Watch Out You Watchmen

When darkness falls, the knight rises
Don’t think I’m repeating some Batman phrases
My aim is just to praise a man
Who came up with a psychotic plan

In solitude, he roams about
Unobtrusive, are his whereabouts
Killing, that’s his destiny
It goes on, we just don’t know how many!

His targets are the poor guards
He projects himself as the mighty lord
He picks up boulders and throws them straight
Onto the guards’ heads, sealing their fate!

Can anyone stop the psycho man?
Some task! That not even the cops can
Banished, he is like King Lear
To catch him, you’ll take many a year

My Chosen One

Life has brought out the poet in me
As amateur as it may seem
But every day in this world
I learn something more about that which I behold

I think about my glorious past
When every joy just seemed to last
But then my life just turned a mess
When I lost thy, my charming princess

Remember those days when we used to walk
Hand in hand, through the dark
I used to wish for endless roads
For, I never wanted to leave your hold

You cried to me and I wiped your tears
Together, we killed all those fears
But then, you thought my work was done
Maybe, I just was not your special one

Your exodus hit me like a dart
Your rudeness broke my human heart
And the guy who was so sincere
Felt no longer like a prince here

You chose to mail those priceless things
Back to the one with the broken wings
But still, I hold your one treasure
My love for you, it does measure

Little or large, I had a dream
Just a mirage, now it may seem
Those tears of mine now sear with pain
As I call out to you, but just in vain

And then you got so starking mad
When you spoke, to this good ol’ lad
But what you had just failed to see
Was, you were facing a broken me

Time went on, so did the months
Never heard from you, not even once
Then I, who once was a crippled soul
Learned to walk, without your supportive hold

And then came up that special word
A word so very commonly heard
I can tell you that it rhymes with pope
Yes my friend, its good old ‘hope’

Success, failure, I saw it all
To reach the top, I had to fall
I’ve learned what life is all about
Marching on I am, without a doubt

I’ll definitely make it big someday
I’ll dedicate it all to you anyway
I ‘hope’ I make it with you then
Forever, you’ll be My Chosen One!

Arjun and the Chipmunk

"Eh...!"

i better start with the magical word else i guess i'll be sacrificed for the sake of the lord. arjun(hez not the lord btw..) and the chipmunk, neither are sensible, truly sound nonsensical, be it the sound of the name or the sound produced by them.. lets keep apart the fact that this noisy machine is trying to decipher a method to derive sabine's formulae..! reverberation, is our only hope..!

"retribution would be better", i suggested to myself. "even the joker would quit homicide if he were to meet the giant of kknagar..", said another.. travelling in a bus that is named 'janaki nagar' even though every stop is atleast 3 kms away from that godforsaken place, he instills terror into the minds of the inmates of the bus..

as i write these historic lines, my dear friend blessing puts in an untimely interruption trying to correct my title to "alvin and the chipmunk".. god save him.. again an interruption.. "chipmunk's'" it seems, well that much can be accepted as he hasn't disgraced arjun this time around..

neway.. lets talk about crime today(nothing to do with today's crime).. crime not referring to murders.. not the robbery.. but the one that originates due to insanity.. not exactly what the joker does, but still.. talking about bmw's when you can hardly get inside.. well thats the start of something crim(e)'ic'.. crimic because he follows the principle of mim'ic'.. black sheep i suggest.. maybe kamal hassan has a role to play as well for the crime that has been committed by urchin.. arjun rather..

and what did kamal do..? he acted in the movie dasavatharam.. well, we can't blame him entirely because he had to act in the movie that he is supposed to act in.. but coming to the mimic that urchin uses as a gimmic.. 'mimicry'..! gimmic? well, not entirely because when urchin delivers the mimicry, we cry..(okay.. my writing sucks)!

"impedimenta..!" cried satyeki, trying to stop urchin from delivering his punches.. but instead he got the mental punch.. reason? he didn't have a wand..! mental..! but then the travellers thought of another plan to outsmart the mighty animal riding on the 6 wheeled tin can.. simple, yet smart.. push the urchin out during its slumber.. but then.. the result was 'failure'.. after minutes of intense effort, urchin had been moved 4cms.. a new world record.. we still had 110cms to cover.. but then we quit our plan, not because we weren't confident enough but because we knew that the he was 11 minutes away from getting down from the bus anyway.. but then we had to admit we had fallen, but then Mr.v'sang, the alfred of the bus told me that inspiring dialogue..

"why do we fall sir? so that we can learn to pick ourselves up.."

and then i asked him.. "still haven't given up on me?"..

"never" he said..

tears rolled down the eyes of everyone in the bus.. there was roaring applause everywhere.. and then it happened.. the 'reverberation effect'.. and the echoes(batman effect).. our applause had put urchin's stability in jeopardy, and the vibrations were moving him towards the exit..

"Eureka", i cried..!

"Maintain the stability in our applause, and we can improve the state of his unstability", the ever so intelligent satyeki said..

and so we continued our efforts.. and then CRASH..!

"sacrilege", cried someone from the road, not because the mighty man had fallen, but because his fall had left a big crater in the already destroyed roads of kknagar..

"the chipmunk has been arrested", cried satyeki.. i was unaware of the fact that the chipmunk belonged to the so called scientific book by Stanley Kubrick which was undergoin inspection by satyeki himself..

and there started my misinterpretation.. i decided that arjun was the chipmunk.. but then why does my title suggest something which is contrary to the truth..?? just a grammatical error i presume.. thus we conclude with.. "arjun is the chipmunk"..

A Boring Day..

jus realized.. funny, todays date is.. 08.07.08.. the lucky number seven sandwiched between two unlucky fateful numbers.. well, i dont believe in beliefs.. but well.. may people do and that was what i was trying to portray.

you take a 5 day break from work, and when you step back to work, u feel a chill down your spine, it feels so very different, sometimes makes you feel pretty sick as well, well it all depends on the job that you do. Mine, on a pathetic note was to go to college. and on an even more pathetic note, i would like to proclaim my college as even more pathetic than the pathetic note itself. doesn't make sense probably, but thats what my college is all about, nonsense.

now onto my boring day, i stepped onto the bus with sleep toying with my eyes calling it to the dreamland where i am often present. But, resistance is what life is all about and i managed it. got into the bus, tin can on four wheels to be quite precise and i preferred to limit myself to my favorite window seat where solitude had the better of me. and alas the silence was broken when a so called senior mechanical entertainer insulted roger federer hailing him the grandfather of tennis. fuming with rage, sounds stupid but yeah, i was angry, thats the point.. i got into the conversation and with amazing and amusing facts silenced my super senior... the conversation had gone quite long and we ended up reaching the dreamland itself, not sleep, but the nonsensical college.

and then i spent a day chatting all along with friends, inquiring about all those who had scaled heights by entering the arrear history books, well i am a part of it too, am i not..!

then, we had another lunch time, where the lunch was the saddest part, and time hardly rolled on. stuffed our stomachs with so called foods and rushed back to class only to play pen fight on the table, a passion that was present in the mind of the genius since school days. many of you might wonder about who the genius probably is, well, yeah, thats me!

and then 3 full hours of dbms lab, was real fun going through all the known sql queries once again, proving that i am probably better at it than the rest. and ofcourse, logging into orkut and scrapping people with pride. why the pride some might ask, and my reply "online from college".. doesn't it sound paradoxical? but i managed it, and i am proud about that! i so very rock!

well.. then back onto the bus, got down in kknagar, and then a long long walk back home. some might call me stupid to walk that far, but yeah.. i loved every moment of it. was able to recollect my wonderful past, thought about the invisible future and pondered over the unfortunate present. well.. reached home at last, hoping to break the arrear news at home, but then mum had gone out, so till then, i smile..!

NOSeTALGIA

well.. i'm back to proper writing at last though i'm writing this for the sake of writing something though it maybe a bit funny. I'm gonna remind myself about the most sensitive part of my body.. my nose..!

Well, it needs no telling to people around me about my nose because it has been attracting undue attention over the past one week just because its all bandaged up. I am looking like a bandaged bandit right now and my friends have started to call me Barryman, probably something like superman, batman, and spiderman. I just hope that i don't let them down and will probably conjure some heroic attitude and performance at the right place and at the right time.

well.. coming to my pitiable story, it all happened on a drab sunday, the 29th of june, hours before the historic spanish victory in the euros. Well, what happened in my apartments was probably another epic battle, maybe not something like the euros, not because we are not in europe but in asia, but because it was really not that big an epic.

I went down to an arousing reception just like what german captain michael ballack received later that day. And yeah, he got injured too that day. The teams were split, and as usual, i was supposedly a very strong player among the lot, the "best" some people say but only i knew about how horrible i was going to perform. With sachin, and kaushik in my side, we were supposed to win all our games. But then, i don't remember winning anything that day except for a high ball which i went for, won and yeah.. got injured in the process.

Was it the stupidity of kaushik that caused my injury? Or was it my stupid attitude that drowned me? well.. talking about my very stupid attitude, what i actually meant was i was trying to show off that day, not show off to be precise but yeah, there were many on-lookers who were watching our game with interest, and i wanted to be the best player on the pitch. And then i was ditched. The ball went high. I went forward, kaushik came backward, and his spherical head banged into my already overpowered nose. Probably the best blooper of the year. i touched his head, and saw my hand, and i saw blood, it was a beautiful sight.

And i still remember what i said to him then,

"mate, you are bleeding, head injury"..

he checked it out.. and it was a negative.. and only then did i realize a stream gushing down my own nose. blood, and even worse, a bent nose, or rather.. a further bend to an already bent nose. It literally was pointing towards south when my eyes were looking towards the west. Had to push it back slowly and steadily back to a respectable position, say south by south west.

And yeah, i would like to thank the MRS pharmacy guys who showed great care and concern on the injured guy who had on numerous previous occasions sent the football rocketing into the shop. And alas ends the tale of the fallen hero. Hero? ok.. make it zero, coz i was no longer a hero after i fell. The rest.. is history, but yeah as i am running outta posts, i'll be pondering over that piece of history as well. Till then, its goodbye..!

the reason..

well.. i'm not supposed to post the real reason behind starting this blog.. because i'll end up getting criticized for putting up the personal lives of people on public.. i've already been in that state of jeopardy once and i can't afford to get into such a state again.

So here i go with a fake reason for starting this blog though it is true in a way. the 1413 steps?? well.. that was derived from the classic by alfred hitchcock "the 39 steps".. but 1413..? does it signify anything? yeah.. it probably does.. 14 being the day i was born on, though i consider by birthday to be the worst day every year. but then yeah, all these years, the number 14 has been a special one for me.. coming to the 13 part.. maybe its because 13 is close to 14.. and i can't rule out the possibility for the reason to be because its my register number at college.. and yeah, its considered to be an unlucky number, but to me.. its probably the luckiest number i've come across, hence the 13..!

i guess the data i've provided suffice for a proper explanation.. there you go.. the reason for this blog, or rather, the reason for that chosen url of mine.. you can find my posts here.. and these are mine.. copyright protected.. don't shamelessly copy em and use it for ur sake.. if any post here doesn't belong to me, then i'd have credited it to the person who wrote it..