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

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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

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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

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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.