Vaagudu(Jabber)

To a Mouse...

2007-11-23T01:23:00.000-08:00

Of all things they call you MOUSE?

Sorry I feel 'n' mousy feelings arouse!

What cud they call you oh man-made rodent?

Left Click,Middle Click,Right Click how abt tri-dent!

-Anirudh Pulipaka

Acknowledgements:

Gtalk,joblessness and most importantly WOW+man :P

The Nest

2007-08-03T08:39:00.000-07:00

Twig betwixt Twig ,
Twists and turns ornate,
Twirls betwixt twirls.

Cute mating dances,
Calls,Confusing glances,
Loves and romances.

Of three mottled ovals,
Plumes puff and joy flows,

Old love and new family.

Of storms and thunder,
Cat brawls and Eagles yonder.
Of fears deep and hearts bleak.

And cracking eggs,
And boogy noses,
Parents and finances.

The worms aglow,
and nuts anew,
Bonds,labors sinew.

New wings and faces,
those calls and races,
Memories fond crystalline.

Fly they do,
with wings anew,
while old songs renew..

..Twigs Betwixt Twigs...

Signior Sinister

2006-05-31T08:19:00.000-07:00

That is me "Signior Sinister"

I am not left handed though but i am sure abt my last janam,i was either Comrade Pillai or Comrade Chatterjee(Fictional Comrades from two left-front ruled states in India)

miss you Miss

2006-05-31T07:06:00.000-07:00

Jabber

Been a long time since i blogged,Tarun Tejpal's "The Alchemy of Desire" did talk about chicken-soup-for-the-soul(not just the tiring and lewd fornications),he says(not verbatim) the "biblio-universe" has a lots of unread stuff,lots of stuff worth a miss so as dutiful citizens of the biblio-universe we ought not dare to stuff it with material the "biblio-blackhole" would most willingly puke out!(even if u have a thing called "juju" for black holes)

The other day i was on the staircase(i can design one) and felt this sudden urge to bypass all the trivial steps,i wanted to jump from landing to landing( a flight of probably 7 to 12 steps..whoopy!(goldberg...isnt she the paragon of vivaciousness?))-about the parenthesis..who would risk a syntax error!-so,as i was saying,i wanted to superman(currently in vogue!) down the steps,and despite repeated pleas from mom and dad,i managed to hoodwink the steps in between and landed without a scratch!
And now i am addicted to playing "L to L"(Landing to Landing), it feels great to have mom and dad screaming "careful son","dont break ur limbs" and later saying "it was good but dont do it again", the former part gives me a high!

And if you are not wondering where i am leading you to, you should immediately get an English to Jabber-ish dictionary by Jabber Da Gabber(heard of him?).And, if you are wondering where my meandering thoughts will lead you...

Its no surprise,here i go....putting up one of my poems...

(did you hear the biblio-black hole running for cover?...man! does that gimme a high) <--tht was said in the true unimitable Joey Tribbiani style!

Prologue:

(now, i know the difference between an Epilogue and a Prologue)

and talking of the similarity,"they are always skipped"!!! :D

This poem is about forlorn lovers(two electric poles in this case),

All of us see them daily but hardly notice them cry.

In a way,the couple's predicament is our fault,the reason for their seperation is our callousness(c'mon wats poetry abt!)...

The "once" dapper Mr.Pole longs for his love "the black pearl" Mrs.Pole,

(still thinking if the Polish need to confer upon this humble author their highest civilian award, "Pole de Electric")

Mark Me:

The Lady Pole doesn't share her sentiment.A brick wall parts the couple so it is left to speculation whether Parvati shares Devdas' sentiment.

PS:An allusion to the swallow(from the Happy Prince) has been made-"the avian pardner".

My pardner down the lane,
Hue and Dew that soot my mane,
All these days upright I was,
lighting the city and burning my heart!

Blessed be the one who made me steel,
wonder why i have felings so un-steel!

My avian pardner thank thee gold
held me amused and my pardner old!
You rest on my shoulder

and so did I..

Oh,the brick wall that sunder my girl,
Part away and show me my black pearl.

The glimpse of which that keeps me warm

Why the hue red and mortar calm?

Forgive me sighnior Brick

Human i am in-human Trick!

Come mor'n and the night lonely;
without my soul and steel honey

curse the one who made us old
where's the face and where's the world!

fie! fie! we share the world?
Muted audience we stand sold!

Urchin, you zooming past,
Mark me and my past!

My pardner and me in a cosy mine,
I was hers and she was "mine"

Thus,the ramblings and the sparks,
Cane i am,wealed face and stark!

Dark is the world,
And loneliness cold!

Me,my spark and the cold street corner

PPS:written sometime in Jan 2005

Vaagudu

2005-12-28T03:15:00.000-08:00

Vaagudu

Silence

Blesseth be the soul that doesnt speak
for speaking words can muster yeast:))
words too sharp!
words too small!

What in a world of such noise?
can gain such poise?
The shimmy days in city buses
The cold mornings and gutter gushes
What in a world can gain such poise?

Yonder moon maketh no sound
Silence giveth the nightfairy crown!
The silvery water on a moony night
Silence giveth the Silvery guild!

Blesseth be the soul that wins silence!
thy ministel loathes to say,
For all the world's words fail
To say Silence is gold and HAIL

Arty ministrel hath a lesson learnt
Burn the wordy and weirdy clown?

My Shadow

2005-12-28T03:05:00.000-08:00

A poem that i keep reading all the time...(yeah i wrote it)

EPILOGUE:"The World has it.. Even before winter set in... I knew everything’s FROZEN...."

My 'tears fear' rolling down my cheek,

My 'fear tears' my Heart so bleak;

Do I really trust my Liver?

Even Red wine doesn't stop the shiver..

Can I look "up" to the "fancy Dress"?

I know for sure that's a Mess..;

Does everything have happy endings?

Will people shun my hearts musings?

"Let it be so" shall I say, Spur People to "wish" me NAY..!

I thump my feet over the Ice,

"cracks" sometimes do look nice!

For the water pool breaks the motion,

Only to show me my reflection...!

May be that's the answer?

The Water knows my ado...
Thank none i have my SHADOW!!!

Written on 27th November '05

Me And My FAN

2005-09-03T03:35:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to tell u how mad,how dumb i can be at times!Probably we can share some experiences!!The ceiling fan in my dingy little room is about 50 years old,and as if to compensate for the pilani midget screeches that pierce my ear drums at night,My cute li'l fan keeps moaning all night!
Yesterday it had REAL plans on card!
I had an exam the nxt morning,and badly needed a 6hr sleep!And the story unfolds at 11:00 pm...My FAN suddenly stops...STOPS..i wait for a min,take a broom(yeah a Rajatshani one with lotsaaa falling hair)....and push it with the broom...to and fro!
Nope...it wont move an inch!(this loop was executed 5-10 times)
Now the engineer in me suggest.."a lubrication problem"
i tried putting All Clear Oil on it...i cudnt reach the rotating part,somehow put ot on the fan!Then after a while..the fan strts moving...no sound this time.
And in a second...Khat khat ..it stops!And i have balls of dust(the oil helped it happen) all over the room,my head...my bed!Then again it strts moving....screeching,in a mocking tone!
Now..i tie a rope to one blade..put a newspaper to the other end of the rope!...FUNDOOO idea....Rope strts flirting with the blade...I quit..I try going to bed...kaani no way..my eyes are burning...a luk into the mirror reminds me of Somalia!..RED eyes..Vermilion smeared foreheads show well being...vermilion colored EYES!
I plan to move outta my room...to some friend who doesnt sleep naked[yuk].
LOLZ And Pilani has very few... i run at 12:30am to another frens room(in a differebt hostel) who sleeps with his roomie(donno why?LOLZZ)...and finally manage a 1:00 to 6:30 sleep..i wash my face...and all night i had dust in my eyes..how foolish i didnt wash it!
A refreshing shower in the morning pulled out atleast 5gms of dust from my EYES

My test wasnt good,atleast i had a reason to stop me from endless cribbing that could have gone as the longest one in History.The Silver Lining:)