September 30, 2008
All around, other things will happen,
Some happy, some sad, some gen..
Its all in the game called life,
All in all, its a double edged knife..
There are times to be happy,
and there are times to be sad..
One is meant to make you yippey,
and the other to make it a tad bad
Its upto us to make the shift,
and not create any kind of rift
Have to make the shift fast,
and leave behind the past!
June 12, 2008
You maybe senile,
Having crossed many a mile..
50 years must have been long,
You couldnt have done much wrong!
I have loved your love,
Wished for lots and how?
Not a day have I not craved for your care,
And the moments you have got to spare
As you celebrate the jubilee thats golden,
Your constant presence, us it does embolden!
Loving you today and always,
Wish you a long life for many more days 
Written on request from a friend… Might be of use to you too sometime! Check this out if you got a request too 
March 21, 2008
Four long years of sharing cycles and toothpaste,
And waking up for the 8 o clock class in haste;
Of bunking classes and taking pride in grand slams,
In this place filled with gults, northis, digs & tams!
Lectures get boring with every year,
No quiz or end sem ever brings any cheer..
Putting endless fart at the mess table,
Every inch showing off your btech label..
All the time, known to all by that singular nick,
All the time, looking for that non-existent campus chick!
All the time, finding new ways to get proxy,
All the time, outwitting the prof by being foxy..
Taking and giving treats is part of the game,
Some only the former without any shame..
Cribbing almost becomes an inborn trait,
Every single thing throws up a new bait!
Midnight fart sessions are ever lost in time,
Bunking classes as a result is no big crime;
Wing fart is one thing not to be missed,
Though it may make a few really pissed.
Sangam, Schroeter and fun are all the same,
Whether its cricket, footer or any other game!
No less is the studness on show in LitSoc,
Two good reasons why insti life rock(s).
Sharing the space with the so called non males,
Who ensure that floating around are enough tales..
By chance or choice, put up right next to lib,
Everyone agrees they are quite a strange tribe!
Shaastra and Saarang add to the great times,
Enough things happen to make up such rhymes!
It all ends abruptly after a period of four years,
Leaving none strong enough not to shed tears…
PS: the absence of any mention of guru is, hopefully, striking but then I couldn’t find any word that rhymes well with guru/gnath or the like 
PPS: This is quite incomplete in many respects. Put comment if you can suggest improvements
I’d like to thank every single person who has made my stay over the past 4 years on campus memorable and cherished! I’d like to single out a few, in no specific order, who have been more than just friends to me over the years and made every single minute worth living and remembering:
Ankit, Leftit, Aditi, Sameer, Pavan, Aishwarya, Rohit, Purvi, Raghu, Kshitij, Nikhil, Jimmy, (and of course!) Bhaand. And every single of the BT gumbal of 2004/Narmad (Shoban, Harsha, Cupax, Vikram, Santhu) who have helped make my stay in the department/hostel as fun as it has been! Thanks to everyone else in no small measure too!
February 4, 2008
A poem I have loved since 8th standard/grade when I first read it.. For its sheer ability to combine rhyme with continuity AND the charm one associates with poetry, though not necessarily metaphorical..
Abou ben Adam
Abou ben Adam (may his tribe increase!)
awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
an angel, writing in a book of of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adam bold,
And to the Prescence in the room he said:
“What writest thou?” The vision raised its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?”said Abou, “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still, and said, “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men.”
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great awakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben adam’s name led all the rest.
- Leigh Hunt
January 30, 2008
Times change but slowly,
And so do people..
One day, you’ve to too,
Lest you wanna be left behind!
Realisation dawns,
Not too early,
Not too late,
But just at the right time.
Heeding to it is good,
Makes it a lot easier!
Than just sitting n brooding,
Going neither back or forward!
Time is the master,
Let it do the works,
Things shall happen,
Just as they are supposed to.
That something is no more just something,
Its turned into helluva a lot more!
Am I overdoing it all a wee bit?
I just hope I am not
January 12, 2008
Enveloped by a strange quiet,
Feeling lost in a world all my own..
Everything’s still the same,
Yet, it all seems so different.
I am lazy and full of energy at the same time,
But just how can that be?
Even my sense of logic seems lost,
Am I living in empty spaces?
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
No sign posts to tell me where to go.
I seem to be stuck here, far too long,
Should I fit in or will things fix themselves?
The old something seems gone,
Will I ever get it back?
Or atleast figure out what that something is?
Am I still me? Or someone else?
September 15, 2007
Kaalai ezhundavudan kuzhiyal,
Ammavin kai samiyal;
Serndhirukka kodi nanbargal,
Manam engudhada annaatkal…
One of my few attempts at poetry in tamil My tribute to those 12 or so golden years in school! Roughly translated, it goes like this:
A bath as soon as you get up,
Food made from Mom’s hands,
A million friends to be with,
My mind years for those days..
PS: ok, kodi = crore != million
September 9, 2007
It is time for quizzes yet again,
In the ass, it is sometimes a pain.
To catch up with acads, its a chance,
You know, like a short flirty romance.
Much closer becomes the stud in the other wing,
Xeroxed notes take prime place as the in thing;
Setting the Guru registers ringing,
Friends praise, few are heard signing.
PPTs and fundaes are given and taken,
Over dinner tables, problems are spoken,
Getting up early becomes so easy,
While some try to feign being queasy.
Lib turns into a muggu beehive,
Thanks to them, its still alive.
For some, it always remains a strict no-no,
Their abilities, they claim, it brings to a low.
Seniors have just one or two,
They are the fortunate few.
Far tougher quizzes await them,
Be it elec, meta, BT or chem!
Rhymezone wasn’t used for this one,
I write somethings just for vague fun.
I know you wont call this poetry,
But did I ever ask you to?
The last 2 lines intentionally left non-rhyming
September 7, 2007
The grass may be greener on the other side,
But at stake most times is your own pride,
Gotta be content with what you got,
But better things are always worth a shot!
There is no point in fret and fume,
It can only lead to your own doom.
One cant afford not to learn from the past,
And you have no choice but to be fast.
Why I write these lines I dont know
Its not that I am feeling down or low;
A lot of thoughts run through my mind,
Of each and every conceivable kind.
I keep denying the reality,
Whats with this mentality?
I sit at a saddle point now,
Reach I did this point how?
Time to pull myself up of this,
After all, it aint a state of bliss.
I’ve done it quite a few times before,
Let me do it before it becomes even more…
One of those poems that reflects my state of mind at the time of writing.. the moody me..
September 6, 2007
