Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
"Baby, I Luv U!"
Baby, you made me realise who I really am;
During the right time when I was completely off;
Then pinched myself wondering if it was just a dream;
Guess what?! It was a divine play being enacted somewhere far off!
:) ♥
Monday, April 19, 2010
L.I.F.E.
It's the most intricate abstract thing ever created by GOD. It includes nothing less than everything! :)
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Goldies vs The Boldies
A brief gap of Poems from me!
Now back with a hot topic! Guess what?! It is Cricket Carnival guys! The whole nation is going crazy about IPL and stuff! So just thought of entertaining you guys with something funny through a commentary-poem! ;)
The story line is that I have brought the veteran cricketers back to the field including a few from the "Posthumous Bungalow" who will be playing a T20 fixture against the current aggressive beasts! What's more?! It's being played at Chepauk MAC Stadium! [a bit of a possessive concern there! :p] I'm not revealing the line ups! Go ahead!
Welcome to this rare cricketing fixture,Containing some incredible talent mixture;Here we are at the MACS,Anticipating extraordinary power packs
As Harsha Bhogle walks up to the pitch,The floodlights seem to have some glitch.Following the rectifications takes place the toss.The Goldies bowl first as a result of the loss.
Murali Vijay opens the Boldies’ countenance,Alongside Virender Sehwag, who is known for his malignance.Vijay works out a classical cover drive,As Hadlee attempts for a late dive;
Viru begins his fireworks aggressively,But returns back with a brisk 30 disappointingly.The Chennai crowd roars for the captain Master Blaster,Expecting him to pile runs faster.
A Sachin frenzied fan enters the ground,Forcing a stringent wall of security surround;It’s yet another show from the BoldiesAs Sachin travels past the fifties.
Meanwhile, ignorant Bradman posts a silly, yet, sweet quest,“Why is the ball painted white?” looking inquisitively at the rest,Teammate Gavaskar laughs out loud saying that it was the rule,The Don stared at him guessing he must be a fool.
Sachin then goes after spin-wiz Shane Warne,Eventually walks back after the bails were gone.The girls all around cheered,As the local heart throb Raina geared.
The short man whacks every bowler for a SixerJust as when Jonty (Rhodes) holds onto a blinder by the Cover.While Vijay proceeded with his brand of conventions,Pollard pursued a few of his innovations.
Lillee oversteps, causing a “No Ball”Which meant it was a “Free Hit” call!Bradman inquires, “What’s a free hit?” with an innocent smile,Lillee replies, “Dude, will you shut your gob for a while?!”
All of a sudden vanished ‘playboy’ Rhodes,Who was then found dancing with a hot English Rose.The last ball was flicked in style for a Four,Leaving behind 199 as the final score!TO BE CONTINUED…
Monday, April 12, 2010
SMILE - the most essential curve!
Sometimes you feel dejected or depressed! Those times, just close your eyes. Feel the person you love the most! I bet a million that an involuntary smile would appear! Carry on with the day with that very curve! :)
Saturday, April 3, 2010
That's love!
He said to her, "You dwell in my heart baby. I will love you, live for you and care for you, now and forever!" She playfully asked him, "I expected you to say that you'd die for me!" He was shocked, "I will never do that, coz you live within my heart. If my heart goes lifeless, you go lifeless too! I could never think of such a disastrous happening!" She shed a tear or two and hugged him tightly! ♥
Thursday, April 1, 2010
"Here comes the Prince!"
A typical Indian Monarch, a very honest, thoughtful Rajah, is on a hunt for a man for his beloved daughter. Mind you! He doesn't demand a man with riches, but a man with a goal and character.
Scattered by groups of young lads, the Durbar Hall was filled with a loud buzz, many of them discussing about the architectural marvel they were standing on. The Rajah enters the Durbar, turning the crowd dumb .
"Here comes the Princess!"
The whole crowd focused at the daunted side door. As the slim figure proceeded towards the diamond studded diwan, the dumb mouths opened to gape, the unblinking eyes widened all the way, slowly and steadily the whispers arose which was suppressed by the clamouring bell that marked 12 noon.
The interviews began. One by one, all of them found their way through the side door. One of the yet to be interviewed young men was gazing at the glass made chandeliers hanging from the colourful ceilings, which he considered to be a masterpiece. He was Dev, an 18 year old, peasant, an ambitious young lad whose major goal is to buy the neighbouring lands of the Rajah and make them his own. It was his turn to meet the Rajah now!
"What's you name?"
"My name is Dev."
"What's your profession?"
"I'm a professional farmer by the countryside."
"Farmer?", asked the Rajah and burst into an infuriating laughter.
Dev was astonished to see Rajah's strange behaviour. It was his first meet. He has only heard about the Rajah before. His grand father and father were all praise for the Monarch. "I'm the farmer who takes care of many of your farms."
"You're just the caretaker son. Did you know you are talking to the very owner of all the farms out there?"
"Yes, I do, Your Majesty. But I have a strange feeling that those farms out there will be mine in course of time."
"Oh! Is it??!!" The Rajah sported an evil smile. "I'll ask you three questions. The more convincingly you answer, the more likely is that she belongs to you!
"Okay!"
"You're are about to lose a fierce battle with an enemy state. You are being taken as a Prisoner of War. The Ruler of the opposition offers a deal. 'You give me your Queen, I'll let you free!' What will your answer be?!"
"What a foolish question, Your Majesty? He can finish me off then and there and have my queen as well as my state! Anyways, I will never let your Kingdom down. I assure you that no such situations will arise!"
The Rajah was blown verbally. He apparently never had thought that there was a flaw in his question!
"You have just 100 gold coins. You need 75 to pay the landlord. You need 50 to meet the monthly expenses. Will you borrow money? Or steal it? Justify your answer!"
"Inappropriate choices, Your Majesty! I'll do neither I shall pay the landlord 75 and restrict my monthly expenses accordingly. My life, my money! Both are in my hands. It's my duty to handle them gently and wisely. It's up to me to decide whether to ruin them or develop them. I prefer developing them."
The Rajah smiled. He was all praise for Dev's answer. He admired his approach.
But then comes a terrific question from the Rajah. "Your wife, ie. the Princess is seriously ill and needs a heart to survive. What will you do? Will you take the heart of a faithful servant of yours? Or will you kill a criminal in the dungeons for a noble cause?"
"I don't want to be selfish. Never will I do such things. Who am I to spoil their lives? It's my wife at stake. I'll renounce my life instead. I'll forsake my very own heart! I'll then be inside her. I shall live in her. She would live with me. Every time my heart beats for her, I'll live the moment of my life!"
The Rajah's eyes watered as he stood up. The ministers and courtiers were all dumbfounded. The Rajah broke the silence spreeing into a standing ovation for Dev! The Rajah said, "You've outplayed me son!" and winked at him. "I decided that you were made for my child, the moment you revealed your honesty by saying you were just a farmer. Nobody else who had come here prior to you were as honest, as self-less and as clever as you. All of them were merely money minded. You are a man of Character!" Dev then realised the speciality of the King. He thought the Rajah would be a great theatre artist!
The Rajah then cheered, "Here comes the Prince!"
Scattered by groups of young lads, the Durbar Hall was filled with a loud buzz, many of them discussing about the architectural marvel they were standing on. The Rajah enters the Durbar, turning the crowd dumb .
"Here comes the Princess!"
The whole crowd focused at the daunted side door. As the slim figure proceeded towards the diamond studded diwan, the dumb mouths opened to gape, the unblinking eyes widened all the way, slowly and steadily the whispers arose which was suppressed by the clamouring bell that marked 12 noon.
The interviews began. One by one, all of them found their way through the side door. One of the yet to be interviewed young men was gazing at the glass made chandeliers hanging from the colourful ceilings, which he considered to be a masterpiece. He was Dev, an 18 year old, peasant, an ambitious young lad whose major goal is to buy the neighbouring lands of the Rajah and make them his own. It was his turn to meet the Rajah now!
"What's you name?"
"My name is Dev."
"What's your profession?"
"I'm a professional farmer by the countryside."
"Farmer?", asked the Rajah and burst into an infuriating laughter.
Dev was astonished to see Rajah's strange behaviour. It was his first meet. He has only heard about the Rajah before. His grand father and father were all praise for the Monarch. "I'm the farmer who takes care of many of your farms."
"You're just the caretaker son. Did you know you are talking to the very owner of all the farms out there?"
"Yes, I do, Your Majesty. But I have a strange feeling that those farms out there will be mine in course of time."
"Oh! Is it??!!" The Rajah sported an evil smile. "I'll ask you three questions. The more convincingly you answer, the more likely is that she belongs to you!
"Okay!"
"You're are about to lose a fierce battle with an enemy state. You are being taken as a Prisoner of War. The Ruler of the opposition offers a deal. 'You give me your Queen, I'll let you free!' What will your answer be?!"
"What a foolish question, Your Majesty? He can finish me off then and there and have my queen as well as my state! Anyways, I will never let your Kingdom down. I assure you that no such situations will arise!"
The Rajah was blown verbally. He apparently never had thought that there was a flaw in his question!
"You have just 100 gold coins. You need 75 to pay the landlord. You need 50 to meet the monthly expenses. Will you borrow money? Or steal it? Justify your answer!"
"Inappropriate choices, Your Majesty! I'll do neither I shall pay the landlord 75 and restrict my monthly expenses accordingly. My life, my money! Both are in my hands. It's my duty to handle them gently and wisely. It's up to me to decide whether to ruin them or develop them. I prefer developing them."
The Rajah smiled. He was all praise for Dev's answer. He admired his approach.
But then comes a terrific question from the Rajah. "Your wife, ie. the Princess is seriously ill and needs a heart to survive. What will you do? Will you take the heart of a faithful servant of yours? Or will you kill a criminal in the dungeons for a noble cause?"
"I don't want to be selfish. Never will I do such things. Who am I to spoil their lives? It's my wife at stake. I'll renounce my life instead. I'll forsake my very own heart! I'll then be inside her. I shall live in her. She would live with me. Every time my heart beats for her, I'll live the moment of my life!"
The Rajah's eyes watered as he stood up. The ministers and courtiers were all dumbfounded. The Rajah broke the silence spreeing into a standing ovation for Dev! The Rajah said, "You've outplayed me son!" and winked at him. "I decided that you were made for my child, the moment you revealed your honesty by saying you were just a farmer. Nobody else who had come here prior to you were as honest, as self-less and as clever as you. All of them were merely money minded. You are a man of Character!" Dev then realised the speciality of the King. He thought the Rajah would be a great theatre artist!
The Rajah then cheered, "Here comes the Prince!"
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