A Knight’s Tale

I gallop forth, head held high
Valiant, Proud, Stout, I sigh
In my dreams, a wishing star
Whispers softly from afar

A single caress, oh so sweet
That fair maiden of the street
I wave and bow, I kiss her hand
Until I spot her wedding band

She blushes, pulls her hand away
Nudges me, I gently sway
‘Twas but just a dream
Stifling my urge to scream

I look about ‘tis her I seek
Neither crimson, shy nor meek
Feisty ‘stead, bravest of all
Takes onus o’ the castle’s call

And guards too, both left and right
Black and white, melded in might
Street pawn no more, now royalty
Rags to riches- just fine by me

Oh possessor of my heart, my queen
Was my love for thee unforeseen?
Your bewitching eyes had me deceived
Affection in them I had perceived

I’m just your average knight
Shining armour burning bright
But all I really want to be
Is Protector of Her Majesty

And though I’d rather slit his throat
To him I my services devote
That wretched fool, we call him king
And in his honour, ballads sing

One step in time might save nine
But my daft man, where is your spine?
Fight your battles on your own
Not send your wife to guard the throne

If not for her you’d long be gone
Exiled or dead, crown forgone
So show more grace and trust your fate
And will her freedom to choose her mate

Country Roads

Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away, there lived a little girl. She was little. She grew up. She was not so little anymore. And like every other grown up, one day she had to leave home...

Well, we’ve all been there done that, haven’t we? And don’t scratch your head too much, I was merely talking about Little Miss Sunshine’s initiation into hostel life. Woe had befallen. Her beloved family, her precious friends and her oh so important home were all witness to her farewell blues. Her treasure trove was neatly tucked away. She was now an adult.

Enter day one. Complete pandemonium. Excitement was in the air and her nervous jittery self was, well, hopeful. It was after all, a new experience, one she had been looking forward to despite all her declarations of planning to start Chipko Movement at her house. Little was the ignorant mortal aware of the trial and errors that defined hostel life. Ragging as a concept existed merely in books, but Culturization was a different story. Community life had never felt so real and Dunking was definitely not a way of life before. Networking was the in thing, good ol’ friendship was taking a hike and mirrors spoke of untruths. The final nail in the coffin, you ask? Taking recourse to food had proved futile. The Horror!

Trudging on, the days slowly blurred. And realization finally hit. It wasn’t so bad. Terminations (and no usual dictionary meaning fits here) could crack a funny. 1 p.m. was the new dawn and 1 a.m. twilight. Partay no longer sounded lame and you had to be there to believe the transformation of a simple courtyard into a Cullen sparkling discotheque. A certain group dance opened up whole new vistas. YouTube knows what the heart speaketh of. The tee totaling State stood and stared.

You’d think that jumping from a given height was plain stupid but college fests begged to differ. Promotional videos beckoned and caution was thrown to the wind. Yoga at four in the morning suddenly sounded so much healthier. After all, there was something in the air that night and the stars were bright.

Kishore Kumar was cool again. As were Jitendra numbers. Dear old Mithun was of course evergreen and Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy legen-wait for it-dary. Gym was a stone throw away. Yet the said soul, try as she valiantly might, could only admire it from afar. Indolence, my friends, is vice.

Marketing jargon was the new buzzword and complete bewilderment, the state of existence. New routes were learnt and geography was made stronger. The Chocolate Room’s chocolate fondue was nothing short of God’s gift to mankind. All was good with the world.

No account of a hosteller’s life is complete however without the mention of *ahem* what we are really here for – yes, studies. As much as we’d love to see it take a backseat, education sadly, does count in this moronic little world. A night out with friends, lots of room shifting, a hot cuppa, mindless chatter and somehow fitting the assignments in between; the evolution was at long last complete.

FOUR

My blog's more than 4 years old and I'm more than 4 days late in wishing it. Sigh! Sad excuse for a post but Happy Birthday Blog! :)

If Poster Boy was not a manager...

I was a dejected little kid who people would mock. They’d call me Rudolph. I didn’t even have a red nose. I had this beautifully crafted elegant nose, a tad longer than Cinderella’s and a tad shorter that Pinocchio’s. I also had a very fashionable green tie. My grandpa’s friend’s live in girlfriend had gifted it to him. I would delve into the depths of my endless wisdom to find an explanation for my befuddling unpopularity. Eureka! The bulb clicked, the divine light fell, and Nirvana was attained. I joined Salsa classes. I was a failure no more! I became a Rock Star. I got a hilltop house and fifteen cars. I made Square-pants passé. And most importantly, I played Cullen to my Damsel in distress. Joy to the world!

Malgudi

Happy and content
Smiling, silent
She gazes on
The fields wilt away
The flowers gently sway
Twilight ushers dawn
Of new hope
New life
The breeze is restless
As are the children
Her heart is full
Rooted in the past
Nostalgic, remembering
Memories fade fast
Love is selfless
Senseless
Worth it in the end
Twilight ushers dawn
Of new hope
New life
She gazes on

Dah-rum-pal-sof-chung

Nostalgia is such a haunting and beautiful word. It can stir up emotions you didn’t know existed and make the most commonplace things sublime. A walk on the road, silly banter with friends, two cups of coffee, a surreptitious call at 4 in the morning… the weather – anything the mind has seen or experienced, even things it might have hated eons ago.
But the human tendency to embrace the familiar comes into its fullest force when fate threatens to seize all one has learnt to love, it dares one to take that final terrifying leap into unchartered territory.
It’s not fitting for someone like me to muse about things that I technically shouldn’t be concerned with, at least not for another year. That’s exactly why it concerns me though. Having gone through some absolutely brilli-aunt and heart tugging posts, I cannot but confront this question – will I feel the same a year hence? Or even remotely close? Sadly, I already know my answer. I won’t.

Yes, I’ll miss my friends, but then again, I always know that the best ones will stay with me. I wonder now whether these garbled ruminations are a product of my overworked, sleep deprived brain, trying vainly to procure some semblance of sense at six in the morning. Whatever be the case, the feelings tugging at the corner of my brain aren’t happy ones. Life’s weird… and my blog’s updated. Toodles. :)

The Ode

Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak
Make this stupid fat rat squeak
Tired of all blues and yellows
Potty Weasel riding fat buffaloes
Cedric got reincarnated
A vampire saga was created
Dumby's pet's a bumblebee
Fred, where art thou, missing thee
Severus was Good Guy all along
Everybody sing this song
Never trust a nostrils freak
A requirement's door doesn't creak
Luna's gone loony Neville's prof
Hermione's no more Ms. Show Off
Ginny + Deathly Hallows, eh?
Gimme Draco Granger anyday
Rubeus Minerva Gryffindor
Hogwarts Twins Horcruxes War
Will miss 'em all, this part o' me
Thus ends my jabberwocky.