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Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Pyramid of Pain




The Chariot is heavy
With the God inside

It is raining in my heart
In my soul
My weary legs
Want to give way
And collapse my soul
Into a formless heap

Perhaps someone
May be the God himself
Will resurrect me in His arms
Once the catharsis is complete
Ocean of silent tears is dry
In my mind’s eye

The Pyramid of pain
Built with my own hands
Withers a grain at a time
Into nothingness
Nothing left to desire
And to give up
To be ashamed of
And to be proud
To remember
And to forget

It is raining in my heart
In my soul
My weary legs
Want to give way
And collapse my soul
Into a formless heap

The Chariot is heavy
With the God inside

Monday, July 18, 2011

The Ship of (W)Reck

(The Chronicles of a RECKed Life)

The very first challenge in writing this piece was to find a suitable title. Our journey of five long years was nothing short of a warm-bloodied, Old Monk drenched voyage in which we slay many a Scylla and Charybdis. Our ship forever rocked and rolled on the waves of fear and tides of adulterated fun until we reached the final port of call. It’s a pity that some of our mates chose to be left behind to cavort with sirens on deserted islands en route. Right from the day we fearfully checked-in into the ragging infested campus through to the final semester exams and on-campus placement sessions, it has been a ride to remember. It was a journey during which much innocence was lost and manhood discovered wholly or in part.
This blog post chronicles this wonderful journey, a saga of pain & pleasure, darkness & light and fight & flight. It is an attempt to recreate history collectively.
I invite all mates to contribute to the following folklore topics:
  • The first year/fear/ragging
  • End of innocence/the hunted becomes the hunter
  • The Hostels
  • Hangouts (Apollo/Khoka/3rd Gate/Giru’s jokes/”Birthdays”/credit accounts)
  • Late night life (Teen patti/night shows)
  • Personalities
  • Talents (Sports, music, singing, bathroom singing…)
  • Events
  • Profs
 Please pick a topic and write your heart out under the “Comments” to this post. I will then compile all the pieces and host these as a single story.


Bon voyage!

Monday, July 4, 2011

A Million Searchlights

God
Be fair game
Stop chasing me
With a million searchlights

I want to run
I want to hide
In the comforting dark spaces
Of my soul
My resting places
In my battles
With myself

I will soon
Stare into the Sun
Punch the wind
Take the stage
Basking in your benevolence

For now
Be fair game
Stop chasing me
With a million searchlights

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