SIDEKICK

A Trilogy of my Thoughts

2010-01-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

A Toothless Tiger
Am I...

I got no teeth that bite
I got no teeth that show any spite
My roars are meek mumbles
And my vanity isn’t my pride

I let things go for I have no claws
I can’t hold on for I have weak paws
Things slip by
Some evade me and some bass by

Upon examining was found
I was no fake tiger
For the greater good I just pretended to be
Bearing the brunt silently... - AMAN

Finally...

A collage of thoughts, a montage of visions.

An unknown fear and blurred convictions,

Voices turned noises and I closed my eyes,

Meek whispers amplified and subdued the cries.

I waited for it to ambush me,

To carry me and deliver me.

Breeze caressed the oustides,

Emotions vandalised the insides.

My world is changing,

My promises are vanishing,

I did me no good,

My image is tarnishing.

Blood strifling down, I got a vein deep cut,

If life is uncertainity, certainity is death. - AMAN

A Few Lines

A few see me kind,

The rest resist me.

Some let me go,

Some let go me.

when in pain I surely did cry,

Isn't one thing that I did not try. - AMAN

I can’t think of any topic? My brains are not working!

2008-07-25T02:54:00.000-07:00

I wanted to write something for my blog and was wondering as what to write? Then I asked a friend of mine for a topic, and she said “I can’t think of any topic. My brains are not working”. That’s when my brains started working and I came up with this bizarre topic.

There are two primary problems when you want to write about something.
Development of a concept.
Choosing among the many concepts popped up in the mind.

Let me go through each one.

Basically we have the habit of writing in our free times. (I don’t know what’s wrong with us? Our problem is that we associate ourselves with the rest of the world. As if we know what everybody does and what goes on in their brains. Shouldn’t we all become some kind of psychiatrists or something? I mean how can we be sure of what others feel? Even though it our own personal opinion we just tend to include the rest of the world with us by saying ‘WE feel’ instead of ‘I feel’. Strange but true! Now you buggers don’t deny it! At least here we all think and act alike.)

If I feel the way I feel,
I’m most certain you feel the way you feel,
If I don’t feel the way I feel,
How can you feel the way you don’t feel?

Lol. This is just to break the monotony. Monotony can kill a person. Apart from monotony many other things can kill a person. For example, hunger! If I don’t have food to eat I would die. So hunger can actually kill a person. Like wise, weather! If it’s too cold and I don’t have warm clothing, I could die! Or if the sun comes too near to the earth the heat would increase and that could also kill me. (I know what you guys are thinking. You guys are thinking, “How can sun come too near to the earth? If at all both sun and the earth are to come closer it has to be the earth that will go nearer to sun because sun has more gravity which will pull the earth more closer.” Right? I knew it.)

Talking of right, I just came up with a thought. Why is it that we always have a RIGHT to speak? Why not a LEFT to speak?? This society is so lop-sided towards the RIGHT! But still we are not RIGHT most of the times. Am I RIGHT?

Lol. But if you are still waiting that there is worthwhile to read here and if I am trying to teach you about writing about the primary problems of writing then you have been fooled. That’s what happens when you don’t know what to write about.

Now, pleas don’t be harsh on your comments, if this write-up has held your attention even now, it’s a good write-up I guess. Chill! Relax!

Cheers,

Isla – not yet - popula

GAWD !!! Can I be luckier??

2008-07-22T00:21:00.000-07:00

I am typing this article in a laptop that does not have a proper functioning battery. The charger of the battery is broken and it has been soldered umpteen number of times. Not to mention the brown colour vinyl packing tape stuck over it.

Then my laptop is conked and is really slow in responding and then the version of MS Word that I have does not open as it is supposed to open. With a thousand unnecessary messages popping up now and then.

Earlier in the day I lost my 250 GB portable hard disk in an internet café. I am pissed off with the thought that the person would have unhesitantly formatted the data I had saved for almost two years now. I just wish that I get my data back. L My friends say that its good that I get pissed off because they feel I am too careless and what pisses me off more is that they are true!

Imagine this write-up to be my recoup into blogging after a gap of a year and a half. I first started writing in October 2006 and a month later I posted another write-up for my blog and since then have been hibernating away from regular blogging.

Before I begin to wander into something else; la la la...

Before you begin to ponder about something else; la la la.....

Let me also shamelessly tell you that today while on my way back home, the petrol in the Scooty Pep (which I have borrowed from my cousin) had guzzled down all the petrol (Ashwin had filled petrol for thirty rupees in the morning) into its insatiable carburetor and puffed it away into smoke as carelessly as I exhale the smoke of Wills Flake! (I wonder, if my death will show any change in the Profit and Loss account of their company)

Now coming back into the main story, I was telling you how my Scooty I mean my borrowed scooty ran out of petrol and how I had to call my Dad up to ask him to bring me some money so that I could fill petrol in the Scooty. And you know what? (The damn luck of mine! God! Cant believe it!) The petrol got over right in front of the petrol bunk! Can you believe it? No, I am not at all exaggerating. Off all the places, if your vehicle gets dry in front of the petrol bunk how would you feel? That too when you don’t have even a single rupee and only one god damn cigarette left in the pocket. It happens mate, it happens at least with me it happens. When there is money in my pocket the petrol gets dry miles away from the petrol bunk and by the time I reach the bunk I would have turned into an apple that has been kept in the basket uneaten for about three months. (Ever seen an apple like that? You got to see it :-P)

Well then dad came and gave me money for the petrol while Ashwin was still with me there. Thank god, at least he did not desert me like my luck. Now after one hour I am here typing this blog which would have successfully blocked your mind by now. LOL.

Yeah we (me, Vinay, Hari and Vishwas) just came up with an idea to start a collective blog and Vinay named it as GUJURI. Will keep u guys posted about it.

Moral of the story: isla’s vehicle gets dry when he does not have money .

Corollary of the Moral of the story: isla’s vehicle gets dry even if he has the money!

Cheers,

Wait for my next blog…..

Isla-not yet popula