Success

I always wondered what success meant
Is it good,bad,or evil enough to repent?
Is success about money,name or fame?
Or about winning lifes'survival game

After severe drought,a heavy rain
Is the water really a success,a gain?
What if then it pours and pours in excess?
Then will the floods truly be a success?

Look back into your family tree
How many generations do you see?
And how many of those people can you talk about?
Grandparents,their parents,a hundred not out

Isnt it surprising how little we know?
Of the people to whom our lives we owe
And about the people from whom we have evolved
They are mysteries that have never been solved

Now look into the future,what do u see?
Wat will life be like in the next century?
Will our descenders even know about us?
Will we ever be a topic that they will discuss?

Four generations later if they remember you
If the path you are leadin is the one they lead too
If the seeds you sow now,will then be fruitful
That is when you'll be truly successful

27th August '07

"Shasya, You Are Not Very Trusted"

I’m pretty certain that the world joins together to conspire against me. Every second day I get an e-mail telling me that I’m not very trusted. Courtesy, Facebook. Now, who in the world wants to be repeatedly reminded of their lack of recognition as a good friend, amongst their friends? I mean, I’ll get there, sometime. But give me a chance!

And there, again, “Message from Facebook: Shasya, you are not very trusted.”

Yes facebook, totally. And when I bust your system, you’re not gonna be able to trust me with another account either! Heck. Gah.


Who do you think works behind the scenes here? Whose ideas are these, being put up on public websites, to make people feel a little worse about their being? I’m not saying I’m particularly upset or anything. But it IS, sort of, exasperating. And I DO HAVE the friends. Oh yes I do. I’m definitely not one of those loner losers who walk around alone and smell their pits every five minutes to check if it is body odour that keeps people away from them. No, no. I’m categorically not there. I have friends. So I’m not too concerned. Trusted or not, there’s something that works for me. But think about the other lot, the pathetic sort. Imagine having to be a sore loser and then being reminded about it everyday, by a device that was, ironically enough, invented to make life simpler.

“Message from facebook: So-n-so, You are not very popular”.

No, I don’t get these “you are not very popular” ones. On the contrary I keep getting the ‘”A friend voted for you as Popular”. Hell yeah, I know. Get over it.
I just keep get the ones about not being too trusted.
Yeah, alright! I really don’t want to know about my lack of fidelity, anymore.
So very weird.

But then, like Udit Thakre puts it “To me, weirdness is tranquility”.

I upturn my glass to that.

I Dream

I dream of paradise
A distant place, a distant glow
I dream of an angel
Holding me tight, kissing me slow
I dream of a love
Someone to embrace, someone to adore
I dream of a world
Made of reality, like never before



30th May '08

Teenagers...ah..

I was out to win you over
It was you I wanted in my arms
But your best friend seems to like me more
He keeps trying to play his charm

I tried to make you jealous
By dancing on his side
But the jealousy is all mine
Its something I just can't hide

You dance away with her
Blithe of my annoyed stare
And your stupid buddy keeps touching me
He can't get his nose out of my hair!

She managed to win that heart of yours
That's her face in your eyes
I lost you, now I'll just make-do with
Your friend as a consolation prize


30th May '08

Muted

Silent Waves, Silent stream
Weary life, drowned in eccentric water
A lull captures the winds' scream
Silently the raindrops chatter

Hollow eyes, rampant space
Drenched in despair divine
And silent now is every place
For your silence, is mine.


6th August '08