December 23, 2012

Life's a Minesweeper game

I'm a Minesweeper addict.

Yes, right, Minesweeper.. that Microsoft game which's been in our computers right since we had black and white computers.. The game that literally baffles more than half the computer-knowing population, the very same game that had that smiley at the start, which made faces from :-) to :-o to :'-) to B-)
I guess the B-) came pretty rare.. and :'-) came rather frequently.. and a :-) essentially at every start.

Hasn't anybody noticed the parallelism between Minesweeper and life?

We start almost everything with a smile, when we have actually no idea whatsoever as to how that something might turn up as.


Needless to say, we always start with something small.

You flag your milestones and burn in the mines. You take help of the numbers, ever so colourful, every time telling a newer story.

We smile at something we have no idea about, and dive in it straight. Result? :'-)
And :'-) a rather too many times.

Then finally comes the elusive B-)
First by fluke, then by random guesses, then by calculated moves.
The ratio of :'-) to B-) starts changing.

We then become slightly bold, and choose to seek out for a harder goal, we go for the medium difficulty board.

Our ego fuelled by Intermediate wins is benumbed pretty soon, actually.



Now, you try a little harder. You set your mind to a higher difficulty level.

Practice teaches you and you understand your own gradual progress.
With practice, you become more efficient, more durable in the field.

With some effort, your smiley finally wears sunglasses.


Victory seems a sweet word, after all.

Once again your ratios overturn, your timing improves..

and then you become ready for the bigger challenge.. but in a more humble mindset..
You ready yourself for the bigger step..


You try your hand with your existing knowledge.
You fail. Miserably so.


 Then you improve your technique.

You spend hours rectifying your strategy, your approach to this challenge.

Out of curiosity, you try the earlier easier formats, but they now become too drab for your taste.

You now start getting at this point more and more frequently...



You get back to refining your win/loss ratio, until you reach this point...



(observe above mines carefully)

This is the point, when logic fails to satisfy you in totality.

You try, and retry. And fail with just 1-2 mines left, and no logic proving helpful.
You hate the entry of luck in the most logical game ever.

You try again and again to disprove the factor of luck in logic, but miserably fail to do so. Habit fails to help, logic fails to help and your ratios don't overturn.

Slowly, you learn to accept your luck. Now, with practice, you're already good enough to not fail in logic, so the only variable now is luck, and your win/loss ratio entirely now depends on luck.


Life's similar, people.

We need practice to increase our probability of success, at the same time we need a certain amount of faith in some higher authority (that remains uncovered so far, atleast by our limited logic). The weirdish sixth sense that's lent by this 'faith' variable does a lot good, especially because now you atleast have something to turn to when your logic is all used up. Faith is an emotion, as is the passion for success that drove you the long way. So at the end of the day, you started with a smiley and you dived in, and you ended up with either satisfaction or dissatisfaction.

In other words, all that logic was for your emotions.
A better B-) :: :'-) ratio makes you happy, while a not so good B-) :: :'-) ratio makes you dissatisfied or angry or irritated.

I'm neither glorifying only emotions or only logic here.
I'm suggesting an ideal balance of both.

Because only then can you enjoy to work and work to enjoy.
And be ready for something like this...





December 2, 2012

Silence

The noisier the road got, the louder I heard your silence

They shout aloud, them vendors,

But your deafening silence prevents me from hearing it


Your words that lined like peas in a pod now seem eaten away by caterpillars


It happens you see..


Drops of rain evaporate


As did your words


I hate to hear


Your bland screeching silence


Your loud screaming silence..


Not talking seems right my dear,

It's right


But talk...


Because I really don't like your silence more than your words..

November 22, 2012

An expression of the Earth’s love for the Sun


This is the English translation of the Marathi poem पृथ्वीचे प्रेमगीत .
The original poem was too beautiful to not be shared with my friends. कुसुमाग्रज , was indeed a master at imagination, weaving scientific facts with the beauty of love. My only contribution here is the translation, and change of rhyme scheme from abcb to abab. 



Ages after ages zoom, O bright one…
How long, from you, must I stay?
How long must I keep round the run?
How many appeals must on I pray?

No longer remain the heavy, bated breaths
Far is my body’s fire from its reaches
The flame of the youth has had deaths
My heart’s now left with only dark niches

Inside me, still is awake love’s spark
And so shall it remain for eons too…
Round and around, I go without a mark
All I know is that I follow you

The stars shine on me, in pomp and glory
And flash and shower aurora down
Without you, O lord, what would be my story?
Then in darkness, would my universe drown!

Collecting the strewn beads of light
Scattered away from you by chance
The Moon wishes to get self in sight
Accepting and practicing his pitiful penance

At my doorstep, in his radiant gait
Stands loving Venus – evening and morns
Bushing red is the Mars in wait
Ho proposes me, shedding all his scorns

Celibate and dejected stays the Pole Star
And has chosen a life with the monks!
With blown hair, as if by wind in a car,
The Comet asks me out, quite on the rocks!!

Seeing and worshipping your eternal brightness
How can fireflies now make my necklace?
May God drive away the weak and their nearness
Even your distance beats them in grace!

The Laval sparks out pool all the lakes
As do your memories come up burning
My whole and soul shakes and quakes
As your thoughts get my insides churning

How I wish to merge in your dynamic hips
Your neck be intertwined in mine!!
How I want to drink the fire in your red lips
And the climax reach, with me in arms thine

O Limitless Friend, with incomparable highness
I know I’m just a soiled dot
To adorn and sing your pedal greatness
The ornament of soil is all my worthy lot!

November 11, 2012

The King

The tired man walked in
His tall frame slowly losing its height
More than seventy years load
Bending his shoulders away..

I stay numb like always,
Belittled by his inexplicably royal personality..
He has worked all day, relentlessly
Just like past forty years..
An age, a lifetime dedicated to knowledge

Today they respect him less, fear more..
Understand him less, bitch of him more..
Know less than him, pretend more..
In their sad excuses for merriment..

They understand not the tired body
The pain of rejection of his skills..
The accusation of him being disposable..
Of being past expiry date..

Yet they crowd him, when they're at a loss..
Call him The King, seek redressal..
Yet talk of him ill, unbeknownst to him.

That bothers the mortal man he is..
But his mind still works..
Recognising the challenge, avoiding silly talk,
He is ready for the next day
His sceptre in his hand, he arrives..

Nobody realises what burdens he's carried
Because the smile on his face doesn't give him away..
The crowd ignores, in their mediocrity
I watch it from my vantage point-
The King and his kingdom's worry..

Calypso

I could gulp the gush
of the waterfall or 
I could tame 
A roaring lion with a glance
I would silence a wild elephant
With a blink of my eye
I would raise my hand
And silence howling wolves
I could shadow the Sun
And eclipse away the moon..

I'd hold the clouds in my palm, 

and tame
any wave that uses to rise
I'll weave the wind
In my plait, and
Clench the earth under my feet
I can collect the stars
In the twinkle of my eye
And colour the aurora with my moods..
I could match every grain of sand
With a different snowflake

And every speck of dust

With a ray of light
You all live in me, just as

I live in each one of you
You breathe me in, for
I'm in the air..
I'm the smile in your tears

And the courage in your fears

Search me out and search me in

And yet find me nowhere
See me, follow me..
Hear me, lose me..
Please me or tease me,
You'll only appease me..
Touch me not, for I'm not tangible..


But you're smarter, man...

You touch me through your words
You touch me through your deeds
And you bind me to you,
With so much love..

The one thing I can't tame.

August 26, 2012

The Painting of Life

The faint lines on the paper
Make an erratic form
Pale figures are formed
And they tell me of
Their own complexity,
Their own vagueness,
Their own exoticity..

You know what I think?
The same faint lines-
The very same paper-
Just have to be adjusted
In a better manner..

And in that instant,
The complexity turned simple.
The vagueness turns clears.
The exoticity turns mundane.

The so-called artistic strokes
Of the so-called talented artist
Now become comprehensible
To the simple and the common.

Same it is in life.
Greater a person, less simple a life
And the greatness of the great
Is incomprehensible for the common.

Complexity brings greatness,
And greatness needs a way to come,
That of complexity..

June 30, 2012

Cartoons: Our happy chunk of childhood

I took my ceremonial cup of tea of the day, and there came the thunder of the over-burdened sky. It roared, making rather funny sounds.. I smiled.. I thought of my little sister some 850km away, and tried to imagine what she would be doing right now.. The little thing would've been tired after her long school and table tennis coaching, and before she could be gobbled up by her hillock of homework, she'd probably be stealing her fair share of cartoons !

Cartoons !
Then I thought what she'd be watching.. Most probably Chhota Bheem or Doraemon or Shin-chan (boy do I hate him!) or Ben10... Maybe some other lame such thing !

Jeez, people.. This dude Chhota Bheem is a super winner.. He wins cricket matches against aliens, is supposed to be super smart AND super lucky and can fight all sorts of daaku/villain log as well as like-I-said-before aliens and black-magic and shit !
Nobita, Doraemon's friend, on the other hand is a super loser. He can burn corn flakes and can mess up drinking water. He can no control whatsoever on himself and is permanently under influence of some emotion , be it jealousy or greed or something else from the Pandora's box..
Shin-chan.. that sadistic bastard.. is the one cartoon that I and Aditya, my cousin and cartoon-mate (a cartoon-mate is almost as important as a soul-mate!), have successfully banned for my sister.



What shitty cartoons they make these days man !! Check out the newer seasons of the awesomest/perfectest/superbest/loveliest/made-for-each-other-est/evergreen pair in the history of art, our darlings Tom and Jerry.. THEY TALK !! They don't even look like the Tom and the Jerry we love..!
No breakup hurts as bad as seeing them talk, or not be similar to themselves, or even seeing the face of Tom's mistress.. I can't bear to watch the new Tom and Jerry for even a minute without lamenting for the fate of Fred Quimby, Chuck Jones, Hanna-Barbara and all those!

Remember the Metro-Goldwyn Mayer ka roaring lion before every Tom and Jerry episode?! And also Tom "Meow Meow"ing through the O of TOM, and Jerry falling,resting and cutely tap-waving on the Y of JERRY? I can remember each and every one of the plans made by Jerry and Spike-n-Tyke and the little ducklings and the canaries and the body-builder brother Muscles of Jerry and his cute baby-nephew Nibbles! The zillion times that Tom's tried to catch Jerry, and the equivalent number of times Jerry's saved himself.. The most beautiful friendship in them when they can't bear the thought of the other being out on a frosty night or being washed off in a flood or nursing each other in times of fever. I honestly doubt if there could ever be something as pure as that !



And it wasn't just Tom and Jerry we loved.. Remember ol' Popeye and his lady love Olive Oyl and the bad fella' Bluto (yes people, Bluto, NOT Brutus!).. That Bluto always managed to steal everything Popeye'd get for Olive, and she'd be impressed by Bluto than Popeye and then scold Popeye and ask him to be like Bluto. Just when the depressed Popeye would be walking away, he'd hear the cries of Olive for help.. Popeye'd try and help her but well, Bluto was Bluto ! He'd beat the shit outta Popeye, until finally Popeye's pipe tore up his can of Spinach and made his biceps n triceps awesomer than ever, his anchor tattoo almost alive and wipe out Bluto and get Olive Oyl..!
The story was always the same as above, but he was the reason we ate spinach and knew-and-desired olive oil before our parents did!



Another of their gift to us were the Loony Tunes.. all crazy people.. pigs and canaries and aliens and rabbits and all living together, loving each other ! The mad mad Bugs Bunny, the stupid Daffy Duck, the crazy canary tweety



There of course, were the Powerpuff Girls formed by the mysterious chemical X, which got added by the cowardly intelligent Professor Utonium. We all laughed at the mad monkey Mojo Jojo, and the finicky Mayor of Townsville (that was a trillion times more awesome than Farmville). Girls fought as to whether they were Blossom (the awesome!), Bubbles (the sweetums!) or Buttercup (the anger bomb!); boys denied they watched it (but generally had Buttercup as their favourite) and secretly watched it anyway !



We had the stinking rich Richie Rich, the most well-behaved yet sweet and smart boy, who was singularly loved by every girl, and whose Irona and Gloria and Dollar and the butler were such darlings ! His mad professor Keen Been who produced amazing machines that helped Richie protect his fortune !



There was the amazing, imagination-stretching Flintstones and Jetsons hour.. we'd be laughing at the leg-start car of Fred, the always-see-only-one-side of Welma, their pet dragon, and the super-awesome aircar-cum-suitcase of Mr Jetson, their amazing accessories.. These cartoons made us think of both, the past and the future, and how a simple family of four would be in such situations.



"Scoooby Dooobie Doooo" and his Yo!-fight-me nephew Scrappy stole our hearts in their own endearing ways.. Daphne's scarf and stalkings made her so pretty, and Welma, the smart-ass always kept thinking. That was one detective show everybody so loved !

We loved Pokemon, the first season with Ash, Brock and Misty ! We knew all their Pokemons and all their transformations.. Pichchu-Pikachu-Raichu.. Charmander-Charmeleon-Charizard.. Bulbasaur.. Gigglypuff.. we knew them all by heart.. we traded their tazos and cards..! we ate a million Cheetos for the craze of Pokemon !



The mechanic cats who turned into terrorist chasing cops were Swat Cats.. bade miyaan and chhote miyaan! So was Droopy and his son ! We had He-Man whose sword grew thrice and his nose-laughing nemesis- the Skeletor.. We had the Road Runner and Wiley Coyote, with his Al Qaeda stock of Acme explosives! There were the Sylvester and Tweety mysteries, with their supersmart grandmother.. There was Tintin, his dog and Captain always on the lookout of something fishy.. There were those 5 kids with different rings enabled to give rise to Captain Planet.. Then there was Sakura and her cards.. Batman.. Robin.. Wonderwoman.. Hawkgirl.. Superman.. Spiderman.. Green Lantern.. Flash.. the Justice League..



The desi versions rocked too.. Aladdin, Jasmine, the dumb Abu, the talkative Iago and the blue Genie on their flying Kaalim told us the sheer beauty of the Arabian Nights (can still hum that tune!). Sahara channel brought to us Mowgli, The Lion King and rather-distorted-but-much-more-interesting versions of Cinderella and Snow-White! We had the silly Timon and Pumba..!



We ofcourse had our very own Shaktiman who zoop-zoop-zooped his way, though he wasnt a cartoon ! So wasn't the 'mastikhor' Bokya Saatbande ! We used to love Vicky-Jamie-and-Harriett in Small Wonder; we loved Lizzie McGuire; the season1only of Hannah Montana.. And we looooved the Legends Of The Hidden Temple ! And guys watched SonPari too !

We had lousy stuff too !
Something we never quite understood (at that age) was the blonde hunk in black tee n blue jeans, Johnny Bravo and his match-making-everywhere mother ! All we understood was his queer hand-action on approaching a beauty and say "Aye, Haseena !" (sorry, I saw that one in Hindi!) and the beauty generally had him spell his name E-M-B-A-R-R-A-S-S-M-E-N-T !
Then there was Courage, the Cowardly Dog, his old mistress and creepy old master... And the producer/director's weird love for aliens ! This again was invariably the same.. An alien comes, affects the mistress, the love for the mistress makes Courage save her.
I seem to also recollect a really lamely animated version of Mahabharat !
I also remember the Weasel and Baboon something show.. We thought it was hell crazy because of the red-butts that it flaunted !
The worst was Ed, Edd and Eddy. I hated it, and all the non-sense it stood for !






But right now, as I look at all that, I see I had such a flavoured growing up.. The awesome stuff taught us morals and values while these very values taught us to dislike the non-awesome stuff !
We didn't grow up on XBox and PSP, we didn't have internet gamesites.. and thank my stars, we didn't have Farmville ! We all had our favourite cartoon merchandise- schoolbags, pouches, tiffin boxes, water bottles and tshirts ! We've travelled from #1 the time when Cartoon Network got gobbled up at 9pm so that TNT shooted to #2 Cartoon Network became a 24hour channel to #3 when Cartoon Network became CN and we finally stopped watching it !


We all grew up loving these folks as much or more than we loved our friends and family. We were serious cartoon addicts and we loved comparing ourselves to the favourite cartoon. And we still love them, we still laugh and talk excitedly about them and compare them and tell people which our favourite cartoon character was.. And I've still not even begun about Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Pooh Bear, Tele-tubbies, Ariel and Barbie..


These cartoons created a whole new world for us.. a world we desired and dreamt of.. a world that taught us morality, that taught us to be happy and funny and naughty and at times irritate our parents about ! That world is a part of everybody today.. of you, and of me..


And obviously, the fastest way to awaken the child in us !



June 29, 2012

The Prince

Let him be that smile,
that brings one on my face
Let him be the companion,
that's with me place to place


Let him be the boy,
who troubles me no end
Let him be that man,
who will always be my friend


Let him be with calibre,
that I can totally trust
Let him also bend down,
if he circumstantially must


Let him fight with me,
let him make me cry
Let him get angry at me,
let him make me try


Let him smile quietly,
when I'm being crazy
Let him look into my eyes,
and find the world hazy


Let him give me a hand,
when I can't go on
Let him ask for mine,
and we'll prod on


Let him make me walk from inside,
on every street, road and alley
Let him be my hitch-hiker,
and we'll wander all hill and valley


Let him teach me,
when I think I'm on top
Let him trust me most,
when I depress enough to stop


Let him trust me,
and I'll never break it
Let him look into my eyes,
and have faith we'll make it


Let him not be ideal,
For no man might be so
Let him be real,
Sometimes my pain, sometimes my glow


Let him apparently be,
in the wind and the skies
Let him surely be,
the twinkle in my eyes

June 2, 2012

Pain

There are people walking around in this world, going on talking about things. Weird things go on all over the universe which don't exactly always relate to us. And we go on raving about them.

I mean, just look at the various opinions about God !

"Parents are God."

"Man is God."

"God is love."

"God?! Seriously?!"

"Mercy is God."

"God is whatever we choose to perceive Him."

"I'm agnostic."

A 26 year old IT guy with a 13 lac package is going to call Infy God.

An Ambani shall say money is God.

And a retired railway workman pensioner is going to find his God in his sufferance !

Pain.
It's so amazingly intricate, yet tangible that it is absolutely inexplicable at times.
And when mental pain overtires the brain, it metamorphs into physical pain.

April 3, 2012

The Blue Balloon

The little girl pointedly looked
At the blue balloon..
"Mummy, mummy..
Get me that blue balloon, will you?"
"No, my darling, not today!"

The mother fed the little girl
The simple piece of roti and sabjee
"Hmmn.. tasty.. how do you make it?"
Said the little one, and smiled..
The mother smiled to herself
At the little one's innocence

"So did the Prince save her?"
Asked the little girl,
with an involved anticipation..
And the mother resumed to the story..

By the time the story finished
The little one was already dozing
With a pleased sleepy head.
The mother ensured she slept
And tiptoed to the kitchen.

Taking the brass tin that stored
Her fortune of 10s and 5s and 2s and 1s..
She let go a silent tear..
She had to educate her little daughter
And feed her full, thrice a day..
Dress her neat and teach her good..

She couldn't afford a blue balloon..
Because she never could let her little one
Have the tragic sorrow of
not being able to afford
A blue balloon for her daughter..

February 12, 2012

Retaliation

Filing nails
To claw your fears

Sharpening knives
To cut your charms

Picking the worst words
To hurt you encore

Dressing up to kill
To let you down

Laughing in your face
To let you low

Thinking maniacal
To destroy you

Smiling at how it feels
To watch you hurt

Speaking with pretense
To see you stumble

Plotting it all
To watch you go down

Burning with hatred
To watch you burn

Aren't you happy now,
To watch me retaliate?


January 28, 2012

The One Constant

I've missed you in every month
that passed and every moment that didn't...
I've thought you look beautiful every time
I saw you And every time I didn't...
Your voice has brought a smile to
my face-every time I heard it
and every time I didn't...
I've only tried to make you happy
every time you smiled
and every time you didn't...
I knew you'd be loving me no matter
if ever I was ditched
and if ever I wasn't...
I knew you'd be here in my arms
every time you were in my bed
and every time you weren't...
I knew you'd look out for me
every time you were lonely
and every time you weren't...
You've been that single greatest thing
in my life, whether I've told you
or I haven't...
You've been The Reason I could
smile ad-midst my tears,
every time I could manage to hide them
and every time I couldn't...
You've stayed up late
with eyes in wait, every time I came
and every time I didn't...
I've somehow always found a protective care
in me for you, every time I'm strong
and every time I'm not...
I've done my best to shelter you
against all odds, whether it hurt me
or whether it didn't...
I've felt like patting you off to sleep
every time I was home and every time I wasn't...
You make my life special
just by being a part of it,
whether you're near me or whether you're not...
You mirror into me, darling,
bound by time or not,
because sweetheart, you're truly a part of me!

Down the path of love

Putting forth a dainty step
Flashing a gorgeous smile
Taking an awkward pause
Tossing slightly her dimpled chin
She looked down the window
He arrived, handsome and suave
She mentally ticked right
His dressing, his suave style
He too, seemed sure
To be watched by ardent eyes.
His slight proud walk
Impressed her like always.
He knew the ladies liked his smile
And also knew his smile
Was only for her twinkling eyes.
They welcomed him richly
Like they'd welcomed her
She smiled around, hoping
Her blush would go unnoticed
By all but him...
He reached upstairs,
Smiling and greeting all
With his charming flirtatiousness
As she watched with fond attention
She smiled to herself and walked away
And he smiled at that
She went across the hall,
In the balcony, openly blushing now
He hid his smile at her act
In his generous flirting
Pleased to spot her, see her, feel her,
Gathering her pretty actions
To store and cherish
When he'd then go away...
Excusing himself, he walked away
And saw her standing over,
Looking outside the window again
Gazing at an imaginary spot
Filling with a light of its own
He was pleased to see her so
Slowly walking towards her,
Without letting her know,
He went ahead and held her hand
And startled was she,
In sudden flush of bashfulness
An unmissable twinkle in her eye
The trenchful depths of her dimple
She smiled and flushed
And struggled to hide the smile
He too, tried not to smile
And tried holding her back therein..
She smiled again, sadly now
He looked puzzled,
Not understanding anything anymore
She poised for once
And steadied her head
A sudden jerk and off she went
Down the path of love..!