Memories

As I sat down for another round of JEE preparation, I suddenly turned nostalgic and had to write this. Maybe it was that I was listening to my "old" songs (which I used to hear during the school days), but I suddenly remembered my school days, and the memories started pouring into my head again.

I remembered my Xth class, with our gujju gang and all the fun we used to have. Harsh and I sitting on the first bench and him fooling around all day while I pretended to study. The irritated look because of me on Vandana ma’am’s (Hindi teacher) face. Ah! Too good to be true. Eating from everyone else's Tiffin during the recess :P. Yes, I was the fruit-seller and was famous for bringing fruits everyday in my Tiffin and brutally stabbing the fruits before consuming them. >:). Waiting at the intersection of Dadabhai Road and S.V. Road for someone special :) and then leaving for home.

Ahh..Padmaja ma'am. I haven't met another such an understanding, mature and cool teacher! I could not have had a better class teacher (one of the reasons was that she knew how to turn active volcanoes dormant. More on this later). She was an excellent teacher, relying more on concepts then rote memorization. She was patient when we were moody, helpful when we were in a problem, excused us for our immaturity and understanding enough to give us a second chance. You were amazing ma'am, and I hope you don't ever change, and keep on masterfully molding the wet clay placed under your skillful supervision.

Jennifer ma'am's class, probably the only class in which our section was completely serious ;), and the only class in which we (okay fine, I) couldn't make smarty pants comments, and after Hindi, the other class in which I was not sure I would pass in school. Not because of ma'am's teaching skills, which are superb, but because of her dominatrix (is that even a word?) correction. But you too were amazing ma'am. Guess we needed someone to keep us under control :).

I remember dreading open house, because I always knew that I had screwed up my exams. And almost all the teacher's would undoubtedly say "He has a lot of potential but he hasn't performed as well as expected. He can definitely do much better than this" :). But....padmaja miss, sweetheart that ma'am is would also add "Don't worry, he will do well in his boards" so that almost active volcanoes turned dormant again.(The almost active volcanoes are my parents, ready to you know....burst!).

Well of course I didn't do well in school because bunking classes and attending gaming pubs was then the norm for me. Probably had only half-attendance in my tuitions :P. Obviously since I was so addicted to the pubs, any cancelled/rescheduled tuitions turned into gaming sessions :). And so did special school functions like Republic Day, Annual Day ;).

Well, then came the tuitions. Jayaram (Jai Aram!) sir's classes were one of my favorite! That man truly was his namesake (Jai Aram!) and the classes were some of my favorites! His homework was negligible. But he was a very good teacher and good at what he did. Well I also liked it because I met some of my best friends and got to know them there! We had loads of fun making fun of the JNSiites on their faces (and behind their backs too). Also since his classes were late, I reached late *wink, wink**.

Those days were some of the best in my life, and even though now, when we have all moved on and gotten busy with our new lives, hardly having time for past remembrances, I sometimes remember the bygone days and my eyes moisten up. Thank you very much esp. Priyal, Nandini, Tanvi, Jaitun, Harsh, Aarsh, Padmaja ma'am, Jennifer ma'am and many more for some unforgettable days and amazing moments.

With regards,
Khushman :'(

Teasers for Tanvi

Teasers for Tanvi


As I sit here alone,
Among thoughts of a friend.
Long meetings on a phone,
But she always helps me mend.

She's as thin as a doll,
Almost invisible too,
Fair as a pall,
Opposite of Winnie the Pooh!

A true gujju at heart,
Mind you, few left are true,
Shudders on spending at marts,
And on other shops too!

A super simple gal she is,
You're humbled in her presence.
Describing her doesn't need a thesis,
But she ain't got no nonsense.

Being around her is truly fun,
Her jokes adorably stupid.
PJ's she's an expert in,
But she's not at all vapid.

One of my most amazing friends,
Her name is Tanvi.
And I sure hope she stays,
For all my life's journey.

Verses for Vanya.

Vanya, O my dear Vanya,
A veritable dame,
Cute as the Lucy of Narnia
For fun shes always game.

A cute round face, she possess
An unimaginable cute smile,
Has amazing ponytail tresses,
A glitter always in her eye.

A fun loving cheerful girl, she is,
Of death she cannot hear,
Land of optimisms queen she is,
With her, you can't shed a tear!

In her company, the hours do,
seem to pass and float away.
Her talks are wise, full of life
And parting gives us inner strife.

Believe not what you see, you'll be surprised,
You'll wonder as everyone does,
How can so much fit in so much less,
It unanswerable even by the wise.

No need to ponder, the question which,
Even God may not know why,
A girl independent of any glitch,
She is made just right!!

Alone in terror...

As I sit here,
Among the greeny boughs,
A silent glade,
Flitting in memories of silent bows.

It was a better time then,
Life a rosy dream,
I had a true friend,
Into oblivion it has been preened.

Had a great time, we did.
Inseparable, yes we were,
But the one time we separated,
She was taken away forever.

Some men were very angry,
Wanted to blow up something, they did.
And when they made their theory,
A mass strike was what they planned.

26/11 was a woeful day,
A Wednesday, hectic as usual.
It seemed normal just like everyday,
But the evening was very fateful.

Gunfire! Bloodshed!
Madness all around!
10 people stopped all of Mumbai,
As a billion could never do.

And in the firing, madness, riot,
A bullet left a gun,
Pierced a heart, a very beautiful one,
And among our pair I was left alone.

Never to hear her laughter again,
Never to see her smile.
Her amazing eyes are eternally closed,
And her heart is frozen and cold.

O why, O why, is God selfish,
And why does he untimely call,
The beautiful ones, who make this
Earth worth living, O why do they fall!

Take us away, the commoners,
The selfish ones, why do we stay,
While those who make,
It a wonderful place, are never gay.


Doom now comes upon all of us,
The dream a ghoulish haze.
All around me all I see are walls,
Without her, how will I get out this maze?

A many-headed monster,
A torture with no end,
Terrorism, O please stop it!
Or our world will be fully rend.

Now her ghost comes to me again,
Now I must quit you,
For among these glades I hope to gain,
Eternal peace, too good to be true.


End




Alone in terror... by Khushman "SkkARd" Patel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License.

Fwd: Boards!

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Khushman Patel <khushman1@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:13:46 -0400
Subject: Boards!
To: khushman1.poet@blogspot.com
Boards! Boards! Here they come,
Uniting us to books like gum,
Making us burn the midnight oil,
Recalling back our long-forgotten toil.
Study! Study! Study all day,
No time to simply lay on hay,
But here's a poem that'll make you smile,
And help you go that extra mile.
So now I bid adieu my dear friend,
For even I must keep up with the trend,
And wade into the booky muck,
But before I go, BEST OF LUCK!!

Cancer!

My favourite uncle has cancer!! :-(. And incurable. Last stage. I'm really sad because he was quite a role model to me. I guess it will stir to even more poetic heights! Please pray for him any1 if you read this. Yes, an atheist says this!

BetraYed

"Betrayed"

Now I am all alone,
Like a dog without a bone,
Missing you,
No heart to call home.

The void you left,
Grows so far large,
Never can I hope to fill it,
For who can take your place in my heart?

You had said you loved me,
And would be with me forever,
Yet you left me,
When I needed you the most...

We were so close,
No matter how far,
I always trusted who you were,
And nothing else would have mattered..

But now I see a bit clearly,
For the haze is starting to lift,
And not even a hug or a kiss,
Was that letter your last gift?

Shapes fade into view,
And an endless tunnel beckons,
The maelstrom soothes my heart,
And pieces of me don't seem to fit.

I had thought you were special,
And would have pulled out stars from the skies,
But all you had were lies,
And you're etched onto my heart,
Where alone and unimportant I wither and die.......

Loneliness

The first verse has been taken from 'Forsaken'

Here I sit all alone,
Like a forsaken without a home,
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
And lies and hate I used to hope,
Hope for some new fortitude,
But all I seek now is soltitude.

Lost have I my faith,
For lies are all it has shown,
And an atheist now I pray,
for deliverance from bodily bondage.

Longed have I for some joy,
And not too much to hope, some peace.
But dashed to pieces that desire
Has been, like the inner fire.

Trust some do,
Deceived they are,
Love some do,
Fooled they are,
Lost are lovers,
Stuck in the web of bondage.

To each his own!
The only motto that works,
For compassion and friendship are lost,
And like a few drops-
Can never be found in this ocean of selfishness!

Oh the worthless living!
Feelings ruthlessly killed,
The dull day giving way to eternal dark,
And the light-seekers are extinguished...

Come take us now death!
For noone cares for farewells,
And all alone I depart.......

My valentine's day poem.

Life cannot imagined without you,
You are the most beautiful that is true,
Even though you're a million miles away,
In my thoughts right next to me you stay.
And on this day, a lover's shrine,
For the very first time,
I, truly yours, asks to thine,
And any answer you give shall be fine,
O [name], will you be my valentine?

Forsaken

Here sit I, all alone,
Like a forsaken without a home,
Lost in this labyrinth of life...
Love noone does me,
Hate who does not?
And indifference is as commonly shown,
as eggs of a maggot.

Friends did I once have,
Loyal and faithful they seemed,
But blinded my eyes were,
And now the sweet dream has been preened....

Love did I a girl once,
O most beautiful and innocent!
But mute was she to my overtures,
And let down was I by my queen!
She told me we were best friends,
And I fell for her rap,
But its only a wicked gameplan,
Never fall for that trap!

For if you are snared,
Be aware, dreamer!
Siphoned off you will be,
Your secrets and treasures,
For good measure,
till dry as the Gobi you seem.

And when you ask to be reciprocated,
From the one who seems is yours,
Laughed and scoffed at you will be,
Till your heart turns to stone!

And then wisdom does dawn,
That you're acting like a dumb fawn,
And as you turn away,
You can never again be gay.
And the all-consuming void,
That has been made in you by the one,
Numbs you, Encompasses you,
And you, a withered being,
trundle on into nothingness........

My sudden urge for poetry.

I've suddenly felt an urge to write poetry, and with the recent events in my life making me a lil' bit emotional and sentimental, writing it seems so easy and natural. So like from the next post the poetry begins.....get ready for and exciting, introspective, and maybe even comic ride!!