My First Ode to the World Cup

The world is a psychedelic shade of red,

I don’t feel like getting out of bed.

Last night I was up watching the match,

No, not the one in which Dravid dropped a catch.

I am talking about the one in which Neuville,

Helped Germany climb a steep hill.

They were facing a resistance from the Poles,

Who were blocking all their attempts at scoring goals.

Michael Ballack and co with all their pyrotechnics,

Couldn't help the Germans find their bearings.

They missed an umpteen number of chances,

A clear cut case of mistimed headers and aimless glances.

The match was headed for a goalless draw,

Until Neuville exploited the defensive flaw.

One team’s pain was the other team’s pleasure,

The Poles had folded up under the pressure.

To the round of 16 the Germans have almost made it,

While the Poles prepare for an early exit.

The world is a psychedelic shade of red,

Must be all the Polish blood that was shed.

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A need to write

Tireless fingers finding the right keys in the right sequence, struggling to keep pace with the mind, that processes thoughts into words at a speed that even light would envy, pausing only to slide the spectacles back up the bridge of my nose. This, for me, sums up what a perfect day at writing should be like. It is this immaculate day that I seek. My original utopian dream, the one my heart truly yearns for. That one day, which will be devoid of all the writer’s blocks, those untimely hiccups while I am in the middle of constructing a ravishingly beautiful sentence. The day, I write about something that has captured my imagination, something so elusive yet so familiar, as to put sleep, food and drink out of my mind.

For quite some time now, I have tried to chronicle a lot of emotions, facts and events. Things, which I felt, will be of some significance. Some of which I know for sure I will never again set my eyes upon. Attempts, some partly successful some completely gone awry, at capturing those moments which, I felt, had an impact on my life. Attempts to put down on paper those moments, where heart wrenching spasms, racked through my body. I have tried to capture those times, when unbounded joy made me leap for the stars only to be stopped by the seemingly unobtrusive ceiling. Ouch!!! Sometimes I have written disjointed sentences in nebulous paragraphs in an attempt to capture each and every thought running through my head. One contradicting thought superimposed on the other.

Somebody once told me “Why don’t you just try using a camera? A picture is, after all, worth a thousand words. Isn’t it?” I will still prefer jotting down those thousand odd words to using the camera. If I use a camera to capture the moment then the smile might remain etched forever but the reason for the smile, the exact emotions I was going through at that moment, all of that would be lost forever. Again, while using a camera we end up capturing only the happier moments in our life. What about all those times when we felt sadness engulfing us? I feel that even those moments deserve to be recorded. Times when it hurt so much and in so many places, some of which you didn’t know existed before. Yes, they certainly are worth writing about. If I can share the joy then I can as well try and divide the pain but putting it down on paper or a webpage as the case may be.

The need to write has always been an important part of my life. Let’s just say that I get a lot of quiet time to spend with myself (ok I concede I have a non-existent social life). However I will never make the mistake of saying that I am a great with words (you can probably make out that I am not even close to becoming great from my blog). I would someday like to be called a good writer. One of those tiny little fancies people so often have.

I have heard people saying that at times to find yourself you need to look at yourself from another person’s perspective. Well, I don’t know if that is true but to become a writer of any kind of stature you certainly need to look at the world from another person’s perspective. Otherwise you end up telling the world just your side of the story. So, if any of you decides to get inspired after reading all this and takes up the pen (or the keyboard), then do remember to sensitize yourself to the other people’s emotions. Such attempts however are, more often than not, biased. Then you have to remind yourself that it is practice that brings you as close to perfection as you can dream of coming in this wretched/blessed lifetime of yours.

So, while you people decide whether you want to maintain an album of words or not, let me think as to what it is that I need to write about next. It is time for me to see which one of those unattended emotions is asking to be let out.

P.S: An album of words is not a diary. There is a marked difference between the two. I don’t maintain a diary.

Inactivity, Negativity, Proactivity and Other Activities

I am feeling really really tired...
Wanna sleep but fear i might get fired...
Work sucks and so does this wretched life...
God!!! Please show me a way to end this strife...

I am tired of questioning...
The management ain't even listening...
My throat is sore, I can no longer shout...
When is someone gonna help me out...

People asking me to be more proactive...
Makes me feel all the more negative...
Let there be work, that i will surely do...
Don't ask me to think of something outa the blue...

In the middle of all this inaction...
My questions don't bring forth any reaction...
Till then death through inactivity i must prevent...
For which new methods I am trying to invent...

Ah behold, to my rescue comes dear ol orkut...
Here I find long lost friends and babes who are cute...
At last I feel that I can do something...
As I wait for the fat lady to sing...