Its disgusting.

Its absolutely appalling, infact.

Team India brought home a world cup a few days ago, after a good 23 years.
Its a special win for us, I agree. But when I saw the front page of yesterday's newspaper (dated 28th Sept, 07, Pune edition), I was disgusted.
Our 'heroes' have become rich overnight! 1 crore from here and 22 lakhs from there and a flat or two to boot! I didn't know our government was so rich.

My complaint isn't about the cricket team being rewarded for their outstanding game. They ought to be rewarded... they played superbly. What was disgusting was that it was splashed all over the front page of TOI and there was no mention of the Hockey team's plans of going on a hunger strike for not being rewarded at all.

I'm sure you know our Hockey team was disappointed for not getting any recognition of having won the Asia Cup this year. And they're justified. The football team won the Nehru Cup not a long while ago. Nobody hyped that.

I'd like to know how come a 'responsible' newspaper like The Times of India did not so much as mention the plight of the other players of this country. I'd say its injustice happening and all this paper did was participate in it.
A paper that boasts of making a change in this country should have, ideally, highlighted this discrimination between games.

I'm dissapointed.

My school poems...

When I was in school, I used to think I could write poetry. Think?? I used to actually write stuff and blatantly call it poetry!!!

There are these five lines that Robert Frost once wrote, that I used to scribble on the first page of my school diary every year.

The woods are lovely
Dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

'Inspired' so to say, by these, I wrote a few lines of my own. Though, when I read them now, I dont find them as extraordinary as I used to, back then. But they remind me of my school days, when the world had only 600 odd people and 'complicated problem' meant 'how to put chalk powder in the class teachers hair?'.

Since I haven't posted for a long time, I thought I could post my old antics... uh... y'know... the 'somethings-better-than-nothing' senario. Here goes...



Distant Lands

The sun rolls down like a tear in the sky
Another day has gone
As I lay myself on my bed to rest
Red skies shall arrive soon, with the dawn.

For I know I have to leave here
For a distant land, unknown
I shan't be lying in this bed very soon
And I will have to go alone.

Without family and friends - how will moments fly?
I wonder, is it wiser to stay?
But I think of my dreams, still silent, untouched,
Then again, I should go away.

Stop me not, dear mother, for I'll be fine
And I promise, I'll be back someday,
The sun rolls down like a tear in the sky,
Another day, passes away.





Had enough? Not yet? I have another one! Haw haw haw!



The Red Rose

Out in the garden,
In the warmth of June,
I see new blossoms of roses,
Some orange like the sun,
Some as white as the moon,
All stand in graceful poses.

They lie in wait,
For someone to come,
And make them love's first gift,
Alas! Little do they know,
They will whither away,
In their blossom's very first silt.

For only one will be picked,
The reddest of them all,
The deepest of red, red rose,
As quickly as life's chapter has opened,
As quickly life's chapter will close.

Depressing? Phew! I think I have only had enough... baas... bye.

My sister came into the dining room wiping her face with a face cleanser.
"I'm going to start a beauty products ka company." she announced. I put my pen down and looked at her.
"I'm going to make beauty products having names starting with 'W'." My eyes narrowed down to chinese size.
"And I will call my company, The W Company!!!"

For those of you who don't know about the slums in Pune, most of them are inhabited by a tribe known as the 'Wadaari' tribe. My uncle very fondly calls the slum - The W Company.

"I'll make a BIG range of products! - 'Which', 'What', 'Why', 'When' and 'Where'. Then 'What-what', 'Why-what', 'Why-why', 'What-where', 'Where-where'..."

"Why are you here?" I asked her calmly. She was supposed to be at maths class.
"Yah BRILLIANT!!! I'll call a black-head removing lotion 'Why are you here?' Its too long na.. for a name?"
My cat opened one eye and yawned.
"And 'Which-which' can be for pimple cure." she continued.
"Why?" I asked.
"No! 'Why' will be for something else."
"Nahi re..." I said, "Why 'Which-which'?"
"Aai-gah!! BRI-LI-ANT!! 'Why-which-which' will be a pimple cure concentrate!"
"Are I'm asking why 'Which-which' for pimple cure?"
"No! 'Why-which-which' for pimple cure concentrate. 'Which-which' for pimple cure."
"But WHY???"
"I haven't thought about 'Why' yet." she plunged into deep thought.
"Oh God!" I cried in sheer irritation.
"I know. God! Its beautiful. Sniff.."

My cat yawned. I felt jealous of him. He could yawn on anybody's face and no one would say a word to him.

"Hey!" my sister exclaimed suddenly. The nib of my pen broke.
"Look! This face cleanser... it's called 'Witch Hazel'!"
"Oh." I said sarcastically. "Which nut would call a cleanser that?"

My sister looked at me and grinned, "A Hazel-nut!"