Of ice cream, bedtime and family...

Talking about conversations with Kaber i though I'd write one...
It's been far too long since I've written anything funny...
So I wrote this...


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“So what do we do now?”

“I don't know...”

“Come on!”

“What?”

“You have to have some idea of what we should do! You're the one that got us into this mess!”

“Hello! Dude! Who was the one that came up with this psycho idea?”

“You.”

“Are haan! Sorry. But anyway. Who told you to follow it?”

“You!”

“You didn't have to listen to me!”

“You did that thing where you sit and convince me! Look, this isn't the time to argue. What do we do now?”

“Make tea! Idiot! We're stuck! I can't get this thing open.”

“No way! I shall not accept defeat!”

“Defeat? What defeat? No defeat! Dude! Let's just get out of here!”

“I shall not leave this incomplete! I shall succeed! I shall TRIUMPH!”

“Raman?”

“Shit! Mom's up!”

“Oh shit! Why'd you have to shout? Daphod!”

“Don't bloody call me a-”

“Aakash? Is that you? Why are the two of you still up?”

“Shit! Make up an excuse!”

“We had to pee!”

“Together?”

“Dammit!”

“I had to pee and you had to drink water!”

“We used that one last time!”

“You had to pee and I had to drink water!”

“What th-”

“AAKASH! Get off the kitchen counter! What are you two up to?”

“Raman had to pee. I had to drink water!”

“You said the same thing two days ago when I caught you!”

“No way mom! That time I had to pee and Raman wanted water! Such false accusations seriously affect the self confidence of young boys!”

“And what do you mean 'caught' us Aai? We weren't doing anything wrong last time!”


"Dude, we were stealing ice cream.”

“Aakash! Stop whispering! I can hear you! And get off that counter before I hit you!”

“Yeah yeah...”

“BUSTED!”

“Aditya?”

“Mom!”

“Why are you still up?”

“I had to pee”

“Urgh! You're all grounded for a week! To your rooms! NOW!”

“Deena?”

“Asit? They're all up again!”

“I can see that... But why were you up?”

“I... I had to get some water”

“Water? Aai!”

“Shut up Raman!”

“Mom! You too?”

“Aditya! Asit Tell him!”

“What do I tell him? You were up too!”

“And why were you up Dad?”

“I had to go to the bathroom”

“DAD!”

“What?”

“Sheesh!”

“Aakash! Don't 'sheesh' me!”

“You know what! Let's just all have the cake together...”

“Yeah!”

“What are you guys doing up?”

“Anagha...”

“Let me guess, up to drink water? Use the toilet?”

“Naah... I wanted cake...”

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A Few Words To Know...

Are haan: Oh Yeah In Hindi...

Aai: Mom In Marathi...

Daphod: Idiot, Fool and other stuff like that in Gujrati..

Explanation...

Ummm...
Yeah...
It's Abstract...
Let's just leave it there...

Vanilla flavored ice cream;
buffaloes;
silence.
I am on Mars.
There's a lake next to St. Micheal's,
Manas valley to the south,
Bismillah park is fun to see,
this shows it, I'm on Mars.
Questions end mid-way to here;
I see no friends; I wonder why,
villains enter with regret,
it's clear, I'm on Mars.
The red is not from human blood,
It's ferric oxide in the soil,
And science it is not my friend,
it is the truth, for this is Mars.
Don't you think you should come with me?
If so then please do not.
Though if you know it all too well:
Welcome you're on Mars.

My Two Best Friends...

One of my 5 minute poems...
Would love some good 'ol fashioned killer criticism!

Science saved me from disease,
Hope let me fight through it.
Science kept me as I was,
Hope made me much stronger.

Science gave me cars to move,
Hope told me to walk it all,
With science I grew fatter still,
With Hope I walked the world with ease.

Science made me better guns,
Hope told me to try some more.
Science killed my fellow men,
Hope gave me a friend or two.

Science told me to refrain,
Hope told me to go right in,
Science kept me living still,
Hope took me from everything.

Days and Nights...

So this is my first attempt at doing something that doesn't go into any meter...
Ummm...
It's Creepy man!
I've never done something like this...
Anyway...
Would Love some harsh harsh constructive criticism.:]


There are times when I think,
when I'm sitting all alone,
That everything around me
Is a waste of blood and flesh.
And then I look around
and all i see is myself.

Sometimes I think of things to come,
These scary things that scare me so.
I feel the present is a waste of time,
For the future makes me no promises.

Then there are days and months when I,
Out of sheer desperation,
look to my past for answers due,
But all I find is sadness here, sadness there.
A hint of light; the rest is dark.

And then I see some polished steel,
A blackened tip, a scroll of wood.
My thoughts to be submitted here,
They hold some weight to some that read them,
Though to be true I do not know them.

A Brief Explanations Of A Few Lines...
Refer To Then If You Will...

||I feel the present is a waste of time,
For the future makes me no promises.||
I feel the present is waste of time because the future has nothing to look forward to. No point of a present that doesn't lead to better things...

||And then I see some polished steel,
A blackened tip, a scroll of wood.
My thoughts to be submitted here,||
I see a pen and a piece of paper.(Duh!) Here's the part a few people didn't see...
My thoughts are to be written here. Given here because i feel compelled to do so...
The above are the only lines that depict me in any way...



Yeah...
How bad is it?

At The Cafe - My First Fight.

NOTE: This Is A Complete Work Of Fiction. Names And Places That Bear Any Resemblance To Anything In The Real World Are But A Simple Coincidence. Thank You.


Being as classically unfit as I am in terms of both my understanding of things and my physical being I do not think twice before i step into the ring. I am young, I am stupid and so I enter something that will leave me a changed human being without thinking much about it. In front of me, an unusual situation unfolds. A tall someone stands before me. He is stronger, faster and more capable a fighter that I, according to me, at this point of time, will ever be. But I am hopeful. With one swift blow he strikes me down. Now normally, this is that point of time in 'The Cafe' when the fight is stopped and the fighters shake hands in respect. But the tall someone is ignorant. A kick to the ribs follows his deadly blow. The pain goes a few notches up. Of course I try to defend myself. I'm designed to. We all are. I catch hold of his leg as his second kick makes it's way towards me. Bad idea. His other leg finds it's way upon my chest. Pain. That's when I meet real pain. Pain's a funny thing you know... Sometimes, it's loud and harsh and yet sometimes it's it's so subtle that you can't even feel it's presence till it's gone. Only 'because then you realize that something's missing. Too bad what I felt was the first kind.

"Fu**! Ben****! Get off! Get off!"

Now I believe in the goodness of mankind and so I like to think that he doesn't hear me. After all, The Cafe is a loud place. With all that booze and all that music, it's bound to be that way. A kick to the shoulder. Pain. Wonderful Pain. Lot's of it. In different colours too! I see red when my eyes close. When I gain consciousness everything is purple. A white light is in my range of vision. A shadow suddenly blocks it.

"Ch*****! Your first fight and you fight Arnav? Dumb-ass! You should've just bitten your di** off man! Your luck Krishna was out there."

Krishna, as I am told by this shadow named Abbas is the man that has saved me. He picked up the large fellow and threw him across the room. Nice! Or is it? I don't know.Everything hurts too much. But I can't help to wonder who this Krishna really is. How I find out, well... That's a different story. For now I lie on this bed. One that I will lie on many times over the course of the next few months. One that will support my weight and that of many others as they cry, laugh, make love, bleed, fight and sometimes, just sometimes, sleep.

A letter...

Something I Wrote For A Little Contest On IAW...
One Of The Few Things I'm Proud Of...
This Is The Revised One...

Dear God,

Hello! It's Mahesh here. But I guess you already know that, you being God and all. How’s it going up there? I bet the weather’s great! This kid Shravan at school says there’s a huge bowl of ras malai ( you know, that yellow sweet) up there. Is that true? Well if it is I’m coming up there for sure!

Since it’s been so long since I’ve written to you (About 3 years I think) I think I’ll start off with telling you what’s going on in life for me. I’m five and half feet tall now! I guess all that cycling to school did help out after all! I was wrong to shout at mom for making me ride dad’s old rusted bike to school every day! Half an hour of riding is no joke! But money’s been tight since dad left (Not that we ever had enough when he was around but now it’s just so much harder) and I should try to save money and take care of everything. After all, I am the man of the house! I’m 12 years old now! I’m not a kid! That brings us to another cool new thing! I got a job! Every day after school I go to school instead of playing with the other boys I go to the local grocer’s store to help out. He pays me 50 rupees a month! Though don’t tell mom about it. She thinks I play with my friends. She’d burst if I told her I was working. No! I don’t keep the money for myself! I just slip it into the box she puts the money she makes into. She doesn’t even notice! Wait till she realizes there’s extra money when she calculates it next month! She’ll be so amazed! Don’t worry! I’ll give you all the credit! Oh and mom left her old job. She got one at some factory. She makes lunch there. It’s funny really, she makes lunch for so many people but somehow forgets to get us some of the food for dinner. Ah well. Dadi’s condition isn’t any better than before. The doctor gave her two weeks. Well at least it doesn’t hurt anymore. Her moaning at night was getting annoying... But let’s not get into that! The gram Panchayat elections were held last month. What a mess they were! There were people shouting in protest and then there were police and there was firing and it just made me sick! People are so useless. They ruin everything! I was hoping that this time Sameer Chaha would win. He was such a sweet person! A good leader too! He could’ve taken our village to better places! He had even promised to make a school! No more going to the next village just to attend school. Oh wait, but then I’d have to quit my job! No way would the grocer here give me a job! My mom would kill him! Well anyway, it’s about time I get to studying. I have to give that scholarship exam! If I get through it, mom will be able to pay Munni’s college fees easily! Otherwise she’ll have to get to working at some rich man’s house in some god-forsaken city! Thank you for everything God, thank you for mom, thank you for my Dadi. Thank you for taking away her pain. Thank you for helping me get taller and for the bicycle and thanks for the job. I promise I’ll make you and Mom and Munni proud one day! I promise!

Please take care of everyone. I’m sure you’ll do it. You always do. Life’s hard, yes, but it could be a lot harder. Thank you. Say hello to dad for me, tell him I miss him, we all do.

Yours lovingly,

Mahesh.

Sing Along...

Well Following My New Method Of Dealing With Things...
Just Bottling Up Inside And Then Letting Them Out As Seemingly Senseless Rhymes...

Here's Another Something From Me...




His grin just gives it all away,
His special grin, it makes me sway,

Towards his path and thoughts of things,
Towards the blood, the pain he brings.

His eyes are more than dots of black,
They’re pools of death, and they attack.

Against his will I cannot go,
For doing that, it seems so wrong,
So when he sings of evil deeds,
All I can do is sing along.
All I can do is sing along...


Would Love Your Words On It...

Stray...

Not The Best I've Written But It's The First Time I've Written Something Like This So...
Yeah...


With startled eyes, I look and see,
Curls of brown in front of me.

Their hazel shade, it draws me in,
Now where was I? Where have I been?

A binding scent, I’m hypnotized,
A dream of love is synthesized.

She turns around, I see her face,
I hear it now, my heart, it says,

Look into those hazel eyes,
Feel your soul, see how it flies.

Then someone calls and I snap out,
My mind in awe, my heart in doubt.

And I shall let it stay that way,
I’ll let it feel, I’ll let it stray.

Let it think of what could be,
Let it bring a smile to me.

Mission Accomplished...

Wrote this for something on IAW...


"CHARGE!"

The commander's voice booms across the battlefield. He does as he's told. Shells that fall from the sky do a lot of damage. He dodges one-two-three! The fourth almost gets him. He's back on his feet now. Ready to kill. He sees the enemy coming at him now. One shot, one kill. That's his way of doing things.

"Keep Moving Private!"

The commander moves past him. The commander's a brave man he thinks. Another shell dodged. He moves forward. Jumping over a few corpses, creating a few. That's what he does. Those are his orders. Reaching the bunker he looks around for a brief moment. The commander's lying dead a little to his left. From the corner of his eye a figure takes aim. Another kill for the private. Moving into the bunker he finds what he's come for.

"STOP! DO NOT MOVE!" He sees a familiar figure at the corner of the room.

"Stripes. You're still alive. Shit! I had my money on you dying yesterday!"

Stripes pounces. That's what they're taught. Move forward. Kill. The private drops his gun. Time to get back to day one of killing camp. That's what they call it. That's where they're all trained. That's where they become Privates. Where they learn to obey without question. To kill without concern. Knifing time. They fight like they've known each other forever. And maybe they have. They grew up together. Brothers. But orders are to be followed. He dodges a jab and returns a hit. Two hits. Three.

"Good bye Stripes."

The Final blow is in position. But Stripes has his orders too. A silent cut ends His life. He isn't that bad either. Stripes whispers as his gut tears.
"Mission accomplished."

About this boy.

Once upon a time there lived a boy in a city. A big city it was. Very big. To big for anyone to pay attention o this little child. He wasn’t really all that little though. He was, as he put it, large. A little large boy living in a really big city. The boy would wake up the same way every time. Disturbing sleep he had. But it didn’t bother him. He was accustomed to it. Every night at 2 AM he’d wake up. A nightmare would drive his sleep away. But nightmare or no nightmare he’d wake up with a smile… A big smile that said “Hello! I’m here! I’m Back! And I Am Alive!” to all that would see it. But obviously no one would ever see it. He didn’t care. He’d pet his plants and wash his face. He made the best of what he had.

“Now where did I put those books? He’d ask himself. “There you are! Now! Prepare to be read like you’ve never been read before oh not-so organic man-made compound!” He’d laugh at his own joke. Making sure not to do so too loud. No, he wasn’t all that funny. But he made good company for himself.

He’d read words of men and women and Gods till the sun rose and it was time for him to get up. He’d get into bed and put on that old sleeping act.

“Wake up or miss breakfast big-guy” A familiar voice would say.

“I’d rather miss breakfast!” His act was perfect.

“Ok then. Your choice.” The voice would leave silently.

He’d get up and do what we all do every morning. It was time to get started with the day. Mumbling and humming he’d go about his daily chores till he managed to reach the part of the day where he was left all alone.

“Thinkin time” He called it. He’d walk the streets of the city as he thought. Looking at what was around him. The buildings, the sky, the people and everything else he could possibly see. He would marvel at how well nature had made things.

He’d say “I’m just a year old in my head. Everything is just so new to me. I like seeing all the colours and shapes and thoughts around me. Observing them, analyzing them. It gives me peace.”

He led a fairly simple life. Minimalistic he’d call himself. But his thoughts never seemed that way. He always wanted to become big and powerful. He’d say that it was the best way to help. He liked helping. Especially when it cam to helping his friends. Yes. He had friends. He loved his friends. He always did.

Well anyway. At the end of it all, it would be time to go back to sleep. Time to rest, time to dream. And as he’d get back up at night with a nightmare running through his mind he’d smile a smile that said “Hello! I’m here! I’m Back! And I Am Alive!”.

The Exchange.

Another Thingy For A Thingy ON IAW...


I walk down the same empty lane again. The lane where we once walked. I glance at the the bench on which we once sat and talked for hours on how life was treating us. We talked of people, of things, of thoughts and of everything else we could possibly talk of. I see the trash can we threw empty cans of coke in. He would win every time. I trip on a slab of pavement that always made me trip. Except this time there's something different. There's no one catching me as I fall. I pick myself up though. I've learnt to do so since I left it all. Since I left what I once was. But no matter how much I change things do not simply go away. He passes me by. I look at him and he glances at me. A nod is all we share now. An exchange of respect. That is all we share now.

Home.

Well This Is Something I Wrote For This Thing On IAW...(Indian Amateur Writers... This Community On Orkut)

The flash of light awakes me. Beautiful. The rain and the wind, they've done it again. A perfect storm rages outside. People run about trying to stay dry. They do not try hard enough I say to myself. I do not have to try. I am not worried about the storm. It cannot touch me here. Another flash of light. It seems almost as though God himself is reaching down to us. He does so with a little too much noise doesn't he? For I see a child looking with awe at the light and then clenching onto his mothers leg. He is afraid of the sound. So much noise. Too much noise. But I do not hear a thing. Far away i see a man who waits for a bus to come get him. But it will not be there anytime soon. He shivers and waits, just shivers an waits. I am warm here. Because here, it is never too cold. A woman stands there all alone. Just waiting for someone she loves to take her home. I have someone i love right here. She gives me kiss on my cheek and I smile. I kiss her back, she smiles.

Suddenly, I realize that I have something that very few of us are blessed with. I have all that I shall ever need in one place. I have a sanctuary, I have a little piece of heaven. I have... I have a home.

Good New People!!!
(People Being The Few Stray Souls Entering This Lonely Little Blog Of Thoughts That Don't Make Much Sense To Most.)

After A Quite A Few Moments Of What I May Now Call Pure Inspirations I Have Begun Writing What I Always Wanted TO Write.

Confessions Of A Soldier It's Called. I Hope It'll Help People One Day...

Berlin, 2042.

Ummm...
Ok...
I Admit It!
I HATE The Ending On This One Bunt Hey!
I Can't Leave A Poem Rhyme-less Now Can I?

Berlin, 2042.


A child, with these headphones on,
A child, with his parents gone,
A child, with his pause 'n' play,
But a child, never has his way...

The bombshell rips right through the door,
Spraying blood onto the floor,

A child, to the ground he falls,
A child all around him walls,
A child, does not cry or shriek,
Though a child, never felt so weak

The smile and tears lay on his face,
His head moves to the Music's pace.

A child, does not die too well,
But a child, does not go to hell,
A child, to our God says this,
Where's my music?
Where's my bliss?

To The Side...

This Is Another Warrior Of The Light Story. It Should Tell You About The Anatomy Of How The Warriors Work...
How They Tick...
Oh And Aishwariya...
Has This One Gone A Little Off In Terms Of How Te Last Two Were Written...


In the dream I walked where a city once stood. It was dawn. I could feel the sun on me. Judging me as I walked to him. The Warrior sat there. His robe stained with evil. His sword was drenched in it.

“How?”

He did not look at me. Something I was used to. Not being cared for. Not have anyone want to look to me. Suddenly, I realized where his mind was. I turned. A figure stood in the distance. With a robe of light and skin as white as snow. He carried a sword of fire. Blazing, licking the outside of it’s hilt, it lay at his waist a sign of who he was. Though who he was was still unknown.

“Cride!”

The Warrior spoke first. He smiled a special smile for the figure. One of brotherhood. Of pure, simple love and not the superficial likings we face and give for so much of our lives.

“Neo. I see your child has joined you. Has prism passed?”

“Not yet. She’ll be around shortly. As for the child, he shall be at the side as soon as they arrive.”

“How many of them were there?”

“About fifty at the least. They walked with purpose. Evil is strong here.”

“T’was a scouting party. Nothing more, nothing less.”

A new figure walked towards us. I could not see it’s face though. The sun walked behind it. A Guardian..”

“Prism.”

Cride’s voice gave away who he was. He was a leader. A kind leader. The type we hear of in fairy tales.

“I see you made it before me Cride. You just keep dissolving those flaws don’t you?”

“Haha! I try, I try.”

Cride looked much older when he laughed. Too old to be able to walk or talk or lead.

“Prism, we do not have time to talk. We must prepare. They shall arrive soon.”

As Prism neared I realized that she was a woman. Though there was nothing to her that I could count as being special. I realized son enough though that it her Simplicity that made her so forgettable. Her sword was in a hilt that lay across her back. It was a lot wider than any sword I had ever seen.

“Yes. We must prepare. But first, the child must pick his side.”

And just like that, I was far away from where i once stood. I watched on as three Warriors prepared for battle.