Friday, 20 November 2015

Another year, Another birthday

I’m a few hours 
and minutes 
and seconds 
away from adding a year 
to my relatively irrelevant age 
and I contemplate the complexities 
of such a small number. 


Legally an adult, 
but not nearly ready 
to enter the world 
on my own. 

I cannot even fathom  
               braving the hallways of 
               horrendous high school
               supporting myself and 
               being on time for my insurance
               all while balancing a career 

I’m stuck in the middle 
of this whirlwind 
of emotions and numbers 
and candles and time 
and homework and paychecks 
and everything else 
that comes with the titles of
student and teenager 
and adult and employee. 

It’s minutes before
I can blow out the candles
on eighteen 
but I also extinguish another bit
of dependence.

Saturday, 19 September 2015

Ode to Clash Of Clans

Barbarians, and archers, and goblins oh my !
Restless in army camps for the raiding is nigh.
The builders are busy setting up my next plot,
Deciding where the mortar can pull off the best shot.

A chop and a cut, and voila ! More land to use,
Setting up decorations, all cast as a ruse.
I look to my shield, and the icon says “none”,
If I don’t request troops soon I’ll surely be done!
I prepare to attack, but don’t like what I see,
So “next” I press, and hope for a camp that’s easy !
Aha! I exclaim as I find a weak prey,
Gold walls or not, I’ll be claiming victory this day !

Giants come rumbling, to cause some destruction,
Followed by wall breakers to remove all obstruction.
With holes now aplenty, in come the rest of the crew,
To pilfer and plunder and do what they do.
100% !!! And 3 stars the finale,
Plus 35 more trophies to add to my tally.
Mission completed, I set back to my camp,
A smile on my face feeling like a real champ !

The day’s at an end so off goes the phone,
In the middle of the night I hear a familiar tone.
I reach for my ipad and what do I see,
Dammit ! I’ve been raided by PãRāß@pk !!!
With shields now up for the next 16 hours, 
My resources are safe and I can upgrade my towers !
And thus ends the day’s tale of cast spells and flighted arrow,

Don’t worry Clash of clans, I’ll be back tomorrow !!!

Ode to DotA 2

It started with a clever picking
Then the horn of cenarius sounding
Followed by an agile creep-blocking
The start of the beginning

Sk, Lina, Leoric lanes the bottom
A superior lane control no one could ever question
Burrow, Bolt, and array has been thrown
That poor enemy's troll got pawned

And now let's go into the middle lane
Whe're SF and Davion came
In this battle they would have to claim
The elusive exp and gold they can possible gain

The top lane's meepo was quite steady
For his enemies are getting heavy
Fissure and Nova are his enemy
The fearsome combo of deadly harmony

As the ferocious battle goes by
In ganks and clashes, skills fly
Some juke, some escape, and some die
The other team thrashtalks "nice try"

Oh dear meepo tries to solo Roshan
The other heroes try to gangbang
In the woods they find the one
That lone troll farming in wonderland

Sandking immediately winks
Followed by a nimble blink
Burrowstrike makes the troll sink
GG troll as many would think

The the team tries to push
TP-save the opponent used
But meepo breaks the unwanted truce
And tries to squeeze away the juice

They have to kill raigor
Who, in echo slam, has had a great score
But you seeit was only five versus four
Thus it leads the enemy in sore

Alas! the balance has been broken
It's a gg that's nearly spoken
The defenders has fallen
Rax, towers, and the tree are all broken

If only they've warded more
They would've prevented the gank on troll
The other team had a greater score
And they could have a chance to backdoor

Perhaps it was a close call
For a team you wouldn't easily small
Life indeed is like a ball
Just pawned because of the lone troll

Don't worry DotA 2, I'll sacrifice my sleep for playing everyday!

Hush Little Sister!

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you

You're in my arms tonight.

Friday, 21 August 2015


The scariest thing
About letting yourself go
Is letting people know
You're emotional.

And when you cry every night
And wish you would die,
Where are they
Telling you
To hold on,
Stay strong?
No where.
They are no where to be found.
No, they don't make a sound.

So when they come around
In your glory days,
They don't even
Recognize your face.
It's a shame to say
They just want your fame.

But they don't even know
You're emotional.
'Cause you keep it in,
So they don't win.

But when
That one person
Comes along
And sings you
A song,
Let them in
Don't let them
Move on.

Monday, 3 August 2015


Silly me, sitting in a new class,
feeling like a social disaster. 
At the front, there's no one 
to hide behind,
no one who'll turn around 
to ask for a pen.
That first interaction-
a distraction from reclusive habits.
There is a bag and jacket
sitting in the seat behind me.
My writing is all that dares
to converse with me.
It's quiet company
amongst the chatter of my peers
the voices I wish I didn't hear.
When teacher asks our names,
and I stutter to respond
there are whispers in my ears.
Am I the only one?
Who doesn't know a soul-
who couldn't say hello, 
when that girl's smile showed?
It's not a place I'd call home,
so I keep my nose in the chicken-scratch-
reading the syllabus
silly me, in a new class,
whispering social disaster out loud.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

The Sour Grapes

My class 12th boards. The biggest lie ever advertised. 3 years, 3 BLOODY years I was told lies.
"10th and 11th are building blocks for 12th."
"Everybody does good in boards."
"Boards decide your future!" *insert random smirk because girls find it sexy*
I have a love for books that share their knowledge with me. It's strange, but I'd prefer an Encyclopedia over a novel any given day. Facts interest me. Science *used* to interest me before I was taught REAL science in school, real being the keyword.
"Light is made of particles." Can't really eat 'em up. Don't care. I'm hungry.
"SOCl2 converts Alcohol to Alkyl Halide." Can't eat 'em up either. Don't care. Still hungry.
The science I was taught in my school really isn’t worthy of being called science.  Science is practice. Science is method. Science is thought. All I was taught was how to memorize textbooks.
Without further ado, let's talk about my Practical Exams, shall we.

I got the task of calculating focal length of a convex lens. Tough task for someone who hasn't ever entered the laboratory eh. My lab assistant came up and removed the parallax for me. HE DID MY PRACTICAL FOR ME. If anyone wants a concise proof of a person's laziness, contact me. I got my practical file checked 2 minutes before the viva. THE VIVA. 2 MINUTES. My partner and I went up for the viva in a rush, intimidated by the examiner’s daunting expression. The external examiner calmly smiled at us and asked us about our projects. I had rattofied near about everything so it was easy. The calm before the storm, eh? It took her a moment to realise my knowledge of semiconductors was weak and bam, barrage of questions related to semiconductors. I wish I could say that my viva went pathetic, but I'd just be understating it greatly.
Scored 30/30 in the physics practical. Surprise surprise.

“Calculate the percentage purity of a sample of 3.5 g/L KMnO4.” I gladly set to work knowing that I'd at least be able to do this much.
"Beta value 26 se 26.5 ke beech me aani chahie. Sahi likhna.", I hear the lab assistant whispering in my ear. Dumbfounded, I turn around to look at the examiner. TEA AND BISCUITS. The guy's gorging on food, and here we're being told all the answers. BRIBERY?
"Salt No. C-14 is Ammonium Acetate and Magnesium Sulphate." Well thank you for that vital piece of information sir. Now I officially have nothing to do in my practical. What about the viva, you ask? I'm not ashamed to admit chemistry's not my cup of tea. I stumble with my answers and well IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE TO ME. The war commences. I have the same partner as before, but he has more knowledge of chemistry than me. After a series of questions, the examiner can easily tell I'm not a chemical fanatic, as my mates like to put it. (rhymes with kinetics yeah lame sue them I don't care.)

He asks me which chapter I’d like him to quiz me on. Me being the reproachable jerk I am, calmly answer that Chemistry is my weak subject. The guy smirks and asks me to name my favourite subject. I say Computer Science.
"Write a program to calculate the square of a number."
SERIOUSLY? Asking me CS questions in a chemistry practical? Upar se itna “TOUGH” question?
I write down the code, and he asks both of us to leave. We solemnly get up and rush out, sad that our chemistry viva got ruined too.
Scored 30/30. Surprise surprise.

"Choose any 1 question out of the 3 you've been given and code it out."
....We have a choice?
Fine, if that's how it works out. I pick the toughest of the lot, just because bored and I had already been assured I would be given 100/100. Being in the school’s counter-strike has it’s own perks. It takes me an hour of the 3 hour long practical to complete my questions and I go to the computer lab to play Hearts and Picture Puzzle (Sadly someone deleted Counter-Strike). An hour later, I'm called in with my friends Aditya and Rohan for the viva.

Examiner : Hello.
The three of us in unison : Good morning ma'am.
Examiner : I've heard a lot about the 3 of you. Would you like to share something?
Rohan : Well ma'am we would like the practical first. Please ask questions related to the program.  We'll tell you of our achievements later.
Examiner : Well I'd like to hear them now.
Me : Well ma'am we have.. *skips 10 minutes of show off* and yeah, we're rank 1.
Examiner : That's really amazing! Show me your project?
*guide her over to the PC*
Examiner : Well that's just.. Amazing. Well done. Do any one of you have an interest in robotics?
Aditya : Yes ma'am, I'm the robotics' club VP and I went to a national level competition last month held in BITM.
Examiner : That's nice to hear. What's your name and Index number?
Me, Aditya & Rohan : Well here it is. ....
Examiner : Your parents must be proud of you. Well I wish you luck for your future. You may leave now.
15 MINUTES of viva, and not 1 question related to CS was asked. Heck, I even coded in my chemistry practical. How is this even logical.
Scored 100/100. Wonders of the world.

 I was given free marks. Why am I complaining? I’m not. It’s just that the system makes me sad. Just because I had a good impression with the teachers, I was given marks. Students more deserving than me went on to score 25/30 just because they’re not on good terms with the teachers or are incapable of collecting answers from neighbors. The grapes taste sour. I’m not happy.


[Thanks to Sanjam & Aditya for a part of the content.]