Just Love this!

This poem is a gift from a mother to her son for his birthday. Got this from epinions. Its so simple, yet conveys so much of emotion.

You came into my life so long ago
I counted your fingers
And your little toes.

Your first smile at me
Truly captured my heart
Our bond had been sealed I
t was only the start.

Your first steps amazed me
You were wanting to run
With sparkling bright eyes
You were looking for fun.

Your first words were like music
They sounded so sweet
And when you said "MaMa"
I felt so complete.

Your first days in school
Were frightening, no doubt
It didn't take long, though
Your talents soon were sought out.

Your first competition
In Geometry, no less!
You brought home the gold
Proving you're simply the best.

Your first try at typing
Your fingers showed what they could do
You became the State Champion
Not just one year, but two!!

Your first job brought money
and your very first car
It was old and it rattled
But it took you so far.

Your first love is music
With the joy that it brings
And I proudly tell people
"You should hear when Tim sings!"

You're first in my heart
As you always have been,
With hugs and with kisses
Happy Birthday, Tim!!

A National Geographic Experience

Poetry is something which I try very rarely. I don't know about rules of poetry, but I write the way words come out and as long as it sounds good, it goes onto the paper. Probably if I had followed certain rules it could have sounded a lot better. So if u have any fundaes please leave comments.

Had the slightest idea on what I was trying to narrate in the poem? Here's the story:


Myself, Mr.T,R,and B were walking by the tarams bus stop after having a hearty meal last week. This is when we came across torams, (the name sounds so stupid.......but who else can come up with such a name than our Mr. B, the FAG!) the tortoise. Beside it we found this dog, posed with a tilted head, bulbing on how exactly the stone before it was moving. So we came up with this brilliant idea to take torams along with us and leave it in no better place than our own jungle campus. Moreover that would save the tortoise from the hungry dog, which was still wondering if its a stone.

So!....of what better use is my digicam for?!.....We started off with a spree of "National geographic level" photographing of torams.(you see....the idea of naming it was also truly professional!). We took torams to our room....photographed it and did all kinds of stuff...like giving it some obstacle course, turning it upside down...........studying the cause and effect of its stimuli(basically paining it to the max!...although only for a while. INSPIRATION: ANIMAL PLANET's CROC HUNTER STEVE). The remaining story is self explanatory I guess.


Note: There are few words (such new words are in bold italics) which would not be found in the dictionary. They are borrowed from IIT Lingo. But believe me....its very simple to know what they mean. You only need to feel the pronunciation. If you have problems understanding them, refer Student Slang At IIT Madras: A Linguistic Field Study

Life through the eyes of Tor(toise-in-tar)ams

Thrown in an unknown territory, with danger lurking around,
My natural instincts tell me not to fall as a prey.
All I can see are humans on this ground,
I hope I am not a bait, and this is what I pray

Take one step, sit tight, take another step, sit tight
This is my strategy, hoping not to catch anybody's sight
Moving ahead with a desperate fight
To the corner of the street, my shelter for tonight.

But before I can take any step, all my efforts are in vain
As I find myself lifted off the terrain,
By humans in a group a four,
To make this night even more sore

Made blindfold and thrown in a sack,
I try to wallow to find a crack.
But my strengths sag, as I try to break the seal,
My only choice, to not to end up in someone's meal.

As I see my efforts nullify,
I sense my fate, is to die.
I wanna let out a huge cry
And ask God, Why!

This journey to the gallows says,
To live a life there are many ways,
If not in real, at least in dreams,
So I dream to taste a life flavored by so many creams.

I dream of plants, I dream of springs,
I dream of endless harmony, that this wonderland brings
What a utopia!
Anything you want....Is in cornucopia!

At last
The seal is opened, and my dreams broken.
As I open my eyes, completely shaken
I don't see the gallows but I see grass!
Wait a sec!, I know this place...This is IIT Madras!

What a utopia!
Anything you want....Is indeed here in cornucopia

How and why this page exists

Ooph!....Finally!....this page starts existing. This also proves the fact that I am unable to shake off the inertia I carry with me while stepping into new tasks such as blogging! Why blogging??......Well there are many reasons to it, but initially I had my own qualms about switching from a diary to a we(b-log). Nevertheless I still maintain a diary.

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self" (which I still believe in!)
-Cyril Connolly

I write because

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection"
-Anais Nin

How difficult is it for a person to describe himself (totally) in writing?....Believe me! Its impossible. Writing about others is easier than writing about oneself. Moreover judging others is much more easier than judging oneself. Although I believe in individuality, an individual is a combination of so many traits, that he is unsure of the trait that is going to surface the next movement, which itself depends on the precarious paths that nature offers him, to tread upon in his journey. Writing about oneself is much different from an author's description of the protagonist of his novel. It is much similar to sitting outside and describing the character.

The analogy that I am able to derive from the song -'Objects in the rare view mirror appear closer than they are' by Meatloaf, is strikingly similar to what I am trying to say:

If life is just a highway, then soul is just a car.
Steering my way through this uphill road,
Looking at the path, which shows itself so very little,
I wonder what is in store for me in the future,
But all I can do, is to learn by looking at my rare view mirror,
Of the nature of twists and turns that I had tread upon and that lie beyond the zenith.

I blog because

1. I am a victim of technology. Today I say, writing is so painful. The next generation would say typing is so very painful, and the generation next to that would'nt even speak!

2. My diary will still continue to be my diary, while my blog is just a place where I can share, rant or discuss just about anything, but primarily it is there to keep me is good mental state (Yeah......all this talk about letting out anger, happiness and "Freedom of Speech".....that is what I am practising )and hope it also brings others to a better state by accepting their comments.

Note: I might give a very rosy picture of my life in this blog.....coz, as I had mentioned before, everything does not get into this blog. So this is much similar to a photograph described by Robin Williams in the movie-'One Hour Photo'

3. Learn new stuff especially the things I am passionate about such as running, photography etc.

So sit back, relax and watch what I have on show for u!