tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365123132011-08-20T06:15:36.590-07:00sudhirnoreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-55422477039585993002010-08-12T01:58:00.000-07:002010-08-13T07:44:02.885-07:00My recent months of driving on Hyderabad's roads and innumerable enlightening discussions with experienced hands at the wheels in this part of the Deccan have enabled me to come up with the ten commandments of driving that every Hyderabadi lives up to every time he/she takes to the roads.Here they are:<br /><br />(1) Thou shalt carry at least three people on a two wheeler and ten in a three wheeler<br /><br />(2) Thou shalt always have one hand on the horn and honk without rhyme or reason<br /><br />(3) Thou shalt be on the rightmost lane and give a right indicator while turning left <br /> Corollary:Thou shalt be on the leftmost lane and give a left indicator while turning right<br /><br />(4) Thou shalt strictly avoid U-turns; Driving on the wrong side of the road is a birthright akin to the demand for Telangana<br /><br />(5) Thou shalt drive through on observing a green signal; drive through faster during an orange and speed through on seeing the red<br /><br />(6) Thou shalt never put on headlights in the night<br /><br />(7) Thou shalt avoid road signs like the plague<br /><br />(8) Thou shalt cross roads like a walk in the Nizam's park<br /><br />(9) Thou shalt park the vehicle in the middle of road and ask for directions<br /><br />(10) Thou shalt drive with only one hand as the other hand is to be used for ordering home delivery of biryani from the mobile<br /><br />P.S. <br /> Q: What are traffic rules?<br /> A(Hyderabadi):Two movies...(1)Traffic http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0181865/ <br />(2) Rules http://movies.sulekha.com/hindi/rules-pyaar-ka-superhit-formula/default.htm<br /> I have seen both as that's the only other thing I do besides having my <br /> mandatory Biryani on weekends..<br /><br /> Q: What would you call a Hyderabadi who follows traffic rules?<br /> A: Extinct<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-5542247703958599300?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-47623264367323354562010-07-29T07:28:00.000-07:002010-07-29T09:02:50.960-07:00Marooned on the island of regret many times<br />For heartfelt losses and imagined crimes<br />Finally jumped on the ship of Hope sailing by<br />Rather than become an old man waiting to die<br />Went a distance but regret made me burn<br />Thoughts went back to lost souls..never returned<br />And as my mind..filled with dread<br />Realized I had been pulled back to the island of regret<br />Seemed that nothing was learned<br />Frittered away freedom well earned<br />Tired, frustrated...resigned to my fate<br />A void devoured me,my love,my hate<br />But somehow hope helped me stay afloat<br />Will helped me build my escape boat<br />Grabbed it with both hands and swam across<br />The chance to gain tomorrow over yesterday's loss<br />Navigated those sodden nautical miles<br />But longing eyes gazed upon me; not the expected smiles<br />Remorse filled me to have caused so much pain<br />All my efforts had gone to vain<br />Ephemeral victory leaped to its death<br />Was back to the island of regret<br />There I was again......waiting to die alone<br />And then Hope decided to have me flown<br />Took to the wings; soaring high<br />Seemed Destiny had cast me a lucky die<br />But then I entered those clouds of doubt<br />And my flight nosedived straight south<br />Then it was..certain as death<br />That I was back on the island of regret...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-4762326436732335456?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-68892795493680002502010-05-31T08:04:00.000-07:002010-05-31T08:38:03.677-07:00I make you lead...so you falter<br />I hold on...so you alter<br />I smile...so you weep<br />I am shallow...so you sink deep<br />I play...so you bid a higher price<br />I tell the truth...so you believe my next lies<br />I worship you...for my unfulfilled prayers<br />I punish you...for my tears<br />I love you...for your wealth<br />I treat you...to pay for my health<br />I trust you...because I can't check<br />I bullshit you..for my next fat paycheck<br />I martyr you..because I hate to die<br />I praise you...because I can't vilify<br />I vote you...so I hope to have a voice<br />I hope...because...really...I got no choice<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-6889279549368000250?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-68774086945117786322010-04-24T08:54:00.000-07:002010-04-30T07:13:21.099-07:00I would first of all like to thank my friend Chater a.k.a Chatterjee the "new kid on the blog".His last post plunged me into a melancholy of thoughts with nostalgic and reflective being the most prominent color themes.<br /><br />Love, Liebe, Amore...whichever language it is spelled in.The only language it sounded was Greek to me.To be honest..maybe I will never really understood the depth of that word or what it really encapsulates.Maybe I never will.Maybe it is just a product of some chemical reactions in the brain genetically programmed so we can find a partner and breed.Infatuation, liking and loving somebody have all been stations that kept coming and going with a one way relationship of liking somebody finally stopping at the infatuation platform.I think I had my share of opportunities in all three categories.Maybe more so in the first category than the other two..Maybe those hormones running wild and nothing more.Maybe it is the same now.I also do remember being the object of somebody's affection but turning it down in a friendly way...again maybe I feared intimacy or to borrow from my friend's blog. The quote of the very non communist Groucho Marx - "I don’t want to belong to a club that will accept people like me as a member".Maybe life would have been very different if I had accepted her affection with me writing hosannas to "true love" rather than this blog entry.<br /><br />But age has definitely been a major factor in determining the passion/intensity of those emotions or to channel them in a more controlled or milder stream.It has surely fucked my brains in more ways than one.That uncontrolled and almost puerile or idealistic( depends which way you want to see it) fascination or hope to find that ultimate person or special somebody has been tempered to find somebody "compatible"(a politically correct term to see if two people can live together for a fairly reasonable time without killing or divorcing each other and breed some progeny along the way).I don't visualize myself waiting at the bus stop, the stairs, coffee shop or library to just catch a glance or muster the courage to just open a conversation with that woman or girl I am crazy about.Write stupid poems,take part in contests just because she hosts them and walk miles to a bus stop and take a bus with a circuitous route so I get those extra bit of time everyday to see her.No.. that's not going to happen.<br /><br />Now somewhere hovering between the practical/carnal and emotional aspects it will never be the same again.In fact the intensity and frequency of falling for some one itself has been tending to the limit of naught with maybe the fear of getting hurt.The fear of loss again..of drifting apart.Or the fear that familiarity will breed contempt.What if the love and happiness now is just a facade and when the curtain opens things will not be the same?..<br /><br />Then again when after a long hiatus you again start talking with somebody and slowly without your knowledge you sail into the boat of liking somebody and the oars of desire make you feel as if you have almost reached that promised land of mutual love and affection and then you realize that the island you saw was just a mirage.Because that boat you took had a hole called reality which filled up the water of "practical decisions" that sunk it even before you could see it.<br /><br />So the conundrum continues..and maybe the coward inside me lifts up the white flag and says "Amore No More.My world has no place for that"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-6877408694511778632?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-73645365349203874522010-04-24T01:18:00.000-07:002010-04-24T01:24:55.844-07:00I was seeing Good Will Hunting after a long time and came across this amazing piece of dialogue..I think it encapsulates the real difference but what we "know" and what we "realize" by experience:<br /><br />So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny... on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seeing that. <br />If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. <br />You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably ah throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watched him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. <br />If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. <br />And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. <br />You're an orphan, right? Do you think that I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? <br />Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because - You know what? I can't learn anything from you... I can't read in some fuckin' book.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-7364536534920387452?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-45805517309193291082010-04-20T01:10:00.000-07:002010-04-20T13:18:27.769-07:00People are strange when you're a stranger<br />Faces look ugly when you're alone<br />Women seem wicked when you're unwanted<br />Streets are uneven when you're down<br /><br />~ The Doors<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-4580551730919329108?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-36951086370602330042010-04-09T23:36:00.000-07:002010-04-18T03:08:51.367-07:00Sitting by the window of perspective<br />With the train of thoughts and memories' stations to arrive<br />Youth and fountain of life on my side<br />Prepared for the experience filled ride<br />Platform of incidents and events<br />Perfume of life with its' variegated scents<br />Toddler taking baby steps to childhood<br />People moving forth despite obstacles; some who brood and just stood<br />A brown man thrown off to the platform<br />Challenged the status quo when most followed the norm<br />Hopeful wards sending off children to their future<br />Soldiers conscripted to the battlefield butchered<br />Months to years to decades<br />Stationed through many jobs and trades<br />Engined by the lessons and experiences<br />Happiness...sadness..sometimes lost my senses<br />I thought I had all there that was to be seen<br />The highest rise, the deepest fall and all there was in between<br />And then I saw the same brown man much older now<br />With millions of crowds thronged to cheer him on<br />From cipher to hero was his journey<br />From tear drop to supporters like waves of the sea<br />My destination was closing in<br />Got up to get down but felt a weakness within<br />One moment to reflect in the mirror<br />Conforming my deepest fear<br />Time and age finally taken a toll on me<br />And then I realized..I am...close to the end of my journey..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-3695108637060233004?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-20752551396051928542010-04-01T23:23:00.000-07:002010-04-01T23:24:52.720-07:00Regret is an excuse to avoid future action.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-2075255139605192854?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-19658026433824110242010-04-01T06:06:00.000-07:002010-04-01T06:08:28.070-07:00Kind of fallen in love with this song...<br />A R Rahman's genius of blending Reggae with Carnatic Music.<br />The general poetic beauty of lyrics is also pretty brilliant!!<br /><br />Lyrics (Translation)<br />(MALE-Tamil)<br />Aaahhhh adada penne,<br />Unn azhagil naan kannai simittavum maranthen<br />hey..aanal..hey..kandaen..hey<br />Orr-aayiram kanavu..hey karaiyum..<br />Yen aayiram iravu..<br />Neethan..vanthai..sendrai..<br />Yen vizhigal irandai thirudi kondai..<br />Hey! Girl,<br />I forgot to blink my eyes, coz of ur grace!<br />hey.. but.. Hey.. I saw.. hey<br />A thousand dreams. Hey!<br />A thousands nights shall melt<br />Its only YOU, arriving....departing!<br />Bring back my eyes, that u hv stolen!<br /><br />Ooooohh ohhmana penne..Omana penne..Omana penne..<br />Omana penne..Ooohhhmana..Ooooohh ohhmana penne<br />Omana penne..Omana pennnN..Omana penne..<br />Unnai..marandhida mudiyathey,<br />Omana penne..uyir..tharuvadhu saridhaaney..<br />Oh! Darling Girl..... Darling Girl... Darling Girl<br />Darling Girl...Oh!!Oh!! Darling Girl...<br />I cant forget you<br />Oh! Darling Girl..my life....giving away is right!<br /><br />Hooohhhh..nee poghum, vazhiyil nizhal-aavaen..<br />Hooohhhh..kaatril..asaigirath-un seylai..<br />Vidaigirath-un kaalai..un pechu un paarvaiii..<br />Nagarthidum Pagalai iraivai..oooohhhhh oooohh..<br />Pirinthalum, inainthaalum,<br />Uyir kootil, sari paathi unathey..<br />Un inbam, un thunbam enathu..<br />Yen muthalodu mudi-vaanai…<br />Hoooohhh..I'll be a shadow on the paths that you go...<br />Hooohhh.. will be the breeze....that shall flutter your SAREE<br />My day beings...with...your speech...your sight<br />It shakes my days....my nights!<br />Whether we part or join together....<br />Half of my heart will be yours<br />Your joy...your sorrows is mine<br />You've become a part of me<br /><br />Omana penne.. Omana penne.. Omana penne..<br />Omana penne..Ohhhhmana..ohhhh ohhhhmana penne<br />Omana penne.. Omana pennN.. Omana penne..<br />Unnai..marandhida mudiyathey,<br />Omana penne..uyir..tharuvadhu saridhaaney..<br />Oh! Darling Girl..... Darling Girl... Darling Girl<br /><br />Darling Girl...Oh!!Oh!! Darling Girl...<br />I cant forget you<br />Oh! Darling Girl..my life....giving away is right!<br /><br /><br />(FEMALE-Malayalam)<br />Maragadha-thotti-lizh..<br />Malayaligal thaaraatumm,<br />Penn azhagaee..maathang-gal tohpugalil<br />Poonguyilugazh-inna-chernna,<br />Pullanguzhal-oothugai-yaana<br />Ninn-azhagaehhhh..Ninn-azhagae..<br />Amongst a cradle of trees...like a diamond....Malayalees sing you to sleep...<br />Oh! you beauty of a female (Beautiful girl!)....In an orchard of golden flowers...<br />The humming birds....unite....mate in love....<br />They are playing the flute of love for her....aint that the girl?<br />Your beautiful girl? Your beautiful girl?<br /><br />(MALE-Tamizh)<br />Thalli ponaal thei-pirai,<br />Aagaya vennilaave..<br />Anggeyeh nindriraathey..<br />Nee vendum..arughae..<br />Oru paarvai siru paarvai..<br />Udhirthaal udhirthaal,<br />Pizhaipeyn pizhaipeyn..podiyan…<br />The moon in the sky...<br />The moon's vanishing...<br />Don't stay just there<br />You gotta come....beside me<br />One look..just a glance<br />I will survive...will start breathing..<br /><br />Omana penne.. Omana penne.. Omana penne..<br />Omana penne..Ohhhhmana..ohhhh ohhhhmana penne<br />Omana penne.. Omana pennN.. Omana penne..<br />Unnai marandhida mudiyathey,<br />Omana penne..uyir..tharuvadhu saridhaaney..<br />Oh! Darling Girl..... Darling Girl... Darling Girl<br /><br />Darling Girl...Oh!!Oh!! Darling Girl...<br />I cant forget you<br />Oh! Darling Girl..my life....giving away is right!<br /><br /><br />Omana penne.. Omana penne.. Omana penne..<br />Omana penne..Ohhhhmana..Ohhhh ohhhhmana penne<br />Omana penne.. OmanA pennN..Omana penne..<br />Unnai, marandhida mudiyathey,<br />Omana penne..uyir..tharuvadhu saridhaaney..<br />Oh! Darling Girl..... Darling Girl... Darling Girl<br /><br />Darling Girl...Oh!!Oh!! Darling Girl...<br />I cant forget you<br />Oh! Darling Girl..my life....giving away is right!<br /><br /><br />Omana penne..<br />Unnai, marandhida mudiyathey,<br />Omana penne..uyir..tharuvadhu saridhaaney..<br /><br />Darling Girl...Oh!!Oh!! Darling Girl...<br />I cant forget you<br />Oh! Darling Girl..my life....giving away is right!<br /><br />Tamil lyrics source --- Siri Sarangam<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-1965802643382411024?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-36014310096065412302010-03-22T01:07:00.000-07:002010-03-22T01:10:03.043-07:00I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, <br /><br />but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.<br /> <br />Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. <br /><br />My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. <br /><br />And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. <br /><br />And then it flows through me like rain. <br /><br />And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid fucking little life...<br /><br />~Courtesy: American Beauty<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-3601431009606541230?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-32849503908970871702010-03-03T08:15:00.000-08:002010-03-03T09:17:08.211-08:00And she came and smiled at me<br /><br />Life's overbearing monotony for a moment to flee<br /><br />True character,no place for lies<br /><br />Innocent charm shone from her beautiful eyes<br /><br />Sometimes she spoke and minced no word<br /><br />Sometimes she chirped like a sweet little bird<br /><br />But always there was something sweet<br /><br />Something to make me skip a beat<br /><br />Agreements and discord,correctness and flaw<br /><br />In the brief interregnum, most I saw<br /><br />But in all these, an angel I found<br /><br />In the beauty of her soul, her sights and sound<br /> <br />Complexities and thoughts, confused and mired<br /><br />But her angelic pause I will always desire<br /><br />Its not easy to have another chance<br /><br />But with her..always hope for that second glance<br /><br />And as the sand clock empties and time flies<br /><br />I realize<br /><br />Without an angel there is no paradise..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-3284950390897087170?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-40989014961322128362010-01-27T10:55:00.000-08:002010-02-08T11:31:31.513-08:00Born, disowned and tossed into a river<br />Cursed and murdered by a coward's quiver<br />But greatness shone in the time between<br />Son of a God and a heartless queen<br />Born a prince<br />But paid for others' sins<br />Condemned to the lower echelons of societal cast<br />Despite his royal caste<br />Brighter than the sun's brilliance<br />Human par excellence<br />Driven to be the greatest archer ever seen<br />Cursed for hiding his humble origin<br />More powerful than his five princely brethren<br />Turned away from the swayamwar as a heathen<br />Accepted by a true friend<br />Somebody to trust and not pretend<br />Always suggested royalty with his golden ear rings<br />Finally crowned a rightful king<br />But with power comes vice<br />Party to deceit through dice<br />Insulted his brother's/another's wife<br />Maybe the loyalty of his friend or the bitterness of his strife<br />Accumulated an empire for his comrade<br />Bribed by God Himself but never betrayed<br />Emotionally cajoled to switch sides<br />Remained unshaken even with his royal lineage revealed<br />Preferred a true friend to opportunistic relations<br />Ignored his forsaken mother's pretensions<br />Finally accepted the son of her paramour<br />But had God steal his protective armour<br />Cheated to use his most potent weapon only once<br />Defeating his brother will prove difficult hence<br />Fought the epic battle that sealed his enduring fame<br />Just a precursor to the end game<br />But his wheels of fortune stuck at the opportune time<br />Death finally hit its morbid chime<br />A fighter till the very end<br />The Solar godsend!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-4098901496132212836?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-27316278080401601952010-01-03T07:14:00.000-08:002010-01-03T09:01:28.013-08:00The clock chimes to midnight<br />Triggering celebrations wild<br />Happiness and expectations run amok<br />Door of life waits fortune to knock<br />Another year for youth to live zest<br />Another year for the enervated to embrace death<br />Another year of truth and justice<br />Of falsehoods and injustice<br />Another year for fulfilling wishes and aspirations<br />Of disappointments and manipulations<br />Another year for that career to take off <br />Of bad bosses and lay offs<br />Another year for world peace and good deeds<br />Of phoney wars and soldiers to bleed<br />Another year of global warming and climate change<br />Of Copenhagens and small nations short changed<br />Another year for new enterprises and reinvigorated capitalism<br />Of naysayers and junky socialism<br />Another year of technology and innovation<br />Of bad economic choices and recessions<br />Another year of building a better world<br />Of apocalypse predictions and end of world<br />Of materialistic everything,economy packages and more value for less<br />And empty Nothingness...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-2731627808040160195?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-52694945335791299952009-12-15T09:35:00.001-08:002009-12-16T09:55:45.270-08:00Of goals and ambitions...<br />Of trials and tribulations...<br />Lives begin with beautiful thoughts<br />Innocent souls without blemish and blots<br />Beautiful flowers waiting to blossom<br />Could always rush back to a familiar bosom<br />Everything seems so plausible<br />All dreams so possible<br />Hopeful eyes gazing a bedazzled tomorrow<br />And never met a stranger named sorrow<br />Determined eyes set on the sun<br />Youthful feet raring to run<br />So he spread his wings and set to fly<br />Nothing to stop him soaring high<br />Engined by self belief and ability<br />And then hit a turbulence...Reality<br />Pristine turned impure<br />Tainted by greed, lust and lure<br />Life was too precious to risk a crash<br />Following some stupid ideals now seemed rash<br />Truth turned to bitter lies<br />The moment when innocence dies<br />Suddenly adversity made him worldly wise<br />He found a parachute named compromise<br />The sweet earth he landed on finally ended his strife<br />Till he just realized he had jumped from the cliff of life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-5269494533579129995?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-16987099658483291062009-02-08T10:44:00.000-08:002009-02-08T10:45:53.276-08:00The lone traveler walks on<br />Trying new lanes, taking diversions from the bygones<br />Mind weaves beautiful images of what lies ahead<br />Unlike the daily travails of the butter and bread<br />But then notices a million stares along the way<br />Piercing through his utopia like the night swallows the day<br />They say "your old days are done"<br />"what is left in being the only one?"<br />One by one friends fall by the side<br />hitched to their brides<br />"another one bites the dust!" you think<br />hoping to stay afloat, but deep inside feel the sink<br />dreadful of the "M" word<br />like an abuse that never should be hurled<br />Doubts ripple through your placid future<br />"Isnt it easier to hang the boots rather than fight nature?"<br />Freedom so hard won, should it be lost?<br />Not so sure that am ready to bear that cost<br />A battle better fought even if there is a rout<br />Even if you are "singled" out<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-1698709965848329106?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-14169355993186109962008-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:002009-12-23T09:35:44.816-08:00life warped in its many desires is just a hoax sublimed into infinity.<br />why this infinite source of light seems so elusive to our mundane existence?<br />because we all are zombies of our self perpetrated reality where there are winners and losers and mortal bodies dance their hypocritical forms.<br />Is the truth so elusive? or existence a myth for slavery?<br />our limited bodies embody the soul of dimensions.<br />reaching out...but tied down...<br />bondage broken energy like vultures on a hapless being<br />but again blinded by prejudice...<br />we jump back to wilderness wen actually light shone on us<br />blinded by the darkness of ignorance...<br />relive the madness...<br /><br />stupid reality sucks u back to the unreal because reality doesn't deserve you...<br />its a pilgrimage you are chosen to take and not your desire to avenge...<br />because friends embody truth and rest is a show that must go on for our ignorance tinted eyes..<br />meet u on the other side..when you shed your loins of pretentious power desires to get naked in the power of ultimate oneness..good bye...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-1416935599318610996?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-32290608630324034112008-11-07T08:25:00.000-08:002008-11-07T09:02:21.456-08:00In Childhood beautiful stories we hear<br />They build our hopes ,shape our fears<br />Sculpting our sense of Wrong and Right<br />Then the Gray Reality hits us between Black and White<br /><br />A dictator talked about his Race<br />Some adored him for others he was a nut case<br />"Forces of freedom" vanquished him with their Slave army<br />Of course the defeated never survive to write history<br />Not as clear as day and night<br />All is not Black and White<br /><br />Lies a million times rings true<br />Power a prerogative of the selected few<br />Depends whose voice gets heard<br />who gets praised and who gets jeered<br />one man's hero another's terrorist<br />Doesnt take much for a man to turn to a beast<br />depends on whose side you fight<br />All is not Black and White<br /><br />Patriotism drives us to die for the nation<br />Forget our blood, our relations<br />For the egotist ruler's perverted constructions<br />Some for oil some for weapons of mass destruction<br />Passions blind the reason's sight<br />All is not Black and White<br /><br />Remembering the "dark" chapters of History<br />Black was slave and white was free<br />Now they say "everything has been redeemed"<br />"Chosen a Black to lead our side<br />But we did not see the color of his hide"<br />What was once demeaning is now dignified<br />Because my friend,All is not Black and White<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-3229060863032403411?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-67710281393493541982008-11-05T07:10:00.000-08:002008-11-05T08:11:06.459-08:00I walked back home on that long dusty road<br />Going past those mansions that housed the rich and famous,young and old<br />I always dreamt of a roof over my head<br />A luxury for a warrior of the daily bread<br /><br />One fine day a gentleman came my way<br />What he told me made my day<br />"My friend",he said in a warm and friendly tone<br />"Why stare at those houses with a look so forlorn?"<br />"Come with me and one of those you shall own".<br /><br />"A cruel joke it must be", I thought<br />"Why did he think of me when others left me to rot?"<br />"No Income no assets no problem" he said<br />"Take this loan and buy a house,TV and bed<br />"Of course its not free"<br />"But the interest's not a hefty fee"<br /><br />So there I was in my home<br />In a day I built my Rome.<br />Finally living my fanciest dream<br />A day i thought would never be seen.<br />But little did I know as those beautiful days flew past<br />That the nights that followed would leave me aghast<br /><br />Then the payment day came nearby<br />and my pockets were horribly dry<br />My wealthy friend saw this and went gray<br />He had sold my dreams to the wealthy to play<br /><br />Cut my dreams into pieces and sold<br />"They traded and swapped it" later I was told.<br />Waited eagerly for my payments to roll out<br />And planned to profit even if I default<br /><br />But alas there were millions who were like me<br />Blinded by greed they did not see<br />And then reality dawned the nightmare<br />Now it all seemed so cruel and unfair<br /><br />Paupers to Riches to Paupers...<br />But this time my not-so-wealthy friend had no new offers<br />"I sold you lies but little did I care"<br />"Then I went broke and realized it was all....Castles in the air"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-6771028139349354198?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-13663225938448547702008-05-01T09:05:00.000-07:002008-05-01T13:15:16.388-07:00These past few days I have been sitting pretty idle and an idle mind generates lot of thoughts...mostly useless.Nevertheless.I was just thinking if we TamBrams who have been reduced to an insignificant minority ever had a nation of our own and named it "Curdistan"(hope Turkey does not object to the name).I thought I should be given the opportunity to pen the national anthem.Hope it inspires my tam brothers and sisters.It goes like this:<br /><br />Our Beloved Curd Rice<br /><br />Sky of burning hot tropical sun<br />Legend of Rajnikanth<br />Take a look at my country<br />Green fields of paddy <br />Growing our beloved Curd Rice<br /><br />From the banana leaves<br />our heroic glory emerged<br />we never gave up our favorite dish<br />Our beloved Curd Rice<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Chorus:<br />My country,my country<br />as your rice field I will be planted<br />as your curds I will ferment<br />Oh my beloved Curd Rice!!<br /></span><br /><br />With time I was driven out<br />Out of my vast land<br />But i still carry with me<br />my morsel of beloved Curd Rice!!<br /><br />It stayed with me<br />Like an eternal friend<br />Our people may be simple<br />but we spend lavishly <br />on our beloved Curd Rice<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Chorus:</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-1366322593844854770?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-86416123907407138402008-04-13T13:45:00.000-07:002008-04-13T13:50:27.049-07:00the lyrical gait of the waters meandering through the river bed<br /><br />like the rush of million poor souls racing to stay ahead<br /><br />boats carrying people across the shores<br /><br />humble village folks going about their daily chores<br /><br />and still the stillness seems to have that invisible hold<br /><br />mysterious happiness wraps a wamth almost alien in the breeze so cold<br /><br />life seems so wothy and worthless at once<br /><br />the heart so happy but also a streak of sadness runs<br /><br />all emotions run to the sea of oneness<br /><br />drown a thousand triumphs and tribulations<br /><br />and then I lie on the grass and feel reassured<br /><br />like a baby on the mothers lap secured<br /><br />with its gains,losses,small victories and mindless feuds<br /><br />the "real world" seems a stupid interlude <br /><br />But this harmonious song of nature always seems to end<br /><br />with every nightfall my village beckons at the river bend...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-8641612390740713840?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-50301527695824783032007-05-18T05:47:00.000-07:002007-05-18T05:49:04.519-07:00Interning in Chennai in the summers is not something one looks forward to but then sometimes you got to go with the flow. Anyways I have never really stayed in the southern part of the country and decided to embrace my fate as a new experience which I may never get again(hopefully  ). <br />Its pretty strange when you get to a new city actually. Its like that time when you were a toddler just absorbing and exploring new things sometimes even pushing the limits.<br />Obviously the first thing that really hits you when you land in Chennai is the heat, not that Mumbai is near the Alps , but don’t know…the heat here literally pinches you for some reason….anyways the next thing you realize is that you got to have a working knowledge of tamil to get your way through..cos the locals esp. the taxi drivers , auto rickshaw drivers n even shop keepers mostly speak Tamil.<br />Now being a Tam u realize that atleast you can understand the stuff these folks speak but really driving a bargain in tamil with an auto rickshaw driver is tough. Yes thats true…with no meter running in the rickshaws the rickshaw drivers sometimes ask the moon here(u never know what ridiculous price they may quote!!).I can surely vouch for the fact that that I have really mastered the art of negotiations and the nuances of game theory to drive a bargain with them It was irritating in the beginning but now it seems very interesting, almost addictive . ….in fact an event you almost look forward to as with each journey you learn how far you can push the limits… <br />Another great asset for me has been my broken and accented Tamil. One of the main impediments to my communication with my realtives..and the scorn of my grandfather.I realized this when I was in a heated negotiation with the auto drivers acting as the translator between my friends and the driver and then suddenly it happened..the miracle!!<br />As I finalized the fare price with my friends and turned my head towards the rickshaw driver for that final offer that I would give him he gave me a broad smile and infact agreed to our price in Hindi.can u believe it..Hindi!! In fact I soon realized that people thought I was a north Indian or something tryin’ hard to learn and apeak in their language and so people volunteered to speak in even broken Hindia or English.That was really awesomw and eased a loota things on the communication front. <br />God Bless the soul who invented the A/C ‘cos that’s what saves you from the solar fiesta that you get showered with .Another lesson you realize is that if you have a good group you can even enjoy in hell. Especially when you can visit a pub regularly and even attend the occasional rock show..you know you are in good company <br />In fact after sometime the internship looks like a sorry sidekick to the real action that happens on the weekends…but then shouldn’t that be the way life should be??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-5030152769582478303?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-20193611730056649862007-05-18T01:20:00.000-07:002007-05-18T01:21:09.513-07:00peering over those saffron tinted corridors<br />that halo in the sky retreating like a stabbed paramour<br />unleashed , untamed power all around<br />crazy youth run amok ,running the decrepit structures to ground<br />juggernaut unleashed on those unsuspecting minions of obesquiosness<br />facade of order turned into a mess<br />did they say anythin' of a new world order?<br />isnt the fountain of youth always cannon fodder?<br />because justice seems the prerogative of the priveleged<br />defiled ,disgusted,crushed , humiliated common parlance for the oppressed<br />arbitrage of power corrupts the noblest of souls<br />conscience sacrificed to the altar of self aggrandizing goals<br />time for the 'Chosen One' to carve an ephithet to the present <br />symbols to hypnotize from swastika,hammer n sickle n now the crescent..<br />isnt it time to sit back n reflect?<br />or does the doomsday soothsayer demand our genuflect<br />suicide bombings,beheadings,genocide..... <br />is the chasm between us all really so wide?<br />crimson rivers flooding the valley of hell<br />two wrongs dont make a right so get down from the moral high ground u shameless rebel..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-2019361173005664986?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-1166807427480740852006-12-22T08:38:00.000-08:002006-12-22T09:11:14.656-08:00Its funny that sometimes it takes an ailment or tragedy for one to realize how good things were earlier.Though it sounds very cliched it is very true that it is only when something is not there that one realizes its value. Thats wht happened to me as I was forced to stick to my bed due to a leg infection.<br />As I was staring at the ceiling fan rotating I realised how helpless I had become.Crawling to even drink a drop of water.....Each step I tried to take was more painful than the earlier one.I remember when "bad things" happened to me earlier.The first thing I normally do is crib endlessly and then get into a cycle of self pity with me the poor victimised soul who unfortunaely always finds oneself on the wrong side of the scheme of things or the grand design that is in store for me.Something really funny happened this time around.thakfully I didnt crib and much to my suprise as I was staring at the fan,I thanked God that he had given me a healthy life.Never really made me go through pain and suffering as I had seen.Some noble thoughts too popped up.Like hoping to do something for the differently abled or spastics.I hope that I do translate some of them to action.The one big thing I do hate about myself and other people is when they try to intelectualise pain or laziness.Shifting the object of control to the external is a very nice excuse to do nothing at all.Same as the people I hear cribbing about democracy and all its "ills" , waiting for a "great leader" to come along.So that one doesnt have to fight for one's rights.Believe me there are many people who belong to this category.The only problem is that when the "great leader" arrives most of them will either end up in a gulag or slave away in the "paradise" he builds for them.<br />I guess I required that pain in my leg to get sense in my brain(m I falling in the same trap of probing reason from my pain :)?)<br />One more good thing that happens when one is knocked out for sometime.It realy gives you time to think things out away from the humdrum of the daily rat race.<br />After all an idle mind may not be a devil's workshop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-116680742748074085?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-1161978599080198292006-11-07T12:32:00.000-08:002006-12-12T10:35:32.270-08:00Again I come back to my room.Left with nothing but my thoughts,my contemplations for the day..if any....The rat race continues to get to the top and with it all the shit that comes in the way.The endless chain of misery and madness that fetters all who seek "happiness".Towards a better tommorow.Life teaches u a lot if u want to learn.Problem is ,we all are running,towards something...a better job,house...whatever...doesnt really matter.Not that I am a saint and I don't.In fact I have always taken the beaten path.Those comfortable alleys where the road may twine but will never suprise.Narrow bylanes where no juvenile cyclist gets in the way.I tried to take many of those,but invariably found that cyclist and bruised myself.Foolishly as I touched the road ,found that the path wasnt all that bad to take the lane. But.......I never sat by the pavement to think about it...no I didnt...Escaped myself.'cos there was another path to take...So c'mon man lets run man...move ahead..<br />did i really want to connect to the highway?hmm.....errr...MAN I will talk wid u later m kinda busy.Can we talk around the next turn.And then my friend Mr.Common sense walked away with that sly smile on his face..'Yeah go on man'..'cos u aint gonna listen to me there as well.<br />And then it continued..the journey to nothingness...that black hole...that whore called happiness...You know wht I like abt this space.The abode of the nomad.It is tht one place other than death when I try to break the shackles n not allow life to have the laugh.Meet u when I am<br />back from the materialistic deep shit....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-116197859908019829?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36512313.post-1161645653772173202006-10-23T16:19:00.000-07:002006-11-26T01:12:36.593-08:00Beautiful evenings beside the lake<br /><br />seemed like Heaven which god forsake<br /><br />bitter memories clad in dreams of a better tommorow<br /><br />times when life seems a unbearable foe<br /><br />is it all worth it?<br /><br />is this where i really fit?<br /><br />self doubt...self doubt...<br /><br />life seems to be heading stratight south<br /><br />no harvest without the rains<br /><br />they say no pain no gain<br /><br />fine I say..............<br /><br />I ask Is it a price You really want to pay?<br /><br />Mebbe I lost the appetite to fight<br /><br />Mebbe when the storms came I refused to hold tight..<br /><br />Sometimes it seems so easy to end this self inflicted wound<br /><br />that last trigger... ,my escape boat from this misery island marooned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36512313-116164565377217320?l=abode-of-the-nomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sudhirnoreply@blogger.com2