10 August 2007


Once upon a time
lived an old man
by the brook
in a hut so small.

Blessed he was
with wisdom
God-sent mannah he was
for villagers.

Questions came from the north
south, east and west,
The old man answered them all
with precision and calm.

Questions about life and death,
the sun and the moon, heaven or hell,
The old man answered them all
with grace and charm.

Questions from the tall and healthy
Weak and small, Young, old and the bold,
The old man answered them all
with patience and warmth.

Many a villagers came
flocking to his abode
Day after day
he answered tirelessly.

Two little siblings
a boy and a girl
twitched at the old man’s fame
and determined to put him to shame.

Racking their pea-sized brain
to manufacture a plan
fool proof and smart
to catch the old man by his thumb.

They thought and thought
of a question
that the old man cannot answer.
they thought and thought.

Eureka! The two screamed outta joy
A little bird was caught
tightly held in the boy’s palms
feathers outstretched his tiny hands.

They would ask,
“O wise man, is this bird in my hand
dead or alive”
either ways, the old man would be caught.

“Alive” if the old man says,
the boy would squeeze the bird
to death
to prove the old man wrong.

“Dead” if the old man says,
the boy would let go of the bird
to fly
to prove the old man wrong.

Thus the two siblings rejoiced
at their brainchild
The million dollar question
that would put the old man to shame.

Alas, they went to the old man and asked
“O wise man, is this bird in my hand
dead or alive”
eagerly they waited for an answer.

The old man smiled
and said,
“Whether the bird is alive or dead
it is in your hands”

Maketh your life or
Breaketh your life
Blame not destiny
Blame thyself.

08 August 2007


Sometimes people can be mean. Really mean.
Sometimes people just think it’s their birthright to hurt people
Sometimes people are just SO insensitive
Sometimes people think they’re God
Sometimes people look through you and pretend you don’t exist
Sometimes people ridicule the art you worship
Sometimes people take you for granted
Sometimes people just assume you’re a shit-taking machine
Sometimes people mock your brainchild
Sometimes people order you to do things THEIR way
Sometimes people imagine that you’re some auto-energized ogre
Sometimes people place donkey’s worth to your prized “time”
Sometimes people forget good old days and move on letting you rot
Sometimes people just don’t like you for what you are…

In strange proportions I’ve experienced all of the above, over the last two weeks...
Hence, the shitty feeling. I’ll get over it.
I’ve always been careful with money
Cautious, very cautious.
However, sometimes I’ve spent recklessly
Like water, water.
Today, I realize the worth of money – courtesy:
Parents. My Parents.