Well ....here are some poems that I had written during my days of glory (on the hindsight....was it my road to perdition????)

If You Are
If you are a dream
Then let me sleep
And never wake.

If you are a mirage
Then let me stay
In my madness.

If you are a song
Then press repeat
And never ever end.

If you are a game
Challenge me more
And let me win.

If you are light
Keep shining
And lead me out.

If you are a storm
Bring in the wind
And sweep me off my feet.

If you are a picture
Then hang on my wall
And let me look at you forever.

If you are a colour
Please be white
Pure and clean as the snow.

If you are a lie
Then trick me forever
And hide the truth.

Whatever you are
And whoever you are
Just be there
Now and forever.

Feelings
You make me smile when I’m blue
When you are not near me, I only think of you
Everything would be perfect if you felt it too
But you don’t and there is nothing I can do
I will just sit and wait until it’s all through
But my mind can’t think of anyone new
This isn’t fun and this isn’t right
But I know its not over, not yet, not tonight
And later you’ll be gone and completely out of sight
But I know I’ll still feel the way that I do
And nothing will change because of you
Before you leave and go away
There’s something I need to do and say
But it won’t matter because you don’t care
I just don’t understand, it really isn’t fair
All I need is just one last kiss
To know I will be the one you will miss
But it won’t happen, I never thought it would
I just wish that one time that it could.

Take My Hand
You slowly came into my life
And I suddenly began to fall
How could I have fallen so fast?
Not knowing you at all
I never thought I'd fall so hard
Or that I'd fall so deep
I never thought I'd dream of you
When I drifted off to sleep
I've waited for so long
To find a woman like you
And now that you're here
It seems too good to be true
Now I stand in front of you
With my heart out on my sleeve
Wishing you'd open up your heart
And share your life with me
I want to be held close
Within your warm embrace
I want to smile everyday
At the sight of your precious face
I want to laugh with you
Smile....and even cry
I know who you are
And what goes on inside
If you can look deep inside
And give to me your heart
I promise I'll never hurt you
I'll never break you apart
This may seem hard
For you to understand
But I'll show you all the love I have
Just come and take my hand.

Hmmm......I finally managed to finish reading a book. For most of you guys, it must be quite a routine stuff. But for me its quite an acheivement b'cos for the past so many months I used to start reading a book and leave it somewhere in the middle(Gopal would understand what I am trying to say!). I have no idea why I did that...I used to feel half way through that I should read something else and there you go....that book went into the oblivion and you would find a new book in my hand. The result....I never managed to finish reading a single one of them. Of course, Five Point Someone is an exception. But then I consider that more as a TV serial or a teen movie than a novel.
But on Saturday, I went to Crossword and bought three novels:
- Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)
- To Sir With Love (E.R.Braithwaite)
- One night at a Call Centre (Chetan Bhagat)

This time I had decided that I will start with one of the books and will not give up till I finish that. After a little bit of pondering on which one to begin first, I choose "To Sir with Love". I managed to finish it in less than 2 days....hmm.....you can't measure how happy I feel at the end of it.

I am no voracious reader to critic a book but among all the books that I have managed to read, this one should rate as one of the better ones.

The story is autobiographical. It is the story of Ricardo Braithwaite(known as Rick).Rick is a Negro, born and bought up in British Guinea, the only British colony in South America.

The story begins like this : Rick has joined Greenslade school in the East of London as a teacher. This is Rick's first teaching assignment. He is not there out of his choice but out of compulsion. Rick has studied engineering in US and has worked for British Air Force for six years. After the post-war demobilisation, he applies to many big companies but is turned down by each and every one of them. The reason for rejection is not the lack of qualification but the color of his skin. Rick feels totally disintegrated and broken.

During his six years in the Air Force, he never realized that he was a black but after being back in the civilian life, this realisation struck him a hard blow. Out of no choice, Rick decided to try teaching, for the profession was in desperate need of educated men and women. He successfully negotiated an interview, but then found himself posted to one of the worst schools in the East End of London. He was further dismayed to discover that his students were an unruly, disruptive group of 15-year-olds.

Rick displays great aptitude as a teacher, but he is aware that there are lessons that he too must learn, particularly with reference to humility and patience. Unsurprisingly, it is the unruly students who soon begin to teach him the lessons.

To Sir With Love portrays the triumph over adversity concerning one highly unusual man's eight-month-long experience of an inner-city school that enables him to grow and occasions some of the people he comes into contact with to put their prejudices on hold.

Hey, I have finally started my own blog. It kinda makes me feel good.

Here are the reasons why I decided to start blogging :

- I love penning down my thoughts but for the past few years I had stopped doing that. So, I thought its time I got going once again.

- There are so many small incidents, occassions, parties etc. in our life which give us a lot of happiness and joy. By posting those thoughts here, I get to cherish these wonderful memories some years from now.

- I have been fortunate to have a wonderful set of friends. This blog would help me keep connected to them and give me an opportunity to express how much I treasure the good time spent with them.

- Lastly, this is the story of my life.......At the age of 50 or 60, I want to know how I have lived my life and what is it that I have cherished the most. At that age probably my memory will begin to fade away....this will keep me connected to my past.

Coffee Day (the one on 100 feet road) has kinda become our favourite hangout. We go there quite regularly....mostly to check out some cool babes.....or to just to sit and discuss how in the world the guy sitting on the next table managed to pataofy the girl, who in all probability looks like his girlfriend and wonder why on earth we don't have a girlfriend when everyone else around us seems to have one!

Usually, after a hard day's work, in the evening we go to Coffee Day.This "we" most often than not, consists of Pradeep, Vineet and of course, myself. We prefer to sit on a table outside as we don't like to sit inside.......The reason for that, you must be thinking is fresh air.....nopes, you are wrong. Since we go to Coffee Day on a regular basis, we have kind of made a statistical analysis, according to which the probability of pretty girls sitting on a table outside is higher than them sitting on the one inside. Girls like fresh air I suppose !

For the first ten to fifteen minutes, we discuss how our day at work was......then before we could discuss further, we notice that a pretty young thing has just walked-in. Our heads automatically turn towards the table that the girl has choosen to sit on. Vineet and I are the first to react.......if you thought that we get up, walk up to the girl and say hello, you are wrong. None of us have the slightest of guts to do something like that. We just discuss how pretty the girl looks, what a nice dress she is wearing, how sexy her eyes, lips, ....etc. are !In the meanwhile, the girl takes out a cigarette from her bag, lights it and begins to smoke. We look at each other and observe that off late, the percentage of female smokers has increased alarmingly. At that point, I ask Pradeep if he will be fine if he finds out that his wife smokes. He hesitantly nods his head and says a "no". And then, we have a little discussion/argument over it.

Talking about Pradeep, he usually, plays a good listener in such scenarios. But if the girl on the next table happens to be a "Chinki", then the roles are immediately reversed. For some strange reason, he has a fascination towards those girls !

Whether the girl is a "Chinki" or otherwise, one thing is a constant for sure. They all seem to have a boyfriend. And most of the times, these boyfriends happen to be an ugly bunch of guys. Atleast, thatz what we feel all the time !! We then begin to wonder if all the girls around us happen to have a boyfriend, then who on earth are we going to get married to ! The thought, no matter how funny it sounds, is neverthless a scary one.

We sit there for an hour or so discussing such "interesting" stuff and then go for a long walk. Life is for sure great fun !!!