Life’s funny!

Hello ppl….

Well last night i was  having this conversation with one of my friends, lets call him ‘deadlocks’. The discussion started with his questions about other ppl who r close to me. He is a guy with a gal’s heart, plainly speaking, a gossip-monger. So wen asked, i told him about dis fren of mine who js joined and left a job in hyderabad. Wen asked why, i told him abt dis incident.

My hindi speaking friend, having his lunch, says to this telegu waiter ” Bring me a Roti” and shows a single finger to him and den points it towards a chapati.

“ye”, in a minute or two, he gets a bowl full of some mixed veg.

“arre…not this…Chapati..chapati” and points again toward chapati.

“Ohh…” and after a few mins brings a bowl of dal to him and says again “ye..”

Well yes, my fren bangs his head on the table, resigns and comes bk to indore. (.. the word is exaggeration…bt things were almost the same…and den other reasons for which he left the job r very practical and nt wrth mentioning)

Deadlock, who also happens to be in hyderabad rite now, laughs and tells abt this incident wen he was considered a ‘hyderabadi’ by one of da man der. Wen he told the man dat he doesnot understand telegu, the man said in his messed up hindi ” keea mazak karte bhai tum..”.( Not the man’s fault…deadlock’s features r pretty mch south indian).

So our conversation goes on and reaches to  ‘movies ‘. He asks me, ” Dude, wat do you think about Slumdog millionare”.

“Hmmm” my tone changes suddenly,a spontaneous tilt towards sounding like an authority ” I think its made on a book which was not really written with a purpose. Its unnecessarily hyped coz da westerners got wat dey like to see. ” (yes its lame comment for a person posing as an intellectual but at times the effect in ur tone covers up for everything)

“Yeah man…dats it” says deadlock, “You knw wat, I was chattin with dis racist american shite and he called me a slumdog”. Well, before i could have reacted by bursting into a laugh or by asking dat why the hell has he started chatting with ‘guys’, he spoke smthing again whch made me realize that he is serious. “I felt so bad, man, seriously”,he said.

He said again ” I was abusing him continuously with  the mst derogatory words i cud spell but he was simply replying by sayin dat u indian slumdog and dat dey dont talk to such slumdogs”.  (Yup ppl, its his special power to land into sch messed up situations without even moving a muscle)

Continuing, he said again ” It was like he was abusing the entire nation and i was jst abusing him, I felt so helpless” (poor kid)

Now der was a silence, a silence which made me aware that this was now my turn to say some thing meaningful. To pronounce the words of salvation and so i did.

I said “Man, Dats fukin awesome!!”

Deadlock, “WHAT??”

Me ” Dat can be a really gud post in my blog!!”

Him,”I am tellin u some thing and u r…”

I intervene, “Thanx man,Thanx!!”

After a few seconds of perfect silence, he says ” U r crazy. U fukin moron.”

ting..teen peen teen peen

call ends.

And i Start writing what u jst read.

P.S- Ok, i agree i manipulated a few things bt den it was almost the same.

Thanx to ppl in order of der appearences-

Me,Deadlocks and prashant.

will be back soon.

Blog on

The truth,the pain and the missing rhyme.

It wasnt so,but I said it was

The truth,the pain and the missing rhyme.

I went ahead to see what the reason was

To find that i cant go beyond it before time.

I threw the words that what is the truth

To hear the echo that its what you make it

It can be good with good and bad with ruth

Either you deny or for better you take it.

As i moved further i found a lot of pain

The pain which brought in an unwanted difference

But another mile of the road from paramount to main

Brought in the sanity and for things, some reverence

Time came with a view that faded the rhyme was

But how could meaning ever vanish the rhyme?

I went ahead to see what the reason was

To find that i cant go beyond it before time.

The Saviour

A pound of smoke that now i release.
It burns the pain and i get my peace.
As the days pass, the demonic evenings enter.
That white little thing is the one, that can mentor.

I run for it and it loves me so much.
For me it kills itself,though nt literally as such.
Through the amazing red it slowly fades away.
But in the meantime, it saves me from the life’s sway.

Still i possess fears and i resist to submit.
coz i know, my eternal lover would never let me quit.
But then, i open it up and manipulate its soul.
And even higher i get, through the burning hole.

Leaving the reality, I enter the new world.
Either its a wave or i m walking on a curl.
Disappears in the smoke, my little gloomy heart.
Just for moments, though, but me and my pain are ashes apart.
(dedicated to smokers)
-pras.

The Present

A foot ahead and a foot behind, here I stand.
A tear,dried, a smile about to come in a lip’s bend.
Yes I am here but nobody cares to see me.
They remember what I was and think of how I can be.

I want to live and want to be lived.
I said it’d be ok but they never believed.
What i feel is strong in a very weak way.
Here I stand tall and in a blink, I fade away.

I live and relive in half a thought.
I am part of everything that u have ever sought.
The darkest hour or the brightest day.
I would never change , come what may.

I would die a billion times while you notice or ignore me.
I can turn into happiness,the moment you feel free.
But you fail to grasp and that is what I resent.
Forever to be here, Yes – urs sincerely ‘PRESENT’.

(dedicated to wat can be the most beautiful part of one’s life)
-pras.

LIF’C'E

The being in me, if there is, might never have considered the eventuality of my existence.
It is just a world, its own planet or the universe, where it lives and wanders. I was aware of its existence but was it? When I consider my experience of past few days I am left with no doubt but I abide to say that it is useless now. I have been a cynical person for all my life which may get over in a few moments and here I am offering my last realizations to you.
To start with I would just go to the time, few days back, when everything was going on in a good way. Every one was happy, least worried about the future, enjoying the nature’s gifts. We ate, we drank and we danced in the woods where it used to rain daily. I wouldn’t say that I was not happy or satisfied but yes, one thing was sure that I had this slight premonition of something, something which I couldn’t explain to anyone. It seemed to me that we were cutting those black woods beyond our necessities or sucking from the underground rivers at a very lavish rate. Whenever I shared my skepticism with some one, I was being told to calm down. And so the time just went by slowly, until that one day came.
It was an earthquake and a kind of land slide which took the lives of many. It brought end to peace of many, to some it brought never ending and constant fear but to me it brought a sudden realization. I said to my self “What if the world is a living being and is rejecting us from its system on the basis of rationality”? The only reason of our rejection can be that we have done some unbearable loss to the living being in which we live. I tried to tell people that we really need to do something considering that it might be the end of us on this planet. Well, as expected, some laughed me off, some pitied, and those who could offer an ear, asked that even if we want to, then also how we can possibly leave the planet.
I chose to tell them about one of the various theories about our existence on the planet which was considered the most lunatic one, but then did I have a choice? I said “As many say, our ancestors had some how managed to travel from some other planet. Why cant we then?” After a pause I continued “If we travel a great distance to the forbidden lands, we might find a way out of this.” Yet again, as I expected, all of them considered me insane and left me alone.
For me staying was not an option and so I started towards the new life, the new land. The coming 2 days were going to be the most difficult days of my entire life. The earthquakes and the other natural calamities became so frequent that it became difficult to remember the world we used to dwell in. I, somehow, survived everything and kept moving until that happened.
When it started, it looked like a normal rain. Who would have imagined that this rain would wipe out the entire life and consciousness from the planet? Where ever those acidic drops fell, they burnt the life away. I ran towards my destination not sure of reaching it. It was just a race between the unfathomable faith and unbearable pain.
And now, here I am, lying on this land which looks, forbidden no more. I am the last survivor, lying here between an oscillating fear of death and a constant hope to find a way out soon.
I don’t know if I will survive or not. But yes I know that world is a living being in which all of us have crawled, dwelled and in return hurt it. If I live I might see others like me and tell them about my findings and make the world a better place. But yes world, these might very well be a lice’s last realization and last words to u. signing off.

LOUS THE LICE.

In some other part of universe,“Mike just look at them man. My hair, they are so silky. It worked. It really wiped those shitty parasites out of my head”.
Mike “yeah man”.

p.s- come on guys even a lice has a life, a vision , a dream….he he.(kiddn)

A protest against head and shoulders.

Satisfaction!

I sit with sleepy eyes and smile on my face

A bizzare instant of heaviness and solace

A cup of tea and a 3 am photo clicked

Things-to-do list and that is all ticked.

*

I lean on the chair with my legs on the bed

Thinking of betterment and the life dat stays ahead

Then i look at the wall in a gazing way

To catch the colours of ‘rasta’ Marley

*

I moved my eyes to the guy in the blanket

The late night call and the satisfied facet

This is where all my biological space bends

A guy is a friend and girl, girl friend

*

Well the books are closed and the alarm is set

Endeavour and hardwork deserves a pat

Halfway the blanket, i set the pillow

Lying on the back i relax and lie low

*

The way i wanted is the way it has been

I have noticed something which was never b4 seen

And i close my eyes and plan tomorrow

The past is now gone ,its future that i borrow.

(wrote it sm time bk after finishing a day in a very satisfactory way)

A study on Smugs!

Hello ppl…

By looking at the title of the post, one might be inclined to think that what kind of absurd topic is this. Well while replying to those people i will just close my eyes, move my head and wid a gentle and all knowin smile on my face, will say “You could have been right but you are not, my friend, because i m”. While i was writing my first post i introduced myself as a  smug which gave rise to the question in my mind that what defines a smug?  I have already given a basic defination stating about the self righteousness in this opening para and now we will continue with some specific details and characterstics of Smugs.

Their first characterstic  is dat while talkin to other people, smugs tend to raise der head a bit more den usual which usually indiacates der self assumed superiority. Its like conveying “ Dude m higher den u”.( Here i must tell ppl dat dont use this characterstic as a test for ppl who r short hieghted. As der raising the head is an obvious requirement to look into other person’s eyes so this observation simply fails der. No offence to short heighted ppl.seriously)

Now lets move on to the next characterstic which has a lot to do with eyes. Well, eyes usually work best wen dey are open but smugs need to keep dem closed for long intervals, obviously much more den a simple blink, while being in a conversation. Dat simply helps dem to throw an impression of being an ‘all understanding’ and ‘all listening’ person. In reality wat happens is dat dey jst play the part of Neo and dodge your words like in dat movie ‘Matrix’, he used to dodge bullets . No matter wat kind of eloquence u carry, no matter wat reason u offer to dem, it is not going to create an effect.Why?Simple, coz dey refuse to open der eyes. Say anything u want and dey would reply in a way which wud ultimately say dat “ Well i understand dat , my friend. Every thing u said is true. But u r not right”.Why? simple, coz i m a smug.

Now i will continue wid da next characterstic which will be da last one. Obviously der are a lot of other characterstics which i m skipping in dis. But den wat kind of wasted person has this much of time to read so much about a smug. I think if sm smug comes to my blog, den he or she would very well like to read this post and react with a small “hmmm..” and move on. But den why the hell do i need to be discriptive. I mean smugs r goin to read it full and a smug knows himself and even if he doesnt then too he would still,goin by the basic definition, agree that he does. So i can very comfortably skip other characterstics except this last one.

This one is not based on observing smugs but on observing urself . In a few minutes a smug can make u feel irritated even without giving a slightest effort. Basically smugs also use these few tools which dey have common with older ppl. for eg “You wont understand” . Now just imagine a conversation. Everything is goin in da right direction. You r abt to prove a smug wrong and suddenly it comes, “You cant expect to understand everything coz u cant” . The statement leaves u irritated and make u think ” Hell! And u can understand everythin”. Before u say anything, u r again hit by another weapon ” Give urself time and u will understand“. Yes, pulling ur hair, grinding ur teeth, u walk away. At this instant of irritation u can know dat u jst took wrath of a smug.( i donno y but i m missin my elder sister so mch at dis moment)

And u know wat why dis had to happen coz u tried to prove wrong, a universal truth  dat Smugs r always correct.( WARNING: please dont try this at home. The conversations described above are tackled by highly proffessional and experienced people. Play safe.)

So this is about what u din want to know about smugs and wat i wanted to tell about them. Now i will close before ppl start suggesting to change the name of the blog to SMUG’s or something like dat.(Though in a way its still da same, Prasundefined).

Will be back with a new 1 very soon.

Blog on.

LIFE and Colours.

Black, it used to be for some reason unknown,
The time when he seldom halted to appreciate his flight
His large wings could cut the most severe tempest
Even zenith looked lower when he reached his height

*

He never believed, but his ‘disbelief’ grew stronger
And the day brought a lesson, he never asked for
Could he offer denial to the fate? Huh..never.
Would there be the same blue sky any more?

*

On the white he was lying, in the white,
He knew ‘hate’ wasn’t the word he was looking for
The window to heaven & the sheen ol’ green.
The static beeping demons or some selfless machines?

*

The man in the apron with the strange tie in his ears
His rigid face with lines, each one for a year.
Floating in air, were the words in a lifeless tone
An effort he sent for what he couldn’t rely on

*

A crawling river white or an ending sea black?
And he heard at last he would never fly again
Then he closed his eyes, but not his vision
With the sea left behind, he was flying to the sun……

The reason

Well…hello people.

‘This is my first post in the blog ‘  is a very obviously not required and a very lame sentence to begin with.  It is my first serious blog but i still know dat the posts in a blog exist in some chronological fashion and i dont need to mention something like post-1 ,post-2 and so on.  you might be appreciating my killer intelligence and i would js love to reply wid a grace of sm 18 yr old super narcissistic babe and say ‘temme smthng new baby’. But by sayin something like dat i will sound like a smug. And as i am a super smug so i would  prefer just not to say something like dat.

The creation of dis blog is the obvious manifestion of my past and also the not so far past, talkin specifically, dis morning.  I was talkin to dis friend who is in hyderabad. From past few days he has been in a very bewildered and confounded state. Well yes we can put the blame on his transition from indore to HYDERABAD. He usually talks in a very excited way about some terms like ‘Web 2.0′,’ social networking’,'following on twitter’ and i in my own smugish way listen to him and reply wid rare ‘Hmmm-s’.But yes i have to say that he is a keen learner and a very gd fella(yes i knw dat dis line ws nt required but unfortunately he is goin to b da first one to see da blog).  So dis morning he was very excited and he said something like “dude, u can be so mch on internet. i have seen ppl who are so different in real life but dey get a completely different identity on internet.dey portray demselves in a way dey never cud be in da real world” I thgt ’so u r telling the center of the universe to be a mere planet or a star’(remember i said sm thng abt being a smug….yes i ws serious). kher..after mocking him a lot, i thought seriously upon the entire thing. He said “ It mite be a gud way to collect the stuff u write, which u eventually loose and u mite also form an identity…a new one”(yup he is really funny) . Again after making fun of dat ‘identity’ stuff, i gave it a serious thght and told my fren dat yes his advise is considerable(considering n listening to others is a recent change in me…but yes we will discuss dat  later sm time). I thgt dat it wud really be a gud thing to get my stuff stored and takin comments from ppl so dat i can improve.  So i said to my frend dat i will start a blog and post my stuff der. So the entire episode full of mockery, of myself n my fren resulted in a reason to start a blog. Thanks to ‘Deadlocks’(yes a lame user name but dats wat my fren likes to call himself) . So here stands prasundefined.wordpress.com.

Blog on.