Being a part of the security agencies and a non mumbaikar does provide me with another perspective.
Life surely hasn't changed as much as it ought to have. The public outrage while unprecedented, has lacked adequate focus despite the efforts of the few TV news channels we have, who have gone out of their way to propagate public outrage at the cost of being viewed as subjective.
The reason we have all given such attention to the Mumbai terror attack is because it has happened at the doorsteps of the country's elite. It has affected the best in the business and hit the dream city which also has a small place in every Indian's heart.
I hope this attack is a wake up call for all of us in the administration and security agencies. It ought to rouse our self centered politicians and amalgamate this nation of over a billion into a force to reckon with.
We ask for change. And the best place to begin it will be at one's own level. can we sustain the movement. Can we question our own actions. In the continuum of hectic life will we take time out for introspection. These are the pillars of change-a positive one, that our country needs and can have.
I beseech all muslims to consider themselves Indians first and muslims second like i ask all hindus to call themselves Indians first. The terrorists wanted India to target their own muslims and that should set things straight to all the naive and gullible youth.
I hope we all rise and shine.
Amen.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN- REVIEW
I have always liked Adam sandler movies. He has a innocence about him that is only rivalled by his comic timing. Detractors might point out his relatively modest budgets and limited cast. The promos got me to the theater on a weekend and alone.
The film is about Zohan, a unbelievably gifted Israeli solider, with immense physical strength (The special effects are good). He is bored with the unending low intensity operations that he has been carrying out for the Army and wants to follow his dream of becoming a hair dresser in America.
The movie is about how he fools army into believing he is dead, leaves for America and his making it big in America- in his own inmitable ways. The film is laced with lots of sex jokes, ribaldry of the highest order, pokes fun at the Arab Israeli dynamics and then puts it in perspective with them being similer immigrants in America. While the film seems to play on a simplistic solution to a very complex problem, it makes a hilarious proposition to moviegoers. If you are a woman, be willing to shed some delicacy back home and come prepared for some in your face crude gimmicks.
CAUTION: Middle aged women are goign to laugh their guts out, so wear a garb to hide your identity.
The film is about Zohan, a unbelievably gifted Israeli solider, with immense physical strength (The special effects are good). He is bored with the unending low intensity operations that he has been carrying out for the Army and wants to follow his dream of becoming a hair dresser in America.
The movie is about how he fools army into believing he is dead, leaves for America and his making it big in America- in his own inmitable ways. The film is laced with lots of sex jokes, ribaldry of the highest order, pokes fun at the Arab Israeli dynamics and then puts it in perspective with them being similer immigrants in America. While the film seems to play on a simplistic solution to a very complex problem, it makes a hilarious proposition to moviegoers. If you are a woman, be willing to shed some delicacy back home and come prepared for some in your face crude gimmicks.
CAUTION: Middle aged women are goign to laugh their guts out, so wear a garb to hide your identity.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
WELCOME TO SAJJANPUR -Review
Pardon me for any oversights that might occur by virtue of my having watched the movie over seven days back. The tickets were bought by a friend of mine and i did manage to reach just in time for the show. The knowledge that the film is by Shyam Benegal did surprise me. The narrative is through the eyes of a villager who completed his education before returning to the village. No, he did not get educated in some swanky college of Mumbai but a near by town in the hindi heartland. The language has a tinge of bhojpuri but makes perspicuous understanding. The first half of movie is entirely about weaving the pastoral lifestyle and the rustic ways of indian villages. A love story or two take birth with the depravity of changing social mores contributing to their hues. The sequences almost seems repetitive and one almost wants to jump into a break. And it does happen.
The second half gets more intense with political rallying, a murder here, a heart break there, some sacrifice and then it heads towards a relatively unimpressive ending.
I expected more from the film but having said that the film is dotted with some flawless performances most notably being the role of Shreyas Talpade. Every one else contributes well enough. watch the movie if you have nothing else to do on the weekend.
The second half gets more intense with political rallying, a murder here, a heart break there, some sacrifice and then it heads towards a relatively unimpressive ending.
I expected more from the film but having said that the film is dotted with some flawless performances most notably being the role of Shreyas Talpade. Every one else contributes well enough. watch the movie if you have nothing else to do on the weekend.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Stinking 'Sreedhar Theatre'
I am not too much of a historian. Nor am I a social scientist or someone with a degree in demographic and social studies. But I do take the credit for having a cosmopolitan view by virtue of having spent most of my younger days in south India despite being from far reaches of the young fold Himalayas.
Kerala has been a place with tremendous ironies for me. While I admire the cavernous houses for their spaciousness, the unique greenery of this state that evinces awe and envy to an outsider, I am also put off by the overly irascible demeanour of the shopkeepers here. I have been to several small restaurants and found them to be very neat and clean. The tinted glass doors and the stainless steel paraphernalia of the kitchen are as inviting as poker faced waiters are uninviting. It however is, in many way, a welcome change from what we are treated in most parts of the rest of the country. It is this fact that has forced me to write about the piteous state of the Sreedhar theatre in Cochin.
Cochin is the biggest city of Kerala and poised to become a tier II IT hub in the near future. Real estate prices are sky rocketing to dizzying heights as is the urban landscape of this city with high rises along the Cochin channel. This scenario makes the absence of a multiplex that much more pronounced. I wonder where all the keralites go to entertain themselves. While it is not unusual to see the higher end luxury cars frequent the roads of this city I am often forced to mull over the supposed destinations these belles attired in gracious sequins.
Now with out digressing any further, I would like to stake my claim for the crux of the matter here. I was out the other day to see a movie at the famous Sreedhar theatre which is situated at a prime location of the city next to the famous GCDA complex. While getting a ticket was not too difficult, the random way of allotting seats in the theatre did surprise me to no end. I found a couple of the couples in fact lying to people about the seats next to them saying that their friends were expected which in fact never happened till the end. I have watched movies in much smaller towns and much less civilized areas but never have I come across such organised chaos as was being displayed at what is arguably Cochin’s best theatre. Well, the worst was yet to come.
As the movie interrupted for a godsend break and I found my way to the toilet to relieve myself, it turned out my date with a horror of a bathroom. The stench welcomed me over twenty yards away and as I went closer the urge to pee seemed to subside in the fetid milieu. It truly was a toilet that should make any well meaning malyali put his head down in shame. If there was a foreigner in the theatre that day, I would have turned red with embarrassment. I am sure this in not the kind of toilets that we would like to see in the ‘God’s own land’. The kind of people who visit this theatre often drive in Pajeros and Skodas to the tiny parking space that exists outside it. A look around the ticketing area and you would spot at least a dozen millionaires. The people who come often come sporting ‘Police’ glasses and attired in luxury brands. And this is what they put up with.
How much does it cost to build good toilet in the land where the numbers of cars on road exceeds the number of two wheelers? Would it mean an increase in ticket prices by five rupees? So be it. Show me the toilet of the house I want to rent and I will know how the rest of the house is likely to look.
I am terribly disappointed with the governance of the Sreedhar theatre and the average Cochin Movie goer. I wish communism meant more the just strikes and bandhs. I have known malyalis for their pride and self respect. This toilet seems to tell me the other side of the story.
PS: I have steered clear of other topics such as Crowd behaviour in the theatre
Kerala has been a place with tremendous ironies for me. While I admire the cavernous houses for their spaciousness, the unique greenery of this state that evinces awe and envy to an outsider, I am also put off by the overly irascible demeanour of the shopkeepers here. I have been to several small restaurants and found them to be very neat and clean. The tinted glass doors and the stainless steel paraphernalia of the kitchen are as inviting as poker faced waiters are uninviting. It however is, in many way, a welcome change from what we are treated in most parts of the rest of the country. It is this fact that has forced me to write about the piteous state of the Sreedhar theatre in Cochin.
Cochin is the biggest city of Kerala and poised to become a tier II IT hub in the near future. Real estate prices are sky rocketing to dizzying heights as is the urban landscape of this city with high rises along the Cochin channel. This scenario makes the absence of a multiplex that much more pronounced. I wonder where all the keralites go to entertain themselves. While it is not unusual to see the higher end luxury cars frequent the roads of this city I am often forced to mull over the supposed destinations these belles attired in gracious sequins.
Now with out digressing any further, I would like to stake my claim for the crux of the matter here. I was out the other day to see a movie at the famous Sreedhar theatre which is situated at a prime location of the city next to the famous GCDA complex. While getting a ticket was not too difficult, the random way of allotting seats in the theatre did surprise me to no end. I found a couple of the couples in fact lying to people about the seats next to them saying that their friends were expected which in fact never happened till the end. I have watched movies in much smaller towns and much less civilized areas but never have I come across such organised chaos as was being displayed at what is arguably Cochin’s best theatre. Well, the worst was yet to come.
As the movie interrupted for a godsend break and I found my way to the toilet to relieve myself, it turned out my date with a horror of a bathroom. The stench welcomed me over twenty yards away and as I went closer the urge to pee seemed to subside in the fetid milieu. It truly was a toilet that should make any well meaning malyali put his head down in shame. If there was a foreigner in the theatre that day, I would have turned red with embarrassment. I am sure this in not the kind of toilets that we would like to see in the ‘God’s own land’. The kind of people who visit this theatre often drive in Pajeros and Skodas to the tiny parking space that exists outside it. A look around the ticketing area and you would spot at least a dozen millionaires. The people who come often come sporting ‘Police’ glasses and attired in luxury brands. And this is what they put up with.
How much does it cost to build good toilet in the land where the numbers of cars on road exceeds the number of two wheelers? Would it mean an increase in ticket prices by five rupees? So be it. Show me the toilet of the house I want to rent and I will know how the rest of the house is likely to look.
I am terribly disappointed with the governance of the Sreedhar theatre and the average Cochin Movie goer. I wish communism meant more the just strikes and bandhs. I have known malyalis for their pride and self respect. This toilet seems to tell me the other side of the story.
PS: I have steered clear of other topics such as Crowd behaviour in the theatre
Review of the Film "Rock On(Hindi)”
Cast: Farhan Akhatar, Arjun Rampal among others
Co Directed and produced by Farhan Akhatar
The film begins with a Hinglish rock song and begins creating the picture the director envisaged. The opening scene is well crafted. As the film progresses we come to know of lives that four men who seem to be socio-economically apart but are on a similar plane as far as their personal lives are concerned. While one is living a limited marriage, another is living on his wife's pay, the third is inefficient at his father’s enterprise while the fourth is doing nothing and seems to be in the most unenviable state. Two of the four are married and one has a kid as well. The film creates two parallel sequence of events which are temporally 10 years apart. While the style is catchy, the plot gets slow as the film approaches the one hour mark. From then on, the movie gets slower and the whiff of freshness that it began with, begins to wear away and you suddenly are looking forward to the intermission.
The film picks up pace in the second half as the reviews that got me to the theatre seem to vindicate themselves. The ensuing hour manages to snatch back a lot of grace. Almost all the scenes are flawless; the one that seems out of place is where Mascaranes and co hop across Mumbai in half a minute.
Do go for the movie, if you like good individual performances and flowing screenplay. But avoid it if you are looking for a gung ho, upbeat party time movie. This one's more intense that you would have thought.
Kudos to all the actors for a good job done.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
The message is loud and clear- CHINA's OLYMPICS
Hello Friends,Having read your views, I thought i should express mine as well. First of all, I must tell you that I am an Indian and we as indians look at the chinese with suspicion. They have given us a bloody nose in the war of 1962 and we can never forget that. Now this background should lend credibility what i am about to say.In the past few years, China , as a subject of my intrest has amazed me to no end. I have been a staunch critique in public while have privately admired them. But all that has changed now. I have come to respect the chinese as a race, as people , and as human beings for their pride, for their dedication and their commitment. If i were to wager today as to who would rule to world 50 years hence, I would emphatically say, if it has to be someone, it would be China. They have been steadfast and at the same time adapatable. Their foriegn policies have been subject to widespread criticism but that too would die down nice and slow as China grows from strength to strength. The hyper critical western media doesn't even realise that the might of China is not the present, It is the future itself. The grandiose opening ceremony was a message to the entire world, that China has arrived. The grandeur and pomp of that evening could bring a dead man alive, It sure sent a chill down my spine. The military precision that was a hallmark of each of their activity was a showcase that shall be unmatched for it's human element. The months of training and sweat and blood that went into making that flawless show can evince nothing but admiration from a perverse critic. The smiles on the faces of the people who performed was a sign of the change that China wants the world to see and also was a subtle way to calm the nerves of all the military thinkers worldwide.It was perfection at it's very best. It was symbolism that was well made use of. It was a sign to things to come. It was China all the way. The Medal tally was only a translation of their message so that all your simpletons can read it clearly as I have.
Thank You. amit2992@yahoo.com (as posted in another blog)
Thank You. amit2992@yahoo.com (as posted in another blog)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My frustration..
The most frustrating thing for me is the knowledge that I am a part of a country that has bred ignorance, bigotry and hypocrisy. I am frustrated by the fact that our rulers are the worst leaders this country ever had. I am despondent at the knowledge that we elect as our representatives, people who can buy, sell and kill to get there.
I am frustrated at the thought that I am tiny drop in this ocean of ever growing humanity that symbolizes nothing more than lack of planning and bereavement of the will to work at the highest level.
I am deeply pained at the knowledge that so many of our sons and daughters have bled at our borders to protect us from outsiders while the worst of evil rules us from our very own Vidhan sabhas.
It frustrates me to think that, as we, the lucky and suave deliberate here for no rime or reason in a forum that shall have nothing to do with our nation, there is a man out there in the dark knee deep in his trench, keeping a vigil, there is woman out there who is doing the late shift with the worry that she has to get back safely to her house with a narrow alley on the way to cross, that there is a man out there working hard unconcerned of supervision and working for his pride.
It frustrates me to know that a nation of over a billion doesn't have the spine to stand up put a claim for a medal at the most of noble of duels..on the sports field.
The awareness that I am born in a race that excels at nothing but pulling each other down, a race that can do no good to itself or the world, a race of people who have no regard for basic humane principle of work ethics, a race that is prudish in public and prurient in private, a race that is weak physically and deranged mentally and a race that in unwilling to look in the mirror and call spade a spade frustrates me to no end.
I am frustrated at the thought that I am tiny drop in this ocean of ever growing humanity that symbolizes nothing more than lack of planning and bereavement of the will to work at the highest level.
I am deeply pained at the knowledge that so many of our sons and daughters have bled at our borders to protect us from outsiders while the worst of evil rules us from our very own Vidhan sabhas.
It frustrates me to think that, as we, the lucky and suave deliberate here for no rime or reason in a forum that shall have nothing to do with our nation, there is a man out there in the dark knee deep in his trench, keeping a vigil, there is woman out there who is doing the late shift with the worry that she has to get back safely to her house with a narrow alley on the way to cross, that there is a man out there working hard unconcerned of supervision and working for his pride.
It frustrates me to know that a nation of over a billion doesn't have the spine to stand up put a claim for a medal at the most of noble of duels..on the sports field.
The awareness that I am born in a race that excels at nothing but pulling each other down, a race that can do no good to itself or the world, a race of people who have no regard for basic humane principle of work ethics, a race that is prudish in public and prurient in private, a race that is weak physically and deranged mentally and a race that in unwilling to look in the mirror and call spade a spade frustrates me to no end.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The walk
As pregnant clouds loom above
I hope they are filled with love
I march ahead to the beats
To a place where the sky and earth meet
Sounds of birds, music to my ears
A pat on the back, admiration from peers
These are the thoughts that float in my mind
Soaking in sweat, a product of the grind
Of the millions of them made worldwide
Stacked a few are in the pack on my side
Each of them created to fight of my safety
In a hope that the enemy doesn’t have one for me
Every step I take in the walk ahead
Takes me closer to the goal at the end
Yet, I am as good as I was then
A part of the crowd I was when
I walk and I walk, aware and alert
Fighting the bushes, clearing the dirt
The long trudge is for my cup of gold
The paradise beyond the horizon, I am told
I hope they are filled with love
I march ahead to the beats
To a place where the sky and earth meet
Sounds of birds, music to my ears
A pat on the back, admiration from peers
These are the thoughts that float in my mind
Soaking in sweat, a product of the grind
Of the millions of them made worldwide
Stacked a few are in the pack on my side
Each of them created to fight of my safety
In a hope that the enemy doesn’t have one for me
Every step I take in the walk ahead
Takes me closer to the goal at the end
Yet, I am as good as I was then
A part of the crowd I was when
I walk and I walk, aware and alert
Fighting the bushes, clearing the dirt
The long trudge is for my cup of gold
The paradise beyond the horizon, I am told
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My experience on the Volvo-10 Jun 08
The Volvo bus is a monster of the road. it is the veritable tiger of the Indian road. The other buses with similar build albeit of far inferior material and finish seem clones from a different era. It seems to be the Sachin Tendulkar of the roads while the other vehicles seem a school boys’ cricket team. It devours every vehicle in a jiffy. The effortless ease with which it accelerates leaving behind not only the Tatas and Marutis but also the Hondas and Toyotas is a sight to behold.
As it bides its time behind a slower vehicle to avoid the oncoming traffic on a narrow road, it resembles a tiger ready to pounce on a rabbit. The effortless ease with which it accelerates past the vanquished is a sight to behold. The overtaking is more like a Pulsar overtaking a TVS 50 or a more apt comparison would be a Hayabusa taking on a Pulsar, only in this case with out breaking a sweat. It's amazing to see a bus with such incredible power yet such noiseless demeanour. The only time it seems to make a wee bit of ruffle is when it breaks to stop. Such is the magnificence of the air suspension that the bus on stopping swings like a pendulum with series of dampening oscillations thus ensuring complete comfort to the passenger.
The passengers inside are supremely comfortable. This is taking luxury to new heights. Others on the road only watch in awe as this monster takes on the shameful Indian roads. Such is the comfort level of the driver that he streaks past the traffic with ridiculous ease. The bumpy road can make all but a little ruffle in a faint corner of the driver's mind as he can seldom feel any of those unruly undulations. This is really the cutting edge of bus technology
The bus has been furnished with 44 world class seats which can be reclined. It has a plasma TV snugly fitted and two light screens avoid any back scatter to disturb the driver. The seats are a wee bit closer and I suspect that it's an Indian custom made design and hence the sleeping comfort is slightly suspect. There exists ample space for the baggage underneath the passenger cabin. The elevated passenger cabin results in expedient space for luggage which also contributed to the overall stability of the bus. There also exists a sun roof in the centreline alley and would double as an escape hatch should this incredible controllable, remarkably cutting edge and amazingly safe machine suffer the misfortune of an accident.
This bus takes the on road experience to another plane. Come on all you friends, you are invited to the party.
As it bides its time behind a slower vehicle to avoid the oncoming traffic on a narrow road, it resembles a tiger ready to pounce on a rabbit. The effortless ease with which it accelerates past the vanquished is a sight to behold. The overtaking is more like a Pulsar overtaking a TVS 50 or a more apt comparison would be a Hayabusa taking on a Pulsar, only in this case with out breaking a sweat. It's amazing to see a bus with such incredible power yet such noiseless demeanour. The only time it seems to make a wee bit of ruffle is when it breaks to stop. Such is the magnificence of the air suspension that the bus on stopping swings like a pendulum with series of dampening oscillations thus ensuring complete comfort to the passenger.
The passengers inside are supremely comfortable. This is taking luxury to new heights. Others on the road only watch in awe as this monster takes on the shameful Indian roads. Such is the comfort level of the driver that he streaks past the traffic with ridiculous ease. The bumpy road can make all but a little ruffle in a faint corner of the driver's mind as he can seldom feel any of those unruly undulations. This is really the cutting edge of bus technology
The bus has been furnished with 44 world class seats which can be reclined. It has a plasma TV snugly fitted and two light screens avoid any back scatter to disturb the driver. The seats are a wee bit closer and I suspect that it's an Indian custom made design and hence the sleeping comfort is slightly suspect. There exists ample space for the baggage underneath the passenger cabin. The elevated passenger cabin results in expedient space for luggage which also contributed to the overall stability of the bus. There also exists a sun roof in the centreline alley and would double as an escape hatch should this incredible controllable, remarkably cutting edge and amazingly safe machine suffer the misfortune of an accident.
This bus takes the on road experience to another plane. Come on all you friends, you are invited to the party.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
My good Angel
The world was a very sad place
Covered with darkness, laced with haze
A hideous beast with an abominable face
The nightmare of every hermit, every sage
The worried gods looked to earth and said
A hell I have made, all gory and red
It reeks of fear and emanates dread
With every man baying for anothers head
The gods had to atone for the blunder done
For million misguided they had a blessed one
Spread they were evenly in earthly crowd
To guide the unholy, palliate the proud
Simple their outlook, Humility their strength
Whatever their talent, they displayed only one tenth
Smile they do, despite odds in an ominous stack
They make up by attitude, by strength what they lack
Destined I was to find one such resplendent gem
Beautiful in the skin she was a creme da la creme
A picture of simplicity, she embodied so much love
Impossible to forget her I remember her even now
In her presence she was a harbinger of light
She came, she conquered, and her every action was upright
Her absence left memories and a humongous void
Mind is a dizzy, Heart sunk and life was devoid
Time was the healer which saved me
Her memories pulled me, mired I was till the knee
A word or two from her have resuscitated life
The smiles are returning as ends the strife
Covered with darkness, laced with haze
A hideous beast with an abominable face
The nightmare of every hermit, every sage
The worried gods looked to earth and said
A hell I have made, all gory and red
It reeks of fear and emanates dread
With every man baying for anothers head
The gods had to atone for the blunder done
For million misguided they had a blessed one
Spread they were evenly in earthly crowd
To guide the unholy, palliate the proud
Simple their outlook, Humility their strength
Whatever their talent, they displayed only one tenth
Smile they do, despite odds in an ominous stack
They make up by attitude, by strength what they lack
Destined I was to find one such resplendent gem
Beautiful in the skin she was a creme da la creme
A picture of simplicity, she embodied so much love
Impossible to forget her I remember her even now
In her presence she was a harbinger of light
She came, she conquered, and her every action was upright
Her absence left memories and a humongous void
Mind is a dizzy, Heart sunk and life was devoid
Time was the healer which saved me
Her memories pulled me, mired I was till the knee
A word or two from her have resuscitated life
The smiles are returning as ends the strife
..I should have been dead yesterday..
Lived my way, I paid no heed
Unsolicited advices from others!
I chose to do my deed
Notwithstanding advices from brothers
Rashness has been and will be
my way it shall, come what may
A heady cocktail, yes that's me
Choosing the path were the dangers lay
I trust at will the distrust on anvil
I see no end before I make the plunge
My gut rules even when the time is still
Fear is my asset for it makes me lunge
My highs are brief, foretell they doom
I foresee the future and yet am on the move
My ebbs as brief, before I see the loom
My faith is back before I ever begin to rue
In a moment of truth, to enemy I gave the gun
Cold feel on my temple had quite a different say
From false bravery, cowardice I went to shun
Now I realise, I could have been dead yesterday
© Amit Khanduri Mar 2008
Unsolicited advices from others!
I chose to do my deed
Notwithstanding advices from brothers
Rashness has been and will be
my way it shall, come what may
A heady cocktail, yes that's me
Choosing the path were the dangers lay
I trust at will the distrust on anvil
I see no end before I make the plunge
My gut rules even when the time is still
Fear is my asset for it makes me lunge
My highs are brief, foretell they doom
I foresee the future and yet am on the move
My ebbs as brief, before I see the loom
My faith is back before I ever begin to rue
In a moment of truth, to enemy I gave the gun
Cold feel on my temple had quite a different say
From false bravery, cowardice I went to shun
Now I realise, I could have been dead yesterday
© Amit Khanduri Mar 2008
Imperfect
Slitty eyes, nose that beaks
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
Vote for a Change
Righteousness based on what is fake
Forcing you till you can't anymore take
You wished you turned back into an ape
For the beginners, that's Indian red tape
Country's scourge, a community's bake
All for the social animal's sake
Hope like an islet between a lake
i give you on it my humble take
This is a call for you to awake
All for you mate! For your sake
Hard for one, where ever you rake
No easy answer this, not a easy cake
Scrap it, with every push a new flake
Expose the rot, shine the strake
Whatever you do, what ever you make
Don’t for once think my effort is fake
Serpentine queues, a lifelong wait
Underhand deals, the commonest bait
Democracy came to us quite late
It is now ours and it's our fate
The protectors we have come to hate
They fleece us at every gate
We run in circles for our date
Be it the court or for the tax rebate
A ray of hope, a form to create
To find in crowd, a noble prelate
He is answer to the debate
A rejoinder to the puzzle first rate
That’s me you should choose to quote
I am your man and i need your vote
Repeat with me, Amit should be your rote
I will uphold promises, the crowd I’ll dote
The future's bright with me, it’s not a tote
I’ll rule just, and save this sinking boat
i am after egalitarianism, not the note
All I ask from you simpletons is a small little vote
I’ll be the leader you ask me to be
That all ends well, a promise I shall see
He who vouches for me, my friend he'll be
And who doesn’t my wrath he shall see
The Voting lines are open in 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1, 0 secs…..Call now!
Forcing you till you can't anymore take
You wished you turned back into an ape
For the beginners, that's Indian red tape
Country's scourge, a community's bake
All for the social animal's sake
Hope like an islet between a lake
i give you on it my humble take
This is a call for you to awake
All for you mate! For your sake
Hard for one, where ever you rake
No easy answer this, not a easy cake
Scrap it, with every push a new flake
Expose the rot, shine the strake
Whatever you do, what ever you make
Don’t for once think my effort is fake
Serpentine queues, a lifelong wait
Underhand deals, the commonest bait
Democracy came to us quite late
It is now ours and it's our fate
The protectors we have come to hate
They fleece us at every gate
We run in circles for our date
Be it the court or for the tax rebate
A ray of hope, a form to create
To find in crowd, a noble prelate
He is answer to the debate
A rejoinder to the puzzle first rate
That’s me you should choose to quote
I am your man and i need your vote
Repeat with me, Amit should be your rote
I will uphold promises, the crowd I’ll dote
The future's bright with me, it’s not a tote
I’ll rule just, and save this sinking boat
i am after egalitarianism, not the note
All I ask from you simpletons is a small little vote
I’ll be the leader you ask me to be
That all ends well, a promise I shall see
He who vouches for me, my friend he'll be
And who doesn’t my wrath he shall see
The Voting lines are open in 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1, 0 secs…..Call now!
William of Catenberry
Genes of a royalty and face of a moon
William of Catenberry was born at noon
an ounce heavier than the ordinary child
in mouth was the proverbial silver spoon
William of catenberry was a child of deeds
Spoke so less, the boy had little needs
His infancy he spent in dales of England
School and college were done at Leeds
With eyes his mom's and the height of his dad
William of catenberry grew into a handsome lad
He grew fondness for lovely little Tess
Tess loved him back and never made him sad
William of catenberry married lovely little Tess
The ceremony was opulent as was her dress
They crossed the church square hand in hand
vowing to celebrate each other's happiness
The couple became three at first anniversary
Making they were their own family tree
Things began to sour after the second child came
Tess it seemed, finally wanted to be free
The initiative was Tesss' she chose to find a lover
Europe their playground, their haunt the Eiffel tower
New love was in, life charted course of its own
An Egyptian prince was the new owner of this flower
The paparazzi chased them day and night
They were eye candies being shot at sight
A high speed chase down the French tunnel
was what brought the whole episode to light
The prince with his princess met the death this way
champions they became for the world today
In vice, death brought upon them such glory
which two lives could never have conveyed
William of Catenberry was born at noon
an ounce heavier than the ordinary child
in mouth was the proverbial silver spoon
William of catenberry was a child of deeds
Spoke so less, the boy had little needs
His infancy he spent in dales of England
School and college were done at Leeds
With eyes his mom's and the height of his dad
William of catenberry grew into a handsome lad
He grew fondness for lovely little Tess
Tess loved him back and never made him sad
William of catenberry married lovely little Tess
The ceremony was opulent as was her dress
They crossed the church square hand in hand
vowing to celebrate each other's happiness
The couple became three at first anniversary
Making they were their own family tree
Things began to sour after the second child came
Tess it seemed, finally wanted to be free
The initiative was Tesss' she chose to find a lover
Europe their playground, their haunt the Eiffel tower
New love was in, life charted course of its own
An Egyptian prince was the new owner of this flower
The paparazzi chased them day and night
They were eye candies being shot at sight
A high speed chase down the French tunnel
was what brought the whole episode to light
The prince with his princess met the death this way
champions they became for the world today
In vice, death brought upon them such glory
which two lives could never have conveyed
Still Life
My mind is blank like a white paper
My thoughts are empty forever
My fingers move on their own
My fingers delve on the unknown
My heart beats on one rhythm
The drum beat is always humdrum
The thread has gone threadbare
and silently it remains over there
My eyes are out of focus
They convey a story very bogus
Frays are formed at empty spaces
The wrinkles are mute on my face
The fall of raindrops makes no difference
I still see life through the opaque lens
I wait for my turn every time
Standing doesn’t make me whine
External stimuli is only an adjunct
My feelings to them are defunct
I obey my master with out question
Disobedience is out of my bastion
I seek no friend or companion
Or an yearly holiday or trip to Grand Canyon
I am content with the regular service
I am content being a dervish
I look forward to only one thing
and that is regular maintenance and my annual servicing
I am not your usual robot, sir
I belong to lineage of the great super surfer!
My thoughts are empty forever
My fingers move on their own
My fingers delve on the unknown
My heart beats on one rhythm
The drum beat is always humdrum
The thread has gone threadbare
and silently it remains over there
My eyes are out of focus
They convey a story very bogus
Frays are formed at empty spaces
The wrinkles are mute on my face
The fall of raindrops makes no difference
I still see life through the opaque lens
I wait for my turn every time
Standing doesn’t make me whine
External stimuli is only an adjunct
My feelings to them are defunct
I obey my master with out question
Disobedience is out of my bastion
I seek no friend or companion
Or an yearly holiday or trip to Grand Canyon
I am content with the regular service
I am content being a dervish
I look forward to only one thing
and that is regular maintenance and my annual servicing
I am not your usual robot, sir
I belong to lineage of the great super surfer!
Conundrum of Modern Life
Higher, faster, richer
We want everything so quick
Sloughing away obstacles
Our new love is grandeur and slick
Nothing succeeds like success
This defines our approach
Wealth creation is admired
A slowdown we do loathe
Slowness, patience, conscience are passé
As economic indices soar
Shahrukh and sex sell
and the economic engine roars
The Indian juggernaut rolls
and aspirations rocket sky high
The balloon blown to monstrous proportions
the tipping point is nigh
Brace yourself, invest some time
in human values endured
Returns might take a long time coming
but goodwill is assured
We want everything so quick
Sloughing away obstacles
Our new love is grandeur and slick
Nothing succeeds like success
This defines our approach
Wealth creation is admired
A slowdown we do loathe
Slowness, patience, conscience are passé
As economic indices soar
Shahrukh and sex sell
and the economic engine roars
The Indian juggernaut rolls
and aspirations rocket sky high
The balloon blown to monstrous proportions
the tipping point is nigh
Brace yourself, invest some time
in human values endured
Returns might take a long time coming
but goodwill is assured
Afflictions of a twisted heart
Prolonged introspection, lengthy debates
Innards of a twisted mind are hard to decipher
Unique place this, where good and evil mate
The left verses right, death verses a lifer
Thoughts like shadows, changing with time
An urban landscape with Tumult, neighbouring serenity
Poor eyes, can only try to convey the chaos behind
yet fail repeatedly with desperate futility
A crooning mouth seldom gives away the mood
Of the pains camouflaged so carefully within
Pinnacle of sensitivity wrapped in demeanour rude
Shying away from sympathy or empathy akin
Knots of kneading twists that cannot be undone
By pulling hard or cutting the Gordian knot
A gentle blow, a listening ear yes, but never the gun
Inconsiderate recourse as indiscretion making it even taut
Incurable yet, it is not. Rose it from a broken heart
Tempering abounding, shall open the twists
The gates shall open, show a little patience at the start
Forget not, a twisted mind resulted from a twisted heart
Innards of a twisted mind are hard to decipher
Unique place this, where good and evil mate
The left verses right, death verses a lifer
Thoughts like shadows, changing with time
An urban landscape with Tumult, neighbouring serenity
Poor eyes, can only try to convey the chaos behind
yet fail repeatedly with desperate futility
A crooning mouth seldom gives away the mood
Of the pains camouflaged so carefully within
Pinnacle of sensitivity wrapped in demeanour rude
Shying away from sympathy or empathy akin
Knots of kneading twists that cannot be undone
By pulling hard or cutting the Gordian knot
A gentle blow, a listening ear yes, but never the gun
Inconsiderate recourse as indiscretion making it even taut
Incurable yet, it is not. Rose it from a broken heart
Tempering abounding, shall open the twists
The gates shall open, show a little patience at the start
Forget not, a twisted mind resulted from a twisted heart
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Imperfect
Slitty eyes, nose that beaks
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
Uncontrollable hair begging tweaks
Brows pronounced and a nasal twinge
Longish fingers looking like syringe
Cindy with a difference, mole on the sole
Teeth displaced, like football goals
Ears imperfect, growing like leaves
Breasts that only get seen on a heave
Hands with muscles that just show up
A profile that's a guy's with out the cups
Gait a mixture of trot and tease
Passing year adding to my skin another crease
I am sad that am far from perfect
I have every flaw conceivable, every defect
God take me out of this hell
Where only the best products sell
Please listen to my humble plea
I do not even date the reflection of me
Every passing day I sink into deeper abyss
As around I see beautiful people in bliss
The god appeared to her heart rending appeal
With her he struck the favourable deal
He gave her ‘beauty’ to her hearts desire
Lifted her from the sadness of her quagmire
Smiles returned to her, her ‘beauty’ the talk of the town
Her hair golden and milky skin she tanned to brown
Hazel her eyes playing foil to gleaming lips
Hourglass her shape with breast complementing hips
Men came drooling, like bees to a flower
Each one with singular aim, to be her lover
Women turned green at sight of her
She basked in the glory as it sank into her
She was the cynosure, she forgot her friends of yore
As begging attention were drones at the door
Surrounded by attention from morn till night
She forgot to differentiate, wrong from right
The modesty soon gave way, arrived conceit
Immersing in arrogance was she from head to feet
Wars began in her, conscience lost every time
Tough times she forgot in favourable climes
An honest little fellow walked up to her
Conveying his appreciation with a reddish flower
Offending in the process this lovely lass
How could she stoop to such a mediocre trash?
©Amit Khanduri March 2008
Confounded?
Hope you are not lost in an unprecedented trance.
Music for lost cause. A reason with out a rational.
A cul-de-sac. An unending journey to stark nothingness
Here I Expose my remarkable asset of ignorance.
The reason to end a saga of compromise. the maudlin of conspiracy.
Are you still in? Or done like the crowd of superficial fools,a bunch
of incongruous cretins in a foolish round of aimless charade!
I hopelessly pray for the non compliance of this diabolic prophesy.
A prognosis defying the pale of sanity and rebuffing prayers of goodwill.
Will all this seemingly bilge proposition undo years of desultory balderdash.
Will an era of pointless nitpicking contribute to a generation of smug nincompoops
A drove of hapless gnats,a lost cause, an act of unreasonable kindness.
Praise be thine to have understood this farcical exposition
An inexplicable tale of mindless bluster, a homily of a sanctimonious
soothsayer, a pantomime of truth, a travesty of justice. Time is right
for thine to cuss this bravado, the hellish pride of misplaced
values, the weight of ignorance, the paragon of evil, the quintessential malignance
The soul of a mangy canine, the personification of darkness,
a wicked plot and remarkable pussilanimosity. Hell truly hath no fury as yours truly scorned and your sordid presences played its spiteful part in upping the ante and raise the wordy exposition to false firmament of fame.
Undeservedly so!!
Music for lost cause. A reason with out a rational.
A cul-de-sac. An unending journey to stark nothingness
Here I Expose my remarkable asset of ignorance.
The reason to end a saga of compromise. the maudlin of conspiracy.
Are you still in? Or done like the crowd of superficial fools,a bunch
of incongruous cretins in a foolish round of aimless charade!
I hopelessly pray for the non compliance of this diabolic prophesy.
A prognosis defying the pale of sanity and rebuffing prayers of goodwill.
Will all this seemingly bilge proposition undo years of desultory balderdash.
Will an era of pointless nitpicking contribute to a generation of smug nincompoops
A drove of hapless gnats,a lost cause, an act of unreasonable kindness.
Praise be thine to have understood this farcical exposition
An inexplicable tale of mindless bluster, a homily of a sanctimonious
soothsayer, a pantomime of truth, a travesty of justice. Time is right
for thine to cuss this bravado, the hellish pride of misplaced
values, the weight of ignorance, the paragon of evil, the quintessential malignance
The soul of a mangy canine, the personification of darkness,
a wicked plot and remarkable pussilanimosity. Hell truly hath no fury as yours truly scorned and your sordid presences played its spiteful part in upping the ante and raise the wordy exposition to false firmament of fame.
Undeservedly so!!
The saga of Betrayals-My soul
He is epitome of sadness, pityful his eyes
Haggard; injustice to the word. From work he shies
He plays with iniquity; he is one among the clique
Every well wish of his with tongue in his cheek
He remains silent, playing with his hideous side
Investing when the bulls rule, his time he bides
With the flow he moves, the ruler of the tides
The king of hyperbole. At once Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
He roams free and at the same time cages deeds
He plays his cards right. Evil, his regular need
Sowing seeds of hatred, shutting the door of sanity
He thrives in conceit, his magnum opus is vanity
He is the one placing a choice where there's none
Cheering for profligacy, patting your back when it’s done
The motive for every crime, the profit on every dime
It is what blurs lines to accentuate the mime
The pride in a battle of deceit, that feeling 'nice'
That extra chide, when a simple word would suffice
That feeling of elation at the neighbours fall
That scorn at the destitute, and then feeling so tall
The reason for writing a sad piece of solace
Facing it myself and throwing it on the readers face
All this is it, that’s floating me, them and you too
Only caricatured here, presented with words new
Haggard; injustice to the word. From work he shies
He plays with iniquity; he is one among the clique
Every well wish of his with tongue in his cheek
He remains silent, playing with his hideous side
Investing when the bulls rule, his time he bides
With the flow he moves, the ruler of the tides
The king of hyperbole. At once Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
He roams free and at the same time cages deeds
He plays his cards right. Evil, his regular need
Sowing seeds of hatred, shutting the door of sanity
He thrives in conceit, his magnum opus is vanity
He is the one placing a choice where there's none
Cheering for profligacy, patting your back when it’s done
The motive for every crime, the profit on every dime
It is what blurs lines to accentuate the mime
The pride in a battle of deceit, that feeling 'nice'
That extra chide, when a simple word would suffice
That feeling of elation at the neighbours fall
That scorn at the destitute, and then feeling so tall
The reason for writing a sad piece of solace
Facing it myself and throwing it on the readers face
All this is it, that’s floating me, them and you too
Only caricatured here, presented with words new
Funny Flight
I quit Quantas for the quantum of quality was questionable
From Honduras to Honolulu, hearsays galore, honorarium hardly any
Men with meaningful mien meddled me with masterful measure
A funny sort but fat flatulent with his filthy farts only forced the pressure
The craft relied on regular routers, rarely were there children n old
It had sportsmen of sorts, political bandits with their women in shorts
There was this scruffy temperamental Arab with a loose burnoose
The ones from South America spoke gibberish and had a short fuse
There were quirks quite many; queery quietitude hid the quiet din
There was an odd magician, his only trick to tickle the politician
Among the regulars was a self proclaimed 'champion' of tennis
Next to him sat the athlete of Venice who had the 'longest penis'
The starboard side was dominated by the goons of Columbia
They did heroin, played sudoku and again did heroin
Some of em had long beards and one called himself, Che guerra
When ever tempers flew, they kicked each other in the groin
There was a fatso, a woman with bulbous boobs belying her race
She occupied three seats and her nipples touched her face
The old man in the corner was eccentric and spooky
His totem were his proxy, his incantations meant he was no rookie
The flight attendants were in a league of their own
The tallest was 3 feet tall and had no hip bone
The chef in Ist class pantry was a spectacle to behold
He had three front teeth missing and one made of gold
The pilots were blind in one eye and team work saw them through
When they had to pee, they handed the joystick to the crew
I was the one sane person in this flight to nowhere
And here I was landing the plane as part of the captain's 'truth or dare'
From Honduras to Honolulu, hearsays galore, honorarium hardly any
Men with meaningful mien meddled me with masterful measure
A funny sort but fat flatulent with his filthy farts only forced the pressure
The craft relied on regular routers, rarely were there children n old
It had sportsmen of sorts, political bandits with their women in shorts
There was this scruffy temperamental Arab with a loose burnoose
The ones from South America spoke gibberish and had a short fuse
There were quirks quite many; queery quietitude hid the quiet din
There was an odd magician, his only trick to tickle the politician
Among the regulars was a self proclaimed 'champion' of tennis
Next to him sat the athlete of Venice who had the 'longest penis'
The starboard side was dominated by the goons of Columbia
They did heroin, played sudoku and again did heroin
Some of em had long beards and one called himself, Che guerra
When ever tempers flew, they kicked each other in the groin
There was a fatso, a woman with bulbous boobs belying her race
She occupied three seats and her nipples touched her face
The old man in the corner was eccentric and spooky
His totem were his proxy, his incantations meant he was no rookie
The flight attendants were in a league of their own
The tallest was 3 feet tall and had no hip bone
The chef in Ist class pantry was a spectacle to behold
He had three front teeth missing and one made of gold
The pilots were blind in one eye and team work saw them through
When they had to pee, they handed the joystick to the crew
I was the one sane person in this flight to nowhere
And here I was landing the plane as part of the captain's 'truth or dare'
A nymphomaniac's megalomania
dad, remember the night shift
i wouldn't tell you about
my long journey down the lift
my boss and i would make out
we would jump the office hit the pub
fall back at his place with a thud
footsie followed in the bath tub
we played in water like pigs in mud
i got all my money and the rise
a healthy position for a small price
fun in the office, a f**k to follow
he usually preferred me to swallow
from a secretary to junior manager in jiffy
i made him go mad like a hippy
i reported late all the time
but got paid till the last dime
my perks as good, my life 5 star
a flat for free and nice long car
all i gave in return was my sorry ass
so what i was only a 'libertine lass'
he passed me around to his pals as well
did i mind to make more loins swell
Debauched were they to do it together
leaving me wet with all the lather
chill dear dad, take the merc n be merry
all i lost for it is my little cherry
i do not under valuate, best bidder gets me
i am still clean, in mud only till the knee
i wouldn't tell you about
my long journey down the lift
my boss and i would make out
we would jump the office hit the pub
fall back at his place with a thud
footsie followed in the bath tub
we played in water like pigs in mud
i got all my money and the rise
a healthy position for a small price
fun in the office, a f**k to follow
he usually preferred me to swallow
from a secretary to junior manager in jiffy
i made him go mad like a hippy
i reported late all the time
but got paid till the last dime
my perks as good, my life 5 star
a flat for free and nice long car
all i gave in return was my sorry ass
so what i was only a 'libertine lass'
he passed me around to his pals as well
did i mind to make more loins swell
Debauched were they to do it together
leaving me wet with all the lather
chill dear dad, take the merc n be merry
all i lost for it is my little cherry
i do not under valuate, best bidder gets me
i am still clean, in mud only till the knee
Is this me?
Life is a sine curve with highs and lows
Along with the chalice of elixir comes the cup of woes
What we do not expect we slowly learn to accept
And that we desired is undone by some worldly precept
My life has come to such unfamiliar bend
Superficial is what I feel as joys come to an end
As the popular euphemism go, just a passing phase
I disagree, this time the rot is at the base
The building blocks are weak as never before
the peripherals not the only ones, the virus is at the core
What defined me as a man, even before an officer
are things of past, by the minute I slip further and farther
The dreams of glory are now but a dream
to command a ship and become the country's cream
Neither the destroyer nor the frigate
now I am part of the dirty-job brigade
Working for the shallow, little satisfaction it proffers
while they never ride a car without a chauffer
They fill up unabashedly their unending coffers
for a jaunt across the town they seek a chopper
Unnerving at first, soon i was used to it
Slowly like a tempting sin, i was seduced bit by bit
My counter arguments- this was my sacrifice for greater good
were merely an excuse as i was colluding, albeit with a hood
The vortex that is self sustaining like a black hole
it survives on evil, its sustenance on men's souls
Reduced to a mere spectator, as i watch myself transform
the good dying painfully, my conscience cries lovelorn
myopic is what i have become, seeking gratification
ephemeral happiness, turning blind eye to ramifications
I am evil incarnate, a soul that's sans one now
Means are inconsequential to me, want to win anyhow
Along with the chalice of elixir comes the cup of woes
What we do not expect we slowly learn to accept
And that we desired is undone by some worldly precept
My life has come to such unfamiliar bend
Superficial is what I feel as joys come to an end
As the popular euphemism go, just a passing phase
I disagree, this time the rot is at the base
The building blocks are weak as never before
the peripherals not the only ones, the virus is at the core
What defined me as a man, even before an officer
are things of past, by the minute I slip further and farther
The dreams of glory are now but a dream
to command a ship and become the country's cream
Neither the destroyer nor the frigate
now I am part of the dirty-job brigade
Working for the shallow, little satisfaction it proffers
while they never ride a car without a chauffer
They fill up unabashedly their unending coffers
for a jaunt across the town they seek a chopper
Unnerving at first, soon i was used to it
Slowly like a tempting sin, i was seduced bit by bit
My counter arguments- this was my sacrifice for greater good
were merely an excuse as i was colluding, albeit with a hood
The vortex that is self sustaining like a black hole
it survives on evil, its sustenance on men's souls
Reduced to a mere spectator, as i watch myself transform
the good dying painfully, my conscience cries lovelorn
myopic is what i have become, seeking gratification
ephemeral happiness, turning blind eye to ramifications
I am evil incarnate, a soul that's sans one now
Means are inconsequential to me, want to win anyhow
I reminisce of her
The words you spoke
The silence I had to cope
Those eyes which spoke
Intoxication it soaked
That cream of texture
Along the emotional mixture
The thump of the heart
That broken apple cart
That victory for a second
That tortuous bend
Elation unprecedented
That closeness scented
That word- my call
That high before the fall
Smugness my nature
A folly of colossus stature
That shake of hands
Golden bits of sand
Pent up simmering feelings
Those unfortunate dealings
World crashing down
That dubious crown
Tear rolling down
Without even a frown
The silence I had to cope
Those eyes which spoke
Intoxication it soaked
That cream of texture
Along the emotional mixture
The thump of the heart
That broken apple cart
That victory for a second
That tortuous bend
Elation unprecedented
That closeness scented
That word- my call
That high before the fall
Smugness my nature
A folly of colossus stature
That shake of hands
Golden bits of sand
Pent up simmering feelings
Those unfortunate dealings
World crashing down
That dubious crown
Tear rolling down
Without even a frown
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