Friend Left Behind February 27, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in My Favorite, Poetry.Tags: emotional, friends, poems
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In lieu of those unraveled joys,
And beside that unjust pride;
I had something that I have lost;
‘A friend’ that I left behind.
He helped me a lot, whenever I was in need,
He was just, good and to me kind;
But I wasn’t careful about him,
Forsaking, I left him behind.
I promised to standby him,
And I often go back to the place,
where we used to meet
I remember, I said to him
“please wait I’ll be back in a time.”
He must be waiting for years,
To meet me, dearest of his dears.
From where, such a friend, I shall find;
He is not in my sight, but my soul,
Of which he was a part I left behind.
I feel guilt, ashamed and helpless,
Whenever this loss comes to my mind,
Tired by my own selfishness,
I am in search of my friend I left behind;
Now I am here in front of you all people,
I searched him in all spheres of my life,
And now as I walk towards the end;
Oh you people! Look upon me as a fool,
Who left behind his only beloved and only friend.
Written by me
I wrote this poem on 6th of August, 2004. This poem is dedicated to all my friends (both online and offline) and all readers of my blog.
This poem has been posted as a entry to ‘Friendship festival’ promoted by my friend Niru… See here for more info
(friendship card courtsey: my friend ‘MAHI’ for sending me over mail, oringinal source not known)
Lonely but happy valentine… February 15, 2007
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Courtesy: www.gapingvoid.com
okay I have to wish, Happy valentine day to everyone… So what, if it was all lonely but it is valentine day, the day of lovers.
Happy Valentines Day February 14, 2007
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Umm… I am so lazy… I open my only one eye lid… uh where my watch is… looking for it ah… 6:30 AM in the morning. A very happy Valentines day to me. I look for light – no electricity. Quick decision in split second. I won’t be going to college. Why? No light means no electricity means no geezer means no hot water means no bathing means bad odour all the day means girls running away from me means bad valentine day. Take a breathe. I just want to say I don’t want to have bad Valentines Day.
I like sleeping, so I did until 10:00 am in the morning. After waking up, went through the regular brushing, bathing (light was back by then, damn local electricity department), changing, television, fighting (for the remote, of course) and finally getting bored. I think nothing special about this valentine day. Why these people make such hypes? I thought until my friend called me up “Hi! Dude, where are you? I am waiting in the park. Come let’s do some fun. Local guys are protesting against valentine day, why not join them?” (Our India is a country of protests; we like to protest, demonstrate, revolt continuously about something without ever stopping. Even if we have no reason, so what, we invent our own reasons. Many people say we try to ape west, and valentine day is also a part n parcel of westernization. So, on Valentines Day many people protested against it blah blah blah)
As I reached the park, a guy was distributing free posters “Stop Valentine. Save Culture”, “Say no to Valentine Day, preserve cultural values”. I grabbed one from it, and stood in a line, next to my friend, as I whispered, “Why we are here? I want to celebrate it and I am not against it.” He gave me a silly look, “Celebrate? With whom? You don’t have a girl friend” I replied, “but you have, then why are you against it. Go celebrate it with your gal” “Shut up, you idiot, I am here because I am against it. What valentine day, I have to spend my whole pocket money on buying gifts for a silly girl who keep calling me to remind that she’s my girl friend and keep crying ‘I can never understand her’.” He Explained.
Then I asked another guy, “Why on the earth you are so against the valentine day?” he explained he hates some guy and that guy has flower shop. So, during this season (i.e. valentine) his business starts booming, I want valentine day to be stopped, so his business get sucked. I discovered later on, none of them was against valentine day. Oh I forgot to introduce another guy, name not known, but he is here protesting with us because his wife really makes him sick. He just wants to time pass, so he has came here to protest.
We did lot of things, we hacked valentine cards into small pieces and burnt them, we razed buildings, burned flowers, made traffic jam and a lot like that. And when I was tired I returned home.
Sitting on bed, I picked my phone and called my girl friend, “Hello, sweet heart, happy valentines day”. LOL. I lied the last one.
To get love is to lie… February 13, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Relationships.Tags: emotional, ideas, Love, nostalgic
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First it was a just a day, then it became week, now it is a whole month. Yes, my dear friends, ‘February’ is now termed as the ‘The Month of love’. Now, not for an hour, or day, or a week, but you have to make up various excuses to silly people, that too whole of the month, to justify why don’t you have a girl friend. Anyway, it is not the subject matter of this post.
The inspiration behind this post is a TV serial ‘Just Mohabbat’ (in Hindi, means ‘Just love’ in English) which is almost 7-8 years old. But hopefully in order to celebrate this love month, POGO channel is telecasting all of its episodes once again. When I was kid, it was my favorite TV serial which I used to watch with a lot of fervor (and emotions, feelings blah blah you understand child’s foolishness). I saw one episode in which the leading character lies to get some love. This got my attention. Is it just to lie to get love? I did a lot of introspection on that…
I have lied a many times, ok, to get love… I have lied to my teacher that project is made by me (when I copied it from internet), I lied to my mom that foodstuff is made by me for her (when I originally ordered it from the neighborhood restaurant), I have lied to many girls that I go to gym in the morning (I miserably failed at convincing them when they saw my biceps which are not even the size of a straw), I lied to my neighbor that I don’t know about his dog, when actually it was me who took the dog out of the village and left him there only (you know he was used to bark at night), I mean innumerable times I have did this. Ok enough of jokes; I want a serious viewpoint on this.
There are two viewpoints to this. 1) What if someone lies to get your love? Will you forgive him? 2) Have you ever lied to get someone’s love? (Don’t be narrow minded, love can be of anyone). You should forget the one who have lied to you, simply because he* lied to you because he loves you, he knows if he will speak the truth it will hurt you. You, including me, should not get angry if someone’s lie to us just to get our love or sympathy. Why be so angry?
Lies are not bad things… they are just the inability to accept the realities. Reality is sometime full of uncertainties… lie is one’s way of diverging from such uncertainties. After lying one become aware of the consequences, at least he knows what is going to happen. To be serious, if I ever lied it is only because I did it for someone’s benefit. Everyone says lies to save someone’s day are just fine.
*I have used ‘he’, I don’t try to be gender biased, and you can use ‘she’ if you want… 
(DAMN footnotes)
Before I die February 7, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: Life, poems
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From almighty god,
Come all the things under the sun;
They have to return,
When their work is done;
Like those men, I am from god,
And I have to return;
Unfortunately, I too have to die,
I will too get burnt;
Before I return,
I have some dreams and aims,
Which I wish to apply,
Indeed, lot of work is to done;
Before I die;
When friends will listen about my death,
All around the globe;
Since, they have lost nice one,
They should sorrow and sob;
I want to convince those,
who are unjust to me;
A caged bird, struggling,
To set himself free;
One aim is to let that bird fly,
To break all chains and barriers
Before I end, before I die
To return all credits,
And to clear all accounts;
And to confess all mistake in my mind;
Cause everyday given to me counts.
To prove my worth,
And to tell I am really nice;
All those things have to be done,
Before the flower dies;
Imagining the world without,
Tears flow, eyes have become so dry;
Let me confess, I want to live forever,
Before I end, before I die;
Written By Me
*Burnt: Cremation Ceremony (in Hinduism)
Little ships… February 5, 2007
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Art - Little Ship on Dry Land
Abandoned in the middle of the sea,
so lonely, far across the beach I see;
Strong winds take it one way,
turn down other with tides foray;
falling from the sour eye, like dry tear;
Far away, a small ship is going nowhere; Written by me…
Fill in the blanks February 5, 2007
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I can’t imagine sandeep without _____________.
Here are some answers from my friends:
- I can’t imagine sandeep without mobile
- I can’t imagine sandeep without fun
- I can’t imagine sandeep without teeths
- I can’t imagine sandeep without supercool
Restless & Settled emotions… February 4, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: emotional, nostalgic, poems, procrastination
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As aspirations fall down,
Like dew on green grass;
Few things I remember from past,
Few famous smiles and frowns
Encouraging comments and disheartening taunts.
As I recollect,
The scene ought to be the best,
Me smiling, running, jumping,
To reach for the crest;
Oh ye spot the difference now,
Same me, same scene;
But still difference in me
How poor I can be, you may guess;
Laying down in my bed,
And thinking how I can win,
While doing the rest.
- Written by me
ok we all have this habit, when we go to bed and before sleep we think about some thing, person, idea, place, emotions, feelings a lots of unmentionable things. I think about my failures. I think about my rejections. I think about my plans which have miserably failed… I remember few inspirational songs… I remember few nice comments… some taunts… I recall how enthusiastic I was… I listen voices… “Sandeep bhaiya, when I grow up I want to be like you, head boy“- (of my 6-7 year old friend), ” Sandeep you are intelligent, but be quiet in the class” -(of my computer teacher), “I know your calibre, that’s why I give you opportunities”- (my english teacher), “You are such a prominent person that you are being watched” – (my school principal), “You will suceed, ofcourse” (my coaching sir)
I find ways so I can escape all these, I think about my future plans. Then about a sweet and the most lovable person of my life… and then I fall asleep to sweet dreams…
I am busy! February 1, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Random Post.Tags: business, Life, quotes
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People have different ways of expressing that they are busy. Some throw away a lot of papers on their desk, some keep their phone on “busy” mode, and some carry large brief cases, some keep whining “I am busy, I am busy…”
Next time you want to ask me if I am busy you better ask, “Sandeep, are you wearing your watch now?” I wear a watch when I want to say I am busy, or perhaps pre-occupied with something. The watch on my wrist keep reminding me of the tasks and duties which are yet pending… and telling me “look the time is ticking; you better complete your pending work now”. When I look at my watch I get the inspiration to work round the 24 hrs and keep on working till break. (broken)
When I used to come back from my school (or say college) I used to remove the watch, sit and relax. Nowadays, I don’t get that feeling of removing my watch too often.
Very rarely, I have removed my watch (except when I go to bed) in the past few years. And even last night while going to my bed I didn’t removed it. Why be so busy? Some assignments and presentation was to be delivered before the deadline was reached. Typing, traveling, printing, checking, delivering, speaking… Like a computer program… running and running in never ending loops … it seems I will become an expert in doing all these…
With Opened eyes, in the midnight hour, like of an owl I see at my watch. It’s exactly 12:03 in the morning. I got the feeling its right time to rehearse the presentation. With the file fumbling in my hand, and the mind in half sleep mode… I browse through the presentation papers… And a sigh “oh I can always do them later…” I wonder how I can be so careful about what is pending and what is not.
Being busy is a good thing, but then I remember those beautiful lines I used to read with great fervor… “What a life, full of care. There is no time to stand and stare”. But I love being both free and free (as in freedom). I love to remove my watch. Just lay down in the bed and pullover the blanket, ready to execute some other random bet so unpredictable programs… you are familiar with them… perhaps beautiful dreams.
