Who am I to this world?

I happen to be an ugly gentlemen; I am being noticed at least by half a million people.

Should I call myself a man of ultimate fame?

I wake up with little dream than what others have for their day;

I ask little less than what others ask for a day.

I do little less than what others do in a day;

I get little less than what others get in a day.

I was walking in the north-west corridor of ‘Koyambedu’ which happens to be one of the biggest vegetables and fruits market in India. It was gloomy and it was becoming dark. Sometime later it started pouring from the sky. I rushed seeking for shelter. On my way I metaphorically rammed over a guy who appeared to be sleeping. The place was messy; the ground was covered by the carpet of vegetable wastes over which I was standing. Shops behind were lit up, they were glowing under the modified bud shaped glass which was translucent and was serving as a home for the bright glowing wire filament. I looked at the man who was down even after it started pouring. I saw few people enjoying the rain by putting their hands out by standing inside the shade. It was a happy moment for the crowd who were budding along the edges of market corridors. Few had frowned face. I managed catching an auto and reached the nearby railway station.

I am a beggar; I was standing in the railway station. I witnessed many people sitting or standing in the railway station; few were sleeping. I saw an ugly looking gentleman, smart looking maniac, handful of beautiful girls, and few middle aged woman and plenty of ordinary looking people. Of these, people earn irrespective of how they look and what they do and few are care of platforms, few fill excel sheets and earn more than an engineer.

Aim of these gentle men and women were the same, to entrain the train, irrespective of caste, creed, colour, wealth, nationality and reach their destinations. In the middle where did this one letter come from? This word describes the puffed up feeling of one’s pride. It is hard for a person to tame that feel.

We came into existence as a baby which had nothing, and knew nothing. We die knowing something which is literally nothing and we had something which we are not taking. We travel from birth to death which is our destination. Here, where did this ‘I’ come from? Where did selfishness, ego, hatred, possessiveness, oppressiveness, and obsessive nature comes from?

Every human should possess all these to an extent; more of these will make you inhuman by words, actions and deeds, which will disrupt the venal form of yours one day or the other.

I am yet another prosperous beggar, craving for money in anticipation toward rewards and appraisal in the corporate world.

I have this ‘I’ feeling as what others have and I am trying to tame the same.

Subject Idea by Krishna Prasad

I was leaning right in front of her over a pole, air in between really separated us. I feel really glad to write about my dear Ms. Lollipop.

I never watched you blurting, screaming, or laughing on the day you were licking your lollipop with a little smile. I have seen so many kids licking lollipop but what I witnessed it now after 23 years of my existence in this planet, it is a visual treat.

On my first sight you were a girl with loads of attitude other than a lollipop in your possession and I thought you were a big time show off!! I had many things in my bag of opinions. I used to see you almost daily at the railway station but still wouldn’t talk to you and after three days of same monotonous reactions from your side, I just walked towards you. Even then things didn’t go well. I hope you can understand what I’ve meant Lolly! I’ll also never forget that. Both of us didn’t have good opinion on each other, not even a kind of pretty good as, I was constantly interrupting you while you were infesting your cheeks with the saliva laden lollipop that you licked for hours or at least you seem that way. You didn’t want me to be around you I guess. Our opinions were taunting our own brain or at least it happened for me [:D]. A week went by and the happenings ticked the clock faster. One fine day I was standing in formals as always, I came to know something from the mystical smile of yours which would literally blow off million candles if they were around. You came into realization that I was not all ‘THAT’ bad… Umm!

So many sweet, sexy, beautiful, ugly girls go past me in the railway station. But you were a debonair of a class, relatively calm, and gentle. The SWEETEST girl with the mystical eyes who pierces my heart every night.

I once thought I would make you realize one day that I am worth every bit for you. It shouldn’t just be the “happy go lucky” nature, we saw each other every day but I don’t know whether your stunningly sculptured sexy figure stays in my mind and the haunting eyes of yours Ahh! God! Just can’t imagine. So, I decided to take a snap of yours and I did that with ease as I had a Tele lens.

One day I came with all the glee on my face to see you but that morning everything changed I was not able to see you and I heard from someone that you won’t be here…. As long as the minute hand and hour hand in the clock ticks, as long as sun rises and sets, changes happen.

People change their boarding point, as their destination change. I hope I see you some day. But some bonds last forever.

I won’t be able to see you in the railway station again as the advertisement board have been removed.

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This is a beautiful article…

The woman in your life…very well expressed…

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.
Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as
you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your
Sister haven’t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook
food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn’t want to; and is learning just like you are as
to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won’t like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won’t, simply
Because you won’t like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,
relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some
and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house – your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly – your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this……

Please appreciate “HER”
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Please girls… don’t glee!

Do you know about guys?

Tomorrow you might get a working man if you are a woman who is not looking for a lesbian partner, but you should marry him without doubting these facts.

Here is a guy, who has seen girls when he was in kinder garden or probably till his 6th grade. He had no intentions of hiring them or to covet them when he was in school. He saw a girl as yet another female in his class.

In the later part of his school age he had been certainly an open minded, playful, joyous, friendly, carefree person till he had seen a super gorgeous female with a slender figure in an appealing form. The retina in the eyes of the beholder innately expects a girl to satisfy and support him by having rapport with him.

When the expectations were not met or partially met, he got scoffed by his fellow friends who would have had at least a girl by their side. He became a yet another bachelor who was longing for a female by his side.

Is this guy desperate? Or is this guy made desperate by susceptible handling by society? Or is he badly misinterpreted to be desperate by the maniacs of classic women hood?

He is well educated as what you are;
He shows off the feel which you hide.

He gets into the job by showing his professional, managerial, technical, analytical and conversational skills;
Unlike few of yours who get through by deceiving the HR’s in an illusory phase,
Mishandled by few moron admirers (HR’s) who believe in the phrase “All that glitters are gold”.

He earns the same as what you earn;
Keep aside all your mourns.

He has never entered into the kitchen but only dining rooms;
But he can always manage himself without a woman with broom.
Unlike you, good for boiling water in a conspicuous way,
Whomp! All that he asks you is to get accustomed for a new venture in his kitchen.

He loves his parents as you love yours;
Come let’s live together without any spears.
He is one, who has bravely agreed to live with you,
Kindly sacrifice your flamboyance and pave your way.

He is a normal human being who had girl friends, sisters, brothers and friends;
Whom he knows way before you came.
Adapt to it by keeping your irresistible jealousy and possessiveness away,
Try to mingle without a wiggle; a giggle at times will help you to doodle a way.

You might be an expert in dandia or barathnatyam;
Give due respect to his expertise in salsa and hip-hop.

He has dreams and aspirations as what you have;
Understand the simple innocent soul, for what he craves.

He respects the relationship as you are his eternal partner for this life,
It would become a grand success only if you are a trustworthy and a helpful wife.

He wants few things from you, your support, your understanding, and adjustment to an extent.
Sacrifice your ego; do not show attitude, shower love and affection.

Please appreciate “HIM” if plausible build a temple too…

NOTE: First part was written by some funny female; Which came in an e-mail.

Second part was written by me.

In the mornings of school days;

Each minute was sweeter than before,

As you come late to your primary grades;

With a remarkable pony on the sides of your blissful face.

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My sister! My sweet sister!

Now that our evening plays are done,

Feel the warmth; come forth and feel the sun.

___

My sister! My sweet sister!

I rode my cycle till I felt you in the air;

On seeing you I left the cycle in despair.

We played together with sublime happiness,

I remember you me and malsi playing till the dusk.

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Then come, my Sister! Come play;

Let your hands engage in recreation at my place;

Come play Mario and duck hunt; few of your favourite games.

I won’t confiscate the joy stick you hold; I’ll snuggle close and watch you play.

___

I went to a new place one fine day;

Since then we never spoke for half a decade I guess.

In the corridor of life we came together once again;

You were clad in the most beautiful, flowing silky reddish-maroon uniform.

___

Some silent laws our heart made; we came together in a good pace.

Emotions got flooded, affection showered; relationship bloomed celestially.

Our hearts framed and measured by our souls.

___

One fine day you became a crack jack,

I saw you in another world; which was suicidal-suicidal as the play days are over,

You have changed at my sight; I couldn’t believe what I am seeing through my eyes,

You are losing your mind; and I don’t think what you are doing is clever.

___

Thou don’t know the profundity involved in the act of yours,

Consciously or unconsciously thou have indulged thyself in a hasty pace,

It remarkably distinguishes what thou were and what thou are.

I am consciously upset for what thee have done.

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Thou lovest is not sin but being a realist is clever at times.

My dear sister! My cute dear sister!

I don’t know how long I’ll be around; If I am I’ll do good.

My sister! My sweet sister! Take care.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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In between sea and sea is where we were born,
Both in land and sea we grow.
In between the rich and poor we live,
In between known and incognitos we crawl,
In between A.M. and P.M. we walk.

In between wines we dine,
In between agony and ecstasy we sleep,
In between peace and vendetta we march,
In between pride and humility we become numb.

In between day and night we lead life,
By going between the legs we create life.
Birth, life and death have become famous metaphors,
Weddings, funerals and births have become nothing but a melodrama.

In between bliss and melancholy we think,
In between hell and heaven we dwindle,
Hope, fate, luck and duck cast a dance in shadows of one’s life.
Awe of waves engulfing us is so gallant,
In between myth and non-fiction world we play our role.

In between land and land is where we fish,
In between sea and sea is where we die.