Shifting Operations!

I guess I've shifted operations now. So you can catch me rambling at:

http://fatmanrambles.blogspot.com/

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.