Nothing To Show

Guys this is the first time I am po(boa)sting my poetic ability
So guys don't judge me by the mood of the poem cause i wrote it while i was down in the dump.But sure I think this is a good read so guys go ahead....

Nothing to Show

Futile years of existence

Nothing to show,

Numerous attempts at excellence

Still nothing to show,

My lungs heave with a heavy sigh,

I'm standing on life's edge

Staring over the ledge

Down into a bottomless abyss

Yow, something in my life is really amiss,

I'm probing deep within,

It’s seems within my reach yet unable to grasp

Stuck in life's vicious clasp,

Every Move is just another arc in the circle

When the ends meet

I'm trapped inside

I'm trying to break free

And tired of this melee

Finally I have

But yet nothing to show...

Looking back I see

A soul trapped

Stuck in the void,

Knee deep? No neck deep

Gotta strike harder, push harder,

Bend harder, Push harder,

Then through the creaks

Stream the sun beam streaks,

Come on break free, cut the links,

Says a voice deep within

The voice I hear, the voice I follow

Ah! Ecstasy finally

Flooding my every vein, coursing through my blood

Drenched in rays of enlightment

Warming up in the heat

My heart skips a beat

Now I realize this is heaven

My son what have you done to show me, asks God

I turn behind, racking my brains

Churning my memory ocean

Still! I have nothing to show.......

Vasanth Srinivasan

lIFE @ iNFy.MysorE


Morning.
Screens open. 08.30 a.m. Shit.Shhhhh(showers).Brrrr(it is cold).Dress??Search for socks.Where is the noose???(Tie).Zip down.Collars up.08.45.zip's up(courtesy friends).Knot's correct.Rush.Queue at food court.Dosa sucks.Oops id is in Chutney. Wash.08.59 am swipe in.Lifts stuck.run three flights .Door opened.Silent stares.Few giggles.Walk without waiting.Lower seat.Incline seat to 180 degrees.Switch monitor.Unread messages.Ten good mornings.F**k hangover.Help from cardomam tea.Refreshing sleep.Courtesy RDBMS.Fag.

ForeNoon.
Lower seat.Thank the girls(entertainment).Eyes scanning.Ya located.Girl of dreams.Excuse .Girls of dreams.Check them out.Memorize dress.Rack brain for pattern.
Bit more of sleep.necessary for a growing child.Guys begging.Helped by a phone call from the staff's fiancé.Mad rush for the food court.Decision.Biriyani.Good.burppp.ya.
fag again.Class.Guys gather.Start.Catch the sucker.Tummy hurts.Gotta go.Take up stance.Ready for the "AXE EFFECT".

AfterNoon.
Worst part of the day.Assignments.Check if ctrl c and ctrl v is working.They do.God i'm saved.Look around for bargains.Notch one with a brainy guy.Good Samartian.Wants nothing in return.Headphones.Best friends.Pink Floyd,dire straits,Illayaraja......oops 017.00 p.m. Gotta check mails.ya it's fast.Same stuff.Boring mails.Nothing to do..check blogs.Find mine's not updated.Think of a topic.Blank.Stop.Call for the zone.Fag with coke.Nice combo.Smoke rings.Ash on pants .oops a hole.in friend's shirt.Thanks to my vigourous tapping.More sorry's.
Excused.17.30 p.m.

Evening.
Finish work.Change name.Submit.Good day's work done.Canteen.Treat the geek to samosas.Promise made.Tommorows assignment taken care of.Good Investment.
Swimming pool.Watch all the meat.Table Tennis.Play like hell.One pitch,my side.Next pitch neigbours table.Fiery glances.Balls fly.Bats meet.Net's torn.I win.Good.Dripping.Stink of sweat.1803.(my room).Open room.Enter roommate.Guys buried in books. T.V..Discovery.Animal Sex.Fag again..By this time lost count.Time is 21.30 p.m. .off to FC.No tables.Decide on fresh juice.Not enough.Purse open.Five rupees.Get a bun.Hungry.ATM???No balance...Dilemma.Five hundred debt.

Night.
22.30..Start chatting with friends.Stories.Life.Ask for break.Red eyes.No stopping.time 03.30.ah.sleep.AC 15 degrees.Shivering.Covers not enough.Roomie gets up.Bathroom locked.Comes out .Beep Beep..AC 14 degrees now.Pride.My turn.Beep Beep.AC now 13 degrees.04.30.Get up check on AC.Now 25 degrees.Revenge exacted.Cell phone.Alarm.06.30.Test remembered.Sleep.Dreams.Mental note.Five girls today..

Morning
Screens open. 08.30 a.m. Shit.......

The classification of youth


The classification of youth is a very touchy-feely topic.Being one myself it is one of the worst phase and the best phase one can ever go through in their life.The only way you can become an angel is by being a Nerd(Hey you Nerds out there ,just give it a break will ya??) .Well who relly wants to be one.I'll give you a test.walk up to a nerd and ask him ARE YOU A NERD?? he will probably deny it.Would'nt you???


We youth are caught up in what i call TENSION OF OPPOSITES .It is really what we need versus what we want.But is any guy sure of the thin line between needs and wants??.Even Grown ups can't distinguish between the needs and wants and thus they invest their values into material objects than real love and affection towards fellow people.Staying in the hostel can really give an insight into the stupidity of youth life.Anyone who has been into a college hostel will agree with me.The Youth(KIDS/MEN) and their mannerisms can give you an clear pitcure about what i am talking about.


You are expected to act responsible when you never even had a whiff of what responsibility really is....You are called FFN(Fit For Nothing) at home,a riffraffer at college and a WASTE OF TIME by the society.but do they really understand us?? or atleast try.Do they really know that we are really trying to make men out ourselves ??That we are striving to make our lives count and even we are afraid about our own future??(HEY YOU PARENTS remeber you were youths sometime or another)....

Coming to the best part of youth .The only thing that makes you feel wanted and where you can be yourself is with your friends.I have been fortunate enough to have been blessed with really talented and broad minded friends from whom i have learnt many things and friends who will stand by me even if the whole world says that i am wrong...

To the guys out there reading this i know you are now scanning you memory and thinking about your friends and the happy times you have had with them.LISTEN guys if you do not have a very close friend /friends by now then you are really missing out something in your life.The magic of friendship is really amazing.There is no other relationship in this world where you invest so much of love and trust in someone who is not your relation either by blood or by bondage.


Sometimes when i think about the days we talked late into the nights,the days we drunk together,the days we have comforted each other and just by the act of sitting together for hours without talking can give you comfort.Really it is there we get our first taste of responsibility for our friends and it is a nice feeling when you have guys trooping into your room when you are sick or bringing you coffee when you are tired.Never take friendship for granted because getting a good friend and staying together needs a lot of investment.So guys plss choose wisely.Till we meet again remember to enjoy your friends till you have them for you will want for them when you are alone and far away from what you call home..............

Ya So next time we will talk about....
Naaaa...you will get to know when you come here again.
byeeeeeee friends ..

Hi Guys ,

Tihs is my frist time into blogging .So If You Fnid Any Msitkae Then there is really nothing you can do abt it.so plss bear with me and keep reading..
well well... where do i start with...

My journey began in DUBAI nearly twenty-one years ago .I lived there among the purdah wearing men whom you could smell nearly fifty feet away by their perfume/sweat combo scent(Maybe a sure turn-on for arabian women..No wonder they have got their nose closed).And when the Iraqis threatened to send a surd over to our side we decided it is time to leave...we crossed the arabian ocean and plunged ourselves into a country where every five hundred miles you would find a new language,dress,culture and Importantly smell..(Ya you guessed it right ..i have a sensitive nose) and now my life is intertwined in the many cobwebs of the Indian sub-continent.This place has given me the best sample of life I could ask for.It has given me a sample of every type of people I could ever meet and this i love cause people watching is one of my favourite past-times.

This place has got the best cross-section off all the types of people you can find.the mundane people whose whole life is a fixed routine right from getting up at 06:45:17 IST, to hitting the sack at 09:43:15 IST. Maybe one has to feel sorry about their lives for where is all the vareity that spices up life.

Then there are the people who survive just because some wind passes through their larynx.for those who did not get it these are the men who literally survive because they can butter up people.(these kind of people we see in chapter 2 page 45 line 2). Ya and then there are the SeenIt All,Did It All guys who i love to watch squirming when i tell them MuSacea Paradasiaca(ignore the spelling) is a banana plant and not an deer species in the serengeti.(these guys do watch National Geographic a lot these days).Ya and not to mention
the way the wiggle their way out of your mocking eyes.
But they know Damage has been done...
Then come the Guys who have a condition what my friend fondly calls "VERBAL DIARRHOEA".You can recognize these creatures by identifying their distinctively small teeth.Are you wondering why????Aint it Obvious?? WIND EROSION And you can guess that it is a occupational hazard.you can find that it widely affects proffessors and lawyers and also it gets worse with age.the amount of boredom is inversly proportional to the age of the listener and the age of the deliverer.
One peice of advice .do not feed their voracious appetite or you will get to sample their bad breath.that is one of the worst experience you will ever have ...

Then there comes and unidentified species calling themselves the "youth" .The General classification of the species is defined by the

STOP RIGHT THERE.
Are you thinking wether i have small teeth..??
Maybe they are getting a little smaller.

oops gotta go ,I usually like having my cofee at 06:25:30 IST. with two cubes of sugar and 25 mg of chicory ..................

Take care guys and remeber to people watch...Till we meet again with tips and techniques
see yAaaaaaaaaaa...

P.S.(remember to leave back a comment and we will be friends...cause my mother does'nt allow me to talk to strangers..........................)