War

They said it didn't happen 

in one moment; 

The decision took time 

to be sent; 

They said we have seen enough 

to have lost 

Waiting on border 

to recover the cost; 

Was it war of man, 

by man, for Man? 

A war that mankind lost 

A war in which kind men were lost 

How many times, 

will Mankind stoop? 

Let us attempt 

to break this loop 

Let us start with love and hope. 

Let's try to forget, the nightmare, 

and strengthen 

the resolve. 

So, Friends across, and brothers away, 

Lets come together, 

before light fades and Mankind dies, 

Let's go to get her, 

back to where she belongs, 

in our hearts, 

in our deeds and our thoughts

Lets wage a war with war itself, 

drive it to extinction for the Sun to shine, 

for you and me, 

and all that follows from it.

Reunion

It feels a long time back
When we knew each other
It feels a long time back
Since we knew no other.
Time flies
And so did we
Chasing better lives
That we had better be.
Some where between the lines
of emails, between nines to fives
lost in days of our lives
Chasing lovers, bosses and wives.
I remember your face
But forget the sound of your laughter
I have a nice place
But nothing to do after.
Some things get better with time
While some lose their rhyme.
Age untouched you
But I am a victim of the crime.
Some dreams are over taken
While some take over
I have had my share of both
and I know the reason you loathe.
Its for you I now long
Ever since a time so long
Looking for you if you would come along
Its with us we truly belong.

The Road Taken

He remembers the day he was
at the cross-roads at the pass.
Looking ahead and looking forward
At two roads and the herd
One, a path well trodden and well laid
To destinations within reach, without aid
The other, with leaves rotten and less traveled
Unknown turns and bends it held.
If only he were two and the choices, one
Would he have taken both and won.
And he was but a single soul
And his shoes carried his journey sole.
On the road less traveled, he took the bend
Unaware of the dangers he will have to fend
Doubts and questions sneak up like ghosts
Threatening to drown in an ocean with no coasts.
Every once in a while, he looked back
Staring into nothingness like a quack
A part of himself was left behind,
Of the darkness he was in, he was blind.
He told himself of stories of the reward,
That fortune favors the brave, not the coward
With love in his heart and courage in his cart
He kept himself from falling apart.
And there he was, there at last
At the end of his journey vast.
The ends of other's journeys were crowded
In the noise of maddening crowds, shrouded.
A lesser soul would have been tired
Satisfied with all it had tried.
He smiled at himself and looked behind
Asked himself if he liked the grind.
He shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

The Kid Krish

Spiderman

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దించిన తేది: జూన్ ౫, ౨౦౧౦ (June 5th, 2010)

My jinx with Electronics

I remember those days from school when I was a chronic loser of things. Tiffin boxes, water bottles, spoons, tiffin Box lids, pens, pencils, stencils, rubbers (eh, the eraser kind), geometry boxes (does anybody use them anymore??), books, currency notes, and what not! Not even a happy day as my b'day was immune to my losing. A Rs.50 lost on July 17th, 1989 is one of the worst b'day memories I would like to forget. But, I grew out of that phase. I simply stopped taking water bottles, so removing the potential chance of losing them ( I guess thats why I don't intake so much water, now), store my precious stuff at home, and relied on friends for their extra pens, pencils, and some times, extra geometry boxes, much to the chagrin of my teachers, my parents and sometimes of course, my friends, God bless them. Sometimes, I would realize that I had to pay my due to my friends, and would venture to share my stuff, but invariably I would face the loss of an item every once a while. Was I an insufferable amnesiac? Not exactly, cos I had most of the answers for most of the tests at school. Surely someone with poor memory wouldn't do so good at school! But, there I was, suffering the humiliation and deprecation caused due to constantly forgetting my stuff, facing the awkwardness of having to raise my hand in the middle of a test and having my teacher disrupt the blissful silence and gibberish whispers to declare, "Anybody has an extra pencil box"? God bless those poor souls who shared their stuff with me. Where would I be today without them?

As I grew up, this trait still has it's trail on my history. But it seems to me that it has evolved. I just don't lose stuff anymore. It is almost like I push them out of my life, aa, no scratch that.... I push them out of my reality, the dimensions that I inhabit, and make them one with a universe that I am not a part of. Ohkay, you probably realize that is an exaggeration, but live with me and you will sense my predicament. I am just not good at keeping stuff. May be I have the curse of the Midas touch. The bad kind. Now before you start your psycho-babble about "mr-looking-for-an-easy-way-out-by-labeling-self-a-loser-than-doing-anything-about-it", hear me out. Let me list the things that I have lost over the years, in recent memory:

1) Canon PowerShot A520 Camera: July 17th. 2005. A midnight cake with 24 candles blown, and yours truly blown away. An amazing, the-then-state-of-the-art-of-point-and-shoot-photography-camera was given to me as a Birthday gift, by some of my closest friends. I went to a fateful canoeing trip on that day, and as is my habit (for a second I thought habit spells like rabbit with an h. Whose spell am I in!) when am in the company of water, I couldn't stay dry for too long. As our boat capsized, my camera drowned in so much H2O, and mouth dried from my 'OHH!!!'....or more like a dramatic 'nnnnnnooooooooohhhhhhhhhh'.
2) My Sony Ericsson handset: Same day, Same story. Same canoe. Same water. Different electronics.
3) My Sony Ericsson handset: Same brand, Another instrument. Dont remember the day, but the phone slipped from my hand and fell through three floors of housing onto concrete ground. And I thought me and my phone shared a concrete relationship.
4) My friend's camera, Canon Powershot A510: Around July 25, 2005. Right within a week after losing my camera, I borrowed a friends (who was one of the ones that had gifted me the lost one) cos I wanted to snap myself with a friend who was visiting me. And guess what. Though we didn't go canoeing anywhere, the camera lost me in a library.
5) My first laptop: (Demise date: sometime in August 2006) I didn't exactly lose it, it just became unworkable. A Dell laptop that let me push its buttons (ohkaye, I will call it the keypad), got so charged up, that it refused to get charged by its adapter one fine day. The problem, was not in the charger, or the pin. It was in the motherboard that simply refused to accept the charge from the pin.
6) My second laptop: (Demise date: sometime in September 2008) A Dell 710m laptop (I should have known better, you'd say), but this was my favorite one. A small light laptop that was my light pal that worked fine for a couple of years. It still works fine, except for the small matter of its display. I think it was the inverter thats gone wrong (or whatever it is called ) but the display just wouldn't light up! That prompted me to buy my third!
7) My third laptop: Fortunately no demise date has been set, though there was a scare around March 2010.
8) and 9) These are unmentionables. These may not be even objects, they might as well have been people. I have not yet gotten over losing them, and it will be sometime before I get over that.
But I ask myself: Can I ever hold on to anything! or Anyone!!

You know how you are always looking over for some deep inner meaning behind everything that happens in your life? and opens up your mind!!! I keep wondering what lesson I must learn. Obviously, the biggest lesson is to NOT lose stuff. To be careful. To be self-aware. To be un-negligent. In Ross's (from Friends) terms, have "Unaagi" (or was it Salmon roll!!) But until then, may be I should stay away from electronics. Because of my jinx.
But underneath it all, may be there is a deeper lesson. May be All is not lost! May be Nothing in the world is lost or gained, but merely changes hands (the law of conversion of hands??)! Out of lost pencils and geometric boxes, I found friendship based on sharing. Out of wet cameras and cell phones, I learnt lessons about .... staying away from water as much as I can. Out of demised laptops I learnt not to trust Dell too much. Or any laptop older than 2 years, too much. And amongst them all I found friends and family who trust me inspite of all that I lost. May be thats what I was supposed to find. Everybody loses something sometime. Some more times than others. May be electronics will never find a safe haven in my life. And thats why I am happy that my friends are not charged. And their friendship will always be safe with me, because I don't own it. It owns me.