The Lost Soul

Ok. So, I made this poem in the college Library yesterday on the guidelines of my beloved friend Akanksha who was throwing literature jargon at me dissecting it into stresses, unstresses, beats, vowels, and exactly-what? stuff :D Its ironical, because whenever we read this Akansksha, we are going to be laughing at it, killing the bloody essence :D



What if there was nothing beyond this sorrow,
What if this moment never died?
How many tears could she borrow?
How many diaries would she write?

What if she lied on the crimsoned carpet,
With bleeding wrists and stained knives?
Losing the belief she last lived with
In a Hero who never arrives?

What if her trust was all misplaced,
Was it sin enough for her to die?
And could death redeem the soul disgraced?
How I wish, she wasnt I.

In the shadows of my darkness,
Who Am I?
In the lost directions of being aimless,
Where Am I?






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Hassake hum, aise mauke kum diye.... Zindagi ne Zindagi bhar gum diye... : (-The Train)

The Elder Sister Act

"15 mins to your performance... please stand in a queue..." came a voice from the wings. I waited backstage in the electric blue and golden outfit we had received for our yearly dance-performance held by our dance academy. The blue was too bold, the skirt too short, the jacket too flashy, but it all looked fine when we stood in the group. Now I know why you seldom spot a monkey alone. The thing about feeling odd is, get a lot to follow your ideologies, dressing style, opinions and the odds eventually even out.

I moved a little away from the group. If I stood there for 15 mins, there was a reasonable chance of the Indian Government declaring me as a historical monument. To my right, there were groups of little kids who had just performed. They were yapping away and eating their tiffins, some 6 year old girls were redoing their make-up and wearing their hair in different styles. I was almost awed the way this one kid who pro'lly had milk-teeth was articulately re-applying her lipstick. Her mom's maybe. Its funny, when girls are 6, they act like they are 20 and when they are 20, they want to go back to the age of 6!

And amidst all this chaos of jazzy clothes performers, crazy instructors running around with the show-chart, hyper kids, horrified staff members, fat short girls with red lipsticks and thin tall boys in black-leather jackets my eyes fell on this little kid, barely 5 years of age, standing in a corner, on the verge of crying.

I sat on the plastic chair near him and signaled him to come towards me. He shrugged his shoulders and came closer still standing against the wall. I pulled him by his hand and brought him right in front of me.

Me: What happened??

He: (makes a will-break-into-an-ocean-of-tears-face... the countdown begins....5...4...3...2...3..4...5... neither did he cry nor did he speak..all he did was move his lips to create multiple sinusoid waves)

Me: Areee...what happened? why are you crying? someone scolded you?

He : *nods head in agreement*

Me: Dont worry, you go there and sit okay... no one will tell you anything... *kisses him on the forehead*

He : *shrugs his shoulders again...and goes to sit...*

"Oh hullo... wait...oh?" : followed a husky voice from the back. The lil boy stopped and clenched my arm tight. I turned back to look and spotted this 6 feet tall hunk of a coordinator looking puzzled. As easy to guess, he was the one who punished the lil boy.

He-2: Hey, how can you... I punish...

Me: *eyes narrow & pointing finger* Oh. So YOU punished him? Did you tell him to stand in that corner?

He-2: *confused* Yeah. I punished..

Me:*increasing voice pitch* Do you, respected sir, know what can be the consequences of your behavior? Do you know what Section 5B of the Educational Law Amendment Act, 1934 states? Do you?

He-2: Huh? no?.. er..

Me: The Law states: *in one breath, warp speed, increasing pitch, looking straight into his eyes*... The principal, along with his/ her delegates, of any institution imparting knowledge in any form, by means of written scripts or performing arts, is responsible to the mental/physical health of every minor enrolled as a learner to the concerned institute; the failure of which can lead to the guardian/ parents of the minor to resort to legal recourse against the concerned entity; the responsible delegate or the institution as a whole.

He-2: HUH?

ME: Do you know what that means? It means, YOU could bring this whole institute down if I accuse you of subjecting that little boy to mental torture, and since I have enough witnesses around, I just MAY move court? do you want me to? DO YOU? Is that what you wish?

He-2: No...cmon.. move court? hehe... er.. umm.. yeah...he can sit... I was... umm.. only... trying to...you know...

ME: Trying to what? Bully around young kids and feel like a man?

He-2: No-No! hehe...er...umm...Ill be back... umm... yeah...

ME: You sit sweety. *wiping my lipstick marks on his forehead* Nothing will happen :)







I made that law up, extempore. And they say, commerce students are dumb.







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But I know, Im no Superman! : Lazlo Bane