a poem in your name

to write a poem in your name
i need verbosity beyond my name
for words too few
can never express you

whom do i compare you to?
can it be the morning dew?
oh no! beautiful though it seems
it lives by the day only in my dreams
lovely and precious like you
clear and true not more than you
but it is only morning dew.

do i liken you to the spring breeze?
for how it kisses my face with ease?
but it only flows in the spring
while every breath does your love bring
and it has but only one scent
and i know not still in how many ways
your heart towards me is bent

can the flowers be of any more help?
for they appear to be the work of an elf.
teasing me with thier fragrance and beauty
like you to me, as if duty.
but, oh, they wither with time.
though innocent and sublime
they are not what your heart is to mine.

do i then equate you to the moon?
for your voice, in the night, is a boon.
it shines in the darkness
throwing upon me the diving light.
But, no, the moon doesnt reflect all the light
but your voice it shines forth
and turns on me all the sparkles bright.

The sky is not blue enough for you innocence,
nor the sea deep for your passion,
nor no blossom quite your beauty.
No sun is brighter than your light,
nor no tree as kind.
So how do i write a poem in your name?
and to these lines, i give what name?

What's become of Us? OR Where's the fun?

I was just going through a few blogs, when suddenly this thought came up in my mind. Now seriously, what has become of us?

I mean, we used to be a happy bunch earlier. At least that’s how I remember it. Someone told me that we always have fond memories of the past, and selectively remember things. So the past always seems to be happier than it actually was. That’s what nostalgia is all about I suppose. But even after I take that into account, still I can find countless things that we used to do earlier that simply don’t happen these days. And most of us lead a very mundane and drab kind of existence, just waiting for each day to pass, in the hope that, not in the very far future, we will be able to lead an exciting life, full of fun and thrills.

When I say we, it is basically means I with whatever companions that happened to be with me. Most of the times it would have one of my archi buddies from Kgp - Swapnil, Sallu, Maurya, Chachi, Pandu or Iyer. Or it would have been one of my wingies - Manas, VJ, Riz or the whole bunch.

Most of the guys listed above are in jobs now, working their asses off. They don’t have fun anymore. The ones who aren’t in a job, that is Iyer and me, are in IIML, again working our asses off(Okay, okay, yeah, only Iyer’s doing the working thing). We don’t have fun anymore.

I mean, yeah, I don’t work seriously, but I don’t have fun either. Watching movie is not entirely fun, when that is the entire fun you get, right? Yea, I do enjoy teaching, but that is not fun in fun sort of a way. I mean, I do enjoy teaching, but it’s still work that I just happen to enjoy. It’s not fun. Fun is something you have apart from the work. It’s when live your life. Where’s the fun?

We used to do a lot of stuff back at kharagpur, that was really fun. Yeah, we had our low moments, but the highs surpassed the lows by a few good miles. So it really didn’t matter at the end of the day. Anything didn’t go right, and off we went to Harry’s, Chhedis or some such place, and a ‘chai’ session would set everything right. Even the simple walks down the campus, or the trips to Salua, or the LAN games, those were all really fun.

Now, all I can hear around me, see around me, revolves around, marks, quiz scores, TGPAs, CGPAs, n lakh packages, PPOs, PPIs, placements etc. It makes me sick. Call me an escapist if you will. Call me lazy if you will. But, the truth is it really makes me sick to hear these things. I won’t crib about the true spirit of learning or any such crap, but somehow, this is not the way I want to live. I hate, yes, hate, any person who lives this.

What are we really after? Money? Nah. Everyone gets some. No one can have enough. As far as my eyes bring the picture to me, it’s all about ego. Just proving that you are that wee bit better than the next. Okay, if not better then at least at par with. That’s how it works in this world.

From childhood onwards we are fed the line, “just work hard this time and then everything will be peaceful.” Never actually was true. It never is peaceful. It’s always hardwork. Always.

6th class onwards.

You are now in high school. You have to study hard now. Till class 10th you have to study hard. After that, you can relax. Just work hard till 10th and you will get admission in a good10+2 school.

After 10th Exam. You have done well.

Now you have to really study well. It’s a short duration. Only 2 years. Not even 2 full years And there are so many entrance exams. And also the board exams. Study hard for these two years. Then you will get admission into a good college and your life is all set.

After getting into IIT KGP.

Study well and work hard for your graduation. This is what will determine where you will end up in life. Work hard and then you can relax for the rest of your life.

(I didn’t take them seriously anymore. I started living life.)

After graduations and getting into IIM L.

Just these two more years. And then you can rest assured of a a very pleasant life. Just these two years.

No I am not going back to where I was. I will live my life.