September 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 yearns for those days..

PS: ok, kodi = crore != million

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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

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..

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The road ahead appears narrow and dark,
People are there all around,
Some walking, some waiting,
Some stand still not knowing what to do..

As I inch closer to my destination,
My legs get wearier, I feel weaker,
The humidity saps the strength out of my body,
I slow down and move on slowly and steadily.

As I watch, quite a few overtake me,
But it hardly bothers me;
My speed slackens but not my spirit,
I keep pushing myself just that bit harder to keep up the pace.

The sun peeps from the edge of the horizon,
The street lights start to come on one by one,
I manage to get past one or two,
But many others have already passed by me.

Drenched in sweat, I feel completely exhausted,
I step down to take a break at the corner shop,
Sip a drink and enjoy its coolness,
As I realize its getting late and its time to buckle up.

As I climb onto my cycle I feel a surge of energy,
The road suddenly seems to have become wider,
And all the potholes have gone to fend elsewhere,
The new layer of tar makes the ride a pleasure!

Its not soon that I reach a traffic junction,
The red signal stops me in my tracks;
I have no choice but to wait,
But soon, I am back on my way.

I can now spot some ahead in the distance,
Those who went past me sometime ago;
I wonder if I can ever catch up with them,
The sight of them makes me determined to push myself;

Quickening up my pace,
I move ahead hoping to make up for lost time,
The many speed breakers look as though
They remind me that I just cant go fast

The road too is filled with stones strewn all over
Rugged and tough, my tyres take a real beating
Just as I start pondering my next step,
The back tyre gets screwed up…

Something that came to me as I was cycling back to campus from home one day.. Part 2 still awaits

The quizzes are finally done,
Its time for some elections fun,
There’s gonna be lots of bickering,
One amongst us is in the reckoning!

Assignments to get done with,
Thankfully none to submit on the fifth,
A surprise quiz in store,
Which none of us adore.

Will the industrial trip come true?
Possible dates are far and few,
A night to socialize and one more,
To bring our care for seniors to the fore.

Its gonna be a hectic month ahead,
How long will we make this thread?
What comments will it elicit?
Or will it any response at all solicit?

Trying my hand at a repeat of a similar one written during the 4th sem.. First post on a new thread amongst the BT gumbal

GJ teaches us Biochem ThermoD,
To take extra classes he is ever ready;
Classes are in no way interesting,
So useless you don’t even feel like crashing!

Grabs B-slot classes does he,
Makes everyone mad, not just me.
Calls backbenchers upfront,
For junta who talk, his eyes hunt.

Takes attendance once in a blue moon,
And he is as unpredictable as a goon,
Keeps tests for those who bunk,
Makes you feel you are gonna flunk.

He keeps talking about igs & bars,
Making you feel as if you’re from Mars,
Derives stupid relations in a long way,
Only to discover somewhere he’s gone astray.

Till last, the course was with chem,
A prof who is no less than a gem,
Him not taking for us is a crime,
I guess its just our bad time..

He complains we dont know how to approximate,
Yet another reason him we hate;
We hope to get out with a decent grade,
And tell yourself some progress we made…

GJ teaches BT junta courses in 3rd and 4th sem. This was written after the 3rd sem course.. So, you can imagine my plight after the end of the 4th sem…

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