My little crush story

[On an insomniac night, between 6am and 7am, I decided to write a poem for my crush of the past (and present?). I even posted it on one of those confessions pages. It has quite a few clues here and there regarding her identity and several other things -- a few friends have deciphered the truth. Don't bother about the clues, though. Just enjoy the poem. :)]

A week into Autumn, the Stork took the First Train to your home.
He flew, precisely, a wonder times a wonder
No. of days more before he dropped me,
My town being 510 miles asunder

In IIT, you're a Friend,
Yet not a friend;
But of many friends,
You're a good friend.

Voldemort himself introduced us, remember?
A recent leap-and-hug day, it was.
He whispered to me, "Isn't she your crush, boy,
Ever since that wretched EE course? Don't lie!"

Our meetings very few,
And chats have been curt.
I'm kind-of afraid to approach
Lest my sharp tongue give you hurt.

Your delicate frame, I hope,
Enshrines an innocent Hindustan ka Dil!
Which I'd like to know and connect to; Alas!
Even as I leave, our disjoint lives play ill.

Often, in front of the Sun, I sip
The the grape-like chemical when I'm beat.
As my eyes use heuristics
To discover your seat.

A letter to my grown up self

[People write letters to their past self in an attempt to be more cautious and productive, to tell them to avoid certain mistakes. I'm writing a letter to my future self -- a justification for being a bum -- so that he may not put such crap to me.]

I wish to tell you, Mr. Saheel,
Before you call me names
What made me, your youth,
Available for your blames.

Desires galore yet I am
Humbled by sloth
I want you not to pity
"Your efforts were froth!"

I'll give no excuses
For time I lost
But lessons of life
Come at great cost

Games to play
And groups to spam
Books to read
And oh! Animes! Damn!

"Inconsequential drags, they are.
Don't you understand?!"
But they helped you reach the place
Where now you proudly stand.

I am not so perfect, Sir,
To grasp without mistakes
The wisdom that you flaunt
Came after several retakes

So let me flirt
Laugh less, more cry
So let me sin
Learn less, more try

Because once I'm you
There won't be time
And the immaturity
To commit crime

The Hyd trip

Last Sunday I took my TOEFL exam. The test centre was in Hyderabad which gave me a chance to visit the city of Chicken Biryani and factories catering to IIT-crazy "students" who, not-so-surprisingly, form a larger chunk of the IITM populace, or for that matter, any IT-related populace. :D It was a hectic visit: reached Hyd at 6am, exam at 10, lunch at 2, sleep + Anime till 6, snack, return train at 7. Nonetheless, it had its moments.

Revival

Sigh. I want to blog, I really do. No, time is not the problem. I have enough of it. Just the right motivation after an appropriate stimulation -- yes, that will help. So, in an attempt to restart my blogging career, I am publishing this poem that I wrote a couple of weeks back

Break the Break !!

Warning: This post has nothing useful. Just the thoughts of my mind.

    I am in a position in my life which I keep on confronting again and again. On one hand there is lot of work to do -- interesting work -- but on the other hand, there is this wicked mind which compels me to waste almost all the time I have on apparently useful but factually useless things like cricinfo, ebay, imdb, youtube, etc. Did you notice something? Yes, Internet is the platform on which these evils form their brotherhood! Now I guess some of my friends will understand why I am trying to run away from "on-line" services offered by this wonderful product of technology commonly known as Computer.