First toddles..

I have come across many beautiful creations in poetry till today. Few have made an everlasting impression on the "unreal, dreaming" half of my mind. I wish to sediment my delight of 'seeing' those few poems on this blog. I will do that in my subsequent posts. They have inspired me to try my hand at writing. I usually write in Kannada, the only language I am somewhat familiar with. I have tried to write in English also, but I have failed to come anywhere near the word "poetry". Nevertheless, I still keep writing in all the three languages I know. Here is one attempt in English, penned last year. Here it goes:


With a smile, to this place you come,
Or with a tear rolling down your cheek;
Through a door behind, without your notice,
And some distance tread when I entice;
You can prove to be brave or just as meek.

You've stopped, as you did before you do now,
And look to your left and right, you ought to stay;
Wise you are, the weight of yester tear if you know,
Or equally blinded by the smile, as stuck in snow;
With you is your wisdom alone; still you can stray.

Again the doors stare right in front;
Pause for a while and listen, it's My voice,
"Make a choice!" and you say what you want,
You have been making choices every moment;
No pause, the most awaited now is your choice!

Simple joys...

I found this poem on "poetry.com" . Speaks of the simple joys in life that die unnoticed. A real nice poem. Here it goes :

Life's greatest joys are free of cost,
Returning things we thought were lost.
Storms that rumble,clouds that rain,
Making the worlds look new again.
Stars that twinkle in inky skies,
Waves that rise only to die.
Rains that lash on window panes,
Memories that search familiar lanes.
When birds do trill in songs that lilt,
To laze around with little guilt.
And lie in bed on Sunday morns,
Watching the Sun till it's gone.
Life unfolds bundles of joy,
A glass of wine,a book to enjoy.
These pass us by without a thought,
So be content with what you've got.

Me and Matrubhoomi...

The rain has finally stopped! 'Sunny Chennai days' are back. Madras and the Sun are two eternal lovers. They cannot be separated. The rain tried to add a tinge of aroma to the air and tried to sing a song for them, but was kicked out rightaway! "Stare ye Sun, into the eyes of Madras, thy love is the purest, and no rain shall do you part!" And so continues the story of a Miss Madras and Mr. Sun, epitomising the eternity of love.

Well, time to get down to Earth and look at much smaller scales. My life is not as big as a Sun, who can afford a girlfriend as Madras. Madrasss.....man isn't she hot?!. No flying in the skies again Murali! Now I seriously need to get down to Earth. I was going through the blog articles authored by my dear friend Aravind. Inspiring and motivating, I should say. They made me think. Kudos Aravind! Another article by his friend, Abhilash on the movie Swades is a must read. Thinking about enterpreneurship, which definitely is a road less travelled, I feel that is where I am heading towards too. "The road less travelled": to remind me again that it takes a steel heart to tread a path that is not known, and the only motivation is the goal that my dreams are weaving. Am I really prepared? I don't know. The purpose is definitely there. India needs men.
I happened to attend a talk by Mr. Narayanamurthy; one of the best talks I have attended so far. He plainly posed the problem to us. Is India ready to employ an odd-hundred million people in the next 15 years? Can India generate jobs for a huge population that is increasingly becoming literate? How do we tap this enormous potential? Unemployment may lead to riots. The strength of the youth may as well pull the nation down, when it fails to feed itself. On the other hand, meaningful exploitation of such enormous human resource may take the nation to heights. The choice is before us. The task on hand is enormous. We need men. And again, we need not be another America on Earth. The concept of India is unique. We can be a model ourselves, rather than 'be like an already existing model'.
To say honestly, my mind is not sufficiently ignited to take on such a challenge. My present responsibilities occupy higher priorities. But, I think I will have my role. Honestly again, the money and fame that successful entrepreneurship may bring to me in future does not motivate me. I only desire for a role and I will choose that role. We all have roles to play. The picture in my mind is presently vague. And also the feeling that I have rarely taken things to their deserved destinations makes me think I am not equipped enough. I am still a daydreamer. I think I still think like I used to when I was a kid, the fun-loving daydreamer kind. Maybe I should give my watch some more time before I start thinking like a man. I am sure my urge to work for a better society will bring out the best in me.

Truly, how fascinating is the thought of an India in 2025; developed and completely self-sufficient, the picture of bells ringing in temples and Madrasis still wearing lungis! An India that has not changed culturally. Don't know about the rest of India, but Madrasi women shall always crave for jewellery and Rajnikanth shall always drive Tams crazy, with his inimitable "Baba-level" stunts even at age 90!

There is something that defines us, folks. And there is something that binds us two, 'We and our Matrubhoomi'.

It rains from the heaven...indeed!

After a rather long gap, here comes my next blog entry. The quizzes are over but that does not make any difference to the 2 B.Tech CS community here. With the dust on many assignments still waiting to be touched, the stack is only building with push operations and no popping. And just a month remains to reach the BoS (Bottom of Stack). Let me stop lamenting on my state of existence, lest I might feel dejected in life which will obviously lead to my giving up on the idea of writing this blog. So I continue. Another spark of optimism from me for the world to see...

I am feeling very happy today. I am feeling new, I am feeling fresh. It is raining outside and it is raining joy inside. It really feels like heaven when it rains in IIT Madras. Cycling back from the CRC on such dim and green afternoon, with tiny milligrams of water kissing my face every millisecond, I found what a metaphor a lazy drizzle is of joy. And the lovely tar roads inside the campus shining like a smiling face, sporting the widest smile; such a masculine smile. The freshness of the air speaks. The same daily 5 minutes ride to the hostel was a musical experience today. There is so much romance in the air. Indeed, how can freshness not be romantic? The trees look like they have shampooed. In the rear of the hostel, as I look from the window, I see the L&T machines still working, rotating rather slowly, making a snoring noise against the backdrop music of a lazy drizzle. There is so much laziness. There is so much beauty. Indeed to be lazy is to be beautiful. The rain has cleaned the dust on "my" window panes, and light now does pass through these glass panes more brightly. Indeed it rains from the heaven...

How does a guitar feel when her strings are caressed by a mad romantic? Should feel like I am doing right now. "Ellellu sangeethave..." "There is music everywhere..."