Poetry

Yeah, a word of caution. I'm NOT a writer of verse. But I respect the form nonetheless, not in the least because I've got friends who are an ocular mishap away from becoming Homer (er..the poet, not the yellow fat guy, though he's a pretty good poet too.)

Oh and my misguided belief is, It ain't a poem, if it ain't rhyming. 

What follows is just a story in the form of a poem. And its taken a lot out of me. I've got an exam tomorrow, and to borrow Mr Jay Zs words

Son, problems I may have got 99

And damn it bitch, I just can't stop thinking in rhymes 

meh...

.....

I live in house, They tell me it’s my home

Its walls are mainly pink and red

Its where I’ve been bought up, cared for and fed

They told me I was free to do as I please

Read, write , philosophize or just roam

But whatever you do, they said, Just don’t leave this home.

I asked, Why not? What’s out there, that keeps me in here?

They said kid, You don’t want to know

But I very much did, So I threw a tantrum and cried

They had no choice so they complied

They took me to two windows, both covered by pretty drapes

Pretty they were, though dusty too

It seemed they hadn’t been opened in an age or two

They were flung aside, And I was ordered to look outside

Colours!! So vivid, so bright

The sensation hit me like a running train

What do you see, They asked

I said, so much light, so much pain

Draw the drapes! I begged of them, never again.

The drapes were drawn, the windows shut, they faced me and they said

That is the cruel sun my son, regard it with dread

She shall shall burn your skin and your soul

She shall beckon you to come outside and live a life

And then she shall fill it with misery and strife

There is also her brother, the cunning moon

Fickle as a colt, colder than ice

He shall fill your mind with fantasy and lies

And laugh as you chase them, helpless as mice.

And saying so, with all care, They took me to my room

A hot meal and a warm bed, That’s all you need

To put your fears to rest, they said.

The sun and the moon, Demons hot and cold

Making all life miserable, young and old

That’s what I was told to believe

Try as I might, I couldn’t dismiss that sight

Terrible though but Beautiful so,

I resolved to step outside

But next day when I woke up, I felt that fear take over

I felt the sun, It made my skin crawl

No I can’t, and lay back in my bed

Sinking, lower and lower..

Then one day as I approached the door

And lo and behold! It was open a crack

A shaft of light piercing dreary gloom

As I peeked outside, wary of impending doom

The colours were still there, still vivid, still bright

But what drew my attention was a tiny snail

Oozing his way through, small and frail

But unmindful was he of the burning sun, the pain, and the fright

Slowly, inch by inch, it made its way through life.

So I reasoned, A lowly creature such as him

And yet not afraid of the mighty sun

Then why should I? No I shall not!!

And heedless of what they told me

I flung the door open with a spurt of might

And stepped outside.

I was wrong, their counsel wise

I could feel the sweat running through my brow

I could feel the frenetic thumping of my heart.

But most of all and Oh, this scared me so

I could feel the pain pulling me apart.

I looked again at the snail, for inspiration

Then realized something in my desperation

That puny thing slithering on was so simple, So free from complexity,

What did it know of the tragedy that is life

Or about how horrible things might turn out to be

Ignorance is bliss, I heard my brain chime

At least that I had learnt from the thing in slime

But then as I felt my senses depart

There was another lesson, I realized with a start

They found me unconscious on the sidewalk

Picked me up and carried me inside my hive

They lay me on that pretty couch, and fanned me

Until I regained my senses five

Didn’t we tell you, Distress in their voice

Of the sun and the moon, Of the terrors outside

Of the burning heat, and the freezing cold

Of the trials and tribulations galore

Look at your skin, Oh how its burnt

Poor child, Why didn’t you learn?

I looked at them, I remembered the snail

I remembered how I had mocked its pace

But alas, there lay the key

The problem wasn’t the sun; It was me

With wisdom and sparkle in my eyes

To take life one step a time, no hurry no haste

To tackle each problem with an unfettered mind

And never let my wit go waste.

And when things seem to go out of hand

To take pause and relish, ‘Cause it’s just the start, not the finish

To remember that life’s a marathon and not a sprint

Thank God, for whoever put that in print

That slimy thing, oozing away at its pace

Taught me that indeed, slow and steady wins the race

I then took a look at my burnt red skin

Worry not, I assured them

Nothing but a rite of passage,

I’ll soon forget the pain, but never the message

And so saying this, with a spring in my step

I made my ways to the drapes

Drew them and drunk in the scene

Then found myself at peace

And finally as I gazed at the burning globe

There my friends, There was hope.

.................

There its done. Eagerly awaiting your criticism. 

Cheers!!

Hari 

^_^ 

M.Tech: An Ode in Code

M.Tech: An Ode in Code

void mtech_research ()

{  

   have_good_time_with_friends();

   while (exam_near == true)   

    {     

      if(play_basketball == true)     

      break;     

      preparation=study();   

    }     

  give_exam(preparation);

  while(guide_pressure == high || submission_deadline

   {     

     if(play_basketball == true)      

     break;      

    while (happy != true)       

      {          

        if(play_basketball == true)       

        break;          

        read_related_papers();         

        start_coding();          

        happy = guide();       

      }   

    }    

}  

preparation_state study( notes, books) 

{   

  while(preparatory != 0)   

   {       

     while (onfacebook == true || canprocrastinate == true)

      {           

         have_good_time_with_friends();          

      }      

  if (notes == false && books == false)       

  return youre_screwed;     

  else       

   if(onfacebook == false)       

   studying++;

   preparatory--;     

  }     

   if (studying < half_course)

   return probably_enough;     

   else     

   return good_enough;    

}

 void give_exam(preparation) 

{   

   while (time_left != 0)     

    {       

       if (preparation == youre_screwed)

       drown_in_regret = true;

       if (preparation == probably_enough)       

         if (qpaper_difficulty > preparation)             

          in_gods_hand = true;       

          else      

          thank_god = true;

       if (preparation == good_enough)    

       write_like_a_baws = true;     

      time_left--;

      } 

}       

void read_related_paper() 

  {   

     if (unknown_concept == true)   

     read_reference(); 

   }

  void read_reference() 

  {     

     read_related_paper(); 

   }

   start_coding() 

    {     

       if (concept_clarity == false)     

       read_related_paper();          

       if(check_internet_for_code == true)     

        {         

          copy();         

          paste();         

          return;     

         }     

        else     

        {       

           pray_to_god=true;       

           start_code=true;     

         } 

    }     

boolean guide()

{

  return false;

}