A matched pair in many ways

A long hiatus needs to be ended ... and I shall take the easy route on this choice:
Search Sent mail.... ..... Ctrl C .... Ctrl V

Happy Father's Day Dad:

They come in tiny and so small
needing your sheltering arms
learning to stand and to crawl
protected from all harms

Shoulders to carry around all day
ever a growing load
teaching things along the way
all the world has to behold

Those same arms to push around
in narrow passage ways
as did we fight and pound
every memory etched stays

All those cool little tricks
small things around the house
torchlights, toys and toothpicks
and how to catch a mouse

What I learnt from looking over
your shoulder, to this day
broken tv or leaking shower
I only do it your way!!

I know its not easy to learn
or for you to see me as grown
for to do it myself I did yearn
as you moulded me into your own



Happy Mother's Day Mom:


They say all sons are momma's boys
and that I've never understood:
Its the daddys that buy them toys
& both make sure they turn out good!

But a mother's love is to hold them close
and always give a patient hear
even amidst all the daily chores
taking time to wipe away the tear

A hand to hold to cross the street
and go swinging through the marketplace
not a care but the carry of happy feet
childhoods glory with me stays

And when time is scarce and I am pressed
and tense decisions and deadlines await
who do I call when I feel most stressed
to get up and out of that dire strait?

Not a scrape is too small to ignore
and the worry shows in your face
not a single school tale ever a bore
well I think Ive beaten my own case

Forget about just you or me,
How could we all not be our mom's kids
For thats the smiling face we see
each time we close our eyelids :)

Re-invention?

If discovery is the unveiling of something pre-existing but unknown and invention the mortal "creation" of something new, does re-invention truly qualify as anything noteworthy? The cliched catchphrase that advertising gurus have repeatedly shoved down the throats of the unsuspecting public seems to be more a glam cover-up for something that went wrong the first time. But then, havent we really become the society of second chances?
Human fraility has become so widely accepted that instead of a continnual striving for perfection, we seem resigned to expecting to go wrong multiple times before finally getting it right. Why is it then that we still expect praise for simply endeavouring at a correction of mistakes? Guess its just that all labors need a gentle nudge of acclaim to be the cherry on top that allows us to move on the greater things.
The whole idea of re-invention though came from the seemingly unenviable task that all election managers and spin doctors seem to take up- the creation of a persona whose sole purpose is to please the public, placate the press and promise providence while plying politics. It is indeed a surprise that there is a vestigeal individuality left behind of the candidate once he has passed through the ringer.
On a more personal level, i am curious as to whether it is possible to re-invent oneself? are changes in personality achievable and if so how drastic can they be .. and will those who remain constants in ones life ever accept such transformations or is the only alternative to walk through life with some people always looking at you like the larva though you have transformed into a butterfly? (figuratively of course!)

Lonely walker

I wake, I lie, I stumble and crawl
I hear the need of the clarion call
The first push and the path is shone
And then on out I walk alone.

A winding road that stretches out
So I sharpen wit and skills do hone
Strengthen will and rid all doubt
And keep on walking all alone.

I see other walkers pass on by
Treading their own calls of choice
Sometimes I let my thoughts just lie
Sometimes I choose to give them voice

The passion drives me forward still
A burning hunger from deep within
Each step forward a further thrill
Reaching forth for that elusive win

There is but one to satisfy
And he is too damn hard to please
It is his rare smile for which I vie
For the frown has a worrying crease

For perfection is worth the try
But all I have is one short lease
The goals set may be lofty high
But shall not bring me to my knees

I am him and he is me
All the same yet separate too
Rosy glasses through which to see
For a grayscale world a colorful hue

Bubble boy in bubble world
Just beware the needles hurled
Be not dejected nor forlorn
Just raise your head … just walk on!

999

wings of glory, wings of fire
fly, fly, fly O fly on higher
bring the rush nay bring the pain
bathe in blood then wash in rain
come down hard on the pitiful weak
glare down on in deep disdain

wings of glory, wings of fire
fly, fly, fly O fly on higher
When they dare you give them mirth
flames of passion warm the hearth
run them down into the ground
the meek shall ne'er inherit the earth

wings of glory, wings of fire
fly, fly, fly O fly on higher
unleash the blazing hounds of hell
comes the calling of the reapers knell
when the dust does cloud the skies
it is thy tale that the ravens tell

wings of glory, wings of fire
fly, fly, fly O fly on higher
black be the night but darker deeds
strong emotion but darkness breeds
thoughts race on and bodies follow
as fumes fuel the headless steeds

wings of glory, wings of fire
fly, fly, fly O fly on higher
lucifer smiles and wears his crown
a smile is but a turned up frown
the vanquished squint up to the glare
and see the demons number staring down!

Deep thoughts - simple answers!

Life is a journey of discovery
and I walk on in wide eyed wonderment.

Spend a little time to stop and stare,
a little more to love and care,
dally a little to give and share,
and just a bit to do and dare.

Sample and taste, pick and choose
for there is nothing for you to lose!

The clothes do maketh the man

Well - this post was inspired off a certain open ended statement I happened to post about trying to suit up for a corporate life style. Multiple unsolicited comments later, I came to realize that most people think I would never want to bind myself in the shackles of required dress codes.... hmmm... which also leads me to believe that the two available stereotypes I am probably pigeonholed under then are either lackadaisical absent-minded geek or granola eating tree-hugger. Having enough trust in people making good calls, I decide that is not a line of thought I want to take and instead focus in on the attire part.
Guess most of us are familiar with the oft-told tales of the Emperor's new clothes as well as a certain story attributed to Easwar chandra vidyasagar. I guess first impressions lasting so long is reason enough to alter them and "mislead" people into a portrayal they want to see irrespective of how quickly one wants to revert back to old habits when not under a focused examination! ... somewhere down that train, I also realize that "You clean up very well indeed" is an expression that is sooooo much more of a veiled insult than a compliment on ones Sunday best!

Bubble boy in needle world

No - for all the Seinfeld fanatics out there, I do not refer to a certai politically incorrect episode ;)
I refer instead to those few who walk on the clouds on a daily basis - no roots in practicality and non- chalant about it. I have been accused of being in that group way too often for me to not say something in a completely unasked for defense of the stereotype.
The rose tinted glasses, the thin easy ever present smile, the ever present hope and the repeated repressal of social pessimism. You couldn't not be a dreamy optimist to take frequent dissappointment in that gay springy stride and not lose a beat on the step.
I guess I do want these few to really achieve their hearts desires partly because I beleve in breaks and partly because I want to see what a oil sweetner can do to a person who manages satisfaction even in lean times.
Also, considering the seemingly increasing cynicism in the world today I guess we could all do with a few more people who remind us everything is OK. Don't know where I belong, but I sure would like it - would be an adjective used with pride in my book!

iMAN

Here is to a brand new beginning to writing posts that are more than a vented catharsis of emotions and more of a representation of my own personal microcosm. Soooo I recently acquired the gadget that's Steve jobs latest offering to a cultural change. I do not think macbook air can make that claim and I do not think the blackberry did enough- the iPhone though does offer a truly representative extension to todays yuppie -a blend of functionality, chic, performance and the ubiquitous apple deliverance of on the go. A new convert to the apple way of thinking, I must say that the famaticism is defenitely absent, but the promise is exciting.
Am yet to try out Loopt with friends when clandestine though, a promise I haven't been able to fulfill yet