Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Maxinations '09: The Normandy Landing...

Ground Zero (A-Block Well) – Two days before D-Day: We are beckoned by our seniors at 11:30PM. The meeting commences. We are told the whole history about the holy war called Maxinations: A fight to the finish, a fight to rip out guts and slit all throats. Yes, that’s the passion of Maxinations. We were summoned and told to start preparing for the different events. We allocated ourselves games/events based on our individual competencies and then took a total chill pill. Seniors told us that A block was supposed to be the block which never started working until it saw daylight and remembered that it was D-Day. Already ??? Well that’s how things worked out this year too.

Day 1: we go in there fight “we are just here to participate and be in the spirit of the game”. We give our shot at the Skit which had ‘Gandhi’ as its central figure: an effigy which is knocked down by our youth. That went off well and we came second. Duhh, how could we? We had only started working at 5PM when the event was at 6. Well, I guess that’s how A blockers work. Laugh-a-holics: Kamal was outrageous with his “Oye Mathur, Zaraa Baaju hatna” from Kamal’s Wife’s Closet jokes. Paromita madam could not control herself even. Ohh... wait what’s this we hear. We won this battle too? Well words pour in “You may have blah blah... but the war is not blah over blahh blahhh”.

Day 2: We take the chill pill in the morning again and go about in our goofy ishtyle with the events. Come nightfall, time for some Chopsuey. No chopsticks here. I’m talking about the Block Rock. System of a Down was our claim to fame with Girish doing his awesome impersonation of Takian and the rest going “aww what was that crack in my neck” from the headbanging. I did my bit there as Malakian. Woaahhhh... We win again??? Amazing...

Day 3: We wake up to Gonda shouting all through A block. Wake up you $%#%#$% we are at $%#$% rank 1. What??? How’s that even possible... Woahh it’s true... We are leading but by 3 points. It’s a close battle. Come Solo singing- KB rules while XIM drools. Come Friday night fever (Dance) – A Block brings out the patriot in every person present. Vande Mataram and our human pyramids did the job. Disclaimer: No one except KB, Girish and Akhilesh knew crap about dancing.

Ohh . I forgot to mention. There was this tiny event called Brand Wars which had maximum weightage (200 points). People told me that it was what Maxinations was all about. Ok I believe you. Our Product was Amrit – A non alcoholic beverage which still gave you the high as alcohol would. Long live Saxim... Long live A block.

D-Day - 2AM: Time for results: Fingers crossed. We had started totally relaxed and things got tight on day 3. What would happen. It was a close fight between GR-II, C block and A Block. What’s this? A block doesnt even feature in the top three in Brand Wars. Oh damn. We are doomed. No Brand Wars, no confidence card, no challenge. How could we win... Hehehehe Think again. We won inspite of all these.

History has been written... A block Rocks. And as I write this... I still am chanting... A block..A Block...Forever an A - Blocker.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Udaygiri Hills 18-Mar-08 5:30 PM

Sitting alone, away from the cacophony of the city, gazing into the sunset with the spring breeze gently caressing my cheeks, this is tranquil. The occasional chirp of a nearby bird or the giggle of a frisky child grips my attention. The larks play in the breeze looking for an unaware cricket for a snack. The soft new leaves of spring display their brilliant greens dancing to the tunes of the evening breeze. A distant temple bell adds to the rhythm of nature. One can almost listen to all the elements singing in chorus one song, the song of peace, harmony and serenity. With the setting sun slowly fading away into the horizon, comes the moon shyly peeping from the fluffy cloud curtains like a newly wed wife. Seems as though the sun and the moon although never together, yet eternally in love, share this evanescent moment to express their love.
I suddenly realize how many of these beautiful sunsets and sunrises might this place have seen over the centuries, a silent spectator of each moment. The faint smell of the flowers in bloom mildly tickles my sense of smell. Could any moment in life be any more peaceful and relaxing? I am on a high, not on alcohol but on the sheer peacefulness of this place. I see couples sitting together enjoying every bit of this romanza. With the music of nature here, could anyone have any worries on one's mind? A panacea for the troubled, a balm for the broken hearted, a shot of tequila for the dreamer is what this place is all about. This place is haven for the lovers of nature. I feel so very aware of a force so powerful yet so tender, looking down upon me saying, “Look! I made all this for you. Why are you sad? Why are you troubled? Look around you, this is all your wealth, my child, enjoy it.” The true meaning of unconditional love emerges. Love is all about being passionate about something and endeavoring to achieve happiness in it. Right now, my passion is to savour every moment of this evening unconditionally. Yes, I’m in Love… This evening shall end but not this moment of dawning ever etched in my memory. Transience and evanescence are two similar aspects of life which everyone has to accept, but memories and dreams are a world where permanence is reality. The moon is up now and its time to get back to the world until its time to come to Utopia again.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Dreaming of Reality

There are times when you want to see yourself doing things you always dreamt of, the things you always wished would happen… There are times when all that is around you seems so odd and out of place. There are times when you dream, it seems more real than reality. What is reality then? Is it the world where you are Superman, or the world where you are the guy that you are? The answer is up to you. You could live just being you or you could strive to be Superman. Well not exactly him, but its all about what you feel inside, isn’t it? The point is where does a dream stop and reality begin or vice versa. People say dreams don’t come true. Well, what if what we are dreaming of is actually reality and that everything around a myth? What if all that you ever believed in was a fallacy and you were made to realize that everything that ever happened was just a dream, a nonexistent wondering?

Picture this. You are asleep and dreaming of a place where ‘odd’ things happen and suddenly your alarm clock goes off. You mould the alarm clock sound into your dream at first before you actually realize u got to wake up. It says “Dude! Time’s up”. A dream sets you free to wander and explore the world around you before it is time to get tied up again to reality just as a pet’s evening escapade. The pet is set free so that it can have its fun before the reality of it being tied up for the rest of the day sets in. Now from its point of view which is life: his moment of freedom or the leash? It’s a dog’s life people say. Well think about what a dog would say about that. The point is that the dog would probably lie down all day fearing its master so that it would be allowed free time in the evening and in those few moments of freedom it would probably want to find his life. Our dreams are like that, allowing us to live our life how we want it to before being shackled into reality. We could accept our shackled reality as life or we could make what we dream our reality. So do you want to be the dog lying down quietly so that you would have your moment of freedom or would you want to be the person who strives to achieve his dream? Set your mind free. Let it wander, let it discover things it never thought existed, let it visit places so beautiful you would start to pinch yourself to find out if it were true, let it make you everything you wanted to be, let it bring back all that you ever lost, let it make you the Prophet, let it make you Satan. The whole point is to explore, to discover. And somewhere deep down I believe dreams are a portal to our inner self. They reflect what inside our mind, what lies in that very dark corner of our heart that we so dread to explore. So next time think before you reject something as just a mere dream. You might just have rejected your portal to Life.
Think about it…

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Who Am I ?

"What's in a name that we call a rose...
By any other name would smell as sweet..."

I ain't no "rose" as such but hey it never hurts to quote...
Well my search is still on - Trying to fathom the real Me...
So Here Goes...

Who am I ?
Often I ask Myself
Trying To look within me,
To find the man I am,
Pondering still about what i have,
Yet I know not who I am.

Am I the son every mother desires?
Am I the friend every pal admires?
Am I the love you always dreamt of?
Or am I just the guy next door?
Questions I ask, alibis I give...
Yet failed still
Never knew who am I !!!

Mother, you taught me to walk,
Of wonderous lands and fairies you'd talk,
But look at me now, Ma,
Look at what I've become,
A heartless soul, an effigy of stone.
When I'd leave you'd hide and cry,
Never for a moment letting me know why.
But never did I hold you,
Never a balm,
Nor a word of affection,
Let alone an arm,
Yet Ma, I look to you now,
Tell me Ma, I need to know...
The questions haunt me endlessly now,
Guide me, mentor me, enlighten me,
Or give me strength to seek answers,
I need to know now who I am.

Sometimes I sit alone and wonder,
About distant dreams and worlds yonder.
But when the need be
My mind would lock itself in a box so tight,
I'd knock all day but not quite.
Even to trust my own,
Even to see the obvious,
Even to recognise the stranger in the mirror I'd shirk and flee,
And yet keep asking...
Who is "ME"?

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Wanna be me...

Wanna live my life all over again,
Wanna cherish all those moments,
Wanna do all those crazy things that I did,
Wanna dive down deep and bring out all that I lost,
Wanna make all those things right which never were,
Wanna be the man I never could become or did I?
Wanna see me playing in the sand again,
Wanna hear your bedtime stories Pa,
Wanna rhyme your lullabies too,
Wanna see my brother born again,
Wanna see him smile again,
Wanna find my old jeans,
Wanna see all those dreams,
Wanna go back to school again,
Wanna see me grow up again,
Wanna live my life all over again...

Wanna hide in your bosom Ma, and cry my heart out,
Wanna be the son I never was,
Wanna be everything I ever was,
Wanna be everything I never was,
Wanna know why things happened the way they happened,
Wanna see myself hardened,
Wanna know my metamorphosis,
Wanna know everything inside out,
Wanna know why I laughed,
Wanna know why I cried,
Wanna know why I loved you,
Wanna feel how I loved you,
Wanna feel how it hurt,
Wanna be zipping back in time,
Just to rediscover myself all once again...

Oh to fathom the person I am,
To pack my whole life into a knapsack,
And walk into the horizon,
Never looking back once more,
To be yet with the people I love,
To be always what I wanted to,
Not what I ought to,
To always know what I have and treasure,
To always know that in this world,
There be only two people who love you the most,
Wanna go back into their arms all over again…

To you Mama and Bapa … I Love You.