O captain, my captain

(Addressed to Sourav Ganguly, captain of the Indian cricket team.)

O captain, my captain,

I sincerely wish the South Africans prevail in Mumbai, so that the BCCI
and all other ingrates will learn a good lesson, how wrong they were to
humiliate you.

The Reason for Life

The Reason For Life
26th October 2005

What more can I ask of thee, my friend,
only my panacea can cure me,
and she, only the Gods can to me grant.

Should I say how good she feels
I did not think that love could ever be for real.

When I'm with her winter feels like spring
Other than her love, I have no want for anything.

As long as she and I are together
Nothing else matters.

A dream come true, is she,
Braver than Athena, more beautiful than Aphrodite.

She lights up my world with her smile
She's what makes life worthwhile.

For a moment to, in my arms, hold her,
I would give up forever.

If we are together the universe will be just fine
When will the Gods make her mine...

The Prayer

This was a poem i wrote a couple of months back, and the first one I've written in Bangalore. I admit its partly out of a sense of disgruntlement.

Again, my personal views, no offence intended to any person or group.

Plenty more from where that came from! My next poem which I'll be posting shortly will be
on an infinitely more positive and pleasant aspect.

The Prayer
10th September 2005

Not doing anything in memory of him,
Not chanting archaic incantations all the time,
Not self deprivation in the vain hope of anything in future,
Not punishing oneself because of those we dont know for sure,
Not living in the threat of eternal suffering,
Not having to chastise oneself for one's yearnings,
Not being told what is to be done,
Not being fooled by those who claim to offer the son,
Living in truth, knowledge, peace and without fear,
Let this be my prayer.

Beware of search engines!

This post is about one of my experiences with the net.

*** WARNING: This is a SPOILER, if you plan to read Chetan Bhagat's
'One Night @ the Call Center'. ****
The protagonist aided by his friend and colleague search the name of,
.. well.., the anti-hero on Google and find a photograph which they
are able to use to expose his lie.

*** You can read on now... ****
While this was just a story, I agree that Google and other search engines
can turn up information, not always flattering.

A few weeks back, I wanted to know more about the author of a research
paper I had gone through, and casually typed the name in google,
expecting to find a link to a webpage on some university's site.
What it turned up was some database kind of thing, listing the
address, date of birth and academic records of this individual.

Curiosity killed the cat, yet I googled for the names of a
lot of my friends and acquaintances and came to know that one
of my classmates from college had registered on some matrimonial site.

As I mentioned these findings to a friend, he typed in my name.
While most of the links are relevant, it also turned up one comment
I had made about some news item, which I now think as too irrational
and immature. In my defence, I had made that comment, like,
half a decade ago.

In all this, I don't have the guts to search the name of the woman
I love on any of these tools.