Which came first?

Which came first the chicken or the egg?

it was the egg.

i was there.

i was waiting.

the fried egg, the egg roll, the omelet, even the boiled egg came and i was still waiting for my one plate of chicken momos.

It's always the egg first.

:-(

The divine council of heaven and hell

A while back I was thinking to myself as I do quite often and was wondering how these things work.

Proposition 1: Good people go to heaven and sinners go to hell.

Proposition 2: Heaven is relative concept and everyone has their own hell and heaven.

Going by the two above mentioned propositions now lets take a third fundamental that opposites attract, now say there is a person A who is a very good person[1] and a person B sinner of the highest order[2], supposing A is madly in love with B if A is to go to heaven, A’s heaven cant be complete without B but B must go to hell so how does that work?

I got a couple of interesting responses;

If B is a random person that A is madly in love with for all you know being with A may be Hell for B and therefore there is no problem

If B is not a random person, A loves B and B loves A also, then depending on what B wants more, to be with A or to see A happy in heaven the opposite will happen since B is destined to be in hell.

A third argument that I came across is love trumps sin so lovers will be together.

Now the question: A dies destined to go to heaven, A’s heaven in complete without B, B is alive what will happen?

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[1] Has to be in heaven

[2] Has to be in hell

Class Contradictions

The last week of every semester is interestingly so different from every other week of every semester that is the week of the exams. It is so very interesting to note the stark contradictions in the way we perceive a class room to be throughout the rest of the semester vis a vis the last day.

Through out the rest of the semester, the place that is also known as a seat is nothing more than a place to rest our backsides on while being able to do what ever we desire to do in class obviously subject to ones own level of interest and attention. However on those 6 fateful days the seat not only brings with it luck both good and bad, the positioning of this seat means so much that at times we even forget that it’s the same seat that spent the last 4 months being weighed down by your backside or that of someone else. We bother about the distance from the window the distance from the fan the distance from the door, and then for some the distance from the other person who has studied for the exam. The seat becomes our world, our domain our little kingdom where you are king the examination your war and your pens and pencils all your knights and bishops.

Similarly the time spent in the classroom during those last 6 days is less than 3 hours everyday compared to the over 6 hours on every other day; it seems like such an eternity, an event, a time that is almost enough to make a person age. The class which forms a major chunk of a normal working day, we get up go to class, come back do whatever there is to do and then go back to class the next morning. During exams every time we visit that classroom it’s a whole new experience, it seems like a totally new battle, a totally different world. Although the time duration between coming out of that room and entering it is slightly over 21 hours it seems like a new feeling all over again, with a new subject, having in the last 21 odd hours unlearnt one and learned another subject being as prepared as the limited time can possibly allow one to be for the new exam on the new day, the class room is to be revisited almost like a six day curse during which the same ritual has to be repeated for 6 days consecutively before the cursed can be free in mind and soul and hostel.

DUALITY POST

This post being the 50th post I'm going to try and make it a post that is a little special, it will talk about two things.

Firstly, the fact that it is the 50th post yay :D and how I never thought I'd actually have a blog in the first place and have 50 posts was not even a dream.

Secondly, I’ll talk about Rock On, the movie the song and the fact that the music of the same is inspired by the music of another Hindi movie.

It was a very long time ago when Voix introduced me to the concept of blogging, initially I thought it was weird, an opening into your own head, your thoughts out on the internet for everyone to see and interpret and analyze you to be someone you may or may not be. I did not blog. Then one fine Sunday, I’m not sure what prompted me I decided that hey what the hell lets post something, that was 49 posts earlier, and a long time ago. Since the time when my blog was open to only a select few readers (which were only 3 of which only 2 ever read it), to allowing everyone to read but only moderated comments were entertained to now un moderated comments I think I can safely say that I’m comfortable with the concept of blogging, and as a lateral shift I think the very fact that my heart jumps with joy every time I receive a comment, shows me that I actually want people to read my thoughts. Well what can I say; my yesterday thinks my today is insane.

The rock on bit, the reason I introduced it in the beginning was to keep you interested in the whole stuff about me blogging and all that. I’ll keep this simple.

Movie: Lakshya

Inspired from: Rock climbing scene back ground music

Ta ta ..tann…..tan tan ….. ta ta .. tann…..

Ps: Thanks Voix

The Meaning of 'Interesting'

I have always maintained that the word interesting is a very interesting word. I have also always wondered what the word actually means, and what is the concept of interest? Well here goes an attempt to answer the questions that I have just conjured.

The proposition:

“Some thing is interesting when you don’t know everything about the specific thing but you do know enough to know that you want to know more”

The explanation:

Things are not interesting when we know nothing about them; say if we were to talk about some weird abstract string theory concept of physics with a student of arts. The guy has never heard about it, he knows nothing it is boring. On the other had, going by the principle laid down if you know everything about something there are no questions and therefore no interest. So in order to be interested in something it is not only important to know a little bit about it but also important to have the want to know much more.

The same thing also applies to people, people are interesting when they are intriguing, and you believe that there is a lot to them than meets the eye. Using the same concept on a much lighter note, if you want someone to be interested in you, you should be interested in them let them know something about you but only enough to want to know more, which is probably why the girls like the bad boys ;-)

Obama and the almighty

A while back someone asked me to write something about what if Obama were to become the president of USA, so i thought lets make this interesting and radical and this is what the outcome was.

The election of Barack Obama as the president of the most powerful country in the world will naturally have several impacts. While US foreign, trade and military policy would not be affected at all, as there is little difference between Bush, McCain and Obama on these, there would be several that are more far reaching. The biggest interest in the election is clearly Obama’s color.

Never before in the last 234 years of the American democracy has a non-white become President. Given US’s self proclaimed leadership of the world, this should inspire Christians around the world to review the ethnic profile of Jesus. History tells us that Christ was born in the Middle East, a Jew by race and a West Asian or Palestine Arab by ethnicity. However in most portraits of Christ, he is represented with Nordic features - fair skinned, blue eyes, brown haired, very unlike his Asian self. This, the oldest form of racism, is also the most widely propagated. With the US people shouting their preference loud and clear, the dark skinned will no longer be the backward race. With Christ regaining his true color, mankind will be lead by two powerful role models that will change the color of the world.

Paradigm shifts will be seen in various fields like illustrations in school books and nursery rhymes.[1] There would be a change in color in fashion magazines, advertisements and beauty contests. All these will show the beauty of the dark skin and pale beauties would be accepted only to prove the liberal credentials of the organisers. Fair and Lovely would be replaced by Brown and Beautiful and matrimonial advertisements in India would praise the bride’s darker values.

Steven Spielberg would struggle with white humor and Afro-Americans will proudly call themselves black instead of colored euphemisms. Idioms like ‘colored view’ would change to ‘whitened view’ or ‘pale outlook’. Sports writers would bemoan white dominance of swimming or fencing as unnatural and emerging from some longer muscle fiber the whites have.

Michel Jackson will decide that black is the new white and go for another plastic surgery to regain his original skin colour, causing a stir among his fans and media that would elevate him for being a carbon copy of Christ. There would be a mass appeal from the Caucasian, ‘white’ would of course be politically incorrect, world to Nelson Mandela that he was not being fair (dark ?) by focusing his activities to the part of the world privileged to be born black.

Black magic would have to be renamed and so also the dark arts and black humor. Being fair in dealings would not be a complement and unfair trade practices not such a pejorative. Would judges discard their black robes for white gowns and nurses and the Pope don black uniforms ? I wonder if this would carry to changing hair dye colors too.

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[1] Curly hair, very fair,

eyes are blue, lovely too

Chasing the car

I was having a rather random conversation with a rather random conservationist nothing too serious nothing sincere either. When suddenly the question of relationships cropped up, started with this rather random conversationalist telling me about crushes were not people that this rather random conversationalist liked. Which got me thinking what is the difference between a crush and infatuation and say liking and then going on to really really liking and finally the coveted love.

This rather random conversationalist asked me what the difference was and of the top of my head I answered with an example that in retrospect I think was quite interesting.

A Crush is like a dog chasing a car that it knows it can never catch and even if by some stroke of divine intervention he does catch it the dog will have no idea what to do with it.

An infatuation is a man that neither knows how to drive nor affords a car is running behind one, so he still doesn’t know what to do with it if by luck he somehow manages to catch it, but apart from catch it he has no chance anyway cos he definitely cant buy one.

Liking, is a little more complex, it’s a man that can afford a car and knows how to drive sitting at home researching on the internet about what the car is like and if or not the car will suit him and will he suit the car.

Then comes the next stage or the post homework stage where you have kinda decided on 2-3 of your top choices and you go around to the show rooms looking at them, ask people who own cars what owning a car like that one will be all about, but you know that your car will be different, people who give u bad opinions about that car you really like are either crapping cos they couldn’t have it or cos they don’t know how to drive it right.

Dating, another interesting concept, it’s very simply the test drive.

Finally love is going to that showroom with your check book in the pocket and being ready to sign that check and after the test drive the only thing that can come in the way of you and the car you so badly want now is un availability.

Of course if the car is available and the check is signed congratulations you are now officially going out. ;-)

Walking all over it

Having a conversation with Divya...

Me: Are you going to blog it (something about palmistry...wait for her next post for details)

Divya: Yes

M: you know i can mark the content as inappropriate...

D: that way your blog can be marked as inappropriate

M: But you are defaming the art of palmistry

D: you are insulting sanity

M: no i'm not 

D: then you're insulting insanity

M: no i'm not, i'm Hovering over it.

D: in which case your tresspassing... tresspassers will be prosecuted.

M: but i'm not tresspassing... its my property

D: No its not, your hovering over it... if it was your property then u'd be walking all over it.

M:    :-D

D:   :-)

M: I'm blogging this you better not

Hua Kya hai

Written by a friend phillosopher and guide, Anuj Bhandari. This is a peice of litereature that i totally fell in love with when i heard it the second time. The first time i only understood half the words. 

Guzar jaati hai hazaron ki jindagi 

aapki zulfon ko sulajhte huae dekhne mai.

baith kar roop ki machaanon pe 

sun kahan paate ho 

un guzarti hui fariyadon ko.

door se baith ke dekhti ho

apne aashikon ke janazon ko

aur poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

ujad gae maekhane saakhi ke intazar mai

aur toote huae pyalon ko dekh ke 

poochti ho ki ...... hua kya hai ?

Jaala diye hamne apne aarmanon ki tasveeron ko

aur bujhte hui aag to dekh ke 

poochti ho ki ..... hua kya hai?

raat bhar aati ho tasavur mai

aur doondhlai hui aakon ko dekh ke savare 

poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

sanjidgi aa gai hai ab to muskurahat mai bhi 

aur hamari khamoshi ko sun ke 

poochti ho ki ... hua kya hai?

tum poochti thi tou haale dil bayan karne ki 

Himmat si jut ti thi

Ab to sara zamana poochta hai ki .. Hua Kya hai?

detae hai jawab tumhare in nadan sawalon ka

Karte hai mohobat, dil ki gehriyon se zaada

agar shak hai to lelo intihan hamari chahaton ka

magar bas ab na poochna ki ... hua kya hai?

Anuj Bhandari 

Laughter is the best medicine, but what when that is the disease.

This is a story about a time that was a while ago, about a place that was Hyderabad. It was the second time I was in Hyderabad, the first time being when I was very little. Now straight away to the story. From college a large contingent of around 14 students had gone to attend summons, the feast at NALSAR. It was fun, literally 9 days of planned fun. On one of these days we decided to go see the city of Hyderabad. Five of us that were free that evening went roaming around, first ate Hyderabadi biriyani at this place called paradise which is famed for its biriyani, it was okay, nothing out of this world. Then I remembered from my first trip to the city that there was a very nice ice cream parlour by the name of snow ball. Trouble was it was no where near where we were, but in the absence of any specialized knowledge of the vicinity we decided to find this parlour and have some nice ice cream. We searched till evening turned into night but apparently something had happened to that parlour in the last decade of so. Then we decided to go put something in our tummies and headed for this mall that had a Delhi 7, 8 PM, 9 o’ clock and 10 Downing Street we visited each and every one of these sitting for a few minutes in each of them only to get up and go to the next, soon we were in the mall outside with nothing to do, once more. Among the five of us that were there was V a.k.a voix. She was getting increasingly bugged that no one was doing anything amusing, she insisted that we do something, I really wandered what she meant but well that’s what she seemed to want something.

 

After this what I experienced is something both funny and scary. It’s the kind of time you think, was that not supposed to be the medicine? V looked up; saw a guy wearing a ‘Super Man’ T- Shirt. She exclaimed, “Supppper Maan” and burst out laughing. It was all fine for a while since her bad jokes are legendary. This however was different, she refused to stop. She just kept on laughing, for around 30 seconds I was happy, at least the whining about doing something had stopped, but the laughter showed no sign of retreat and after that I was wondering if that’s the way V laughs, for a long time. This went of for another few minutes, the laughter receded, but just as it was reaching its ultimate she decided that it was also very funny that another one of the five had bought a ‘thumbs up’ and was letting us drink it and the laughter went on with renewed fervor. V laughed for 20-25 minutes, I was freaked out. It was a proper fit, she just had no control over her laughter. On hind sight it is very appropriate, she wanted something amusing, she got her medicine, we got amused.          

The Ancient laws of Driving in India: Fear the B

Since I was a kid and had first started sniffing at the dream of driving I was told always fear the B. Normally I would have wondered what they meant when I was told fear the B, but that was never a problem since I was given a whole lesson on the scary B’s of driving in India.

Bus: Top of the list. When on the road on four wheels, in the land with a billion people, the BUS is the king, hovering high over the road and the rest of vehicality, the BUS driver owns the road and therefore has the right to suddenly turn left, or right, jump red lights, come in the right lane and then turn left. Special note for people driving in the Capital, we don’t have an F1 track for a reason, we don’t need one. The BUSES put up a fairly good show on the roads itself, mass entertainment. The overtaking, the sharp turning, the G-Force thrills, the damages, accidents, casualties, drama, the Delhi BUSES have it all. FEAR THEM,

Bcha: Fear what you do not understand। Bacha a।k.a child. A child on the road can be more scary than bungee jumping. You never know what the child will do and the kid is never responsible for its actions. See a child, break, stop, wait or physically go out and move the kid to the side only to see it back in the center by the time your back in the car.

Baail: Wrath of the Gods. Baail a.k.a cattle. India is very interesting when it comes to wild life. You go to a wild life sanctuary and wait for days, and all you will see are the insects that you dint know existed. You travel in a city like Delhi and you’ll see all the cattle that gives you your daily milk. So what’s the problem with cows and buffaloes, they are sweet looking timid animals? That is true, but they are also among the laziest animals on the planet and here they are worshiped. So they take up their divine role and decide that there should be a divider ‘here’ and they will just sit down there refusing to budge till the next meal time. If you see a piece of cattle on the road, try to maneuver around it, if its sitting blocking the road, try to coax it to move, you will look very stupid calling a cow on the road with a few leaves, but it can work at times. If nothing works, then it’s a sign from god, you have not been giving the almighty enough attention, sit down and pray for the cattle to leave.

Bai: Bai (marathi) also known as lady. Now these come in two varieties and both should be feared differently, one is the regular lady, that will get scared when you honk, drop her purse, some thing will fall out she will pick it up and move aside and let you go, wither in peace or in pieces depending on what fell out of the purse.

The second variety is the deluxe version of the Bai called the Sari wali Bai, who will jut not know if she should go left or right, there is a latest addition to the deluxe version called the super duper deluxe version that is so deadly that if you ever see this on a road, slam the breaks, stop and wait. It doesn’t matter if the guy behind you ended up smashing is bonnet in your bumper, you still alive. This is two sair wali Bais. This combo will always as a rule split up one will go left the other will go right, usually the left will go right and the right will go left, banging in the middle, their shopping baskets falling, they will then pick up the shopping, decide where to go and then go in opposite directions finally allowing the car to pass just after one of the two did change her mind and decided to join the other sari wali bai. BE SCARED, BE VERY SCARED.

Cute

The Webster’s dictionary defines it to be something that is ugly yet tolerable. However the colloquial usage of the word is well... something off that. Off late the usage of this term has become more or less meaningless. This is a phenomenon I’ve noticed more among the fairer sex. Everything is cute, every animal that ends before their knees is cute, every guy that looks decent and not like Arnold Schwarzenegger is cute.[1] Things are cute, flowers, cups, pots even nails are cute. Two people hugging are cute; at times even fighting is cute. Leaves of trees are cute, birds are cute, and feathers are cute. Cows are cute, yaks are cute, even Donkeys are cute. To top it all the Brick is cute. At times I wonder if the word cute had a soul that needed to be present whenever the meaning of the word was used then the soul of the word cute would be tattered up amongst its so many varied uses. On another thought maybe that is why Webster defined the word cute to mean ugly yet tolerable because with the usage of the meaning being so negligible the soul can rest in peace.

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[1] Which kind of amounts to every 15^th guy on the planet.

Dodging Chemistry

The sounds of wroom and Whoosh and
Scherrrr I'd relate to a racing track
but as they say the world is round
what goes around comes back
of late the classes have begun
and I have Chemistry again
So again in class I'l sit and write
that the subject is such a pain
Oh! getting back to where I was
the sounds of Whoosh and Wroom
Right now in this class i am
I can hear thse in the room
The Prof. standing and preaching
in a language unknown to man
and i'm genuinely trying to pay
attention, as much as i possibly can
but the words Pyridine chloro chromate
just do not ring a bell
the words just bounce of my head
and hopefully land up somewhere in hell
this bouncing of words you know
is not a funny thing
they clash and clang and bang away
before disappearing in a bling
now tired of the banging
I'm playing a different game
I'm trying to miss the words
that he's throwing all the same
At times i am successful and
the words pass near my ear
The whoosh and wroom and at times
a scherrr, that how i am able to hear

Kanishk Kakkar
17/7/08
1104

Laissez-faire

College started again. First thing that happened after the day in the dust (cleaning it up actually) was the long list of new rules which kinda reminded me of this poem that i had written about doing away with rules like this

Laissez-faire

From time in memorial it is known to man

That he should be left to do what he can

No rules, no regulations no bell at night

Let man work his way and fight his fight

Situations will come; there will be many a test

For him to find a way, to show he’s the best

Darwin called it survival of the fit

Each man builds his own bit by bit
so now its time for me to fend

A helping hand to myself I’ll lend.

Kanishk Kakkar

24/1/07

1108

New Age

The way things are looking we are almost here

Naye Yaden

This is one of my few Hindi poems that are a little serious, I also saw this new feature that blogger has that lets u write in the script so here goes:

न्यी यादें

कुछ बातें अन कही हुई

कुछ पल छूटे हुए

कुछ यादें हैं जो साथ में हैं

और कुछ साथ हैं भूले हुए

कई लोग आते जाते हैं

कुछ अपनी बात छोड़ जाते हैं

कुछ छूट्टी हुई इन यादों से

कुछ लम्हे वापस आते हैं

आए हुए इन यादों के

साये में पल गुज़र जाते हैं

इन गुज़रे हुए पलों में

एक ज़िन्दगी सी रहती है

जीयों इस ज़िंदगी को इस ज़िन्दगी में

ये ज़िन्दगी मुझ से कहती है

कनिष्क कक्कर

३१/१/२००७

१२२७

Rhyme of the ancient Abominable Hill

Before you start reading this post i wish to forewarn all readers that this is a very very long and extremely stupid post, that may malign certain characters that may be close to your hear and if that causes any sort of mental agony i am not responsible. I am also not responsible for the time and head you loose ever reading the following, u still want to read it ciao

Rhyme of the ancient Abominable Hill

Once upon a time in the middle of the sea

There was a pretty island, as pretty as can be

Upon this little island there was a mighty bore

Not a shirt upon his back, purple pants he wore[1]

He went into the forest one day he went to find some food

But good lord of gracious he let little red riding hood.

They walked through the forest and reached the mighty sea

There faraway in the distance a ship. Could it be???

It wasn’t just a ship it was the Black Pearl

On the mast stood Captain Sparrow hair tied in a twirl

He steered the ship to land, got off upon the shore.

Took a swig himself and offered some rum to the mighty bore

Then along came Barbosa who was supposed to have been dead

His one eyed glance fell upon hood little riding red

Oye said the pirate how‘d what is your name?

I’m your maite from Australia, what is your claim to fame?

She showed her little basket and took a little bow

In it stood a treasure the best that man did know

It was a largish flower, a flower of a magical kind

But to make the magic work a fey one had to find

They key was with a man called Robin Hood in tights

Legend has it he entertained, with his funny fights

The pirates stole the flower and went to look for hood

To enter the forbidden forest the pirates must have been good

After crossing many a hurdles, they were stopped by the mighty bore

Who drew a wand and flicked it and turned into Dumbledore

Beside him appeared his army that looked all very nice

But the pirates sipped some rum and turned them into mice

Alone stood the head master mumbling to himself in rage

Because the pirates took his wand and put him in bill turners cage

Along went the pirates to find hood and his merry men

They beat them all and got the key but got lost in colgate top ten

Sparrow was singing, Barbosa dancing to pop

Until a channel change put them on a mountain top

The two sailors stood there with rum and key and all

On an abominable mountain snowy standing tall

They showered, bathed and washed their hair

But could find no dryer to their despair

Along came in the snow a bear like thing

A white ferocious abominable bling

As he approached, the sailors shook with chill

He hugged them and asked, “Why are you on this blasted hill?”

He took them home made them warm and dry

Barbosa was so touched he performed is famous one eyed cry

There were lightning bolts and jolts of thunder

Electricity got scared ran six feet under

The TV blew, I think I hadn’t paid the bill

Oh well alas now we’ll never know what happened on the abominable hill.

Kanishk Kakkar

21/06/08

1437

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[1] Think HULK

Tom and Jerry: The other side of the story

Since we were little kids we have been shown Tom and Jerry, the sweet, funny, cute four legged, four fingered cartoon characters of Tom the cat and Jerry the mouse. Tom runs after Jerry, the battle commences and the battle is won by jerry. As kids we are all very happy and rejoice as though good won over evil once again, till the next time the Lion roars and Tom and Jerry starts again.

Now as such I'm not at all a cat person and the people who know me even a little will be able to vouch for this statement any given day or night. However what I wish to show you is the other perspective, the perspective that is not shown to us, the perspective of the employee that does everything wrong every time, or the Tom perspective.

What we see is a cat chasing a mouse, well that is what cats are supposed to do, ask an Egyptian and he will tell you how from time in memorial that is what cats have been doing and that is what everyone wants cats to do. So Tom is not the villain here he is actually the unsuccesfull valiant that keeps fighting for what is his duty. Now in every episode, a number of times Tom runs after Jerry tries to catch him, Jerry doges him for a while and then gets caught once in a while and then escapes again, during which Tom is subject to such intense forms of pain like heavy weights to bowling balls to electric currents to the unimaginable. Yet Tom has never given up, he gets up strightens him self up, at times by blowing his thumb to recover from the injuries that the road roller gave him, and continues his never ending persuit for Jerry the Merry. I think every now and then while watching Tom and Jerry we must spare a thought for the warrior in the cat and as they say a little appriciation can go a long way.

Dream, Think, Create

A vision here a dream there
A thought here about everywhere
Good and bad makes two and two
A chain of ideas together sew
And with this chain come along
Add to it, let’s make it long

A storm here a boggle there
A stream of sparks flowing everywhere
Of all the lights pick up a few
Spring to life make something new
Be it a thing, a bing, a dong
At least to you it will belong.

Kanishk Kakkar
10/06/20081029

Song Unsung

Well coming back from memory lane here is something that is very fresh written just early this morning, the pic does not explain too much but somehow fits its something that can not be told.

Song Unsung

Another day another thought

Another way, today I sought

I path less seen I chose to choose

I believed in it and let faith loose

I clambered upon another soul

And lit a candle in a deep dark hole

The soul met another and the word spread

The word moved on long after it was dead

On some silent nights even now

If you listen properly I’ll tell you how

You can here me singing a song I know

A song that’s in the head I’ll let you know

It is a voice that can not be sung

It’s a feeling that lingers on every rung

The closer this song gets to thee

The better you know yourself and me

Kanishk Kakkar

20/06/2008

0033

Life

Life is good and life is strange

You never know when things will change

The kind of things that come by

Can make you laugh, can make you cry

Joys and sorrows, I've seen them all

I've been lonely, I've had a ball

There are times when I sit back and think,

About adhoc events trying to find a link

But no matter how hard I try to understand

The truth will stay beneath the sand.

Kanishk Kakkar

24/7/06

Last day of Education

Now neither is this poem mine nor is it from anywhere down my memory lane, this is a poem written by a senior of mine very recently and well again as the title goes this was written when he was passing out of college, there is a bit of relevance in relation to the earlier post so this piece just has to be here

Last day of education

Last day of education, last day of being student.

Last day of fun, last day of baking in sun.

Last day of our fights, last day of movie nights.

Last day of listening to none, last day of being one.

Last day of vodka shots, last day of attendance shorts.

Last day of joshi's Dal, last day of tolerating Dalal.

Last day of evening walks, last day of On the Rocks.

Last day of dean being wicked, last day of playing floor cricket... ....

live this last day to the fullest !

Anuj bhandari

3/5/08

0330

Last day at school

Hey, these days i'm in two new moods, one is going through a lot of old stuff that i had written a while ago and the other is i'm in the mood to blog so well putting two and two together i'm blogging about some of my older stuff, this is as the title suggests written during the last days of school, whenever i get charged with emotion poetry flows and thats how i guess this one came out

Last day at school

It's finally here this is the end
Now school is over and life will bend
The treasures of youth the magic of friends
The pleasures of jokes with tragic ends
The times we spent chatting to glory
With zealous passion we would tell a story
The time has passed, it has just flown by
And now I really don't want to say good bye
But oh alas we just have to move on
From students in 12th to follow the sun
But my heart says the end is not here
We will meet again far or near
Destiny has ment to keep us longer
And that's why friends have never bonded stronger
Together we leave on our paths with sorrow
Don't shed a tear you may meet tomorrow
With jokes in our ears and the sun in our eyes
We will be chatting again forgetting gone byes
Now coming to the end of this humongous rhyme
Lets wish each other good bye now is the time.

Kanishk Kakkar
08/02/2006

Why cant parents understand???

This is a poem i had written during my class 12 boards and that was my mental element at that time, i had never planned to show it to my parents but as fate would have it i showed it to some of my friends who showed it to their parents (well they hadn't written it after all) and during one of the exams it leaked from one parent to another and it was out in the open, strangely i got an interestingly positive reaction and all was well now this thing goes public or the closest to that.

Why cant parents understand???

Parents say they know what's best for me

And invariably they're right

But the few rare times when I disagree

It ends up in a fight

They not only tell us to study

As if that's not enough

They'll also tell us what and when

Only making things tough

They do not know the syllabi

They do not know the course

But they have an agenda for everything

And that they will force

The situation is very glum

And the there's nothing you can do

For then they'll display your actions

Like an animal at the zoo

I know I am no exception

It's like this everywhere

For our parents have their expectation

To which we must adhere.

Now the trouble with this rhyme is that

Well it should reach their ears

But then we'll see the zoo again

And an animal will be in tears

So I've written these words of truth

That can't be said or heard

So I'll just be liven life the way it is,

Without uttering a single word.

Kanishk Kakkar

21/02/2006

and

22/02/2006

coke vending machine

Hi,
i was having this conversation with voix, and she expressed her desire to be a coke vending machine, and what perused was this very interesting conversation about why one would like to be a coke vending machine, now i am not going to past the conversation not because it never happened but simply because i don't feel like doing that.

disclaimer:the following contents are contributions of voix and myself and therefore i refuse to take the whole blame for the impending insanity.

Reason 1
one may like to have coins put inside them and then throw drinks at those who do.
Reason 2
one may like to be the center of attraction especially on a hot day. or another way of putting it would be one might like to be remembered when people are hot ;-)
Reason 3
one might like to be a stationary tin can that sits eats coins and throws up coke.
Reason 4
maybe people who blush a lot and are anyway red all the time, might as well make some money
Reason 5
ofcors a good option for the CPM to collect money.
Reason 6
and last but definitely not the least maybe your just not sweet enough to be a Pepsi vending machine

more are always welcome

An interesting choice

Hi,

this is a thought that hit me when I was talking to my dad the other day while walking our dog, Bagheera. It was like this we were discussing about colleges and their cultures and how every college had its culture and once a culture was established it would take a while for it to undergo a slow gradual change etc etc, and then he was telling me a story about how when he went from IIT, Delhi to IIM A, there was a cultural paradigm shift in spite of the 2 colleges being well IIT and IIM. he told me that in IIT the culture was to copy, journals, assignments all that. now when he went to IIM he was met with this Accounts assignment, he knew nothing of accounts, he had access to an already complete assignment that would surely get him an A+, but the culture of the place just dint allow him to pick up that sheet of paper and copy it, and he was not the only one doing the work on their own, that is what the culture of a place can do to you, after that he did get a A not an A+ but an A none the less. Then i thought allowed, if you had got that A+ you wouldn't be telling me this story, to which he said, a story i can tell 30yrs later over a '+', its the story any day, and i couldn't agree more, but like they say, the ass has 20-20 vision, we can always know the right in hind sight, so we will never really know whether we should do something simply because 30 years down the line there will be a night when it will be your turn to talk and you will have a story to share, a story that will make your shoulders broaden and make you feel six feet tall.

Chemistry vis a vis Promiscuity

Being a student of law with science is quite interesting, especially when you have to study family law and heterocyclics in the same course. Now if we were to look at organic chemistry like all atoms were individuals and bonds were conjugal society what would we get?

Carbon can have 4 wives but can also have 2 or 3 marriages with the same wife and strangely this third marriage is actually less stable than if there were another atom instead. Oxygen can have 2 but as such lives in a caste based society and inter-caste marriage is mostly with hydrogen on one side. Lucky/unlucky sulphur forms a whole new religion allowing six bonds. The funny thing is that there is only hydrogen that is monogamous and of course we have our inert bachelors that sometimes make an exception. Then we have multiple relations and polymer relations are definitely joint families. Oh the funny thing, the order of the day is defiantly not monogamy then why is it like that in family law?

Kanishk Kakkar

21/3/08

0821

A time that was

There was a time when I understood

It wasn’t such a mystery

But now when I look at you and think

Comprehension is a matter of history

I used to see you curl and twine

And I knew what you had to say

But, I haven’t understood you since

Why did I go away?

I know I was away, but then

It was a short while

But the distance that has crept between us

Is longer than a mile

Oh well alas I’ll try my best

To solve this funny mystery

And it will be an uphill task

To understand chemistry

Kanishk Kakkar

12/3/2008

0816

A time unspoken off

A time unspoken off

There was a time and it was good it was a time of glory

About this time I’ll tell you now, it is an interesting story.

About this time it came and went it was a shade of orange yellow

And in this time was Sergeant Blackbottom, he was a jolly good fellow

The Sgt. Now, a horse he rod, he rode through all the land,

Until one day the horse just stopped, and Sgt. fell into the sand.

The Sgt. rose and saw his horse, It was blushing with a giggle

The horse to Sgt. helplessly, Your stirrup made me jiggle

And then the Sgt. vanished away into a spacious little room, and the horse into a hairy bushy broom.

Then all of a sudden in a span of an hour

Appeared a mop that looked a little sour

This mop was awesome it knew how to bend

And with that I come to an abrupt end.

Kanishk Kakkar

4/3/2008

1535

Nonsense Hang over

Non Sense Hang over

Once upon a time in the middle of a dream

I saw my self struggling through a puddle of cream

Nonsense it was it was so insane

I was laughing with joy while shrieking with pain

This dream had no beginning it had not an end

To a vogon space ship had I been sent

The poetry I am writing was stupider than theirs

I read it to the vogon who started pulling his hair

His large intestine strangled his brain

While the ship was blasting I ran into the drain

Where I met the mice the rulers of the land

Took some cheese from them in exchange for some sand

The rats are weird the sand they ate

And were singing like crazy, shit it’s the alarm I’m late.

Kanishk Kakkar

8/2/2007