Good Souls Are Forgotten

am lost.

Losing track o' my life,

Losing me.



I don’t know me,

Where I belong is mystery.

My life seems big,

Big, so it forgets the small blessings!

Blessings of an aged time, when

Small gifts would adorn my ways,

Sunshine smiles lit up my days!



My Todays struggle for an identity.

Charms fallen into deep misery..

These smiles show mockery,

These praises hint jealousy!

Tiny memories are buried underneath,

Loved ones are left afar..

Blooded rains flow ajar.



This phase is tough,

Life's short on luck!

Bad's in fashion..





Good souls are forgotten,

Good souls are forgotten.

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The Human Humdrum

One world,
One God,
One blood- Red.




One government,
One 9/11,
Survival.




One nation,
One cricket match,
Countless prayers.




One cross,
One faith,
Infinite believers.




One country,
One leader,
Pride and honour.




One woman,
One man,
Love.




One frown,
Ten smiles,
Emotions.




One job,
First salary,
Deep contentment.




One temple,
One hundred beggars,
Ten coins.




One stolen car,
Two thieves,
Confusion.




One cigarette,
Five drags from five mouths,
Friendship.




One father,
One son,
A happy Sunday afternoon




One birthday party,
One cake,
Twenty hungry kids.




One crayon,
Several pieces,
Childhood.




One chocolate,
One chocolate smudged mouth,
Innocence.




One girl,
Umpteen lipsticks,
One dream.




One algebra class,
2.40 P.M,
Forty snoring kids.




One day,
Two exams,
Graduation.




One falling star,
Five wishes,
None true.




One man,
Three women,
Infidelity.




One bread,
Seventeen mouths,
Hardships.




One gathering,
One crisp remark,
Riots.




One river,
Seven cities,
One stop.




One sun,
A thousand billion souls,
One illume.




One flower,
Serene bloom,
Perfume.




One planet,
Seven continents,
People.




One globe,
A hundred billion faces,
Identity.


One body,
One soul,
One life.




One race,
Some faiths,
One truth- Death.

                                                

                                                                                                                    

Exam blues!

                                                                                         
4.25 am: I am happily driving through the beautifully winding roads of Naini. Green and serene beauty.. What bliss!

                                                                     

4.30 am: Dang! Wtf is that sound! This noisy bugger of a birthday tune.. Here, in the middle of this green !??             
                               

                                                             
4.32 am: A phone on vibration repeating and re-repeating the most vexatious 'Happy Birthday' instrumental ever. My alarm.

4.32 am, some seconds: A jolting start with a beautiful dream stopped dead. The first thing i wake up to in the morning is the sound of my stomach- Deep churning growls, loud enough to give me a jump start!

4.35 am: The next thing i realise is that it wasn't a poor woman's stomach after all, but the old ceiling fan of my room which had come to an abrupt slow motion while doing its normally electrified rounds! It was sadly running in a crummy way producing such sounds that resembled a crying-dying factory!

4.36 am: Unsure if i was yet fully up.
4.37 am: Still deciding.
4.40 am: Dozed off sitting lopsided on the bed.
                                                                     

                                                                  
4.45 am: Alarm snoozes again. A terrible history exams faces me in the wake of this terribly unpleasant morning!

4.46 am: Is when i realise that my stomach too had, however, been playing an important role all this while and the sounds DID really happen, for I'd been hungry all night. Finally wake up at 5.00 from a jiffy of a sleep(read, 2.5 hours), eyes still heavily laden with sleep, and an unsatiated mind craving for heaps more! Following a quick scan of the room, sit down to mug up my remaining answers without bothering to wash my eyes. Or even cleanse my stinking mouth! Continue mindlessly mugging up as many answers as i could, with not the slightest hint of what exactly i was cramming!

Mugged 'em up till 8.15.

                                                             
5.00 am- 7.25 am: Frequent breaks in the middle include those of inhaling air(read, breathing), running an aimless finger through my untidy mass of hair, rubbing my eyes to ward off some remaining sleep, trying to widen my eyes in between so i could read more than i was being able to, some angered curses at the sight of my peacefully sleeping roommate, and damn! Some utterly inane staring at the pink plastered walls( slyly appreciating my photographs pasted there! :P)

                                                   

7.25 am : Suddenly see two orphaned sheets of paper raising their sly heads from beneath my study table. What on earth is that!? I wonder. Bend down to pick them up. Wrinkle my nose at the sight of some thick, muggy dust. Title reads: "Westward expansion of 17th century Holland." Wtf! My missing assignment finally found its way back?

                                                     

7.35 am: Ugh. More ugh. A quick glance at the cellphone tells me I'm already running outta time. Precious time running outta my non-precious hands(the same chubby hands that had never written a class assignment all year!)

P.S: The missing tutorial belonged to a friend, if that's something your wondering. :P

7.35 am, some seconds: Realise that the titled topic was something of a jackpot. A question that's repeated every year in the University! I continue making heartless attempts at reading it. Deep inside i KNOW I'm never going to make it.

7.58 am: Oh darn! Already 8!

8.00 am: Still lapsing into worry.
                                                       

                                                                    
8.02 am: The phone rings and there's Carrie Underwood loudly banging her voice to Cowboy Casanova. I wanna shake a leg.. Yeah baybeh!!
          

                                                                 

8.02 am, some seconds: Hey Maa, I've an exam. Starting in another 40 minutes. Hafta rush. Something important? " Hello beta. Did you wake up on time? And have you had breakfast yet? What about the heat? Is it bothering you too much ... " Maa, anything else? " No no.. er, and you were saying you're having eggs.. ??" Mom! Not eggs. EGXAMS!! %^&*$* Bad signal. The line thankfully disconnects.              

                                                

8.06 am: I Rummage quickly through my study table for my belongings: Pencil box, notes, extra pens, hand towel, wrist watch, ruler.. (lol!)

8.07 am: Further rummaging through my wardrobe for a decent set of clothes

8.09 am: Staring puzzled at my heap of clothes.

                                                 

8.09 am, some seconds: More staring.

8.10 am: Still hunting for clothes.

8.10 am: Finally, zero down on a pair beige shorts and a navy blue Tee to don me and my European history exam!

8.11 am: My roommate goes: You ain't bathing?

8.11 am: Er, no. Noohh..! ( Gawd! someone save me the embarrassment!)
                                                              

                                                               

8.20 am: Gotten fully dressed by now. Yes, i did brush my teeth, but my bad routine allowed me no poo! Also wetted my hair to give the impression of a shower. Stupidly clever! :P

8.21 am: Oh I'm feeling giddy-ish! My brains cannot comprehend the present state of events. Guess I'm hungry. But sadly, have no access to food considering we don't get any breakfast here. I decide to quickly shove some GoodDays into my mouth. The biscuits should hopefully work my hapless tummy. :(

8.22 am:Need a revision. Have forgotten everything from last night! Feudalism, Colonial expansion, Crisis of the 17th century, Sceintific Revolution in England, Italian Renaissance.. Oh wait! When did Spain decline?

           Realise i was clutching onto my bed, when my nails finally began hurting the naked skin of my palm. Sweating profusely, my clueless mind decides to take some rest on its own.

8.25 am: Some good deep breathing( this time real breathing!) miraculously calms me down. My roommate, who is up by now, brings me back from my trance and frantically urges me to hurry.
                               

                                                     

8.25 am: A wide eyed me 'zealously' throws back my hair in rage. "Exam! I'm gonna do you. AND, do you well. You geddit!"  .. emerges a loud, shuddering cry from my throat: Methods of self encouragement. Only those who never study should attempt a try. Not meant for intelligent nerds. :D

        

                                                                   
8.26 am: Great. I feel great! Oh i feel so sublime. Oooh! Heavy weights just got lifted off me, you see! :P

                                                                   
8.27 am: Receive the call of my friend who tells me he's waiting at my back gate. Another one who tells me to hurry. Another one to shake me from my trance, this time, the 'zealous' one! Lol ..!

8.28 am: I draw another deep breath- a long stretched one, which lifts the cover of my nostrils. My roommate tells me i look devastatingly horrid. :D

8.28 am, some seconds: Quickly pack my belongings up. Stop at the table praying to Lord Hanuman to kindly grant me strength to fight the blues of another dreadful exam. Lord Hanuman rather chooses to keep mum.

                                                                         
8.29 am: Trudge the three whole winding flights of steps down my room. Slow and deliberate. Each step tells me it is unable to bear the weight of my 44 kilo body and the drab looming mind it supports.

                                                                                                                              

8.30 am: Step out in the open. Finally see the light of the day- the beautiful sun resplendent in all its glory. So much so that it dazzles the eye and hurts. :P

                                                                  
8.30 am, some seconds pass: A mind full of fear, trouble, anxiety, lethargy, and great regrets for having wasted another year into not studying! AND, not making proper assignments so they sneak their dodgy faces at the end moment and make me nauseous..
                                                          

                             Life! As I know it.