Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Fading Rainbow

The music u played
Came with the magic
That stayed
Longer than it should
I never thought I would

Incomplete are my words
Scattered thoughts
Run alongside
Every memory that plays
Lost in the haze

I was smiling
As I leaned out of your car window
I was smiling
I knew I had to let this all go
Like the fading rainbow

I looked at you
The curve of that dimpled mouth
And my thoughts began to sway
I could, probably
End it this way

So hollow without u
My body aches
Not that I can't survive
Not that I wouldn't do it twice

To live through the colour
And the pain
All over again
When was it that you
Let me fall

Away from you
On the other side of the wall
Expected to stand tall
I'll take my bag

My moments, my love
My all that wasn't good enough
Watch as my going gets tough

Dreaming in circles

I will for awhile

Be completely mindless

I shall survive

I was smiling
As I leaned out of your car window
I was smiling
I knew I had to let this all go

Like my fading rainbow

Like my fading rainbow..


Monday, April 28, 2008

The Final Submission. Pages 7 and 8.


Right from day one, our team had a policy of working together as a group for all the products. We divided the roles of each member according to his/her interest areas and capability.

(YEAH, right.)

My group had members having command in various fields and members who had specific interests as well. This made us a strong group since each one of us was sorted out on what each one’s objective were.


Dear Mr/ Miss Examiner,

Experience, as I’d hate to put it, after reading a few of my classmates’ minds, cannot be put down as under:

“IN PRINT, I learnt….that fonts are pretty…

“IN AUDIO…that there are new softwares…

I cannot believe it! How can you compartmentalize an experience! Sights and sounds packed with truths that are found…everything from the smile on that beautiful superstar “Shivam” of ours till the whole mess of working with people. It’s easier to work alone, I wont lie about that, but its also easier to dream than do. Some challenges are important to face, and I’m happy to say I have faced them. I’m glad things worked out and then they didn’t, and then I thought they wouldn’t, so then they didn’t, and when I figured out a way everything fell in place like nothing happened.

This course has made a professional out of me. I’m not sorry for every penny I’ve spent or every drop of sweat that its taken to get till here. I feel proud when huge ad agencies call and shout- “You wanna join?” I feel happy I’m here. To get it all done. To be sitting here again till 4 in the morning writing this out.

There are still, ofcourse, as any ill planned organisation would face- glitches. Of course there are prints not yet taken, this copy itself that I’m typing now, should probably be spiral binded, and I should be writing down something painfully serious about my experience. Unfortunately, I am painfully serious when it comes to my work. Just not writing about it maybe.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

minutes of the meeting

Her voice is as uncomfortable to me as cold wind. Never -ending. I wait. She stops talking. The sudden silence startles me. She takes another sip of her drink. “Yes. So I was saying…” her face begins twisting in animation again, her hair moving with her gestures.

The fantasy still replays in my head. All the uncertainty from within drains me. I feel my hands turn grey; the moments I see in head are frozen in still air. I do want to break away; the purple box and its silver key stare at me still. The voices flood the air. I cover my ears with my hands. I don’t want to hear anymore.

I open the box before it’s too late. Fear makes my hands tremble as I slip the key into the lock and watch as it clicks open. Its lid is heavy though, it takes all of me to lift it open. I look inside and see a pool of water. My reflection is blurred. I climb into the box. Dead butterflies are floating in the water. Their wings stick to my skin. Well, I had warned them the last time around. Don’t follow the scent of my being. Don’t follow me down here. Don’t lie here dead in my tears.

I shut the lid.

I blinked into my present. She was speaking still, ceaselessly. She had not even noticed my absence. She had not sensed that I had disappeared. Didn’t it show on my face, that my mind had closed? I look at the purple box again. Shut. As flowers die around it and the sky cries. It will be sunny soon. I pray the box would open…only this time long enough for the tears to dry.

She’s shaking my hand. Bright red nails. I see she has slipped her card into my hands. She’s talking about movies. No, I wouldn’t like to see a film. No, I didn’t know your cousin went to acting school. No, I don’t like pasta. Thank you for your time. Maybe it was you that made me look within. Maybe it was the utter bullshit and nonsense that you wanted to get into my bed with that made me look inside. I close the file and call my boss. I provide him the minutes of the meeting.

I’m surprised a part of me heard what was being said. I tell him all, I tell him nothing. He asks if I’m alright.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

I don’t care for love

I care for the little lace

The little lace in my dress

That’s getting

Crushed in our embrace


Thursday, April 10, 2008

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The Song in my mind: High Hopes-Pink Floyd

High Hopes-Pink Floyd
(David Gilmour/Polly Samson)

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Wednesday, April 2, 2008


Futility in my words

Futility in my being

Oh perfect one

Show me a world

I’ve never seen

Futility in my creations

Futility in my sweat

Futility in my emotions

In the tears I’ve wept

Turn away

The way you have

From my pathetic being

Curse me

The way you do

So drown me in that stream

I don’t want to surface

I don’t want to face

I just wanted to be someone

Whom its futility to erase*.