Excerpts from a chat conversation with a friend, circa December ’09. Friend: dont get offended if i tell u somthing k me: yeah? No, I wont. 😀 temme! Friend: u saw wake up sid rit..i thot that whole character was like u..i mean not like the whole immature thing.. 11:57 PM me: yeah. 🙂 😛… Continue reading Wake up Hari!
Category: Personal
Torment to Triumph
Those magic eyes in perennial sparkling-glory, And the vivacious smile that kills each worry, Have abruptly muted their radiating presence; Your face now betrays painful silence. Perhaps fate played its game unfair, Or you were overwhelmed with scare, A blitzkrieg of failure broke apart, All your hopes and crushed your heart! Before you resign to… Continue reading Torment to Triumph
Papa kehte hain, bada naam karega!
Last night, I was pursuing some long procrastinated work. The job was quite tedious and I had to sit up late into the night to get it done. As always, Amarok was blaring my favourite songs through my Creative 4.1, while I worked away. I’m in love with the Amarok shuffle algorithm – it beats… Continue reading Papa kehte hain, bada naam karega!
To G, with love.
A ‘ping’ was all it took; Not a gesture, voice, or look, Where books had many an angelic face, Back then, I met my sis at amazing pace, Adorable and cherubic, her smile, Vanished my pains in absolute guile; My tears evaporated in her voice, That gurgled like a river with poise. For many, she… Continue reading To G, with love.