Monday, November 27, 2017

An Ode to Coffee

Awake on the dot like prompted by a bell
something something Pavlov? I digress, but
What I need to jolt me, as far as I can tell
Is a large brew of coffee with some hazelnut

Add two tiny beads of darkest chocolate
Tucked away hidden behind swirls of cream
More is overkill, this is a refined palate
Coaster's rich purple, with a shiny gleam

This craving does drive a man insane
It's a crazy affliction
I realize as I look upon my carpet stain
I have a canine addiction

Sunday, November 19, 2017

That Azure Sea

I sat by the lake shore staring across
Hesitant to even dip my toe in
Afraid it would be cold
Scared I would drown
I am not a good swimmer you see
So I sat there skipping stones
Until I left the shore

Maybe I should have waded in?
Maybe the water was warm all along?
Maybe life vests are overrated anyway?

Now I live by the ocean
It is at the end of the lane
Still searching for that life vest
I am not a good swimmer you know
And also running out of pebbles

Monday, July 13, 2015

The Frugal Muse!

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of a hunt for fortunes, a quest for glory!
Show me the trials you put life through, O Fortuna
Thus I may breathe life into these dramatis personae

Lets build a world, you and I
where the strangest things, they do thrive
Lend me a peek, into this other dimension
that is locked away, the key is in your possession

Stoke the embers, rekindle the fire
of passion, sow the seeds of desire
Show me all this, and so much more
I will follow you there, open the door

Live a little, why have you been hiding
no trace to be found, no reported sighting
Lend me your wealth, there's no good excuse
to be so miserly, my frugal Muse!  

Friday, June 19, 2009

Atheist : Be proud, Come out

I had never really understood the concept of Gay people "coming out" or "Gay Pride" until I "came out" as an Atheist and identified with "Atheist Pride".
I used to think both sexuality and religion were matters of personal concern and not something to be worn on the sleeve, but now my opinion is changed. The social stigma attached to both surely needs to be addressed. While I am neither qualified nor familiar to talk about the former, here's my 2 rupees worth on the latter.

Those who have been visiting my blog for some time might have noticed the scarlet A on my sidebar. For the benefit of the few reading this from a feed :
The Out Campaign: Scarlet Letter of Atheism

The scarlet A of the Dawkins' out campaign. The symbol of Atheist pride. So why do some Atheists feel ashamed to come out?

The biggest misconception Theists have about the Atheists is that all Atheists are immoral. When I first told a few religious people many years back that I didn't believe in God, I got quite a reaction from them. It's the same many reaction many people feel all over the world. They just assume, that a Godless person is automatically an immoral, disobedient person. The idea that an Atheist can be equally if not more kind, generous, altruistic is lost on the religious.

How can you be moral if you don't believe in someone who Judges you, they ask. Where do the Atheists draw their Morals from, if they disregard the religious scripture? The short answer to this would be that the Moral code has always existed in the society.. the Theists just needed to invent an invisible being for Authority.

Anyone who thinks Morals and ethics are standard and stagnant over time is simply fooling himself. They evolve just as surely as everything else in the world. All but a few Bible thumping religious zealots would follow every word written in the book. Who would stone to death a disobedient teenager just because the Bible says so? Who would kill a person who works on a Saturday because God commanded that none should work on the Sabbath? If every "word of God" were to be followed by the Christians, the population of the world could comfortably reside within the Vatican city.

And what about the Hindus? The Christians, for all their flaws can atleast claim a central and somewhat consistent scripture.. but Hindus have no such thing. That aside, would you seek morality from Maryada Purushottam Ram, the preserver of Dharma, who goes against Yuddh Dharma(rules of war) and kill a Vali while hiding? Or would you follow everything Krishna says to Arjuna about duty and go ahead in a figh to death with your kith and kin over land.

The point I am trying to make is that even the religious choose the good stuff over the bad/irrelevant stuff. Common sense and altruism direct the religious to differentiate the good and the bad anyway, so why should it be surprising that atheists could do the same?

The other major concern some atheists have about atheism is the word itself. They refuse to be labelled as atheists and instead use pretentious word like "Brights" or "Rationalists". The problem they have is one about identity. An atheist, by their definition is one who is Anti theist, and so they would not like their identity to be dependent on that of a Theist.

So here's an answer which might put their concerns away. I have read this bit somewhere over the internet and can't remember the source, or I would surely credit the person who came up with the following reasoning.

Atheism is not Theism with an A but rather Atheos with an ism.
The first definition put us as negating the theists. Which is to say,our belief system/philosophy is a negation of that of the theists..
Atheos means godless. The second definition, Atheos with an ism, makes an atheist as having a philosophy, which is simply godless. The lack of god is just one minor thing in their existence and not the whole point of it. This definition makes us have a separate identity as against a direct comparison with theists.

I prefer using definition 2. And as long as you identify yourself this way, you shouldn't have a problem calling yourself an Atheist.

So, be proud. Come out.
And check out the Out Campaign.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Today, I have nothing to write about

Today, I have nothing to write about
No coherent thought from my chaotic mind
Nothing to rant, no axe to grind
No inspiration, it’s hard to find

Today, I have nothing to sing about
No tale of happiness, no tale of sorrow
No song about today, nothing about tomorrow
No tune I could steal, no tune I could borrow

Today, I have nothing to paint about
No ethereal vision, no enchanting sight
No beautiful rainbow, no playful light
No paint on my canvas, try as I might

Today, I had nothing to write about
But I did write, a poem of some kind
But I did write, and will write again on the morrow
But I did write, and now I feel alright

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Abou Ben Mayhem

Abou Ben Mayhem (may his kind decrease),
Harbinger of destruction.. enemy of peace.
Awoke from his slumber.. to a deep chill and gloom..
As a demon made way, into his room .

A harsh growl emerged,from the creature's throat.
As it read from the parchment, which his masters wrote.
"Hear now the words, of the lords whom demons hail,
Heed the words of Lucifer. Beelzebub and Azrael.

This be the list of the damned, that God sent forth.
It is bad news for you, but for what it's worth.
Of all those who sinned and those condemned,
you lead the list.. you await judgement."

"This isn't news to me", Mayhem grinned..
"Satan is my master, its for him I have sinned.
A faithful servant,I have been to my Lord.
wont Lucifer make me, the leader of his Hordes?"

"The demon burst out laughing.. "surely you jest..
Satan make you captain?? hah.. you imbecile pest.
Of the tools of evil.. you're but one of many.
You'll all face the heat, the Master doesn't spare any".

"Go to sleep tonight, tomorrow the Reaper comes.
I am off on my trail again,to cover more homes.
Be not deluded..because as much as I can tell.
Ages of torment await you.. see you in HELL."

Note : Written with the deepest respect to James Leigh Hunt and Abou Ben Adhem. This poem provides an inverse case study to the original poem. Read the original here.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I'm Dreaming Forgiveness

my eyes grow heavy.. breath turns rasp
life seeps away
death's within grasp

shut all my senses
nothing left to feel
my life flashes by
like it were a 35 mm reel

i see all that i've wronged
oh, how i now repent
i see those that i loved
alas, so little time we spent

if.. if only there was time
to right what was wrong
and one last kiss to my love
i wouldn't make it long

i realise i don't deserve my love
with that i've made my peace
but let me have my forgiveness
that's all i ask.. please

oh death.. dont take me now
come back when i am awake..
because while i am asleep
I'm dreaming of forgiveness.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Give me a place to stand

Give me a place to stand
And I will move the world
Give me a cup to fill
And I will drink the ocean dry

Give me a sad face
And I will bring out a smile
Give me a sympathetic shoulder to lean on
And I will cry you a river

Give me courage to fight
And I will win you a war
Give me a cause to believe
And I will bring you a revolution

Give me a violin to play
And I will write you a symphony
Give me a pen to write
And I will script you a masterpiece

Give me some optimism
And I will rule tomorrow
Give me a reason
And I will forever let it be /* thanks to Poornaa */


Please don't give me a deadline for my project. I don't think I can f**k*ng finish it on time. :( BOOHOO

Monday, September 01, 2008

The Heartbreak of Tubby Mouse

Hickety Dickety Dock
The Mouse ran up the clock

And so it was, that late at night
Nested away, out of sight
In that cozy little clock, in the alcove
The mouse did scurry, to meet his lady love.

"Blessed be the eyes", the little mouse said,
"that have ever gazed upon your lovely face.
Of all the mice ever, be they alive or dead,
you're the prettiest ever, I rest my case"

"Your whiskers' woven from silk, your tail's made of felt,
And the fragrance of your sweat, sweeter than cheese."
She blushed upon the flattery, while the mouse knelt
"I want you to be mine forever, will you say yes Please?"

She paused for a minute, stared at his pale face.
And burst into laughter, our mouse was in a daze.
"Oh my sweet Lord, this is all so funny,
You, my dear boy, were just my little bunny."

"Despair not, cherish the moments few
Remember fondly, our regular rendezvous.
Wish you could stay longer, my dear Tubby
But off you go now, there comes my hubby."

The clock struck one,
Down the mouse ran,
Hickety Dickety Dock

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Lightning strikes twice

They say, lightning never strikes twice at the same place. The Bird's nest in Beijing begs to differ as a second bolt struck tonight.

A little while ago I made a not so good critique of the opening ceremony. The ceremony might have lacked energy but the Games sure didn't. The tumbling of records by Phelps and Bolt have truly made this edition the most spectacular ever.

Add in a dash of patriotism in Bindra's Gold and Sushil's Bronze and you have a recipe of pure joy to the Indian Sports fan.

Wishing lots of luck to the India boxers. Picture abhi baaki hai.
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