Friday, December 18, 2009

(N)Ever changing Climate

Try Preaching Bible in the Graveyard

Sunday, October 25, 2009


Everyday dawns
stretches in between.

Everyday brightens
Vanities of life.

Everyday breaks
With hope
Ends up broken.

Everyday is
A Babel
Bloodsport of maverick god

Everyday designs,
House of human cards.

Everyday inhales
Puffs of forlorn dreams.

Heavily inspired from a guy whom I happened to meet over a hill.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Clever Girl

This is a poem i wrote when i was in front of my study table, pretending to study. This is not exactly a poem. But you should have known that when it is from me! I didn't try to make impression with this p... er... thing! But if you are a girl, please come to gmail chat. I'm always ready to impress you. This is just a silly romantic poem i wrote seriously with my humble heart open to any girl who does have a mobile and free sms of minimum 100 in number*.

This is more like a chat between a boy and girl through mobile short messages. But it was misunderstood to be a poem by the writer, due to all the rhyme and hymn of the material. It might break the heart of the writer, if he knows the thing he poured his heart in turned out to be a coffee shop conversation, rather than a poem. So, let us all enter into an alternate reality through a worm hole, where it would be considered as a poem. Come aboard!

Are you sure you are in love?

Don't you know this is love?

You are loving whom?

It came upon me like a boom.

You are loving... whom!

I afraid, without him life is doom.

By God! Are you sure you are in love?

As hot as a stove!

Then, you love whom?

He Whisked past like Zoom!

Asking out of exasperation, What is your love?

Whiter than a whitest Dove!

What are you trying to say?

Lucid poem, not essay!

Tell me, you love whom?

Are you dumb?

How come?

Unadulterated mud, you have as a brain

If so, how come u call me friend?

This is why, you assume, you are just my friend.

If not friend, what can i be..... it can't be!

Yes, what can you be?

Then, you love....

* - conditions apply. No recharge will be done by the writer, unless I get to see her face. With the lift of section 377 of the law the writer is afraid of many applications from males adulterating his already overwhelming female applications for the post of his girl friend. Audition to be held soon.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sunday, 6’o clock

It was a Sunday evening. The central railway station was crowded with people. One cannot guess which state we are in by looking at the face of the people there. People there were of mixed races and skin colors. There were Solankis, Guptas, Raos, jains and many others. Chennai central always looks like a place where Babylonians have gathered to build Babel, chaos of shouting in all languages spoken in India. And if it is the time of arrival of train to Mumbai, then the whole station will look like a pandemonium.

Time: 17.45. I just entered the railway station when the automated voice announced that the Mumbai express is about to start five minutes. I was afraid that my reddish eyes and untidy hair might draw some attention towards me. Luckily it did not. I don’t want to make any scene that might ruin my opportunity. I moved my eyes over the crowd, scanning. This might be the last chance I could have. I have to find him, soon. There is not much time left. Everything must happen the way I planned them.

The bulge in my pocket was clearly visible. I felt the gun in my pocket with my fingers. My heart was pounding as if it was about to burst out of the rib cage. I took my hand out of the pocket to avoid police suspicions. He should not show any outward signs of danger. My fingers were etching towards gun. I wanted to take the gun and empty all the bullets in cartridge in his chest. He has to be attended. But time has to come. I know how many guys have ended up in jail since they acted in wrong time.

I just remembered that he always travels in the I Class A/C compartment. I pushed through the crowd towards the passenger name list chart near the door. I scanned the list, ah…… I found him. His seat was not near the gate. So I moved deep into the train. He was there, fumbling through his bag for something. Time: 17.50

I asked, “Mr.Bose?”


I pointed the gun at him and said “You have asked for it, haven’t you, Mr.Bose?”

He stared at me curiously for few seconds and his face lit up. He asked

pointing me with the eye glasses in his hand, “ Ajay, right?”


He sat up straight and asked “Tell me, what this stuff is?”

I took some breath and started “This is just an ordinary regular revolver, nothing special. 6 rounds, Takes time to reload for unpracticed hands, makes loud noise, easy to use but less accuracy. No silencer can be fitted, definitely not suitable for people like you.”

“This is not for me, just for my boys.”

“So, what do you say?”

“I’ll take it”. He took the gun carefully from my hands and packed it carefully beneath his clothes.

“Thank you, it has been pleasure doing business with you.”

I stood up and hesitated for a second before moving. Finally, I inhaled deeply, and asked “Do you know Mothilal, my father? He was working in sugar factory.”

“I can’t remember well. What does he do now?”

“Nothing. He is dead”

“Oh, I remember now. It is the guy who was found dead in sugar molasses?”


“I feel sorry for you. The investigation is going on, right? Don’t hesitate if you need any help.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He waved his hand in dismissal.

Time: 17.55. I got out of the train. My hands were trembling. I was furious with anger. I was not able to control myself. My whole body was shaking. I know, he is the one who was responsible for my father’s death. But he acts as if he barely knew him. He should be punished. But how could I ever do that? He is a man of power. He has money and power. I could not allow myself to be caught for any murder. I have a family that needs me. My complaints will not be accepted. I have got no other choice. It has to be like this.

Inside the train, Bose packed the bag with gun securely, and kept it beside him. When he looked down his seat to check his other lug gages, he found a white parcel. He weighed it with his hands to guess what is inside.

Time: 18.00.I came out of railway station. I look around for it. I found it and moved towards it. I went directly into the booth and close behind me. “Hello, control room? …… I have information…….yes…… identity is unnecessary……cannot say the source…… there is a bomb in ….”

P.S.- My tamil Blog friends could have read this story already in tamil. It was English I wrote this story at first. I did this in a Creative Writing Workshop, to which I got selected from my college.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Old men, Rocking chair

Old men, Rocking chair

It rocks
In the cottage
To and fro
Like a boat roped to the abandoned shore
Gentle and silent
A wavering mind
Dithering like pendulum
Over two different ideas

A time warper to an old man
Who becomes reminiscent of his past

Laid near a fire place
He rocks on that chair
With a hot coffee cupped in his hands
Sipping slowly
Nostalgic of callous and fertile past

Laid in a corner
In darkness
Another old man sits,
Numb with cold, with a nippy coffee
Untouched over the table nearby
Reminiscences of a blundered past

As a clever man learns from his past,
An intelligent man learns from others’

- B.பிரபுகுமார்

Sunday, March 8, 2009

My experiments with "Truthtellers" (The Enlightened ones)

First of all i want to make it clear that this has nothing in relation with Gandhi. It has got nothing to do even with truth. I'm going to talk just about those 'truthtellers',or 'the enlightened'. So, what is truth? (hey, no philosophical shit!). Have you seen a man who got boozed up? If yes thn you will know, what iam saying, that it is my experiences with those 'enlightened' ones who got boozed up. I don't know how, but even a person who cannot speak up usually are able to take lectures under the influence of this 'holy water' in their blood in the name of alcohol.

It was when I went to theater in Chennai 5 years back, i got my first experience. While waiting in the ticket counter, we were chatting about this and that, you know. Then came the subject of Andra foods and how hot and spicy they are. And there came a hitch. The Wise man 'Magi' on my back started saying things about the Andra foods. He was unstoppable. I cannot help but nod to his bullshit(oh god, forgive my sins and please save me from this nut!). He started on Andra mess and Andra student(oh, not again!). My cousin suresh got furious on me. He was glaring at me as if accusing me, 'its your fault. you started it,you ******* moron'. I squirmed a little and started staring here and there. But our guy obviously oblivious to this, was going on talking. Now Suresh became desperate and cried out, "Hey, this is not fair. Open the door. Give away the tickets soon yaar". Now our guy turned his look towards him(ya, jimmy...go, get him) from myself. He stared at my cousin and said solemnly, "Calm down. Why are over excited? Don't lose your temper". Suresh gave me a hurt look which could very well be interpreted as, "It is because of you i got teached about patience and temper by a 'drunkard'!! I'll kill you,..." (Hey, dont expect me to say those things. If I do, my blog may get blocked). He turned towards me again as if nothing has happened. By God's grace the counter was open by then, we got the tickets and ran inside literally. Even we, without little alcohol in blood, stumble in the darkness once we are inside theater. Even now it surprises me, how did he find us in that stark darkness. He called on us to wait. Even now i remember how desperately we disappeared in the crowd to escape him. After that my cousin didn't talk to me till the movie was over. Even now he dreads the idea of going to movie with me.

After this i haven't had any experience with any 'truthtellers' till i was in college. This time it wasn't somebody else. It was my very own friend ajith. Our college was on longest ever strike when it happened. We were all outside our classes with professor of all departments. One of our professors was making a speech when he came silently and sat beside me. He was acting funny and i could smell something fishy. When i asked him about this, he smiled insanely. when prodded he spat out that he had some beer. He told me it was to improve his body(What a Bullshit!). By now girls were crossin us. I got an idea and shouted at hm "AJITH, why do you drink so much. No girls will look at you if they know this". By luck they never heard this, but he was shocked. His boast suddenly went off and he begged me not to do so. It was a pity when i knew his girl knew about his drinking because holding others' secret is a wonderful thing in the world as you can intimidate without any limit and all that he will be able to is a foolish smile (Ha... how sweet!). But i got him the other way. On some other occasion when got real high on whiskey, he spat out some close to heart info about his love affair (Don't ask me. He asked me not tell that Velankanni church and se....oops! hey, don't tempt me.). Now you know why they are 'truthtellers'. Ajith, the enlightened, has now become intimidable and everybody is having their time making fun out of him now.

My experience after that happened when i went to a function in my friend's home. My friend and I sat beside each other to have our lunch. There came our guy, St.'drunk'izen, with 'holy water' upto his neck. He smelled like a minibar. He started delivering his crappy 'holy sermon'. First he asked me whether i know hindi. I was unsure what to say this stranger. Without giving me enough time, he started giving me lecture about politics like what karunanidi didnot do, what others are doing...blah blah blah....(oh god, Why is it always me? have i done any sin my births before this?). He then started telling me how he born in Borebander like Gandhi(Let Gandhi forgive me for defaming him). Then came my Xavier, my friend's Bro, he literally caught him hugged, "Bava, they are eating. Lets get out. You are boozing at noon? what is this, bava?". Just this time i thank god for saving me little early than my other such encounters.

Apart from this i have also got some other encounters which didn't last long. There were few accidents while riding bikes and few hard drinkers who stand straight even after drinking much enough to get the liquor overflow out of eyes and ears. Even now drinkers amuse me and they have always got me fascinated me with their actions. My curiosity never runs out even after this. They always turn out to be a new person once they are back to normal. Let me finish this with a quote in my friend's T-shirt, "But occifer there's no blood in my alcohol".

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I cannot say this is my first trial on writing some vent out thoughts of mine, as im already a blogger in Tamil. Also, this not my first trial on English as i have tried to write few short stories in English. In fact the first words of my mind to be express explicitly in writings were of English. As i am fond of languages, i also like to read and write. oops.... this blog goes on as if it is for my self intro(Prabhu, stop this egotistic shit... we came for ur blog, not u... moron!). sorry, i got carried away( don't ask me where). I don't know where this blog might lead to.

This blog might as well contain the English impressions of posts from my Tamil Blog. i hope you enjoy this site. i also have an idea to publish my short stories in this blog.