Thursday, July 17, 2008

Deloitte! Hyderabad.

My first post in Hyderabad!

Thursday, January 18, 2007

The Tramp

I stand dazed, the swirling dust leaving me in a trance.
The road lay winding down the hill with no end in sight;
Still, the rocks impede my vision and the strain becomes seething.
I'm suffering, the pangs of guilt will forever bother me,
Retribution stares at me in the face and I've nowhere to hide,
I'll have to make one last stand but pragmatism advises otherwise.

The earth beneath me is muddy and the muck reeks of shame;
Contempt's my fellow traveller and forever it shall be,
The ways of the world are for sure fettered to bigotry,
My vows remain unfulfilled and I'm left to rue my failed endeavours.
Overhead, the azure roof's suddenly lost its sparkle,
As much as my withered existence which has forgotten all traces of vivacity.

The past comes flooding back
And the deluge threatens to drown the future;
Here, I cling on to a dinghy of the present.
The waters are dark and deep , abound in treachery and deceit,
So I must steer my ferry to safety,
But the harbours of hope are too few and shrouded from my vision.

The path lay untrodden before me;
And I'll have to grope my way through the all-encompassing darkness.
The perils are hitherto unknown
And there's no beacon of light to guide me.
Adversity is prevalent , but I must endure them all
For my life is a journey with no way-side inns to look forward to.

Morbid sights are to there to behold and shudder at,
Fountains of joy are but rare occurrences .
The clear springs of reason have long dried up
And thirst is an ever-increasing comrade.
I shut out my hazy vision in desperation
But my mind's still entwined in the tentacles of time.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Fed up 2 say d least......

this post comes from a truly psyched up soul which's been thoroughly outdone by d vagaries of d most fiendish degree that a person cud land up wid........yes, dat truly sums up engg.... Aaargh! d very word itself's now spoiled my mood.....i was warmin up 4 some really cut-throat stuff 2 write on abt dis deathtrap but i've been put off by my own damning thoughts on it!!.....Creepy, isn't it?... n wot more shud u xpect from a sleepy soul in front of d PC who's already in dreamland....... still confused,huh?.... well, go 2 sleep,my dear friend.......

Thursday, August 31, 2006

dat woz one crappy post....even then,i'll let it remain so coz i luv tennis....

Monday, June 12, 2006

The Dream Lives On..not shattered though!!

Roland Garros'06 is over n with it, one more tense year of waiting for Roger Federer 2 claim glory..!! I cudn't believe my eyes when i saw d spanish matador Nadal coming back from a set down in the final...He's a vastly improved player from d rookie whom v saw last year..! Even though he's a fighter n a grinder, due credit must b given 2 him...dat 60 match winning steak is unprecedented in d course of clay court history !! Looking at d form he's shown all thru d clay court season, i seriously suspect he can come gud in d grass tournaments also..already he's beaten Roger on hard courts..now d one remaining is d grass court n i pray dat never happens, of course !! I'd been counting on Federer 2 win d French all thru last year after his loss 2 Nadal in d semis last year.. come sunday, n i fully expected d Swiss Sorcerer 2 deliver ......but fate had other things in mind !!
Come what may, i'll surely b rooting 4 d Maestro next year also....after all, he's d gr8est of our era..... to think of Nadal as his nemesis is too damning a thought ! I'm sure he'll b better prepared next time n overcome d Demon of Clay ..really i think this suits Nadal more than d title King of clay coz he's such a vicious fighter ! I wish federer won't end up like Sampras with d choker on clay tag attached to him throughout his otherwise chequered career. Meanwhile , July 9th is gonna b a special day ..wimbledon final n d soccer WC final.. seems i've got my hands full !! As for Wimbledon, i don't have d slightest doubt..hehe ,but football's a lot unpredictable !! Coming back 2 tennis, ....way 2 go Fed !! The Roland Garros Dream Lingers On For Another Year ......................

Thursday, June 01, 2006

i' m back

weeell.. i'm back... n i'm alive n kicking after a self-imposed hiatus of 2 months...now i'm gonna b serious n use my blog 4 some productive purposes...really bigtime plans..u'll know in a while...meanwhile tis exam time 4 me n i'm just waiting 4 these goddamn events 2 get over ! 1 more week n then i'm a free bird...

Thursday, March 23, 2006

The Light Of My Life (A poem...I can get philosophical at times.!)

Alas,even a miniscule drop of the warm rain,
Which pelts down remorselessly on this scorched and barren earth,
Lacks any warmth,emotion and compassion.
But She had it all,thouch in abundance,
Blessed by the Hand of Fate,
And fashioned by Destiny,
Which has brought to a screeching halt,
The aspirations and endeavours of many a gaping heart.

She was a sight to behold,grace personified,
Full of life,every breath of air she took,
Filled the air with fragrance and freshness.
She was the cynosure of all eyes,
Described as a gift from Heaven to the reeking earth,
To return it to the lively paradise it once had been,
To be the place of her birth and her homeland.

The sky stretched plain and wide,in an endless blue streak,
Can't match the sea of compassion in her heart,
Which can drown all the hatred and evils of the world.
The ever-swaying emotions of that good-natured heart,
Outshines the cold breeze,
Which marks the end of summer and onset of autumn
With its capacity to overwhelm the air
And the warmth of her heart can melt even the coldest of hearts.

There she is,gazing into the distance like a lost kid,
Carrying the weight of many a loving heart in her own
While whistling a tune,which makes a thousand eyes
Turn towards her,ready to dissolve in it forever
As she sets foot on the now muddy earth.
But even the mud can't stain her tender skin or her white pristine clothes.
Her black strands of hair dance in the breeze,
Spreading the fragrance of Love in the moist air.

Rain,the perpetual spoilsport,couldn't do anything,
To take away the glory of her appearance,as it gradually died away,
Making way for the benevolent Sun
To beam down his warm rays of light on the heavenly setting.
She,unspoiled by the rain,reached a lush green meadow,
Which stretched far and wide with many sheep grazing at will.

She was absolute poetry in motion,
Lending a mystic presence to the whole setting.
I watched dumbstruck,as she came along
And asked me to permit her to play with the mischievous little sheep.
I bowed to her giving her my permission,
To which she responded with a cherubic smile
And shook my hand and went away gaily.

I sat dazed,feeling the warmth of her presence all over me,
Engulfing me in a deep maelstorm of emotions,
From which I was sure I couldn't recover.
She played with the sheep,sang them songs
Which along with the harmonious air produced heavenly music
That resonated in my love-torn heart.
I gazed at her as if in a trance,
A trance from which I never wanted to recover.

I didn't know that time was slipping away,
Announcing the arrival of dusk,
Which was going to be the most heart-wrenching moment in my life,
Though I didn't know it then.
She came to me to thank me,once and for all,I should say,
And then she turned away,going home in the enveloping darkness.
At that moment,I knew it was the last
I would see of her,unless....

I ran to her and led her to her house.
As she turned to open the gates,I knew
'Twas the most important moment of my life.
Fate,the ever benevolent lady,provided me with a golden opportunity.
I asked her the question,that all important question,
The answer to which decided the answer to my Life.
I stammered,at which the dark clouds in the night sky
began to roll away making way for the pale Moon,
To shine all Her radiance upon us.

I gathered my new-found courage to continue;
When I stopped,the darkness engulfed us again.
But she shone,like a million stars,to give that answer
Which would be the crowning moment in my life.
I took her hand,squeezed it gently to suggest my feelings.
But she slipped her delicate hand from my cold grip,
Smiled at me,opened the gates,went in
And closed the gates upon me.

Then,I heard a deafening thunderbolt roar in the distant black mountains,
But none could match the one which hit my heart.
I was desrted by all,
The gracious Moon,the ever-benevolent Lady Fate
And finally by my own Love.
I was doomed,for the rest of my life.
I knew it then as I trod down the long winding path,
To the meadows,in darkness,the light having gone out of my life,
To my sheep.
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Deep Enigma