There's nothing more I'd wish for, if I was to be handed a book, and given a lot of time to understand what every line in the book was meant to mean. It would indeed make my day if the world slowed down to a numb buzz for a minute or two allowing me to see, analyze, interpret and comprehend all. If there was time enough for me to see that falling drop wobble itself into a sphere, only to get dismembered by the merciless undulations of an ever consuming ground. But apparently, these joyous trinkets are not what I'm made to live for. Bigger, better things are meant to await my presence in the ever near, never near future.

Its a shame we are all off our hinges in this madly accelerating world. Its a shame how deadlines can ruin a perfectly good day of learning. Its a shame we can do nothing but speed up, to keep up. Its a shame the world of poets is just a figment of my imagination. Its a shame we've let it all go dizzy and haywire. Its a cryin' shame that all I'll ever want to do is to slow down, when all I can afford to do, is try to run faster....and faster... and faster.

Definitions - BMS

Ah! A 4 – year holiday, that's what it was. The college I went to, part – time to get an undergraduate degree, and full time to hang out with a bunch of top notch dabblers. We were a tight group of friends who had all mysteriously decided that our purpose in life was way more intricate than could be realized by means of working hard towards an Electronics and Communications Engineering degree in BMS. A technical degree in hand and not a shred of knowledge upstairs.

The beginning

He was too scared to look into the mirror. The venomous residues of a previous incursion still lingered. Every ounce of determination and all the pragmatic, physical goading that a 22 year old could cough up, proved to be futile. Even as this tussle squeezed the daylight out of his eyes, “And to what avail?” cried the mind. “Why do you want to put me through that again?” He did not know. Another thing on the list of the numerous don’t - knows that seemed to have engulfed his life. All the same, the questions kept popping up. Questions that could not be dismissed, ones that did not have an answer scripted yet, the ones that would unfold themselves for all the world to see; in the future that was to be his and everyone like him. There were lots of him, surrounded by the ubiquitous uncertainties that one single nation had nurtured, only to father a vengeful, prodigal son. One among the multitude of desis who had jumped the Atlantic in search of knowledge and money, at this point he felt lacking in one and bereft of the other.

The higher view

Ever so often I find myself
Floating in the clouds, weightless
Oblivious, content and happy.

Up there, the philosophy of credit
And the theory of effort holds good.
And the world does not disappoint.

But the Eagle does not fly forever
You get to choose your moments and,
You get to go again, tomorrow.

Bleak

So, so different
So many colours
And so difficult
To understand.

You're just another
But then again
You're so different
And difficult.

Too bad you're not a genius
Rue that, but it will not help.
I guess its time all over again
To take the long path home.

Too bad you think its not your fault
And you begin to sympathize
I hope that you can understand
That you begin to realize.

So, many choices,
Yet there are none.
Fore' you finish this
Fun you've started.

So, what are you gonna
Do about this?
Will you let it all be
A waste of your time?

Too bad you're not a genius
Rue that, but it will not help.
I guess its time all over again
To take the long path home.

Too bad you think its not your fault
And you begin to sympathize
I hope that you can understand
That you begin to realize.

So you begin to talk
Like you've understood
Like the tiger has come
Right Out of the woods.

So, so different
So many vivid colours
And so damn difficult
To understand.

Smudged all over the canvas
Making your senses weak
Your thoughts seem like the canvas
The future looks bleak.

Bunch o' my brain - student

Think and thrive
Delve and derive
Stupid or clever
Student forever

SK

Every moment of laughter
You made possible,
Is a moment we'll cherish.
Leave the worries behind,
Rest in peace my friend,
Your warmth will never perish.

The animation, the chatter
and the friendly banter,
will all be revisited,
And we'll all laugh, yet again.

We'll miss you Kattige.

An ode to my Dell

Dusty Rusty system of mine
Hang in there its just a matter of time.
I'm almost done with the troubleshoot
A few more minutes and u'll get a reboot!

You're more wired than you're wireless
You're a lappy under a lot of stress.
I love you and I hate you too,
You'd probably be dead without Ubuntu.

You dont know who's bluetooth or Zigbee
All you've got is your 40 Gb!
You're off you're hinges and I mean it well
And you keep on going coz you're a Dell.

You're my friend from the long leavy nights
And you've been dropped from dizzy heights.
One full bowl of cereal and milk
And you still keep running, smooth as silk.

You gotta run Matlab without a glitch,
Show the Mac in the corner is a real B****
But for now, you just gotta act tough,
Battle it out and do your stuff.

I wonder how long you'll carry on
Wonder what I'll do when you're gone.
But someday for sure I'll give you your rest
One final update and a memory test.

C - onked

Combing a confluence of creation,
Conundrums, cadence and confusion,
I'm citing ciphers from inside a circle,
Cradling a cynically conked conscience.

Crunch

Its 3:30 am.
I'm sitting at my desk, with my study lamp on. There's an exam at 10. I also have a pile of 105 homeworks that I need to correct before 2 pm. But I need to study. And I desperately need to sleep. One among these things is bound to get messed up. I'm hoping its the part about sleeping. If nothing gets messed, then I've learnt what I needed to from an MS I guess.

Bunch o' my Brain - Consumed

Take these evanescent feelings,
Grow em' up till they rule you.
And when they start draining
Is when it feels good too.

Bunch o' my Brain - No Entry

Its my mind,
I'm in the centre.
Its my world,
You may not enter.

Bunch o' my Brain - feelin' good

A breezy evening confers hope
And my mind gets swept in the current.
While its always wise to put up a hillock,
Its a fool who does not enjoy the moment.

Strategies and Results

We all have strategies. Plans of action that are meant to lead straight to the doorstep of success. Ideas that seem so rosy when scripted, you want to pat yourself for thinking it up. Well, pat myself I did, but not on the back; rather, on my dumb head for not being able to materialize even one of them.

I've been a fool, not for coming up with strategies, but for believing that every day is a new one. Sorry to break the news - Today depends on yesterday and tomorrow depends on today. And by dint of recursion, I mean to say that what you did a 1000 years ago, may still have relevance today. There is no such thing as a new day. The problem with this whole concept of a new day, is its allusion to hope. No seriously, A new day does not symbolize hope for God's sake. For all you know, today might turn out to be a lot crappier than yesterday. This piece of writing will translate to pessimism in a lot of the readers' minds. And guess what, that is pretty much the point. I am not a pessimist, but I believe there is no room in the world for a complete optimist. Its like a Government without Opposition, an unchecked growth of a Stack that needs to be popped in order to retrieve a sane and knowing mind. Well, what's the solution then? I dont know. Maybe I wont find out for another 20 years. But I'm not clinging onto a succession of days and dubbing them a succession of new beginnings. I will rather believe in the ability of a determined human mind, and in sincere, organized effort.

There are no new days. But there is experience and the capability to think and reform; and there is a goal.

Bunch o' my Brain - Change

I wonder if it is time
To stop being me.
If its time to change the picture
I've left in my wake.

Why?

I think I'm losing it. Well, don't rejoice just yet; I'm not referring to my mind; I'm talking about the ability to write something that I would not fall asleep to. Its been quite a while since I wrote anything apart from songs and snippets of my perception of wisdom. But what I really want to do, is to conjure one single solid paragraph, that's not left wanting in something. Every recent attempt at accomplishing this has ended up in the prose being inadequate in structure, language, meaning or flavour. Like authentic Chinese Cuisine. And darn the red line that has just popped up underneath the "flavour" - an upshot of the American infatuation with opposing the British way of life. And I'm not a great fan of the British either. I digress; Crap, the clogging of my stream of thought seems to be getting the better of me again. So before you cut me off, (Static buzz in the background with a vague vision of a screen that cant render an image for nuts owing to its slower than death refresh rate and a mysterious flicker that's ever prevalent in horror movies) here's declaring a war (-buzz-) on you, mind. I'm gonna (-buzz- -flicker- -buzz-) kick your (-buzz-) butt and get back to writing stuff that's (-flicker- -buzzz-) readable and writable. Dang it! I'm talking to myself again. Now, you may rejoice. Adios homies!

Eatable Quotes - Brainless

At some point you begin to realize that its lack of information and not the inability to interpret, extrapolate and analytically predict whats going on.

Fly

Giddy giddy giddy giddy
All the way around.
And now I kinda feel tall
Hold me fore' I fall.

My fancy words are all broken
Even inside my head.
Words that feel so heavy
Like a ton of solid lead.

The music sounds so loud to me.
It makes me wanna scream.
24 different notes I hear
Screeching loud and clear.

One goes down the corridor
Another one down the drain
Thinkin' and talkin' of heaven,
I think I'm already there.

I dont think I'm wasted
I just think I'm cool
Please drop by and watch me,
While I act like a fool.

I'll tell you what I wanna do
It might not sound so real
But I think I might just jump the sun
Coz thats the way I feel.

Hold on! I will come about
Its just a matter of time.
Dare me and I'll pay you back
Dollar, Nickel and Dime.

One goes down the corridor
Another one down the drain
Thinkin' and talkin' of heaven,
I think I'm already there.

A remote birthday

As a friend once told me, I'm lucky enough to say a "Wish you the Same" when my sister wishes me Happy Birthday. Here's wishing you a very happy birthday Varsha. And thanks for paying up the interest accruing on my loan.. hehehe.. Now, there's some money you'll never be seeing again in your life. Hopefully I'll be able to make it to Bangalore in December. Until then... Be Happy, earn well and pay my interest on time.. he he he..

Love,
Harsha.

Growing up

Wake up lil' baby
Grow up my child
Its painful to remember
The way you once smiled.

Blanket your mind with
Sodden shades of gray,
No Son-of-God can ever stop,
This tyranny of time.

And there were blue skies
And there were flowers
And there were birds that sang
And swift happy hours.

The reasons were never there
The seasons, we never cared
The innocence we ever shared
You and I.

Sometimes its hard to hear
Past the siren that blares
Serves you well to close your ears
And pretend its just the air.

The stories you never hear
Are the ones that you live out.
I wonder if I was never told
Hoping I'd never see.

And there were blue skies
And there were flowers
And there were birds that sang
And swift happy hours.

The reasons were never there
The seasons, we never cared
The innocence we ever shared
You and I.

Getting used to an ancient tune
That reeks of hatred and pain,
We never cease to nourish the wrath,
And we Grow up all over again.

And there were burning trees
And barrages of thunder
And there were forgotten ties
And hearts broken asunder.

For reasons that never were
The seasons, they ceased to care
This innocence, we cannot share,
You and I.

Bunch o' my Brain - Conscience

Feels a lot like heaven
When you're outta your mind
And you're never what you're not
In the alleys of your brain.

Bunch o' my Brain - Perseverance

Let me sit, Let me stay
I'll rip it apart
I'll make it stay
I know it'll happen
Just about now.
You just gotta try -
One more time.

Bunch o' my Brain - Time and Hope

Helpless 'gainst the wheel
Pitched 'gainst the world
Time may run you out
But you never run out.

Bunch o' my brain - Sleep

The curtain's falling
It will not hold
Light binds tight
And dreams unfold

No more words

Shut up
and dive in..

Bubble out
And swim

No pain No gain
No guts No glory


Shut up
And Dive in

Bubble out
and swim

Bated breath
One big swing.

One last thing -
No more words.

Shining on

Sometimes, I tell myself
That I'm a damned fool.
Bout how every hollow thought,
Always goes unheard.

Sometimes, I laugh aloud
At the whole darned world.
At how all this agony
Has slowly unfurled.

A splash of hope
A shot in the dark
Wound up in a barrel
Ready to shoot out.

Count me in for all I'm worth
I blame myself for all I'm not.
Don't listen to me, just hear me out
This is me without a doubt

And If I get lost along the way,
I look inside, to make it work.
It never sleeps, A light that keeps
Shining on.

Once upon a time

A moment, a twinkle
A blemish, a wrinkle
Forgotten, never,
Seems like forever,
Farther than the sun,
A distant Horizon.
Memories and times
Yours, yet mine.

Eatable Quotes - Hidden costs

Fine Print is omnipresent.Conditions apply.

Pseudo - owned Wisdom.

You only know where you start.
Rest all you shall learn
You only have what you're given,
Everything else, you'll need to earn.

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Make it not a grim parade,
When a festive crowd lies in wait.
Make it no house of silence when,
Halls of music can me made.

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Waiting is pointless when there,
Is so much you can yourself confer.
You don't need a God to let you,
Do what you were already meant to.

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While it gives me pleasure indeed,
To preach a poem and sing a song,
I'd have been a happy man
If I were to follow all that I sang.

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Nature

Show me not the halls of men,
Ere I've seen the open skies
Tell me not to roam these streets
Until I've trodden the wild paths
For no gaze can take me afar,
Yonder away, beyond the sea,
And no palace built that does
Outshine the sun's blinding gleam.

Eatable Quotes - Billy

“I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - The sinners are much more fun”

“Slow down you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time.”

- Billy Joel

here are a few more from the master.

Circle

Wave after wave
Crashes into the rocks
Separated, severed;
But its water all the same.

Eons have passed
Since the ties broke.
Seasons addled by,
While the friends drifted.

Once in the sand
And then in the air
'Cross countries,
Many winds bore them afar.

When the time came nigh,
The sky turned black,
And the heavens lit up white.
Thunderstruck, the descent ensued.

Perilous, terrible and joyous
Nature's singularity
Forging together A miracle,
The last link in the chain.

A din like no other,
As they roar in delight.
As proud Poseidon's army
Revels and rejoices.

Afar on the shore,
The nemesis awaits.
In constant vigil,
In constant peril.

A moonlit night
Under a starlit sky.
Farewells are in order,
As the waves come crashing again.

Eatable Quotes - Q&A

The role of an artist is to ask questions; not answer them.

- Anton Chekhov

DONT just be yourself

‘‘... and you, Marcus, you have given me many things; now I shall give you this good
advice. Be many people. Give up the game of being always Marcus Cocoza. You
have worried too much about Marcus Cocoza, so that you have been really his slave
and prisoner. You have not done anything without first considering how it would
affect Marcus Cocoza’s happiness and prestige. You were always much afraid that
Marcus might do a stupid thing, or be bored. What would it really have mattered? All
over the world people are doing stupid things ... I should like you to be easy, your little
heart to be light again. You must from now, be more than one, many people, as
many as you can think of ...’’

– Karen Blixen
(‘‘The Dreamers’’ from ‘‘Seven Gothic Tales’’ written under the pseudonym Isak Dinesen, Random House, Inc. Copyright, Isac Dinesen, 1934 renewed 1961)

Eatable quotes - THE reason

In everything I do and speak,
A smile is all I seek.

Eatable quotes - coiffure

A haircut here in the US is like waiting for VTU results. You never know what the outcome is until you've seen it for yourself. But with one major difference; atleast the barber knows what he's upto!

My worst poem yet!

Just when you think you've seen it all,
A brand new picture is on the wall.
The world throws at you some more
A whole new perspective or old lore.

Wake up to find the same old streets
Adorned, painted in a different light
The same old people that you may meet
Today have a different story to cite.

A lifetime of struggle against yourself,
Against the world, and by your kin.
Trophies of life up on your shelf
Hiding scars of the past and buried sin.

Living amidst conventions and rules,
Afraid to breach these time tested walls.
Among unsung heroes and celebrated fools,
Plays the bittersweet symphony in ironic halls.

Open up today your can of hope,
And gulp it down with a forced smile
For this is what it takes to walk the rope,
Today a metre, tomorrow a mile.

Your eyes do fine, what does your mind see?
Left to yourself, what in this world would you be?
Churn out the beast within or awaken the bard,
The universal truth being; Life eej Hard. - Mintrox.

Eatable Quotes - Realization

Fore' you deal with the world,
Deal with your world.

Phew!

I havent been able to write in a while. The courses are as much to blame as is my lack of motivation. And nothing seems to have changed now either except that my exams are over. I'm just putting this up in anticipation of the resurrection measures towards my half dead blog. The next few posts will be more on the lines of a purgation of the mind, rather than an ode to creativity.

Its been an educating semester, apart from being a painful one. But then, as a friend put it, life gets more interesting when there is a challenge involved. So, hopeful as ever, I'm looking forward to some much needed damage control over the summer. Will be back with more fundae later on.

Wannabe In Some Knee Ache

Left to myself,

I would'nt go there.

For the time is short,

And I need to get elsewhere.

Oh! How I wish I was

The loyal prince who stayed.

If not for fourteen years,

A month and a half is fine.

They say It helps

To gather your thoughts,

And they say, not going

Might kill the grey ones upstairs.

As the needle ticks,

The material body pleads

And the mind's drifting away.

The guilty circle strikes again.

You're almost at the point,

Where you stop making sense.

You feel that you can go on,

But your eyes tell another tale.

What started up there,

Will make the curtains fall, and then,

A darkness beyond the light,

The Dreams, the journey and the spite.

What started tonight,

Shall end tomorrow,

But the journey is something,

You'd rather not recollect.

I leave thee here,

signing off fore' the fat one sings.

Shut the light for heavens sake,

- A wannabe in some knee ache.

Eatable quotes - Knowledge

When you learn something without knowing that you've learnt it, is when you've actually learnt it.

Inspiration

When three passions meet...

Eatable Quotes - Determination

Procrastination and Lying to oneself are means we find to run away from our fears. We tire eventually, and it all comes down to how strong our resolve to win is.

Chances

Open skies, up for grabs

Lets Take away.

Lonely roads and the sun 

Has gone away.

Wont you tell me now, If you will come

My way.

Coz I need to know what I'll hear

And what I'll say.

Dont tell me

That I cant fly.

Nothing seems

The way it is, tonight

Dont tell me 

I can be no higher

I'm rushing headlong 

into life.

Here I go, again.

Standing by, As paths cross over

Voices calling out

Spacing out on a cloudy day

I lose myself.

Move on and give tomorrow, another chance

Be yourself.

Another lesson, another vision

Another day.

Dont tell me

That I cant fly.

Nothing seems

The way it is, tonight

Dont tell me 

I can be no higher

I'm rushing headlong 

into life.

Here I go, again.

Click here for the song.

Eatable quotes - Direction

Philosopher - "Follow the water; it knows where to go, always".

Wise guy - "Ever heard about waterfalls???"

Mobile Photography - 2

Time -
Pink floyd
(click to listen)

The time has come, The song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say....

Mobile photography - 1

I recently learned that I could transfer snaps from my cell phone, to a mac using bluetooth. This opened up new horizons with respect to photography for me. I'm gonna be posting a series of snaps taken on my phone... and will associate each snap with one of my many favourite songs.. Engage your senses.. observe,listen, enjoy....

Pretty maids all in a row
- Eagles

(click to listen)
Slow, soft and melodic - a typical Eagles concoction

Adventures of Intern man - 2 : The DirecTV saga

I - man spots his next victim at the career fair. DirecTV was destined to a fateful meeting with I - man, it seemed.

As I walk towards the person who beckoned to me, the analytical skills of I - man inform me with 92.6 % certainty that the guy is a hardware person. A smile and a nod and a hello.

"Hi, I'm John, I'm with the software development group at direcTV, How are you doing today?"..........
Dang it!
Not to fear! I - man knows his way around with software too.

I- man : I'm looking for a summer int...
Software guy from DTV: How good are you at Java?
I- man : Never dunnit...
Software guy from DTV: Perl?
I- man : Errrrr....
Software guy from DTV: C/C++
I- man : (Strike 1 .. muhaahhahaa) Yeah. of course.. yes... that's right..
Software guy from DTV: Oh! good... Have you ever worked on multi - thread programming?
I- man : multi what? why?..

Awkward silence..........

I-man : C'ya...(right about turn .. forward march...develops into a steady jog... picks up speed and runs away as fast as possible).

Another adventure, another company, another day... another broken feather in I - man's cap.
Over and out.

Of Reason and Rhyme

Here in the land of Uncle Sam,
Life's just a Wham a Bam and a Slam.
I wake up again, another day to cram,
Sometimes I feel, Is this all I am?
(I actually dont.. but nothing else seemed to rhyme this well!)
...

Materialism - immaterial?

You've gotta be materialistic.... to an extent. That's the point of being in the material world. If we could survive on feelings emotions and the sort, we'd be angels.. would'nt we? 

And an year goes by..

Its Feb 28th all over again.
My blog is an year old now. I want to write a post reviewing how it has evolved over the year, but I just dont feel like it now.

Head's all messed up and cluttered. I'll do justice to my blog's birthday some other day. For now, its just a heartfelt happy birthday, from me to my blog.

Go eat some cake......Come to think of it - you cant.. I guess I'll do the honours. maybe I'll leave you a cookie.. he he he

Eatable quotes - rage

* I'm always right when I'm pissed off.

by the way, it is also useful to know that a Luna is better than a torch.....any given wednesday.

The adventures of Intern - man: Episode 1 - Qualcomm

Introducing me, in and as Intern - man (henceforth referred to as I- man). I am I - man.

Career fair. Formals, folder, resume, long lines.......

The organizational skills of I - man are deployed on account of this opportune opportunity of opportunities.

A list of companies in order of preference is neatly tucked into my brand new $15 folder. Qualcomm is number one on the list. "No lines....just drop off your resume" called out the pretty HR in blue. A quick plan of action - punch the non - desis out of the way, and distract the desis by calling out stuff like "free lunch at the lot" or "the dollar just dropped to 22"... and then dive full length to shove your resume into the humongous pile. Done .. professionally and all, in 2 minutes.

I - man punches the air, straightens his (non - existent) tie, and walks away in style. Watch this space for more action from the battle - front.

poetry for f(p)un

"rise and shine" said the morning sun..

"your energy is mine" cried the afternoon

"rest a while" said the dusky breeze,

"drink some wine" whispered the night...

And while I slumbered the night away,

while the the owls hooted their tale,

and as the sun peeked over the bay, 

"main hoon dawn".. shouted the dawn.

he he he...

Eatable quotes - the week that will be

* mundane monday to sleepy sunday... we shall traverse that path yet again.. and again.. and again. Hope the novelty never dies.

Eatable Quotes - tic tic tic

* Time is bored staying indoors.. no wonder its running out!

this reminds me of the achutha - patented tic tic tic
Click here for the masterpiece.. enjaaay!!
Statutory warning : Hazardous to the "weak - bladdered". May cause "loss of hair from excessive pulling", "brain haemorrhage on account of a fall from your chair" and "sore ulcers all along the digestive tract as a result of unpredictably long bouts of persistent laughter".

Wind - ings

Misty frames from the distant past,

for a fleeting moment pass me by.

And as the day turns windy again,

The yearning is all that remains.

But its a pleasant wind that blows

'cross portland, into the row.

And its a way of life here, I believe,

to just let it go.. let it flow.

Eatable quotes

* When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to acheive it. 

                                                                                                             - Paulo Coelho

* Dear Universe, a DBC will do............ for now.

                                                                                                     - Harsha Kudoor

(for the lesser mortals who dont have a clue what DBC stands for - it's "Death By 
Chocolate" ..... an ice cream in good ol' bangalore... and its worth killing for.... apt name don't you think??)

Un - rush

Buzzing like a beetle,

you rush past your life.

And the story that you've heard,

is hardly what was served.

Might look like the better ones,

are the ones who are all blurry,

are the ones with a furrowed  brow,

and double batteried clocks.

But what of those,

who bide their time?

And see more than the busy bee?

The blessed ones; are they?

Neither one way nor another I feel,

For All I have ever learnt to do,

Is to take a breath and catch a glimpse,

And make every moment worth its while.

Breathe... Breathe in the air... Dont be afraid to care...

life nonlinear...

Thinking aloud, running blind,

spaces to see, questions to find.

Subdued laughter, a silent song

and the path keeps winding, all along.