Friday, October 19, 2007

A conversation in rhyme

Here in my new apartment in Boston I sit,
with only a dim light lit.
Emailing my best friend in Mysore,
Telling her stories I had in store.
I started to wonder whether in rhyme we could converse,
But I knew my friend couldn't manage even a single verse.
But oh my! she proved me wrong!
I rhymed, and yes! she rhymed along!
Below I put down our first conversation in rhyme,
We would continue if we had the time.

Chhavi Goenka:
u think u can rhyme?
i doubt u have the time.
but go ahead if u can,
but before that choose a man.
So about him you can write,
whether finally he is Mr.Right!
oh my god, i can add rhyme to any conversation,
was there a better rhymer in god's creation?

Rohini Bhandari:
I bet no one is better than u...
Maybe me but I have no clue
And before I tie the knot
Which I better not
Or just choose the right man
Which I doubt I ever can
Lemme achieve something in life
Let me just strive, strive and strive
Oooh It's so cold in here
I wish I had something warmer to wear.
I think I need to pee
Or maybe have a cup of tea
Cuz I am really very sleepy,
Thirsty, hungry and droopy.
See I can also rhyme,
Even though I have no time!

Friday, February 9, 2007

my future plans....

I wanna be a drummer
Earn money and buy the HUMMER.
Then I'd go on an African Safari.
Oh did I not mention? I would also buy a ferrari.
Across the Autobahn I would drive.
I am hoping to do all of this before I m thirty five.
Then I'd go back home and check how much I've earned.
Hoping it's enough to buy all the stuff for which I've yearned.
Nah! I dont think it would actually be enough
Cuz I think I want a lot of stuff.
Im not gonna list it out cuz I dont want you to get bored.
Nor do I want you to start wondering how much I wanna hoard.
My dreams, my choices to other people might sound strange.
But again, ten years from now, a lot about me might change.
I might start believing in "simple living and high thinking".
I might start eating healthy and grow less fond of drinking.
Yeah yeah, if you know me, you'd know the last 2 lines were total muck.
Hahahaahahaha, I sometimes crack myself up!
18 lines of bullshit, not bad really.
One would think I wrote this while I was talli.

Monday, February 5, 2007

He needs to introspect..

Doesn't he realize he's really boring?
Can't he hear people snoring?
Can't he see people sleeping with open eyes?
Can't he hear voiceless shouts n cries?
Screams begging him to stop the torture!
Telling him this isn't the way to build our future.
Doesn't he ever wonder what will he gain
By inflicting on us such intolerable pain?!
Does he do it for money, or does he do it for fame?
Or does he think, it's simply a fun game?

unfair life.... :(

Forgive me, today I can't think of a rhyme
I'm just thinking of travelling through time.
So I could forward all her lectures, never see her face,
Or send her far ahead into the future,and make the present world a better place.
But I know that can't happen, but I still pray,
That she stops showing me her face, day after day.
The moment I see her, I die a little I swear!
Why god why??? why can't life be fair??

Friday, February 2, 2007

during the power cut

Ma'am is sad cuz there's no power
Now her mood's gonna get sour.
She's gonna bore us until we die
And all that's left of us is Bheja Fry.
In her lectures, time stands still
And I start doubting the concept of free will.
With a mattress, this bench would make a decent bed
If I don't sleep now, I'll soon be brain dead!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Comfortably numb

Sleep in my eyes,
hunger in my stomach
Have to attend these bugging lectures,
just my stupid bad luck!
My eyelids start shutting,
writeups dance in front of my eyes,
Writeups and assignments,
that's what's become of our lives.
I start to doze off, everything a haze,
just a drone in my ears.
Why do we put up with this crap,
Is it our wish or our fears?
Not getting a word,
Never felt so dumb.
AARGH!! fuck them all!
I've become comfortably numb...

when hunger strikes......

We are being taught some rubbish.
I feel like eating fish!
Fried fish or grilled pomfret would do.
With a plate of french fries too.
To drink, a pint of King's
And to accompany that, some onion rings.
Ah food! How can one do without?!
It's what we live by, without doubt.
Chicken tikka or Chicken Tandoori,
Puchkaas or the yummy bhelpuri!
Chilli chicken with hot garlic fried rice,
My mouth's watering, there's a twinkle in my eyes!
Aloo tikkis with lots of Chutney,
Yes you can say I support gluttony :)
Right now I wouldn't mind, butter naan with some meat.
The lecture's over! I'm off to eat....

an assassin in the making :)

A while back it was the professor's voice,
Now it's just white noise.
Am I actually expected to get his point?
I'd rather go n smoke a joint.
Nah I can't do that, I got work to do.
Deadlines around the corner, days are very few.
Deadlines! Oh how they bug!
Someone please hand me a beer mug.
The poem doesn't make sense, it's so messed up.
But at least it makes it clear that my brain's fucked up!
The lecture time is over, he's still not done!
Forget the beer mug, just gimme a shot gun!

The optical fiber

There was an optical fiber,
That was eaten by a tiger.
So whenever the tiger would open his mouth,
A little light would come out.

If light wouldn't enter, it wouldnt come out
We know that the exit for light was the tiger's mouth.
The entry for light I leave to your imagination,
Cuz I didn't have enough time for observation.

Oh come on, think of something else, U DIRTY MIND!
It's not necessary that the light entered from behind.

victim of boredom :(

Life sucks
Unless you win a million bucks
And buy a lot of trucks
and tame a lot of ducks.

I plan to make money
By selling honey
When the days are sunny
and when the nights seem funny.

We are being taught about waveguides
But I'm thinking of high tides,
Of long car rides,
Of where the hippie crowd resides.

Yup, Goa is the place
Just the thought of it lights up my face
Where everything moves at a slow pace
And no one's interested in running the race.

Now this is what I'm gonna do
Write weird poems for you.
Since the things to do are few
In this section which is new.

Too many rhymes in my head are stored.
Now on paper they'll be poured.
And I know they will be adored,
Cuz everyone knows I'm terribly bored.