ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾ - Hotel California (Kannada)

 [Here's a vague translation attempt of 'Hotel California' by Eagles into Kannada. Link to original video of live performance from 1977: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09839DpTctU ]

೧೯೭೬ ರಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಡುಗಡೆಯಾದ ಜನಪ್ರಿಯ ಈಗಲ್ಸ್ ಎಂಬ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ವಾದ್ಯವೃಂದದ ಜಗತ್ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ದ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾ ಎಂಬ ಹಾಡಿನ ಅನುವಾದದ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ]

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ಮರುಭೂಮಿಯೊಂದರ ಕರಾಳ ಹೆದ್ದಾರಿಯೊಂದರಲಿ 

ತಂಪಾಗಿಹುದೆನ್ನ ಶಿರವು ತಂಗಾಳಿಯಲಿ 

ಅದೇನೋ ಮಧುರ ಸುವಾಸನೆಯೊಂದು 

ಮತ್ತೇರಿಸಿಹುದು ತಂಗಾಳಿಯ ಜೊತೆಬಂದು 

ದೂರದಲಿ ಕಂಡಿಹುದೆನಗೊಂದು ಬೆಳಕು, ಮಿನುಗುವ ಬಣ್ಣ 

ತಲೆಯಾಗಿಹುದು ಭಾರ, ಮಬ್ಬಾಗಿಸಿಹುದು ಕಣ್ಣ 

ಆಗಿಹುದಾದಾಗಲೇ ಅಹೋರಾತ್ರಿ 

ಇಲ್ಲೇ ತಂಗಬೇಕೆಂಬುದೆನಗೆ ಖಾತ್ರಿ

ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಹೊಸ್ತಿಲ ಬಳಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದಳಾಕೆ 

"ಆಗಲೇ ಗಂಟೆಯ ಸದ್ದೊಂದು ಕೇಳಿಸಿದ್ದೇಕೆ?"

"ಇದು ಸ್ವರ್ಗವೋ ನರಕವೋ?", ಮನದಲೊಂದು ಶಂಕೆ!

ಅಷ್ಟರಲೇ ಬೆಳಗಿಸಿದವಳೊಂದು ಮೋಂಬತ್ತಿ

"ಇಗೋ ಇದೇ ನಿನ್ನ ದಾರಿ" ಎಂದಳು ಕೈಯೆತ್ತಿ 

ಮುನ್ನಡೆದರೊಂದು ವಿಸ್ತಾರವಾದ ಕಾಲುದಾರಿ 

ಅದರುದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ಯಾರೋ ಅಂದಂತಿತ್ತು ಬಾರಿ ಬಾರಿ - 

"ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾ ಗೆ ಸುಸ್ವಾಗತವು ನಿಮಗೆ 

ಸುಂದರ, ನಯನ ಮನೋಹರ ಜಾಗದ ಒಳಗೆ 

ಪ್ರಿಯ ಮುಖಗಳೂ ಉಳ್ಳ ಜಾಗದ ಬಳಿಗೆ 

ಅಸಂಖ್ಯ ಕೋಣೆಗಳಿವೆ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾ ದಲ್ಲಿ 

ಬರಬಹುದು ತಂಗಲು ವರ್ಷವಿಡೀ ನೀವಿಲ್ಲಿ!"

ತಿರುಚಿದ ಮನವವಳದು - ತುಂಬಿಹುದು ಆಸೆ, ಸಿರಿತನದ ದರ್ಬಾರು

ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಜೊತೆಗಿಹುದು ದುಬಾರಿ ಮರ್ಸಿಡಿಸ್ ಕಾರೂ

ಜೊತೆಗಿರುವ ಸುಂದರ ಯುವಕರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಈಕೆಯದೇ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರಂತೆ 

ಬೇಸಿಗೆಯ ಬೆವರಿನ ಸುಗಂಧದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಅಂಗಳದಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕುಣಿದಂತೆ,

ಕೆಲ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗಳು ನೆನಪಿನಲಿ ಅಚ್ಚನೊತ್ತುವಂತಹವೂ, ಕೆಲವು ಅಷ್ಟೇ...ಸುಮಾರು!

ಅಂತೂ ಇಂತೂ ಒಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಇವರದೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾರುಬಾರು 

ಹೀರೋಣವೆಂದೆನಿಸಿ ಒಂದಷ್ಟು ವೈನು, ಕರೆದೆ ನಾ ಕ್ಯಾಪ್ಟನ್ ನನು ಮಧ್ಯ

ಆತನೆಂದ "೧೯೬೯ ರಿಂದಲೂ ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ ಸ್ವಾಮೀ ಈ ಮದ್ಯ!"

ಇಂದಿಗೂ ಆ ಹಳೆಯ ಧ್ವನಿಗಳಿನ್ನೂ ದೂರದಿಂದಲೇ ಕರೆಯುತ್ತಿವೆ 

ಮಧ್ಯರಾತ್ರಿಯಲೆಚ್ಚರಿಸಿ ಕಿವಿಯ ಬಳಿಯಲದೇ ಹಾಡ ಗುನುಗುತ್ತಿವೆ 

"ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾ ಗೆ ಸುಸ್ವಾಗತವು ನಿಮಗೆ 

ಸುಂದರ, ನಯನ ಮನೋಹರ ಜಾಗದ ಒಳಗೆ 

ಪ್ರಿಯ ಮುಖಗಳೂ ಉಳ್ಳ ಜಾಗದ ಬಳಿಗೆ 

ಅದೆಂತಾ ಸಂಭ್ರಮವು ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾದಲ್ಲಿ 

ಅದೇನೋ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯಗಳು ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಕ್ಯಾಲಿಫೋರ್ನಿಯಾದಲ್ಲಿ  

ಇದ್ದರೂ ಇಲ್ಲದಂತಿಹುದು ಅದೇಕೋ ಈ ಜಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ!” 

ಕನ್ನಡಿಗಳ ಸಾಲು ಮೇಲ್ಛಾವಣಿಯ ಮೇಲೇನು?! 

ಐಸಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಸುರಿದಿಹರು ಗುಲಾಬಿ ಶಾಂಪೇನು

ಯಜಮಾನನ ಕೊಠಡಿಯಲದಾಗಲೇ ಸವಿಯೂಟ ಅಣಿಯಾಗಿತ್ತು 

ಒಮ್ಮೆಲೇ ಅವಳು "ನಮ್ಮದೇ ಕರ್ಮದ ಖೈದಿಗಳು ನಾವಿಲ್ಲಿ' ಅಂದಂತಿತ್ತು 

ರಕ್ಕಸನೊರ್ವನ ಮಟ್ಟಹಾಕಬೇಕಾಗಿತ್ತು ಅದೆಲ್ಲದರ ಮೊದಲು 

ಉಕ್ಕಿನ ಚಾಕುಗಳಿಂದ ತಿವಿದರೂ ಸಾಯಲಿಲ್ಲ - ಬರೀ ರೂಪ ಬದಲು 

ಅದೇ ಕೊನೆಯ ನೆನಪು, ಓಡಿದ್ದೆ ಛಲಬಿಡದೆ ನಾ ಬಾಗಿಲಿನ ಕಡೆಗೆ 

ಹುಡುಕಬೇಕಿತ್ತು ಒಳಬಂದ ಕಾಲುದಾರಿ ಹೋಗಲು ಹಿಂದೆ ನಾನಿದ್ದೆಡೆಗೆ 

"ಶಾooooತಿ ..." ಎಂದ ಕಾವಲುಗಾರ ಇನ್ನೇನೋ ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದ ಕೊನೆಗೆ 

"ಬರಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದಷ್ಟೇ ನಮಗರಿತುರುವ ಕಾರ್ಯ, ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದ 

ನಿಮಗಿಷ್ಟ ಬಂದಾಗ ಹೋಗಬಹುದು ಆದರೆ ನಿರ್ಗಮಿಸುವುದಸಾಧ್ಯ ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದ!" 

ChatGPT, Idli and Carl Sagan!

ChatGPT and the debates about chatGPT are everywhere! So I thought "I'll have some fun with it too!"

Out of all the brilliant Carl Sagan quotes, I have a favourite: 

“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe” 

This looks so simple and even may seem meaningless at first instance but holds all the science and beauty of the universe in a poetic way. The more you think about it, the more it makes sense! This quote can even make you think about existential questions! 

Anyways, apple pie and all is too foreign! I don't relate to it. Idli is what I relate to! How about I give an Idli challenge to chatGPT? Can idli help us understand the universe? Can idli induce existential crisis?!

''What? How did idli suddenly come into the picture? Are you even making sense'' you might ask. Well, just read on. Let us have some fun! 

File pic of 4 idlis collectively wondering ''main aisa kyun hun?!''

Identity and the evolution of it - Borders and the absence of it! (A random blabber)

Identity is a strange thing! Isn't it? It broadens as your perspectives change and your identity is a totally different thing from someone else's perspective!

Long long ago, it was my first day of school in a village called Pattoor near our house. People asked me where I was from. ''Marlaje'', I told my house name to everyone who asked. Most people knew it because that was a tiny village with only a few houses and everyone knew each other. For those who did not know the house name I said, ''I'm from Patrame'', the village.

A few years later I went to a different school for my class 8. A bit far from my village - A town called Nellyady. Now ''Marlaje'' did not make any sense to others. Patrame did make sense to some people but a lot more had only vaguely heard about this village. So I had to add on descriptions - ''You know Kokkada? (another nearby town) Patrame is 8km from there''! That made people understand a little bit more but however many thought I was from Kokkada, because - where on the earth is Patrame?!

 

    (Speaking about earth reminded me of Carl Sagan - So squeezed this image here. Don't bother!)

A few more years passed and I joined the med school in a town near Bangalore called Tumkur. Suddenly I had friends from all over the country. They again asked me where I'm from - This time I couldn't start with Patrame or Kokkada - ''Near Dharmasthala'' I said. Most of my friends from Karnataka managed to get it as Dharmasthala is a famous temple town near my village. However, I had to go one step further and say ''near Mangalore'' to many North Indian friends as they had never heard of Dharmasthla. Despite that, I was just a guy from Karnataka, a Kannadiga for most of them! or maybe just a south Indian.

                (File pic of one famous Kannadiga explaining the exact GPS coordinates of his origins ;)


A few more years later I moved to Hyderabad, a city in a different state altogether. Not many knew Mangalore there. So I moved a bit further and explained Mangalore is near Bangalore in Karnataka (about 300km) and then they would get it! (Not to mention the Bangalore-Mangalore confusion).

Years passed. I moved to the United Kingdom. A country thousands of miles apart from India across the oceans. That I should say is a very different feeling altogether when you step out of your country for the very first time!
''Where are you from?'' many kept asking! ''Patr..Near Dharmasth...Mang...Ban...Kar...errrr'' my mind was drawing flowcharts and then the chak de India scene flashed in the mind and *Vidya Sharma* ''INDIA'' I said! That felt different. Very very different! I had never introduced myself like that before! Although few asked ''where exactly are you from, in India?'' for the vast majority I was just an Indian.
Although many had visited India, a lot more had just heard about this big colorful country and maybe had seen India on the media. ''Can you speak 'Indian'?'' many asked. ''Well, we have thousands of languages in India but 'Indian' is not a language'' I had to explain. I also made sure I gave some extra information about India and its diversity and encouraged them to visit India every time somebody asked this or anything about India! It felt so good! (Hey Indian tourism dept, hire me!;)

I recently was chatting with a taxi driver from Mozambique. He knew few bits about India and was asking me more about India and I was asking him about Mozambique as I had no clue how the country is. The pleasant articulate man had pearls of wisdom ''when you are outside your country, the country becomes your identity amongst all other things. People who had never been or does not know much about the country form opinions about the country based on your work and conversations with you. You are the true ambassador for your country!''. ''How true!'' I thought to myself. I don't really know what impression he had about India after the conversation but I had a very good impression about Mozambique!

(Some flight of ideas - Taxi reminded me of this awesome movie called Greenbook. Make sure you watch it. Ok back to the topic now!)

When you are outside your nation, for many, YOU represent the country. YOU are the nation! You are India for many! You are not a village, you are not a district, you are not a state, you are not north Indian or south Indian, or whatever in between! You are just an Indian and people often see INDIA through you! But for you, you are all that and much more when somebody calls you an Indian. Including those things  that are Indian that you don't associate yourself with when in India because you are from a different region, state, culture or whatever. Again, THAT, is a very strange feeling!

A few days ago I was watching this series on Netflix called 'one strange rock' which shared perspectives of astronauts who saw the earth from a distance. An earth without any borders! An earth that was completely unaware of the fact that it has so many imaginary boundaries called nations within it! I was just wondering how would the astronauts feel if some aliens turned up and asked them ''Hey, where are you from?!''

 Will end this blabber with few quotes!

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अयं बन्धुरयंनेति गणना लघुचेतसाम्

उदारचरितानां तु वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम् ॥

‘ayam nijah paroveti ganana laghuchetasam

udaracharitanam tu vasudhaiva kutumbhakam’ | A Sanskrit verse from Hitopadesha

-translates to-

'This is my own and that a stranger’ – is the calculation of the narrow-minded
For the magnanimous-hearts however, the entire earth is but a family’

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‘யாதும் ஊரே; யாவரும் கேளிர்;

“Yathum Oore Yavarum Kelir”
‘Every place is my home town; Everyone my kith and kin'

- A tamil poetry written about 2500 years ago by Kanian Poongundranar

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Epilogue:

''Hey alien!, We are from earth''
''What earth?''
''You know the solar system with that sun and other fancy planets surrounding?''
''Eh..Where?''
''You know Milkyway?''
''Hmmm..i think I have heard about it, where exactly is it did you say?''
''Oops!''
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Lame!

                           😐😐😐😉


I don't.

I don't write.

I don't write enough. 

I don't write enough due to the fear.

I don't write enough due to the fear of words.

I don't write enough due to the fear of words that sound lame.

I don't write enough due to the fear that lame words would be misunderstood as poetry.

I don't write enough because i don't want poetry to be misunderstood.

I don't write enough because i don't want poetry to be lame.

I don't write enough because i fear lame.

I don't know why i wrote this! Shame!

I don't know why.

I don't know.

I don't.

Team ER

Challenge the clock and count upto four
I've no clue what's coming in through the door!
Adrenaline is in our veins and we love it to the core,
"Oh! You've got coffee ? Get me some more!"

That old man who's gonna crash?
Or this angry young man who has got no cash.
A breathless kid or a broken arm
Anyone, anything, anytime is our norm.

When you fail to answer your airway's quest,
when you have got problems with your chest,
On our laryngoscopes thee tongue rest,
and to save you we try our best.

We have planned for every 'unplanned drill'
we are manned even when the rest comes to a still.
Even-though the task seems uphill,
Relax! we are here to help you; chill!

When your world hangs between heaven and hell,
when you can no more sniff the uncertainty's smell,
when you have none on whom you can dwell,
sit beside, we have got stories to tell!

Whoever you are, we are here to care
"Oh! You've got coffee? Can you please share?!"

Saving *more* lives is our everyday  theme
We do it best when we are a team!

rED Rhymes

                                   

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This restless dude (in triage) who's about to fly,
Got a new year gift, for a lie.
Can you hear him cry?                                                        
As if he's gonna die!
Ah! His girlfriend(?s) slapped him; sigh!
And yes! there's a rED eye.

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There's another on the bed.
Silent, but not yet dead.
To almost death he bled.
"Reserve blood and start CPR" we said.
As the family watched in dread,
with their eyes watery and rED,
Hope was the only thing common in our head!

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Here comes another guy; with a stye.
Wearing a pink, flowery tie.
As if he has just fallen from the sky!
We all gave him a try.
His eye too was rED and ours dry!
OMG! 'Bheja fry'!

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That old lady on bed no. 2,
Few good words are all we could do.
She has got a cancer and she knows it too.
Though she might die in a day or two,
She's happy looking at her grand-kid coo.
Her eyes rED, not one, two!

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Hmm! This lady on bed 9
Just wanted to hear that she's 'still' alive and fine!
While she was having her royal dine,
with a large cup of old brewed wine
(it seems) She heard a 'call' from the God, divine!
Her eyes weren't red; but was it really wine?

(Dedicated to the Department of Emergency Medicine)

Anarchy!

Yes, they were indeed flowers,
But without any colors.

They were afraid of the raging sun 
And those rays which looked like a gun.

They feared his monopoly and powers.
Afterall they were just flowers          .

They turned their faces away from him.
Just waiting to escape from the burning brim.

Some were in confusion still.
They knew that they can’t just kill.

Very few decided to stand up and block him with all their might.
They tried to hold the sun with their arms, tight.

Some even poked him in the centre – bright.
Behind them they wanted to ‘create’ a night!
but before the sun was out of sight.

I’ve no idea who’s right.
And I don’t have a camera which works in the night…!!

(Shot on 20/02/2012 @ SSMC Campus, Tumkur)

Facepalm!

I'm writing this because I've got a paper and a pen.
Although the mind said "Dude!, this is not how it's done!"

I said, "you are not the one;
Stop drawing margins with the gun".

Abstract ideas hinting something are on the run.
Or are they just bland thoughts having mindless fun?

There's this part of the brain which always thinks about the stars and the sun.
and also another part, undiscovered; which has allowed none.

From nowhere i hear a voice "You are rhyming for the sake of a rhyme!"
"Do you know that this is a serious crime?"

I'm back to my senses.
I seem to have committed a series of offences.

*Hears the siren of a police vehicle*

"Oh! Shit!"
"I quit!" ;-)

-ACP

A flash of thought..!!!

I've put a light, out!
Studies man, planning a night out.
Exam time, i've no doubt.
Unnecessary thoughts (like this) are bound to sprout.!

Being a book worm was my only intention.
This is just an incidental observation [inciedentaloma ;)]
Or just a wandering mind's detection.
But it may be far from rationalization.

That bright light acted a thermo (photo) stat.
OMG, did you just see that ?
For all those tiny friends on that wall, flat, (insects)
it was some kind of habitat.!

I swear i didn't know i was into this.
It wasn't intentional, was just a miss.
But for all those little ones there, it was a bliss.!

Huh ! Now what am i to them..??

I don't know how is this working.
All i know is one thing.
I had become something,
Somewhere out of nothing.

When you ignore everything around you with your burps,
May be thats the time when the world works..!!

I'm in my own world with my 'i'-pod.
But for them i had become a semi-God..!!!!

-ACP

ನಾನು ನಾನೇ ..!!?? Assertion as well as interrogation!

ನಾನು ನಾನೇ

ನನ್ನಿಂದಲೇ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬೇರೆಡೆಗೆ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿರುವೆ.
ಅತ್ತಲೂ ಇತ್ತಲೂ ಕೋನವಾಗಿರುವೆ.

ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ನಾನೇ , ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ನನ್ನಿಂದಲೇ.
ಬೇರೆಯಾಗಿ ಕಂಡರೂ ಶುರು ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದಲೇ.

ಬೆಳೆಯುವುದು ಅಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಸುಲಭವಲ್ಲ.
ಬೆಳೆದಂತೆ ನಾ ನಾನಾಗಿರುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ.

ಇದ್ದರೂ ನಾನಿಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನಗೆ ಕಾಣುವುದಿಲ್ಲ.
ನೀನೇ ಹೇಳುವಂತೆ ,ಹೀಗಿದ್ದರೆ ನಾ ನಾನಲ್ಲ.

ನಿರ್ದೋಷಿ ನಾ , ದೂಷಣೆಯು ಸಲ್ಲ.
ಲೋ ತಮ್ಮಾ ನಾ ರಾಜಕಾರಣಿಯಲ್ಲ.

ಇವೆಲ್ಲವ ಕೇಳಿ ನಾ ದೇವರೆನೋ ಎಂಬ ಶಂಕೆ ನಿನಗೆ.!
"ಇರಬಹುದೇನೋ"..?!! ಆದರೆ ನಾ ಅದೊಂದೇ ಅಲ್ಲ.!

ಮೂಢತೆಗೆ , ನಿನ್ನ ಮೂರ್ಖತನಕ್ಕೆ,
ನಾನೊಂದು ಬಿಳಿ, ಕಪ್ಪು ಚುಕ್ಕೆ.
ಎಂದೂ ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಇರುವೆ, ಕೇಳು ನಾನಾರೆಂದು.
ನಾನೇನೂ ಅಲ್ಲ , ಯಾರೂ ಅಲ್ಲ,ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಇರುವ ಸಣ್ಣನೆಯ ಬಿಂದು.:-)

--Apoorva Chandra

RomanZzzzz...!!! @ 8

Yess!! Romance is the word.
Untested, obviously not unheard.

Lemmi test it now, “literally”.
Adrenaline , come on! Flow liberally.

I need you now,
where do I start and how ?

A soft kiss or cuddle..?
Nah..!! Don’t wanna be a muggle.

Forget about the kiss of France.
I’ll try some magical romance.

This is where the fun begins.
Coz I really don’t know what it means (magical).

Enough.! Now jokes apart,
We sat on a cushion but 6 feet apart.

Hmm ;-) I’m trying it now.
“Abracadabra…Close your eyes, can you feel the love..?

She sunk in and asked “Yessss.!! But isn’t this illogical.??”
I had told her before, “it was magical”

Need a difference. I shouted “Don’t follow the herd”.
Coz I wanted to do something unheard.

She’s restless, pulled me close for the logical.
I was not seeing anything physiological..!!

She locked me close with her arm.
Oooooo..!! Am I having fever.? Ohh she is warm.!!

Stop.! I said, this is boring, this is what everyone does.
Didn’t want to travel in the same bus.

She showed her capacitance,
N I held up my resistence.

She attacked like a hungry shark
Now my spells didn’t work.

I shouted “please do no harm”.
Up on the bed, damn! It’s the alarm.

Gone is the night (Fright).
Got a message – We have class at 8 ;-)

--ACP

Shadows...!!!

They hate it when it's bright
In fact they just hate light
They just hide behind our height
They were never seen white
coz they never take it 'light'.
Reason simple, it ruins their might.

Thought they might like night,
but they are paradoxical, still out of sight.

Nights are just a greater part of them (we knew it)
Like roots of the tree and the stem.(they didn't know)

We thought they are happy to be small,
coz the greater part kills them all.

Now the night looks to be a scary tale,
but the shadows aren't even a fairy tale.

Every night makes them fall,
Sun comes and lifts them all
We thought even with the sun they had a brawl
An enemy giving a wake up call..??!!
Shamefully behind or ahead us they just crawl.

What they like is our presence,
coz it's the damn reason of their existence.
Even though in the night they don't care,
all the day long they want us to be there.
Doesn't that sound little unfair..?!

It seems their enmity is not with the light.
They want to end the monopoly of the night.
They want to start a fight,
but competition is pretty tight.

Thats the reason......

They rehearse everyday with us and the light,
thinking themselves to be right.
They want 'us' to block sun's sight.
They want to be big shadows but not night.!!!

Their dream under the sun is just a gas filled balloon,
coz they want 'us' to compete with the moon,
they are not letting us run,
in a false hope that we could resist the raging sun.

Consider we block the sun by full girth,
They never know that they'll take rebirth,
not as shadows, but as mighty nights on the earth.!!

Stem can't kill the root,
we can't just aim at the moon and shoot !!!!

--ACP
   12th june 2010 , 5.30 pm

Amazon and the Phoenix..!!!

I closed my eyes n looked at you,
The words are few and the feel is new.
I gazed up;upon the sun was the dew.
It would have got better, i never knew !

Far away that forest,
I thought was a place to rest,
Just like a bird's nest,
like an answer to the quest.

Something went rightly wrong,
it didn't take too long ,
for the mind to play ping pong.
Oh!! I felt like writing a poem or song..!

All green was the distant sight,
rustling leaves boasted their might,
countless trees reaching the height,
above all i wanted to fly my kite.

I entered the forest with 'Your' mind,
with my poem like blind,
but the forest wasn't kind,
there were no footprints left behind.

The poem became a word,
that could't be heard.
"Look out what's that bird.??"
n You think the above line is absurd.!

Sitting on the height,
staring so bright,
"look at his plight"
said the king of light.

Is this a forest or hell?
on the ground i fell.
Still i had learnt to spell,
"AAL IZZ WELL" !!

Where is the kite.?
Somewhere out of sight.?
Where there is no light.?
Or might have lost it's flight.

The Search is on,
deep into the Amazon.
When there'll be a dawn,
the light'll be born.

I want to be that bird,
Coz i don't want those lines to be absurd.
I want to fix,
Yess!! I want to be the Phoenix.:)

-ACP

The 'You' syndrome

Something very new,
A virus called 'You'.

For a moment i was lost,
n somehow became the host.

Reaction to the antigenic 'you',
The antibodies were in queue.

T-cells,B-cells n memory cells,
all were busy casting the spells.

Everything looked normal till then,
Nothing looked abnormal until when,

The macrophages never moved,
instead they just bowed.

Before them was Ag-Ab complex,
even for them it was bit too complex.

They couldn't kill or beat,
neither they could eat.

The virus grew in the brain,
The mind showed some strong sign.

Somehow i just love this virus being in me,
coz i would love the virus being a part of me.

Now i just want it to be non-pathogenic,
but nothing happens supersonic.

I'm damn sure n can bet,
there are no drugs to do that yet.

Days together i thought of a solution,
i know i can just wait n hope for a mutation.

I don't know the trasmission mode,
not even the genetic code.

The discovery is on,
n the belief,there'll be a new Dawn :-)

-ACP

The Dreamer

The sun is about to die for the day,
Here comes the moon who's about to stay.
Mind just entered a standby mode,
Wondering if at all there was a starry code.

The dreams just rose above the head,
Sounded affirmative and said,
"We don't want to be dead"
"We don't want to be dead".

They rose like a almighty phoenix,
with problems that i don't know how to fix.
May be it's as easy as few clicks,
But i'm yet to learn those simple tricks.

But dreams are just like gravity,
n Newton's apple is the positivity.
Here i go,i'm checking my intensity,
I'm worried becoz they have a kiss of relativity.

May be the answer again is a quest,
This may just be a test.
But like the bird in the nest,
I'm just hoping for the best.

Now the moon is about to die for the night,
Here again comes the sun,shining so bright.
It's time for me to change n set things right,
Carve steps on the hill n to reach the height.

Just wait till the night ,n back will be the moon,
just like the moon,The dreamer will be back soon :-)

-Apoorva Chandra
21-08-2009

The Oasis

A sailor is what i thought about me,
So a desert is where i'm not supposed to be.

I knew desert is not the place of Niles,
I still needed to walk miles.

Sand,sand n more sand is what is near,
Don't know how the hell to get outta here.

Still the glance of the sun i like,never knew how,
Faraway somewhere in the hike is the fountain of love.

Walked n walked,then on my knees i fell,
All i could do then is look up n yell.

Far in the north sand showed a shadow of cloud,
The wind roared to say "you'll be loved".

Sun was't looking at every corner,
The desert now wasn't that warmer.

I held my breath n ran through the sand,
Just to rest in the all new land.

Out there in a distance the sun didn't burn anymore,
n the earth was't hotter to the core.

Far in the end i found the green,
Oh yeah!! There,there the 'Oasis' is seen :-)

--Apoorva Chandra (7th june 2009)

The 'SO' called God like this-The 'SO' is ME ;-)

"In search of the so called GOD"

He may be the best,
But forever he's just the quest.

Someday you find the answer to the quest,
Now there is nothing left but the mist.

You continue the tracing,
Coz you just don't know where the hell [may be heaven ;)] he's staying.

You think he's playing,
But the typical 'He' might just be a saying..!

Often he keeps changing,
Reason so simple 'He' is not a thing.

Finding him is a never ending race,
Coz he never stays.

So for now the unanswered quest is Him.
But you find the answer n the place just grows dim.

That was Him n He grew dim,
Now you call the reason for that as Him.

Moved the time n passed the season,
Somehow you figured out the reason.

One more quest pops in your mind.
N you are again blind...! [As usual;)]

Infinite quests you can't sum up or total,
That's the very reason He's called" The Immortal" :-)


-APOORVA CHANDRA
28/04/2009
6.41pm

THE MUZIC

                                             THE MUZIC


Thoughts that enter the mind when it's blank is 'YOU'
You are the notes of my guitar which is brand new.

Donno the strength of the strings;not that i'm blind.
Just a scare to play it hard,somewhere in the mind.

Music is something which i'm unable to make.
But i'm happy "there's some sound which isn't fake..!

Still i don't think this as absurd.
Hope is still alive some day the music may be heard.

Whenever your sweet memory winks,
I just gaze at the strings.....
                .........N at my fingers too...:-)

                                                             --Apoorva chandra
                                                               1.03.2009

"???" is GOD

God,God,God.
People have gone mad.

What is he?How is he?
N how can he be?

Is he a teacher or a healer?
Nowhere lies the answer.!

Is he a mother or father?
Can you tell oh my brother?

Some say he's One.
Some say he's none.!

They shout n fight,
But noone knows his might.

Where does his power lie?
it ain't as easy as having a pie.!

But for all the things to be done ,
There should be someone,
n that's him n he's one!

Every quest has a quest has a question mark.
n every mark has a bend,
When u find answerrs till the end,
he is the reason for beyond the END...!

...."Keep answering the questions n at some point there wont be any answer for your questions and the last question mark is called "THE GOD",


                  --Apoorva Chandra with Faraz Ahmed inspired by clostridium tetani:-)

Peace is the answer

                                                   


                                          THE QUEST

There was a scream ,
no one new that it was end of their dream..!

There was a sound,
but was not sound
There came a light on the ground,
but it wasn't knowledge bound.

Lots died and lots cried,
some were even fried.

No place to hide,
no matter the side.

What makes man so blind...?
why can't he be kind to mankind..?!

                                                    -APOORVA CHANDRA
                                                     (This is my first poem in english)