Sunday, September 26, 2010

Maverick Definitions

 REPAIR-- when you love for the first time, someone breaks your heart... u love again and ur heart is healed.... This phenomenon is called RE-PYAR.... :D

 INDUSTRIALIZATION-- The process by which TREEs are turned INto DUST and the people responsible for this LIE that this is actually for the progress of mankind.. this is IN-DUST-TREE-LIE-zation.......

MOSQUITO-- A group of blood-thirsty creatures who have been instructed that they MUST-QUIT-O(Blood group, of course).... Not to be confused with similar creatures who hail from the TWILIGHT.... 

 JUSTIN BIEBER-- JUST a TEEN who sings like a BEE with a BARitone.... This specific person is named JUST-TEEN BEE-BAR.

NIGHTMARE-- The scary dreams experienced by the people of Gotham City when Batman got affected by recession and sold his bat-mobile to buy a female horse(MARE).. This phenomenon was termed as KNIGHT-MARE..

 MODIFICATION--- The  changes to the game of cricket brought about by  Lalit K MODI when he shortened the boundaries,along with dresses of cheerleaders,,,  and in turn paved the path for the most innovative ways of match fixing(news is he is going to modify the popping crease and make it parabolic so that no-balls can be bowled with ease, from next IPL)...  All these changes as a whole are called MODIfications....

 CHIMPANZEE-- CHIcks who do weird stuff(like slapping in slow motion,, screaming with their mouth shut,, talking telepathically,, being immortal,, etc etc) when the camera PANs on them, during daily soaps on ZEE(and sony and star plus ,etc etc) are cumulatively known as CHI-m-PAN-ZEEs....

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The tunes that don't leave me!!

Everybody likes to hear songs, tap to the beats, sometimes even gather up courage and take hold of the microphone on the stage [This reminded me of a recent event, and since i've nothing better to do, I'm gonna share it here, although it is quite unrelated to the topic on which i thought i wud b writing when i started typing.... So it was teacher's day celebration at our college.. And everything was boring as usual, typical speeches, dripping air conditioners, super-miserly food etc etc... And when the program was almost about to end, a guy stepped up on to the stage.. A first year guy,took a hold of the microphone and started singing.. 2 seconds passed, 4 seconds passed and that's when the audience realized that now even Himesh had competition.. And as all sane people should do when they notice another indication towards a vocal attack(read indication of the third world war, or the apocalypse),they started clapping.. And after around 15 seconds the guys controlling the microphone switched off it's power.. But that singer guy was as strong and defiant as Mallika Sherawat when asked to do a dance sequence with all her clothes on.. He stood up in the face of firing(read claps and boos) and continued his singing( or whatever the sound coming out of a vocal chord that could scare an octopus into taking up arms{:P} is called)...  and this continued for the next 4 minutes.. God knows what he was singing, but nobody could ignore the courage and dedication this guy had shown.. He sure will shine in whatever he does in his life( but let's hope he doesn't take up singing, because humans' tolerance limit  to Himeshs' is always less than or equal to one)..]]

Gosh, what was i trying to write about?? Forgot... well, let's keep that for another day.....

Do i use too many brackets?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

The last survivor

Towards the blinding light,
The last station at sight..
Towards the nebulous uncertainty,
The last survivor of a nuked city..

The sky turned grey,
World turned into ashtray,
Smoke seemed solid now,
He wiped the last drop of sweat from his brow..

Hope? was there a thing like that?
When survival was not a threat?
He couldn't recall the meaning of the word,
Only a vague feeling crept into the absurd....

The dying screams of thousands rang in his ear,
That was the last music he could hear,
And he thought it to be a masterpiece,
How could God's last beat be anything else?

God? was there a thing like that?
The broken debris at his feet didn't help him decide,
Neither did the forgotten prayers he used to recite.
Nor the corpses of the soldiers dead in combat..

He strode along the path where his home used to be,
Where once laughter rolled,beside the old palm tree,
The places etched into the walls of his memory,
Were now burning pages of a forgotten story....

The sun was coming up, redder than ever,
Reddening the already bloody river,
He looked up, his stare blank..
He was the last survivor,but didn't know whom to thank....

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Toy Story 3

The distant memories of childhood all rush back while watching toy story... And it was no different for the third installment of this classic pixar franchise, arguably one of the best animated film series ever which gets better with each film..... 

Andy is 17 years old and now he has to go to college.. Will he abandon his old  playmates buzz, woody, jesse and others and put them with trash? Or will he stash them in the attic? The confusion lingers on as new places, new toys and new adventures unravel before us...

Toy story leaves us spellbound at the innocence of childhood, the fragrance of old days that linger on, the decisions we have to make, the hearts we have to break, the unfulfilled promises,, but the thing which shines out amidst all these is the feeling of togetherness... Whatever be the situation, the warm feeling of friends looking after you and caring for you..