Girl Friends

Funny how strange you looked on the first day

With a name impossible for me to remember

Walked past a dozen times thinking ‘Should I smile?’

Then someday somewhere we chatted for a while.

Sat next to you in class one fine Friday in spring

Soon enough you were a funny new girl I knew

I started searching my lost stuff at your place

Names shrunk, got wild and fought over silly stuff.

But if being stupid can be fun when it’s us

If I can sleep crossed in bed with lights right on

Knowing I will have a blanket over me at dawn

You can’t just be yet another girl that I know.

If you can dare to smirk at my pretty new shirt

Can tell me I look horrible straight in my eyes

If I can kick you when you don’t hear my whines

You can’t be just another girl that sits next to me

You will never ever ever be just another girl I know!!!

First day

Everybody’s suited up in shades of black

Faking all that maturity that you lack

Responsibilities tied up to your spine

It is no longer okay for you to whine.

Strange faces and strong disapprovals

They walk about quietly like in the chapels

You know you are the one being judged

I hope it isn’t a crime to be so scared.

I might even fear the lady at the reception.

A tiny point stressed out with confusion

What should I say? ‘Hi’ or ‘Good Morning’?

I can feel the spot inside my heart burning.   

My Perfect life

Laces, Satin, silk and their pretty sheen;

Blue big eyes overdone with Maybelline

Lavender crowns and a bed of rose petals

My neck draped with long strings of pearls

Standing on the stairs with red high heels

The dream of every girl, Cinderella to me;

Yeah, I dream and I dream a lot of fairytales

But if, If a genie sprang out of the flames

Or, If fairy godmother walked out of a cloud

I, I wouldn’t be so sure to wish it out aloud.

I Eat up food, sauce smeared on my nose

Laugh out loud, write my own terrible prose 

Sing out of tune and make false promises

Fall clumsily and be far far from Perfectness.

I think I like being myself, no haughty princess,

Dorky and proud, a royal sans the dresses.

Hundred to one forever

Nine-ty Nine, Nine-ty eight…..

Usually on those late nights alone

When I twist about in bed sleepless,

Rolling my blankets into a mess

Punching pillows to be comfortable,

I counted, like my mother said,

To a hundred in my head silently

And closed my eyes to a symphony.

Seven-ty four, Seven-ty three

Lately, I am not so lucky in sleep;

My best dreams finally ditched me

They avoid me more than you do.

I decide to think of good old days

To feel my own heart lightly race,

I laugh at times we spent together

The words you said ring in my ear

I am glad that the lights are out

And that there is no one about.

Thirty six, Thirty Five…

I smile as I think when I acted a fool

It was nothing at all like acting cool

And I can never fill your gaping hole

In darkness, I laugh at my dark joke

My own breathing sounds so loud

Smiles weighed down by a rainy cloud.

I know by morn, I will be over with this

And will ‘ve forgotten all that I miss.

I watch the stars that shine over me

But cruel enough they simply won’t leave.

Five.. Four.. Three…

Once in a long while, a teardrop trickles

I try but can’t help counting in circles

Around and around, an unending maze

Till I wake up tomorrow with a stained face.

Ninety –nine, Ninety –nine…

The Caesar that didn't die!

When I look at that curved up smile,
I would've vowed to go that extra mile
If I hadn't seen the witch you were;
I know you've got a new story to share
We both know it is not for me to hear
Sorry, but I heard it loud on the street
My clenched fists have begun to bleed.
You called yourself my best 'best friend'
That you were gonna be at every bend
Said I was gonna be your bridesmaid
Now you stand behind me with a blade
I see on my mirror - you and your hate
My lips can hold swear words no more
Would've cried if I hadn't seen it sooner
I'm Caesar, I've got a Brutus in my honor.
When we break there shall be no Byes
Just you rotting alone in your twisted lies.

Thanks and sorry!

All the birthday nights I slept through
The secrets I had forgotten to keep
The promises and bonds I broke
The tears I caused but never saw
The explanations I denied a ear
The errands I refused to run about
The days I had fun when you were sick
The apologies I could never bring up
The lunches I made you wait for
The cruel jokes and the cold wars
Some I was too dumb to get
Some I could do nothing about

Some of them I cruelly meant
One small word can't make it all right
Still am SORRY for all that I did!

Bff, Just friend, loser or a sly leech
Icebreaker, clown, jerk or a sad Bitch

Doesn't matter how u'all look at me
U're the best thing that's happened to me.

Just for you to know!

If you think I would do nothing at all,

If you think your games can make me fall,

I think you should be gone before it is too late,

Or you're gonna be disappointed at your fate.

You really think you can stand up against me

Fighting the godzilla like a terrified bunny

That is what you are: stupidity and nonsense too

No better raise all that to a power two.

You say yet another clichè about how

Fate rules the world in which we live

Figures of speech, so much honey dripping

Since you can't see, I ll tell ya, you are ticking

Unbreakable locks

Every night I hope for a lucky tomorrow

That brings back things the way they were.

Doesn't matter anymore if we lost the keys

If you could shatter them all - Unbreakable locks.

The words we said have started the curse

I simply wanted to say sorry to you

Before the curse weighs us down forever!

What do I post?

Wake up late, bunk an hour

Skip a meal, rush to class

Back for lunch, try to munch,

Drag to class, Back again.

Can't get enough

I copy yesterday's page in my diary

             Ordinary lives are but a pain.

Think of plans, nothing works,

Night begins, soon it ends

Wake again for another day,

To live tomorrow the same way

Don't blame me

Life is but a boring template

             I've really got nothing to say.

Nightmare

Mirrors seemed to fail me
I felt I was looking ugly
Fate had never been more twisted
Nobody even cared if I existed
Nothing was right, I hated life
When I curled into bed yesterday.
Soon there were knives hanging
Shakily on the cracked ceiling
Slowly came the eerie breeze
I was so shaken, truly broken
Pushing tonnes on air against my chest
My ribs breaking wanting to breathe.
I wake up gasping like a lightning
Each of my muscles pulsating
Thankful that it was all in my head
Thankful for my hated sorry life.

I don't speak Cipher!

When someone speaks ghastly of me

I usually don’t care, it’s just me hating

This time though I can’t get you to see

It being you pains, it’s gotten me hurting.

I say a cliché and you take it for a cipher

Break it into pieces, calculate each one

All you want to do is prove me wrong.

It tears my heart but my trust is gone.

I know a bunch that would spin tales

But you being one of them really bugs me.

I say a thousand words, never zipped it up

I wish you knew that I never meant ‘em all

It never ll be the same, our plastered bond.

I took you for a friend who could stand me

Told you things without deep thinking

Sorry, But I would have been more careful

If I’d seen you were more like the Paparazzi.

All Indians are my...

(Voice of the north-east)


Can you hear them, silent sobs?
Gagged innocent mouths and slit tender necks
Thundering off silently in a subdued corner
Where justice is but a frivolous empty word.
Their yells for survival so cruelly quietened
By the high mountains and our apathetic walls.

Hark, you people from the mainland!
Listen to the hard breathing of humans in fear
The brothers and sisters we pledge everyday.
Nobody cares for their unaccounted deaths
Nor for their dreams that can never come true
None of us care if they are terrorized.

There, open up your humane eyes and see her
There she starves to get noticed, but in vain
Nobody sees her silent struggle for her people
To rise above the dark ocean of forced silence
To bring on themselves the reign of peace
To find themselves a way out of mere survival.

Can't you feel their beats beneath your ribs?
Praying for someone to listen, someone to see.
Fellow countrymen crying from invisible proximity
Shouting through indifference for their rightful rights.
Praying for understanding hearts from our side
To echo their voices and break those walls.

A toast to the Martyr - Mr. B

           Today as I booted up my middle-aged laptop there was a loud silence. I was 30 words down in my 101st blogpost when my ears were temporarily shut off and I began hearing a unclear resounding echo. Ten minutes into the din, my trained ears perceived it to be the wails of my unsung backspace key (Hence referred to as Bspace). Though unsuccessful at a complete translation from 'keyboard-ish' to English, I was quite able to understand the message. It said "You jerk, useless brat, keep your stinking nail-bit fingers off me!". This is the censored version of what Bspace said.

           Though my first intuitive reaction was to bring the bit gardening shovel on to B's spine, the professional in me sprung up. According to articles from the opportunities and other 'Become the leader that you are (not)' type of books, when a customer has a complaint,
          Rule number one   : Act like you understand him
          Rule number two   : Make him feel the boss
          Rule number three : Say that things are going to be okay
          The golden rule  : Never meet him again


            Going by the same order when Mr.B complained, I cried with him (for an hour). He finally gave up seeing that my wails were more horrible than his. I took a brand new tissue wiped off the dust and with pair of  neat forceps removed the ages of snacks and eraser dust that pained him. I also promised him that I would use a sanitizer before I started typing. Second mission accomplished.
           
             B had a serious complaint, he was frustrated with the way - I kept typing crap for my post, erase it all up; type my name a hundred times and remove it again (My name a hundred times seriously doesn't make a good reading); Sit there with no idea of what I was going to write about and unconsciously type down a Taylor swift song and erase it all over because I was terrified of copyrights; sometimes unconsciously played vaguely remembered Casio tunes on the QWERTY keyboard and still rub 'em off because I hadn't yet completed my post for the day.

            Oh yeah, I had the same doubt, how does my non-deliberate typing practice worry him at all. But then, I realized (quicker than you did!!) that every time I erased I fractured his plastic spine and he was tired of it. Ruthless had I been, indeed. I started to sympathize, forgot the golden rule, forgot my professionalism and cried. I decided to celebrate him and write the 101st blog post about my special backspace key.

           So, I broke his bones as i erased off the half written post (Oops) and wrote this post toasting to the one semi-martyr of the blog, Mr. B (sans the chips underneath).

The hope of tomorrow

Busy streets, What drives life?

Greed, desire or maybe joy?

Seldom is the option on the list

Rarely do we people care.

No sorry is ever said today

No promise instantly kept

The half finished dinner makes it

To the refrigerator every night.

A dying ant still guards its food

In the hope of tomorrow's lunch.

Life isn't all about today's smiles

But the hope that tomorrow comes!

Can't you see? Mom Stole it!

Sometimes when its dark at night,

Deep in my head, you glow bright,

Every such time I wonder as I look

Wrinkles! How can there be none?

I curl into a corner and think hard

Maybe it was 'coz of your kind heart:

Gandhi, Mandela and Teresa as well

They had the folds, Didn't they all?

Perhaps b'coz you were immortal?

But, The angels do magic, you just love.

It can't be 'coz of those miracle creams

None work at all, even in the dreams.

Each of us start out as bright sparklers

Losing all the light in silent crackles.

You slyly hid back your innocent charm

Spring or winter, you simply stay warm.

You gotta grow older to have the marks

You just grew and kept back the sparks.

Cunning as you are,you got me bewitched,

Sorcery it is, I gotta have myself checked.

Greedy me!

There stands desire tantalizing

With cherry blossoms at the clearing

I jump in there to make a grab

I got it now, my hands are full.

Then she moves into the sky

She waves the rainbows at me

I drop them flowers, so rapidly

Fly above and cling on tight

Colors make a gorgeous sight.

Look back down at them shreds

Of what once were bright reds.

I want the rainbows and the clouds

I want the wind, their rattling sounds

Why is it I can't have them all?

Why is it I stay the earthly soul?

Out of my dream

I did not have time to take it slow

When you told me 'its all over now'

I cried out and called you names.

You had been my pretty snow man

The summer came, you're water again

So obvious and yet hard to deal.

I felt like a small kid shivering

After Rain spoiled her evening

So rudely pulled out of a reverie.

I am happy that you cared about me once

At least I am sure it wasn't all just a trance

Now I can mourn our love's death.

We were barking up the wrong tree

From where we were it was hard to see.

I am happier than I should probably be.

I am sorry that I fussed so much

And added the tragic melodrama touch.

The truth is better than just dreams.

Where is my tiara??

----My sister is the best sister------

It feels so warm to know you are there

Like a pearl cozily held by a shiny oyster.

The way you stand up against the world

Just to make sure I don't feel un-loved,

When you smile your big smile at me,

Don't I feel like a princess already?

Oh, people are sure gonna blame you 

When I go about demanding my tiara!

I look beautiful looking in your eyes

I am not giving you up for anything nice.

Blessing!

I wake up to a half nightmare
Heaved out of my dream paradise
My lazy muscles eager to dare
To reach for that unreachable snooze.

Morning blues cloud my vision
Frustrated, my mind begins to issue
Task after task for my machine
Yet another day to pay my earthly due.

I remember the chores I have to do
Carelessly I crane to look at the clock
Look at it twice - too good to be true
Sunday it reads - The dream continues.

Blessing!

I wake up to a half nightmare
Heaved out of my dream paradise
My lazy muscles eager to dare
To reach for that unreachable snooze.

Morning blues cloud my vision
Frustrated, my mind begins to issue
Task after task for the my machine
Yet another day to pay my earthly due.

I remember the chores I have to do
Carelessly I crane to look at the clock
Look at it twice - too good to be true
Sunday it reads - The dream continues.

The final blow

Sometimes in life you gotta trust someone

Trust me when I tell you that I am the one
You keep snapping the silvery bond we share
I feel like am waiting for nobody somewhere
You say I can never be good enough for you
Keep pushing me away without a single clue
You've hurt more than you could ever know
I am tired of waiting for the Christmas snow
I've run out of patience and am exhausted
Your photos will go and memories soon dead
I know for sure that things will be soon okay
Tomorrow will be sunnier than yesterday
Maybe I can never forget the spring we met
But I want you to know our sun has already set.

To my handicapped nailbuds!

I try my best to not hurt you

To be good and start anew,

Someday I am gonna be proud

Showing you off to the crowd

But baby, sometimes I get so sad

I forget myself and act real bad

A terrible exam or a horror flick

It is poor you that I forever pick

I crush and bite and tear and chew

It pains me just like it does for you.

I want you grown pretty and tall

Yet, I totally forget it by nightfall

There you crumble jailed by teeth

Your tips reddening at your death.

I paint to keep your glossy charm

Bitter, but they seldom sound the alarm.

I sit here all alone doing the mourning 

'My stunted nails' - A late warning

Random memoir

As I do another waiting drill
For another diet coke refill
Looking at slow clock tick
Way too irritated to even blink
Jumps out from nowhere
A pretty random memoir -
The day I first met you
You were young, hardly five
Lucky for us, so was I
Shared candy and played seek
Every day in every week!
We grew tall but still cried
Over small things, silly fights
You were there on my side
I was wrong but you held tight.
We made funny horror faces
Fussed over lace and dresses
Shivered before our speeches
Crammed 'Acids and Bases'!
Better memories sure to exist
But these make me smile best.

Invisible

I rush up to your side

Every day, every single time

Tell me can't you really see?

The mess I make, the books I drop,

The way I look, the jokes I crack

Does nothing really bother you?

I don't want to sit by myself

Be some old book on the shelf

Can't you hear my whispers at all?

I try so hard to be your type

Laugh funnily and fake an ego

Shan't you smile for once at me?

I know that you are so busy

Fussing about gucci and nike!

Does it cataract you eyes, babe?

I've started looking in the mirror again

Checking if I'd become invisible man

Can't you see or are you not looking?

The divine secret

An eerie silence
reverberates the unique difference
of the hard rocks expressing their might
over the curved river reflecting the mild light
fighting its way through the toes of the stones
unyielding to the vain tickling of the brook
or the high falling water exerting force
Alas!The rock still stands,
the river unable to coerce,
wavers defeated in the war for space
to move strong rivals covered in haze
The depressed river still flows undisturbed
conveying to the flower bed
which resting upon the prickly bushes
lazily listens to the water's low hushes
and at its own leisure blooms the message,
A secret beyond man's intellect
a secret that has eluded his technical mind
From the day his sixth sense worked
he refuses to hear this message
that echoes in the hills rustles in the river
flowers on the bush and resounds everywhere
the divine secret of un-spoilt nature.

In my head

Tug of war

When I think of the day we met
My eyes do not get swollen
Doesn't mean I am not upset
My cheeks make sure to redden.
I know you are on the other side
Feeling just like that about me
Carried away by the flowing tide
I am starting to regret all the fuss.
Should have tried to break the glass
We never stepped to clear the dust
Now it has broken what was us
The wall is now stronger for either fist.
Gotta try together, gotta bring it down
Which of us will bell the cat now?
Babe, who will first lose that frown?
Do we vote or do we pick a card?
Us, pulling at the end of a tight rope
Playing a cruel game of tug of war
Waiting for the other one to go easy
Tugging strong, sigh, neither of us smart.
I have got an idea for a win-win
Lets both let go on the count of three
Falling to the ground on a twister spin
How hard can it be for both of us to see!

Drink-and-drive alert!!! (Not original)

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending,
As everyone is driving out of sight. 

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet..

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk,"
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me,
My life just burst like a balloon..

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

I shan't cry!

In my head, I am curling up in a corner

Feeling almost like I am a wretched goner

Sticking to the wall and crying it all out 

Wishing I could be there on the lonely cloud!

But, here in the crowd, the tears I brave

A moist smile, locking the sobs I badly crave;

I speak so low, in hushed tones, lest I show

To my upset world the emotions I hold afloat.

You just told me how incapable I was

Went straight to my heart breaking the glass;

But in my story, I am the heroine sans the pink

And you? A dejected forgotten prick!

Can't keep your secrets anymore!

Why am I so low?

Oh, I should've said it long ago

(Holy cow)

      It wasnt that hard to know

I am about to smash down your ego

Your friends are gonna love this show

Next time you walk here

Watch out for that tear

(Holy cow!)

You are gonna be the joker

Everybody crying 'loser'

Does it taste that bitter?

Still plannin' to make me shiver?

(Holy cow!)

I don't fear your eyes anymore

All your secrets out on the road, galore!

(Your friends are gonna love this show)

You fall down on my feet

So white as a  marble sheet

(Your friends are gonna love this show)

Am in a tight spot,

Square in a round pot

(Holy cow)

      Wonder why I never thought

Nothin's changing for the better

You've got a high fever

(Holy cow)

      My mom always said I was clever.

(Your friends are gonna love this show)

You were the bully brat

Made me your lab rat

(Holy cow)

     You were an arrogant prat!

I never never liked you

Your rules or your curfew

(Holy cow)

     Hard of sense and virtue

Holy cow, holy cow

All you can mumble now

Holy cow holy cow!

The hero I never noticed

This is about someone I had taken for granted
A loving, big-hug, kiss-showering grand dad
He had been just there as long as I know
Like a pillar, How I wish time had moved slow!
Taken him for granted, how I wish I knew!
He spoke of the world and everything sense
Then I honestly believed it was utter nonsense
that kept me from dressing up my pretty dolls.
How I wish I remembered our private strolls!
He smelled of tobacco and spoke too hushed
Made me run long errands, ah, how he rushed!
My eyes were too picky, saw only the thorns
Now that I think of him, my rusted heart burns.
Sitting there all day humming in his old chair
Of heavy melodies of hurtin' love and despair
I wish I had understood how much he missed me

Those days when I bolted away wantin' to be free.

As I sing of him today in grave horrible tones

I wish he could hear it all from beneath the stones.

That's how I say I care!

I can't tell you that you mean a lot
I never can tell what I really thought
Its not my style to shower cheap praise
I can't hold for long the sweet disguise.

No, you can't see what is in my mail
Nor will you hear me tell its every detail.
I ain't gonna look at you before I decide
It ll sure hurt a lot so better think twice.

I can't go down on my knees for you
If you demand that, I might even sue.
It is really very hard to stay by my side
Hard to keep up with me even if you tried.

I bet its way too revolting for a start
You'd stay miles away if you were smart.
I swear , I would never let you cry for long
But never ever dream of some soothing song.

Tears on sale

You swore to stick on to me forever

Love me like there wasn't another - 

Ah, Nothing happens the same way twice

Now that you've gone, i am being wise.

I randomly twist and roll and dream

Biting off my pillow stuffing free.

I hate to look at the mirror now

Funny dark circles and a pitiable glow.

It ain't like me to stay so sad

Still can't help it wen it hurts this bad.

Though, A happy life doesn't come for free

I found tears on sale in my shopping spree 

Found a real deal and roped in a dozen

Filled my bag with the salty bottles

I bet i bought a whole wee lot more

For I still have got the entire store.

The incredible Indian's dream

The ever-exploding terrorist war

        Opened manholes on roads left ajar

Drugs-on-loose and duplicate sages

        Its not just those birds in the cages.

The spineless bows for clerk babus

       Those uncounted deals under the table

Uncared monuments filled with graffiti

       Stick-no-bill warnings - an invisible entity.

Alert, Registered citizens of the great nation-

      A book is enough evidence for sedition

You got no money and got no power?

      Even cursed if you mark 'F' for gender.

The currency note - a universal license

      No? You got no right to speak any sense.

The biased probability of brides on fire

      The country is run on a flat imported Tyre.

Respect is a sole privilege of the dead 

      Never expect it in a crowded road.

Pak's nuke arsenal and the falling dollar, Huh?

      Start seeing the hangin' knife on your collar.

We dare to speak with suppressed sarcasm

      Of the rejected visas and 'abroad' racism?

Those ac khadi stores, the picturesque sky

      and the smiling frail-man isn't incredible India.  

The thousand dollar pay isn't everyone's goal

      A hearty breakfast and safe commute home-

The Indian dream might seem a little tame

      But, hungry stomachs can only think so lame.   

       

Focal Point

I look at my vague hidden dream
Through a shaky microscope
The vision looked like water : clear
It seemed like I had gotten so near.

I got carried away with myself
I danced like a confused elf.
With a push that is a way too hard
I twisted like mad at the control knob.

Too close; the rare image blurred
A problem with my ego, I figured.
I pulled the knob back even worse
Slighting all and muttering a curse.

Too away from the exact point
The dream vanished into a point.
I kept tugging at the focus knob
Bouncing forever without a stop.

It wasn't this hard to just focus
But to see it without making a fuss
And stay put at the focal point-
It seems to ache my every joint.

Warning: I don't care for advice

Listen, listen, listen - you boldly tell;
In high-pitched tones and a roar-y yell!
Tell me truly do you hear our dreams?
Lend to us a caring pain-staking ear?
You don't bother about what we think
and keep marketing old ideas that stink.
We aren't in for a single-sided discussion
That every single time votes against passion!
Yeah, maybe I am not 'The One' in a million
Not a justifiable reason to join the billion!
Yes, I am putting all my life under heavy risk
So, you think you care more than me about it?
I am not here to hear your clueless brag
I ain't gonna listen and let my life just drag.
So, next you come forward to say it loud
Never say a word more than you should.

River under that Ice!

I am a river which under all that ice
Bears a current so strong and fierce
You cant see that I am on a stride
The flowing tears I try so hard to hide.

I got it all etched in my bloody heart
You don't know how much it hurt,
I miss those whole-hearted laughs
Broken is all I feel when spring starts!

Got any idea of how much I care,
How nervous I am behind that stare?
You curse me and say nothing nice
Pity you, all you can see is the ice!

The lava erupting volcanoes underneath
I am just a snail under that hollow sheath.
I play life so hard and hit so low
Only 'coz I ain't ready for another blow.

I was once a pretty kind damsel too.
But y'all took me for a silly fool;
Hit me when I wasn't watching
Gossiped of me; babe, I was hearing!

You tried to sweep me by my roots
Tried so hard to hide all your ugly truths.
It hurts even now to play indifferent
But hurts even more to be different.

So here I am, just one of your kind
Or worse yet, I let your lies unwind.
Ah, Its sickening be in your lot
I am groping now for my way out!

Not just-another-bench-mate!

I think of them - beautiful times
    Taken to the past by a far church's chimes
Those pleasant days when I knew to smile
    My mind not yet caged by some bizarre file.

You, me and our ill-humored jokes
    Funny nose-cuts and cunning pencil pokes
So rude on the outside, possibly even psycho
   But it was fun to gobble your sneaked jell-O.

How I envied you when you got pox
   No boring homework and a whole week off!
The times when we came early to class
   Shared sick gossips and the bell rang too fast. :(

Those wild picnics, stealthy lunch outings
   Even the long cycle trips and anti-exam strikes
Everything we planned stood half-way
   Little did we know, we weren't there to stay.

I think of you when I want to feel happy
   Oddly enough it makes my day more gloomy;
The weight of missing you seems to last forever
   It haunts me when I try to forget even harder!

12 reasons why every girl is daddy's girl!

Why girls love their dads, the very complex reasons which in simple terms with no dictionary referring vocab amount to the following list:

1) Dads aren't philosophers:

      They speak to the point and we don't have to look for clues to understand the meaning

2) Dads never give up:

      They never grow tired of teaching us ride - bicycles, cars and life

3) Dads are silly:

      They think we are princesses and treat us like one

4) Dads have no taste:

      Their taste buds are tailor made to appreciate our salt-less cooking

5) Dads are pillows:

       Its easier to cry on them and look ugly

6) Dads are clowns:

       They make you smile even when you are frustrated and depressed

7) Dads are daring:

       They take you on daring adventures - from hunting bugs to trekking trips

8) Dads slave:

       They carry our bags even if they are only light and work night-shifts to get us goodies

9) Dads are mirrors:

       They laugh when you are happy and frown when you are sad

10) Dads have short memories:

        They never remember the times we made them feel bad

11) Dads have bloated egos:

        Every dad believes his girl is the best. 

To top it all,

12) Dads are bad at calculations:

       They love us an awful lot more than we love them.

--------That is why girls love dads forever!

Sincerely,

Yet another daddy's girl

The soul mirror

If only were there mirrors that echoed our shattered souls
Instead of the same bronzed mundane faces
If only such mirrors showed them what they really are
Rather than manifestations of how they look
If only they mirrored the treachery they potrayed
The wickedness that lay beneath their human disguises
The oodles of love their hearts ache for in loneliness
And the unfeigned individuals they were deep inside
If only people were to see their mirrored souls
Smashed and ruined by the deeds they did
In efforts to stabilize their worldly prominence
Those inhumane reflections would shame them to death
If that were to happen the human kind would cease to be
For the longevity of the race I pray, let such a mirror never be!

You aren't my only one!

I can live out of your shadow, this, you didn’t realize

Though our fading closeness really makes me cry

I can handle myself, better than you, if I tried

I wouldn’t crumble to dust even with none to sympathize

I am still the old me that made my dad feel proud

Even without you I can still stay far above the ground

I am grateful that you left me far before I was mad

And crying out on the streets helplessly without you

I still love you for helping me find the spirit I had lost

And for letting me see that you weren’t the only one….

PSG bridge is falling down, falling down!

     The next time you tell us, violence doesn't solve anything, suggest a better idea. When violence is the only way to get yourself noticed, when none other means will get you an audience, when people who ought to be hearing are lying back with cotton swabs stuck in their ears, it is only basic instinct that drives violence. Yeah, broken windows and solar panels are a big loss indeed, but this is an eye-opener to every other money-laundering educational institution as well! People aren't going to solemnly work their blood out just to fill in your cash counters.

    "Not tho' the soldiers knew

           Some one had blunder'd:

    Theirs not to make reply, 

          Theirs not to reason why,

   Theirs but to do and die"

                                  -Alfred Lord Tennyson

     Sorry, but we have learnt to ask and also strike if not heard! This might be hard on you people but (a rough English translation) "You eat salt, you drink water". So if you can finally act like nothing at all happened and you just heard it on your way from Antarctica, it helps nobody.
 
    And yeah, didn't you just offer to roll back the wi-fi fee! So you knew it was too much and still tried to make us believe that it was worth it. Or may be you decided to sacrifice the (3000*5000) 1.5 crores just to appease us, terrified souls. You know we would definitely pay up the 35 lakh damage we rendered to the serene hostel premises, Can't you see that we are gaining after all that fuss? It got us heard finally, Shylocks! Antonio isn't meek anymore!

   This is just the beginning of rollbacks to come, till then keep tidying the ruckus, Bye!

Just another picture to burn!

Did a strike really start? Or, was it all in my head?

    If I tell somebody walking by our hostel road that something like a riot happened yesterday, they tell me I am confused. A more generous lady actually offered to take me to the neighbouring hospital and get treated for hallucinating! Yesterday was Operation Burn-out and today a perfect Clean-out! The PSG cleanliness committee sure deserves a thunder clap!

   Things are so smooth today. Everybody woke up at 7 went with the daily routine- bath, eat breakfast and hurry up to college. But when I slept at 2 today morning, I thought it was going to be a holiday! Even anticipated an evacuation. But the skies are clear today, not a single cloud! Now, thats what I call real talent at calming down people!

   And to people who say engineers shouldn't be behaving thus, I ask, "What else should we be doing?", maybe address our concerns to the authorities (FYI, thats how things started yesterday!), maybe sign in petitions, only to be converted into black marks, the word is A-U-T-O-N-O-M-O-U-S and it means "Do not question about anything that isn't on the textbook!". On every hostel day they say this, "Home away from home"- Can't Somebody break a tube light in his own house? Especially after paying an electricity bill that would have accounted for both him and his neighbors house back at his place!

    People ask me "Why fire?", I reply because of the "Wi-fi" fee. I believe with 3500 from each individual, we could provide connectivity to the whole of Peelamedu (After all, connections times out more often than not with the 15Kbps maximum speed!). 

Cinder-(f)ella

To all those young lasses who grew up listening to Cinderella and how she got her prince, I have got something to tell you, a less happy, more realistic tragic version of Cinder-fella (v1.0)!

Not so very very long ago

Sleeping in the comfy room
there was rude cinder-fella
With her sheets dirty yellow.
She was very picky
And wore Chanel and Gucci!

Her sisters worked hard
Her mother was often tired
But she budged not an inch
Inspite the spoilt pizza stench.
She stayed online all day
Weekend and weekday!
She lived on fizzy coke
This lazy and stupid blob!

She watched her sisters frown-
An obnoxious prince was in town.
She vowed to become his queen
To manage it all without being seen.
Threatened with her whipping stick
her Godmother for a magic flick!

Poor God mom, frightened as a mouse
Bloated a lizard and made it her horse.
She picked another rotten potato
Made a clumsy couch and horsemen!
After hours of makeup and trimming
She made a swan out of ugly duckling!

Cinderfella marched out in taste
Clicking her golden slippers in haste.
She heard not poor godmother yell
It would only last till midnight fell!
She ran into the giant ballroom
Her dress sweeping it like a broom.

She found the sassy prince
Danced and downed a couple of pints!
The clock boldly struck twelve
She turned back into her ugly self!
She ran away limping and lame
Her golden slippers broke in shame.

She managed to clamber into a bus
Was held in jail in spite of her fuss
And fined for her ticket-less ride!
Even after she finally reached home
Godmother never bothered to come!
 

   

What made PSG the new Libya?

         Its not just the Arab world that is fighting tyranny, Revolution is now local! For all those outside those mighty PSG Instituition gates, did you see those rising fumes? Well even if its on TV, its good! Because I can't! I am physically stuck within the walls of my 11 by 10 room. The generals are out on watch (the resident tutors!) and PSG tech so far the average highschooler's dream is warzone now!
       
       This post is especially dedicated to my father, who inspite of hours of telling and retelling of our poor fortunes never  loosened his image of PSG as a student's haven! Dad, things were different when you walked past these gates before 30 years, that isn't what PSG is about right now. Currently it is a haven for thieves- both internal and external (Our hostel's view on security ll be filled in another humorous post!).

      Before twenty minutes, when I connected to the internet through my reliance broadband (plus!) I was complaining about Reliance being the best fraud. When the hostel web page opened I realized, PSG looked even better at the top of the list! Things have been this unquestionable ( literally!) for the past few months. First it was the small glitch in the semester fees, then the major spike in hostel fees and then, I am tired, there are a lot new names which I am currently referring the dictionary for! I so far believed room fees meant boarding fees and mess fees included salaries and wages! Maybe, I will be expected to be the next Diwali bonus fees, Pongal bonus fees and perhaps even fees for drying clothes on the terrace.

Inside those grand Entrances!

Me, Facebook and my missing sock(s)!

How to read a person like a book?
     I quickly log into Facebook!
Birthdays, spinsters and Friends alone-
     What would they do with FB gone?
I can RSVP the great molecular conference
      Even if everyone thinks I speak nonsense!
I like bunnies, Noodles and Mandela alike
      I even support Hazare's hunger strike!
Oh yeah, I am the new revolutionary storm
     I feel so stupid outside facebook.com!
I and Shah Rukh Khan are friends-
     Love those tags and lucky box presents!
When I am doing so many things with a click
     Why does my missing sock make me sick?    

Adieu presentations! Will miss ya :(

Since the most recent posts have all turned out to be completely dark and angry, I decided to end my blog day with a happier post. So this is dedicated (completely for free) to whoever stuck up with my complaint rhymes)!! The assignment presentation part of our curriculum has ended!
     
      One more reason to profusely thank Bill*
              I am done with the slides before another coke refill
      They wanted me to roam around with heavy books
              But didn't I tell you I am addicted to Chrome's new looks?
      Making me stand there like a fool, you think it's revenge?
              Haven't you realized that it is a day off from your lectures?
      The texts with covers disproportional-ly blown
              Am I really that desperate to read it upside down?
      That unnoticed fact that you meant us well-
              I am really sorry that the idea didn't sell!
      The end to the era of standing frozen on stage
             The embarrassing moment in many a diary page!

*-Bill Gates of Microsoft (Powerpoint fame)! He is my hero, now!

What am I doing? (Don't read when in high spirits!)

All the filthy words I vowed I would never spell

I am vexed and tired of being the decent gal

I have gotten far beyond rationality

I wanna swear a dozen people, I wanna pray

I truly wish I could believe in the God crap

I wish I could believe in destiny

I wish I could stop pretending that it was my fault

I want to stop trying to make things alright

I want to be the witch people always told I was

What would I not give to have a cold heart

I want to stop crying my heart out

I want to bleed it all out,

I want to go to someplace haunted

I want to have a bigger pain

Perhaps a tumor in my brain

If you think I should give it all up

What exactly do you mean?

If you ever find a way, please do let me know!

I am sick of worrying about things I cannot change

Please do take my heart and throw it somewhere far

I wish I could stop wishing all that

I wish I thought only about me, I wish I was selfish

I wish I could let people go like I believed I could

I wish I could stop being human

But I am a filthy coward that doesn’t dare

I am afraid no one would ever care

And it makes me hate myself even more.

I don't crash, I bounce!

You say,
My life is pretty defunct,
My face, a pity artefact,
You claim,
I ain't good enough
I shouldnt hold it high
You wish,
I bury myself in those words
I crash and never rise again
The truth,
I don't give you a damn
I don't crash, but I bounce!

Closer to the heavens! An enlightenment..

     This is a continuation of how the unwavering army of five completed the seemingly impossible schedule just in time and saved the city (well, it should have been saved ourselves, we aren't Power Puff girls anyway!). After the mind whirling shopping episode, we marched to the exhibition like royals (without the escorts :( ). It was fun and frolic from moment zero. Be it at the definitely-outta-my-purse shopping malls or the brightest painted exhibition malls, window shopping does seem to have its clamor. So after jumping in and out of almost every shop, it so happened that we got tired of the rude glances of the men in the cash counters.

    When this happened, I knew exactly what was going to happen next. It was the turn of the temporarily set-up eateries. Before you start tut-tutting your tongue, let me explain to you in detail, the state of these crowded setups. First was the turn of the radiantly colored candy, that looked like an spider web drenched with holi colours. After double checking to make sure that there were no spiders (alive or dead!) within them, we gobbled it up. Not that I would have minded one or two either (Kidding, of course!).

    When I see or hear Pav bhaji, it is important that I am rushed to the nearest chat stall lest I begin hallucinating. In order to save myself I did rush over there, but I was cured of the addiction the moment I saw the sad state of the onions that lay scattered! I vowed to become a non-chat-arian (Rhyme it with vegetarian).    
   
    After the nourishing (?) refreshment (???), it was the time to adventure after all. After 15 minutes of rational thinking, I decided to stay a coward! So, I became the bag-carrier for the four other braver ones. It was called the Cup-twister, (or was it cup-and-saucer?) and it rotated, revolved about every possible axes and by merely watching it go from the stands made me giddy enough like a full-spin washing machine!

    Despite my better earlier judgement, I decided to give the giant wheel a try! There was a fire in me, very similar to ones you get after 2 or 3 views of movies of bravery. Watching the brave ones get washed up in the twister gave me enough fire. But Ms. Half-blood-Vampire (One of my escorts) decided to retire to become the carrier. A hundred inspiring dialogues echoed in my head..Right from Poruthadhu podhum Manohara, pongi elu to waka waka! 
 
    It was my destiny. I had to conquer my fear, I was so reckless when I got the entry ticket for the death wheel. But then things changed, I hard landed on reality. After clambering into one of those coffin-like basket structures, I pretended to still have my poise. I rose with the circle and was at the top. It wasn't that bad. Just like looking out from the third floor of a transparent building. But the worst was yet to come.

    The wheel gained speed and I began losing my poise! What if the guy who welded my basket had just then broken up and hadn't welded it properly? what if a lightning struck when I was at the top? what if  the wheel started running wild and threw me out with the basket across miles? what if this was probably the last day in my life? what if the rigidity of steel had been miscalculated all these years and this wheel just broke? Probability told me it was a one-in-a-million chance that I would not make it out alive. But maths and reason calmed neither me nor my high-pitched squeaks (Thankfully, my partner squeaked worse!).

     When I hung without balance, with me helpless to save myself, my faith in me not withstanding, with nothing to hold up on except for those side bars, I realized what is it that people call God! Why they badly want to believe in the supernatural, why all that conscience-less looted wealth goes to the Vatican and Thirupathi, why all those flowing parlor-maintained tresses are sacrificed. One word, Fear! And at that moment, I wished I believed in it too! An enlightenment..
   

Shopping isn't easy! (Believe me, it's harder than Calculus)

     Things were completely planned for today. Especially with the PSG attendance committee emptying its blessing pot on our Monday timetable, classes wound up (or rather supposed to wind up) at 2:30! Though all the attempts at the dreaded class hour extensions were foiled by the echoing oohs, our on-road time was not before 3:15. Battling with the cars, their blaring horns and the unsympathetic drivers, we, an army of five, set out with the most exciting and impossible schedule for the evening.

      Luckily for us, the driver turned out to be Superman in disguise and the bus practically torpedoed its way through all the traffic. Being on the same vehicle as Superman did have its negatives. My bones held on that last bit of elasticity and another sharp turn would have fractured it. It finally halted at the human-smelling, conductor-yelling, copassenger-bullying Bus Stand!

     After a not-so-long walk to one of those dress stores (whose ads also embrace heroines dancing meticulously with the teeth-showing smile, anyway forget those cheeeeeesy smiles, to talk about them would need a completely different post..) gawking at the cut roses (with sun burns too!) and taking occasional peeks at the road, lest my frog-shaped accident outline adorn the glorius Gandhipuram road too!

    There are two main things shoppers all over the world look out for when they rush up those stores

1. To get an amazing dress that nobody else ever gets. (The most horrible moment in every girls life is when she sees a total stranger wear a look-alike. Things get worse when its your not-so-close friend or when these occur more once in a week. Three times, you might hear swear words. Four times, the dress goes down the drain.)
2. To manage to do it fast and at the best bargain. (Neither is this remotely possible.) 

So every shopping experience turns out to be the night mare! So, to chide them is completely frivolous. Try being sympathetic the next time to the woes of a shopaholic.

      

        Coming back to today, we landed up in the nightmare as well. And five girls with completely disjoint tastes is the last thing that any sales guy would want! So it was a 100 dresses on the glass already and the entire workforce was doing ninja tricks fetching that green dress on the third row, the mauve one in the first shelf, the striped one in the top, no not that... and each of the 1000 in that wide shelf was compared two at a time by five human super computers. That going by high school math would be an astonishing 1000*999 comparisions. And after settling on the best agreed upon three, it was decided. By the time I turned to thank the exhausted sales personnel, they had all rushed for refreshment! :D       

       

Confessions of an irritated graduate!

In a country like India, it is customary for everybody to poke into everybody's business. So, the college selection procedure that should have been my right became the talk of the household, my mom's market-mates, my dad's stock-analysis-mates and even my sister's chat-mates! Thats right, after half the town debated and debated for a whole month, IT was decided! Engineering it was.. Well, I can see hands jumping up everywhere, so I'd rather answer it myself. It was an absolutely pre-decided discussion :(

But, these assumptions may be boldly resounded in the blogosphere, but at the home-sphere and the associates neighbor-spheres I was telling you about, this was considered Prudence! After all, what could a 18 year old possibly know? Not much probably, but I knew more about myself! Wait, I begin to doubt even that, maybe I have been implicity canvassed all through my play-years after all!

Inspite of all these complaints, I am grateful for not having born in a family of Doctors! Me, a Doctor??? Impossible!

The first year was the most event-ual one! I mean it had a lot of events.. Nobody questions my vocab, atleast not on my page. Made a lot of friends, broke and formed many a gang. The fact is many broke just because we couldnt agree on a gang name. One word to sum it all up.. I-M-M-A-T-U-R-E! But ignorance is bliss, folk! And it was the most exciting roller-coaster year so far(then!)

The second year mostly followed suit, except that there was a lot of hanging about in the department, stalking the lecturers (for purely record-ish reasons!) and creating history!

The third year (Practically, not much about it) was a total disappointment considering it that we were pre-final years! Just when I got the guts to stay out after legal-hostel hours, everything got stricter, situations clumsier and my image, funnier. But I did accomplish a lot of smoothening up, made up for a lot of my non-ladylike behaviour and got into Santa's good books again (I dont believe in Santa either, but why would I say no if an iphone landed up in my sock?).

This is un-proportional? Abstract? Deal with it, thats me and you are currently reading my blog! Ha ha ha!

So, this is just a zillionth of all things I wanted to confess when I started the post. So, posts are in no way done. But I guess I confessed enough to be forgiven for today :)

Techno-myopia (Short-Sightedness)

The Earth like all good planets should, obeyed the laws of nature and went unquestioned by the sketch - 24 hours a day, 365 and a quarter days a year for a million years, without soul, without reason. Then Man came by, made pots out of its mud, cars out of buried metal and integrated chips out of sand. At every point along the line there was this grand ‘inertia’ - The conviction that things were already too good and could never get better. Technology and Obama have one common enemy – ‘The resistance to change’. That’s the reason it took us a millenium to achieve what could have been finished in two centuries.

More often than not, great people opposed technology claiming that they either thought it was unethical or did not believe in it. The true reason remains hidden – “They never really understood its strength but were too proud to admit.” Here’s a list of great people who were proved wrong for good.

• “There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.”

— Ken Olson

• “Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible.”

— Lord Kelvin

• “There will never be a bigger plane built.”

— A Boeing engineer, after the first flight of the 247, a twin engine plane that holds ten people maximum.

• “The energy produced by the breaking down of the atom is a very poor kind of thing. Anyone who expects a source of power from the transformation of these atoms is talking moonshine.” — Ernest Rutherford

• “How, sir, would you make a ship sail against the wind and currents by lighting a bonfire under her deck? I pray you, excuse me, I have not the time to listen to such nonsense.”

— Napoleon Bonaparte on Robert Fulton’s steamboat

• “Fooling around with alternating current is just a waste of time. Nobody will use it, ever.”

— Thomas Edison

• “[Television] won’t be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.”

— Darryl Zanuck, movie producer

Imagine a world with all these predictions come true. The difference is the power of the human mind and the gifts it offers. It takes more than power and fame to stop science from gaining her rightful position.

“An invasion can be stopped but not an idea whose time has come” -Victor Hugo

Fearing the Routine :(

Aiming for the sky I just blew the hood

Maybe, I am complaining more than I should

My life they say is just as good as Paris Hilton

Better, Never for the paparazzi was I on the run

Today, all things are sunny and I am more than fine

But what if I wake up and find it’s the same all again?

What if Tomorrow is just the same?

Same sunny things, wouldn’t it all be lame?

Perhaps, I should just videotape my whole today

And watch it later meekly on the LCD as I lay.

My pals tell me that I am depressed and tired

That I should take a whole week rest at bed

Sorry folk, you are taking a totally wrong view

I know more about myself than you will ever do

I am just irritated and I have got a new mania

I fear things will freeze like a photo exactly the way it is

And tomorrow will be no different from what today is.

The SMS Generation

“I luv ya, mom”

As the train whizzed past the half-spoilt forestation and empty stations, that seemed like cheap decorations the railway ministry could finally afford after its large budget was whisked away by ‘practical’ politicians and the big-bellied contractors, Sarah quite indifferent to all these issues of the nation, worked sincerely on one thought- ‘She was going home’. It was three months after she had come home last time during a weekend that was quite unexpectedly extended by a state holiday. This time it was going to be a real holiday – a month bail from the burdens of student hood and pre-engineer hood. The train, finally deciding to honor the bouncing crowd moving helter-skelter decided to stop and salute. In course of this honor visit, Sarah got down from the train onto the platform searching wide-eyed for her mother amongst the crowd, wishing she had worn her heels today.

Finally after a series of calls and lonely waiting, she united with her mother only to be almost simultaneously shattered by “Holy goodness, look at your hair! Why don’t you oil them? Blah! Blah! Blah… ”. Sarah’s mother could almost never locate the most infinite goodness in her. It was always the infinitesimal defects that captivated her mother in her zoomed-in view of Sarah. She sat in mournful silence as the counsel focus shifted from oiling of her hair to carefulness and further to the way she looked, smiled and it would have moved to a lot more diverse issues if the car had not suddenly halted at their pristine porch.

“You must learn to be cleaner and stop making a mess with your things. Why can’t you fold your unwashed clothes before you pack them up? Blah! Blah! Blah…” the session continued after a short commercial break, when Sarah had ventured to move her luggage from the car to the house. After the unpacking episode her mother had loosened a bit only to get her vigor back at the dining session, when she complained about how little Sarah ate and how under-nourished she looked.

All through this, Sarah dreamed in vain about the hugs-and-kisses arrival she had envisioned and was quite stunned by the mere extent of the contrast. The only syllables she managed to utter in the course of this monologue, even after 18 years of strict education, were ‘Ha’, ’Na’ and a complex ‘Okay’. Sarah wished for a miracle to make the college re-open sooner.

The next day, Sarah woke up at nine the next morning, counting her excuses before she finally got up from that bed. After all, it was a holiday and when did ‘holiday’ ever mean otherwise? She slowly brushed, washed and went down to the living room, opened the newspaper and started skimming through the black and white columns and quickly rushed to the Sports page taking the whole next hour creating a digital copy of the pages in her brain. After 5 minutes of yelling, Sarah finally gave in. She munched through the breakfast as she listened to yet another essay on ‘The importance of Breakfast’.

She went back to the living room, switched on the television and started reading the messages on her mobile. She replied to one of her friends. Soon Sarah and the other friend, who followed a very similar schedule in a very similar environment some 350 kms away, started discussing through the ‘Short Messaging service’ or the SMS as it was fondly called.

Friend: quite borin already!!!

Sarah: very much da same here! xcept 4 brkfast.. Mmmm! Delicious… wish colg wud start earlier!

Friend: Any plans 4 today???

Sarah: plannin 2 go meet my frnds.. If dey dnt hav other plans fcours?!?! Wassup der?

Friend: Nt much… quite undecided.. so wen r u cuming bak??

Sarah: Mayb b4 2 days!! Wen r u gonna b bak?

Friend: As soon s dey lemme go!! JJJ

Sarah: Lol!!!

Friend: Ts deccan Vs CSK today!! Dnt miss tJ

“Don’t you pick that mobile again. You keep messaging all day and those waves will surely damage your brain. What is this addiction? And the SMS language, you people are practically spoiling it. Shakespeare would shame himself to death if he had been alive.”

Friend: u der???

It was Sarah’s call back to reality. Her mother was shouting at the top of her voice. Sarah mumbled under her breath. She did not want to debate, not that she feared the strength of her argument but because of the sheer uselessness of debating with the judge herself. Shakespeare did invent a language for himself. There was not a one in a million chance that he would be upset with their new language. The SMS language as they called it conveyed more emotions than did the plain old script. Even otherwise the language was far too long and redundant for the 21^st century. It was time for a new renaissance.

Friend: Still alive?

Friend: Hello!!

Sarah’s mother walked away in a huff grumbling about the evil influences of the e-generation. Sarah returned back to the paused conversation with her almost irritated friend.

Sarah: Mom came along!?!

Friend: another lecture? Mothers r like dat! Annoying!!

Sarah: Nt lik dat! She fusses sumtimes bt she s real cool!!! Luv mine!

Friend: Yeah! I luv mine 2 bt she givs me no time 2 show tLL

Sarah: Lol!! Mine neither?!?!

Friend: Gotta go!! Bye.. Gr8 day!

Sarah: U 2! ByeJJ

“I luv ya, ma” might never be as good as “I love you, mother” for her mother. Still, good daughters always stick up for their mothers and love them in their own way however hard the mothers might be. She ‘hmphh’ed to herself as she strolled to the kitchen carefully chucking the mobile out of her mother’s all-spotting eye.