Hello, The Island of BaBaai

Sun baked, rusty embrace of renounce,

undulated, unforeseen cradles of mirth

Harking back, bethinking selves,

One day, one time, one jiff an ounce,

The scrawls and stories I wrote as a tot,

Hurtles back, trusting enrichment and a little cherish,

Fawns and swoons and all that baggage,

O Felicity, O Jonas, O Saturnalia, I thought!

Feigning stoic was never this brute,

I abate the tender rush of flints,

Clinging to devious labyrinths,

the slowest brooks, the gentlest slopes.

Cinders of Cherish

Beautiful lines I came across in An Equal Music by Vikram Seth

Anglicised by the strings of a violin, The Bayonet Beckons...

Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.

Had our words turned to other things

In the grey park, the rain abated,

Life would have quickened other strings.

I list your gifts in this creation:

Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,

Peace to the heart with touch or word,

Ease to the soul with note and chord.

How did that walk, those winter hours,

Occasion this? No lightning came;

Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,

Our story lit with borrowed powers -

Rather, by what our spirits burned,

Embered in words, to us returned.

The Radio-Struck Fiction

Hear Hear! It's almost been a year, since I've been here.
Meanwhile I learnt how to shop cheap, got to know what exactly a "pint" stands for, opinionated that British accent is the best in the whole wide world, listened to a mean broth of insanely good music in languages I know not, noticed how facebook trolls people with a world of rhyming treats, microblogged amply, quizzed, turned into one nazi-ish and laconic nitpicker, stood up obversely to loathsome requisites and turned a little less loquacious.

Doesn't amount to much, really. The sentence up there was GREviously wrong.

Bing!
Now I was tempted to ramble on about caves for a substantial amount of blog-space, but then that's too personal. :P

Bing!
The constant hoot of the indigenous birds don't help. The chill in here at Guwahati is mollifying. And the fact that every step I take reminds me of a bout of uninviting repercussions (that are incredibly un-bloggable, thankfully strikes the reader!) of the past 10 years, all billowing down on my semi-permeable-no-nonsense eardrums, make me all the more fit to be skinned and tanned alive, to make Rita Skeeter's crocodile handbag look-alikes from. (Read, I am turning thick-skinned). 

Bing!
Wit and humor are the bluish palates of my mind. You meddle with them sir, and you are in for a bout of unrelenting stalking. And with each piece of fact I string together about you, creating a figment of your persona in my own imagination, I realise how much more you can perturb me with the slightest sleight of your sole existence. Kindles a tenderness. Alright, not necessarily. Well, it doesn't, but it did. So as Hagrid said, What's comin' will come, and we'll meet it when it does. Negate the abstraction. Personify.

Typical, one would reflect. But there is this aberration. A scoop, almost. Preternatural laws dictate the seductive power of a good vernacular patois. On the other hand, common beliefs reveal that the multitudes of the penultimate intelligentsia regard verbosity as a way to muddle the mind against the obviation. Social presuppositions are lame.

Bing!
It's high time Science and Religion stopped flirting with each other and got together!

TATA CRUCIBLE CORPORATE 2012- THE RANCHI OPENER

The most colossal and respected of all Business Quizzes, Tata Crucible Corporate Quiz 2012 series was kick-started with a finger-gripping competition and an absolutely nail-biting finish at The Utsav, BNR Chanakya, Ranchi on August 4th.

The Tatas have always had that special little thing when it comes to quizzes in Jharkhand and they revered it big time in the Ranchi edition. First time ever they experimented with a venue as elaborate as the BNR Chanakya, the Railways Heritage Hotel and it proved to be an instant success. Pickbrain Giri, the ever-venturer quizmaster of the Tata Crucible quizzes since its inception, was at his best as he plundered through the quiz with the piquant ease of humour and razor sharp logics- as have always been his trademarks!

The format of the quiz this year, has been decided to be kept under folds for all the cities so as to equalize the brunt of expect-the-unexpected phenomenon that was only exclusive to the city the Crucible started with in all the antecedent editions.

The winners were a remarkable team from the Rourkela Steel Plant, who have made it to the country finales in the precedent years, snatching the turkey from under the nose of the 2 teams dominating the scoreboard for a major part of the quiz. One of those teams, and the runners-up, was an extremely experienced duo from SAIL Ranchi. The other was a young dynamic team fresh out of college, from ITC Patna. The latter sat in their first corporate edition of the Tata crucible ever. It was really a sight to savour, watching the Costello’s challenge the Vivid Bhartis of the Indian Business Quizzing! The audience questions comprised of some of Pickbrain’s jewels and the onlookers were a really competent lot too…

The prize money of the finale this year has been increased by a whopping 1 lakh rupees from the earlier one being that of 4 lakh rupees citing an ironic trivia by the Pickbrain itself that the prize money of the Crucibles have always gone up whenever India faced a financial recession- thus imparting a significant perk to the brains of the country in times of flailing economy!

The event was concluded with another amusing coincidence when one of the teammates of the winning team revealed an injured upper arm and Giri pointed out something similar happening in the Ranchi edition last year too. So folks! If you happen to be in Ranchi around the Crucible months and injure yourself, you know where to head out on a cloudy, dewy Saturday morning to brain feed with chicken soup!!

steel no kill beast!

Speak to me O querida…
Bungled amid the wreck of souls,
Are clock-spun lies, and webs of woes…
Spent are days of ruthless joys,
Strands of memoirs, now mere toys,
A ghoul of roses, unfound bliss
Tarnished forewords, foreign blithe,
Plague the wells of ageless abyss,
As those sparrows too bid byes,
Steely ages, shiny sledges,
And every single anticipation,
Just within sweeps of ages,
Are now foreboding sins and rages,
Pitiless, callous envoys of doom...
The end of course was never opaque,
O what sheen does all so lack!
As you saw through my every move,
And all those times I let you drop,
You fell on the floor, and made such noise,
It shook my being, broke all poise…
Alone I trudge the altar red,
A rugged silhouette, as my feet bled,
Absorbing each ounce of ecstasy,
And also frissons of nagging doubt…
I count not the numbered plunges,
Uncomplaining stares through numbness,
Now swarming is my wish of you,
Amassing myself, pronouncing thou!

Singulairty smear

One fine day, the sun stopped by, asking for time.

As I waited to be freed from the golden grills of gloom,

pink rays jived to the tunes of his bayonet,

Enthralled, I peeped at the moon, and it rose too,

As the dark folly,

Cloaked all kings and lowly.

Chelonian ages passed by,

I waited my ground,

Wasted I strode, on the paths of holy.

Dripping slowly, from the caps of snow

On my once bouldered shoulders,

Flow past the roughest territory

Did your charm, unwasted….

As you took flight each day,

To deeper felonies the salt did sink,

And as you trod the zealous peaks,

Sinking my teeth in meandering paths,

I fled away to evil heights,

Elevated than you, wearer than me,

I drained myself in the ocean of lost identity,

And the brunt bore only your magnanimity…

In a very unusual way..

In a very unusual way, I need you to cross my way,
In a very unusual way, I act this evening in a play..
Not every moment does one say,
Rampage the rules, plunder the bays,
I burn the book of rules of love
As the ashes soar high up in the air
Piercing the blue stare of the heavens themselves,
I am scared they shall weep,
lest they heave their tender bosoms,
sighing at my harbourage..
at the cost of my identity!
Maybe it lasted a day,
or maybe it lasted the play,
But in a very unusual way, I fell in love with you today.