Puzzle
[Inspired by "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script]
I went back to the school that you and I had been
Just to play back the smile you threw at me it seemed
There were lots of kids playing harp and fiddle
Where do I find you again and solve this riddle
You took a minute or two and you wrote this note
I know I didn't get it when I saw it as a teen
I took my time to grow up and read it again
Now I want to meet you and let me explain
May be I will meet you when I don't expect
And grab a chance to clarify what I suspect
It's finally a thing that I could solve it now
May be it's more for me than for you somehow
Aug 6, 2009
Aug 5, 2009
Google Search
The years have passed
I believe I am grown up now
But the child in me
Has taken me back to school again
I see your pigtails and your smile
Half your teeth missing, I see you hissing
The child in me is back often
Won't you come back and meet me again
You can tell me, where I can find you
All I have is a thought that reminds you
Are you alive on an internet search
Can't wait to find you
Half your teeth missing, I see you hissing
The years have passed
I believe I am grown up now
But the child in me
Has taken me back to school again
I see your pigtails and your smile
Half your teeth missing, I see you hissing
The child in me is back often
Won't you come back and meet me again
You can tell me, where I can find you
All I have is a thought that reminds you
Are you alive on an internet search
Can't wait to find you
Half your teeth missing, I see you hissing
Are you sixty now?
Aug 4, 2009
Dear MJ...
It must have been a moment we have not known
Meeting you in our lives was always fun
We thought about eternity
Thought we've seen it in reality
What made you leave us alone
Where do we find you when we are down
Won't you come back to us
Will your shadow cast upon us
We may miss you for good
You won't be in our neighborhood
Will there ever be a man like you
Who touched upon - that anyone could
Will you ever...
[Inspired by "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat]
Will you ever be my side
After you have been in my dream for a while
Can I ever feel your warmth anytime
After you ran with me for a mile
Can I ever hold your hand
When you choose to call me and be my friend
Will you ever walk with me
Wherever you go and choose to sing with me
I must have done something good
To be with you in every mood
Will you ever choose to be with me
To sample a taste of your care with me
[Inspired by "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat]
Will you ever be my side
After you have been in my dream for a while
Can I ever feel your warmth anytime
After you ran with me for a mile
Can I ever hold your hand
When you choose to call me and be my friend
Will you ever walk with me
Wherever you go and choose to sing with me
I must have done something good
To be with you in every mood
Will you ever choose to be with me
To sample a taste of your care with me
Jul 1, 2009
Jun 23, 2009
Ray
It's six in the morning in my bedroom
The sunray of summer trying to illuminate
It's about time to draw the curtains
And let the light redefine the fate
As it carries the energy I need
Just in time as a welcome
I tend to focus on the matters
That sometimes I need to overcome
Never would I desire to walk in my life
Alone in the dark, sometimes in fear
That one single ray which walked by today
Is the one all I need to begin a new day.
It's six in the morning in my bedroom
The sunray of summer trying to illuminate
It's about time to draw the curtains
And let the light redefine the fate
As it carries the energy I need
Just in time as a welcome
I tend to focus on the matters
That sometimes I need to overcome
Never would I desire to walk in my life
Alone in the dark, sometimes in fear
That one single ray which walked by today
Is the one all I need to begin a new day.
Jun 15, 2009
Jun 13, 2009
Truth and Responsibility
The combination of being able to express a chemical reaction in formulas and the instant
gratification of watching it in the chemistry lab always caught special attention among
them the high school students. The sheer strength of a strong acid or aqua regia being
able to eat away your coppers in seconds was magical and musical. It was almost a love
at first sight at this site. The opportunity to stand in front of a bunsen burner, beakers
and the sleight of hand with pipette - all those have empowered them to play with the
contents and generate innumberable combinations of smells, sounds, colors and joy.
During one of those afternoons Josh and Mark two - ninth graders were itching out of curiosity
to see what reaction would dropping a penny and a nickel into the acid mixes would have was
inviting them towards the act. Sensing their intent a few other buddies have
circled them to see what the next scene of this episode would be. Afterall this was going to be
free entertainment. The dynamic duo felt like stars and started their performance. Josh dropped
a copper and Mark a nickel into the acid mix. Fortunately and fascinatingly there wasn't any
dangerous reaction other than some strong green fumes oozing out with a smell that permeated
the lab and the instructor's nostrils. Like the birds that heard a gun shot the people around Josh
and Mark disappeared instantly. George who has been teaching teenagers Chemistry instantly
reacted like his training and experience had demanded.
Trying to control his anger and disappointment he walked towards the boys to enquire who was
it that caused this and what was it that they had done to cause the chemical reaction. Mark was
an extremely good natured kid who never got into trouble but unfortunately this time around he
came under a spell of rare temptation of trying out an unknown chemical test. Interestingly
Josh was equally good natured kid but was foolishly adventurous time to time. As George
was approaching them with Mark alone next to him and the rest of the cheerleaders having left
the scene Josh went into quick thinking. As usual he relied on his instincts to answer knowing
what George would be asking. Knowing the extreme good nature and meek personality of Mark,
Josh decided to take the entire blame on himself and so he did. He daringly admitted to George
that he had dropped in the two coins into the unknown acid mix to see what it would genereate.
Now he knew it got both the lab and George fuming. But George instantly also appreciated
the honesty and remarked to Josh that next time he thinks of doing something that he would
rather take the instructor's permission before he ran an experiment especially something that he
is not fully aware of.
Josh agreed and asked George immediately if he could try the same one more time.
George replied "No!"
The rest of the students laughed except for Mark.
Mark was quiet and thankful.
Josh winked at Mark.
The combination of being able to express a chemical reaction in formulas and the instant
gratification of watching it in the chemistry lab always caught special attention among
them the high school students. The sheer strength of a strong acid or aqua regia being
able to eat away your coppers in seconds was magical and musical. It was almost a love
at first sight at this site. The opportunity to stand in front of a bunsen burner, beakers
and the sleight of hand with pipette - all those have empowered them to play with the
contents and generate innumberable combinations of smells, sounds, colors and joy.
During one of those afternoons Josh and Mark two - ninth graders were itching out of curiosity
to see what reaction would dropping a penny and a nickel into the acid mixes would have was
inviting them towards the act. Sensing their intent a few other buddies have
circled them to see what the next scene of this episode would be. Afterall this was going to be
free entertainment. The dynamic duo felt like stars and started their performance. Josh dropped
a copper and Mark a nickel into the acid mix. Fortunately and fascinatingly there wasn't any
dangerous reaction other than some strong green fumes oozing out with a smell that permeated
the lab and the instructor's nostrils. Like the birds that heard a gun shot the people around Josh
and Mark disappeared instantly. George who has been teaching teenagers Chemistry instantly
reacted like his training and experience had demanded.
Trying to control his anger and disappointment he walked towards the boys to enquire who was
it that caused this and what was it that they had done to cause the chemical reaction. Mark was
an extremely good natured kid who never got into trouble but unfortunately this time around he
came under a spell of rare temptation of trying out an unknown chemical test. Interestingly
Josh was equally good natured kid but was foolishly adventurous time to time. As George
was approaching them with Mark alone next to him and the rest of the cheerleaders having left
the scene Josh went into quick thinking. As usual he relied on his instincts to answer knowing
what George would be asking. Knowing the extreme good nature and meek personality of Mark,
Josh decided to take the entire blame on himself and so he did. He daringly admitted to George
that he had dropped in the two coins into the unknown acid mix to see what it would genereate.
Now he knew it got both the lab and George fuming. But George instantly also appreciated
the honesty and remarked to Josh that next time he thinks of doing something that he would
rather take the instructor's permission before he ran an experiment especially something that he
is not fully aware of.
Josh agreed and asked George immediately if he could try the same one more time.
George replied "No!"
The rest of the students laughed except for Mark.
Mark was quiet and thankful.
Josh winked at Mark.
Jun 11, 2009
Jun 8, 2009
Jun 7, 2009
Jun 2, 2009
May 31, 2009
May 20, 2009
May 19, 2009
Mother
There was once a woman who taught me how to be loved
So when someone meets me they know what to follow.
There was once this woman who guided me to be a man
So when someone greets me they know who to follow.
There was once this woman who made me a human
So when someone knows me they know why to follow.
I am yet to be there...
There was once a woman who taught me how to be loved
So when someone meets me they know what to follow.
There was once this woman who guided me to be a man
So when someone greets me they know who to follow.
There was once this woman who made me a human
So when someone knows me they know why to follow.
I am yet to be there...
Self-Epitaph
I would like to thank you for coming this far to see me
However I am not sure if you will find anything new in me that you have not found all these years
I have always said and meant sincerely "Please welcome to my place"
You will notice I haven't changed much
Please don't forget to take your shoes off before you enter.
May 18, 2009
I am not like like my neighbors
It is scary growing up diffident when you hear your neighboring kids speak fluently the language that's well spoken by adults. The language of the learned, the medium of the newspapers and the tongue that flows in the schools and the offices. How could people master the intricate structure of the English language and remember to deliver it as needed without any hesitation - especially when their native speak is not English like in my case and in their case as well. It is not only
scary but also difficult to conceive such an impressive display of linguistic talent especially when you are only eight summers old like I am.
My parents carried a conservative background implying they would insist on learning more and displaying less unlike the new neighbors who have just moved in right across our street. I have been feeling quite puny as I have been secretly watching them from my window almost everyday after my school. Three giant kids a teenage boy and his two older sisters, all must have been in late teens. It is both exhilarting and intimidating to see them walking, running and howling in English. If ever the characters I read about in the comic books came alive I knew it they were my brand new neighbors now. Their great white Alsatian dog fit in with them and even it seemed to be barking in English. It was even hardly eight.
Getting to know your neighbors when you just moved in takes extra effort. That explains why these (big!) kids were trying to get to know me.
"Hi There! I am Kiran. What's your name like?".
"Bunnykins"
"Which school you go to? Like what grade are you in?"
"Stephens Elementary."
It was confusing to me how to answer two questions either at the same time or one after the other even if it meant one or two word answers each. My language skills never constituted complete sentences. They were hardly even incomplete. They were mere answers - words that conveyed all if you had asked me then. Besides being scared of speaking acceptable English in full
sentences what is it that the answers did not convey that unadulterated sentences would have. It wasn't until then that I have realized it meant confidence and higher public image - at least in the neighborhood I grew up.
"So, what do your parents do for a living like? Where do they work like?"
I replied in my native language which was different from English but not in English - in complete and correct sentences of course. I sensed a flash of mocking smile cross my neighbors' faces followed by beams of sympathy for me in their eyes. They were talking away to a 'backward' neighboring kid who hardly spoke 'like' in English and was a bundle of nervous bones wrapped in native speak. That must have boosted their confidence of not only fitting into the neighborhood but also feeling undeclared leaders.
It was obvious they were farily aggressive and entreprenual in nature. Within a month or two of their arrival into the neighborhood they had purchased a buffalo that is a common source of plenty of fresh milk every morning. Cattle raisers typically owned a big herd that gave several dozens of litres of milk every morning which they would sell for a living in the neighborhood
they live. The new neighbors opposite door seemed to have acquired a brand new buffalo with an intent to sell its milk to the neighbors. One of the sisters got so excited to promote their new acquisition she went knocking on the doors to do a campaign of her own. One evening she typically knocked ours and my dad opened up wondering who it was. Clinging to my dad's shirt there
I saw a bubbly teenager who was all excited to sell their new venture.
"Uncle !" she said, "We recently BUYED a buffalo. We would love to milk it and give it. Would you like it?"
I don't recall what exactly my dad responded but after he bid bye to the teen and closed the doors it was quite entertaining to see him replay the episode with my mom who ended up enjoying the experience as well. It wasn't very clear to my undeveloped mind then what was enjoyable about that but my first reaction was to laugh in ignorance until later I found out that if you have bought something you haven't 'buyed' it but you bought it. Perhaps someday I thought, I'd see the humor behind it like my parents did.
It is scary growing up diffident when you hear your neighboring kids speak fluently the language that's well spoken by adults. The language of the learned, the medium of the newspapers and the tongue that flows in the schools and the offices. How could people master the intricate structure of the English language and remember to deliver it as needed without any hesitation - especially when their native speak is not English like in my case and in their case as well. It is not only
scary but also difficult to conceive such an impressive display of linguistic talent especially when you are only eight summers old like I am.
My parents carried a conservative background implying they would insist on learning more and displaying less unlike the new neighbors who have just moved in right across our street. I have been feeling quite puny as I have been secretly watching them from my window almost everyday after my school. Three giant kids a teenage boy and his two older sisters, all must have been in late teens. It is both exhilarting and intimidating to see them walking, running and howling in English. If ever the characters I read about in the comic books came alive I knew it they were my brand new neighbors now. Their great white Alsatian dog fit in with them and even it seemed to be barking in English. It was even hardly eight.
Getting to know your neighbors when you just moved in takes extra effort. That explains why these (big!) kids were trying to get to know me.
"Hi There! I am Kiran. What's your name like?".
"Bunnykins"
"Which school you go to? Like what grade are you in?"
"Stephens Elementary."
It was confusing to me how to answer two questions either at the same time or one after the other even if it meant one or two word answers each. My language skills never constituted complete sentences. They were hardly even incomplete. They were mere answers - words that conveyed all if you had asked me then. Besides being scared of speaking acceptable English in full
sentences what is it that the answers did not convey that unadulterated sentences would have. It wasn't until then that I have realized it meant confidence and higher public image - at least in the neighborhood I grew up.
"So, what do your parents do for a living like? Where do they work like?"
I replied in my native language which was different from English but not in English - in complete and correct sentences of course. I sensed a flash of mocking smile cross my neighbors' faces followed by beams of sympathy for me in their eyes. They were talking away to a 'backward' neighboring kid who hardly spoke 'like' in English and was a bundle of nervous bones wrapped in native speak. That must have boosted their confidence of not only fitting into the neighborhood but also feeling undeclared leaders.
It was obvious they were farily aggressive and entreprenual in nature. Within a month or two of their arrival into the neighborhood they had purchased a buffalo that is a common source of plenty of fresh milk every morning. Cattle raisers typically owned a big herd that gave several dozens of litres of milk every morning which they would sell for a living in the neighborhood
they live. The new neighbors opposite door seemed to have acquired a brand new buffalo with an intent to sell its milk to the neighbors. One of the sisters got so excited to promote their new acquisition she went knocking on the doors to do a campaign of her own. One evening she typically knocked ours and my dad opened up wondering who it was. Clinging to my dad's shirt there
I saw a bubbly teenager who was all excited to sell their new venture.
"Uncle !" she said, "We recently BUYED a buffalo. We would love to milk it and give it. Would you like it?"
I don't recall what exactly my dad responded but after he bid bye to the teen and closed the doors it was quite entertaining to see him replay the episode with my mom who ended up enjoying the experience as well. It wasn't very clear to my undeveloped mind then what was enjoyable about that but my first reaction was to laugh in ignorance until later I found out that if you have bought something you haven't 'buyed' it but you bought it. Perhaps someday I thought, I'd see the humor behind it like my parents did.
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