What do u want to do?

Funny thing in life is....when u look back at it it seems pointless.....just today I was musing on the past 24 years of my existence.....oh I am getting a bit ahead of myself here so let me start at the beginning. In another 3 (or is it 2 ) days time it will be six years since I met a girl who boldly and rather brashly (considering the group we were in) came up to me and held out a friendship day card and asked me to be her friend......In the past six years we have had our ups and downs.....Some very memorable moments and some that I would like to forget forever but never can.......As I was contemplating this momentous point in my life (for a geek like me who until college didn't know girls existed this is as big as it gets) I felt a tinge of pain for all that I had made her go through in the name of friendship. I actually tried to count the number of times I made her laugh and the number of times I made her cry. Guess what!!!! Cry won hands down. Its sad because we had something really special. We understood each other like no 2 people can and it was magical 'cause we were poles apart (universes would be more like it!!!). Well now we are just 2 people who know each other. Yah I care about her and she feels the same way about me but its become more impersonal. Its like we have put up barriers we are unwilling to cross between us. And this has more to do with fear - fear of hurt, fear of pain and fear of what we have and will become if we get close enough again. Though I say I totally understand and nod my head, I really don't. Maybe because I refuse to grow up and she is already responsible enough to take on the world if she has to. Somehow I want to cling to the past when everything was so rosy and nice. Probably I didn't get enough time to grow up. I don't know. When I see other 24 year olds around me I see people who have done something with their lives.....anything. However small it may be. I somehow don't seem to feel the satisfaction of accomplishing anything. Its like I am waiting for something to happen. I can feel it at the edge of my fingertips and yet I don't know what it is. So what do I want? Love, Life or Ambition? .......No Answer

The funda of Room 404

In the HTTP, which stands as a patch of untouched cipher among the trillion lines of code devoted to the towering data that are the pulse beat of the Internet, stands a room...........

It stands where it can look at every request made every second from every corner in the vast labyrinth of the net. There are 32 other rooms that make up the HTTP tapestry, but this one stands in the center and alone.

If you look inside u will find the files that can never be found until now......

PS: If u still dont understand go here if u dont believe in it and here if u do

Tools on Strike!!

Lazy bum that i am the only time i actually did any productive work was during those sweaty, palm tearing and generally frustrating work in our College Workshop that taught me the meaning of 'hardwork'.


TOOLS

The tools met in the boardroom
to discuss their impending doom.
The 'BOSS' had decided to bring to an end
the manual labour which made his back bend.
And now as the hour ticked along
the tools sat with faces drawn and long.
The rusted screw got up and said
I have had many turns in life
but none with such a blunt thread.
We have to find the root cause of the problem
the chisel chipped in.
No solution comes to my head whichever way I turn
said the screwdriver sitting next to the pin.
But I can't stand going through with this anymore
the saw complained.
Life is full of hard knocks for me
cried the nail quite pained.
Let us remove our life
retorted the file.
You seem to be falling into a rife
cut in the fat knife.
We rule the world not they, by thunder
pointed out the old ruler.
Let us strike the young hammer rejoined
Yes fast and tight the clamp mimed.
"HERE COMES THE BOSS" squeeked the hinge
and all became silent with a tinge.

Lonely Planet

In this large lonely universe there are places that are lonelier than me and some day i hope to see them all. Until then Ian Wright of "LONELY PLANET" fame on the Discovery Channel
and Edwin Hubble who proposed the Big Bang Theory are the inspirations for this little poem.


LONELY PLANET

In a galaxy filled with a billion stars
there exists a planet close to Mars.
It is filled with air,water and land
and hosts millions of species that thrive on its sands.
But all around it there is nothing but space
which makes it a lonely,lonely place.
It has as its closest buddy
a battered lifeless moon, dark and muddy.
But the planet is not alone
as there are 8 others to share its home.
Hot,hot Mercury and fiery red Mars
are a sharp contrast to the bright background of stars.
Saturn and Jupiter are giants to behold
while Neptune and Pluto are ice,ice cold.
Only Venus and Uranus remain in the fold
sentries on the borders of hot and cold.
In the far distant future when humans will no longer be
this lonely planet will begin moving closer to me.
And with the same force of its birth will it unite
with me to find a place to my heart's right.
Only then will the planet have many a friend
as space and time comes to an end.

Friends Forever

At sometime very early in my life when i could barely comprehend my existence and the burden i was to humanity in general i became the 'younger brother' of a scrawny, stubborn, authoratative, ass-kicking girl who probably felt i was the perfect 'toy' her mom had given her. Twenty-three years later the only thing that has changed is that she is no longer a little girl but a married woman who can still kick-ass.......this poem was written when we both were at crossroads in our lives and yet managed to have all the fun and frolick in one wet and cloudy week in Chennai.....

FRIENDS FOR EVER

When we were young
And the world was our playground
In the not so distant past
It was only by love that we were bound
The days were spent
Among the trees near the lake
The beauty of the evening breeze
Mingling with the laughter we used to make
The nights were dreams spent on rooftops
Counting the stars till we fell asleep
We shared our warmth with the moonlight
In those nights cold, dark and deep
And now as childhood ends
And I step into a harsh new world
I need your love more than ever
And your comforting hand to hold

Love lost

I am sitting on a deserted beach at a partially cloudy sunset with the waves breaking silently onto the fine grained sand at your feet. The cool breeze further chills your sad lonely heart. I feel loneliness, an aching in my heart and a sense of loss that I cannot explain. The sky begins to grow darker as does the void in my heart and the thoughts of love lost gnaws at my whole being. Little drops begin to fall from my eyes and from the sky leaving pock marks on the sand and the waves. And the world cries with me as I call out her name again and again.