will it?

will it be the end of me, now that I gave him the fire

or the end of my way, torn apart n poked for the fire;

will it be the stop for me, now that I gave him the wheel

or my fears will be set in motion, tortured for the wheel.

will it be my Crucifixion, for I gave him the Ichthys

or the shatter of my blood, so much for the Ichthys;

will it be the hatred, for I gave him the evolved Ichthys

or the barbs for blasphemy to give the evolved Ichthys. 

will it be a disease on me, for I gave him the power to cure

or the flame of sin on me, for giving him the skill to cure;

will it be my foolishness, for I gave him the power of love

or the absent trembling, not a fear with his power of  love. 

will it be my betrayal finally, since I taught him to think

or the disappointment, it will end the only way, to think.

will it be an obvious pattern, for I show him my Numbers

or the anger, when the strings end, based on my Numbers. 

will it be far enough for him, I know it just as a split blink;

or the rise and fall, for the new strings, another split blink.

just another day

these are just some casual lines on yesterday, which was another random day with lots of fun.. 

it was too much laughter and hence I thought of scribbling some words.. be wary of my exaggeration of facts, though!

the day began with his call, at ten thirty

that is way early for a Saturday, for me

I put up with it if food is concerned, 

double bonus, homely and Ethiopian.

blocks away, she held a tentative PT Cruiser

knowing not, what the Chrysler had in store,

as two good people plunged into the menu,

they are gems not solely for food n falooda

rollicking with my first set of titans in morning

she picked me up  to join the other two,

making fun of everything, everyone we all  slid

when I don’t give directions, all has to be well.

when she wants to drive, don’t stand on her way

no gps, no freeway, series of escaped orange lights

a brush with the cop, 60 mile jitters and runway, 

crazy, but she doesn’t believe us, she drives well.

Solomon said, ‘a time and place for everything’

obviously a weekend Walmart, never his issue

ikea, illusionary costco, city tour, hunger writhing

we returned for dinner, called it a mini adventure.

he/she put so much into the dinner, we just couched

quietly they prepared what was a hearty dinner

as we munched through all, blessing all they made

it was great, everyone is, but this was a little more. 

food, and then we dived into the Settlers Of Catan

multiple Sevens, for all of us served as the Satan

aborting after a boisterous/dreary three hours

falooda and at 2 in the night, we merrily dispersed.

she drove, I drove, always a big deal for newbies, 

as he/she served us an excellent day, much thanks 

my other velvet comrades had a blast, elsewhere

alone, one or the other, life is good, wherever however.

so I met Steve Ballmer

I know a post like this rarely makes sense without the funny snap, where the celebrity is nauseous, the host is excited and the person clicking is a stranger or a furious friend. but the snap was not to be.

I was having some food at Chipotle, with a couple of my friends. When we entered, there was no queue at all. We ordered our bowl and settled down along with soda. A couple of minutes and the queue increased, and second last among 20 people or so, Steve Ballmer was standing. My friend, yelled to me, ‘looks like STEVE BALLMER.’ I lifted my head and had a look, and there he was.

I said, ‘Hey Steve.’ to confirm, and he acknowledged back with a "Hey" from the queue. We consciously didn’t stare at him.

A couple of people with Microsoft Jackets were right behind him, chatting and they took a snap. We felt like getting up, disrupting the queue and getting a snap. But thought, let us get hold of him, when he finishes the TO GO order. So he stood for 10 minutes in the big queue, ordered his food for the kids in his car (Black Range Rover) outside.

As he paid, dropped some charity coins and was leaving, we deserted our table. Checking his email, he hit the pillar ever so slightly when he turned back, and recovered. We cut him on his way out. My friend shook hands with him and said, “Hi Steve, I work for the Windows OS Group.” He said, “Nice, Nice, Nice” in a rushed smiling manner. I said, “Good to see you. Can you please share a snap with us?” as he approached the door. And there it was, “I am really in a rush to get food for my kids. I am sorry.” He rushed off in his car, driving by himself, talking on the cell.

“Maybe we should have interrupted the queue, or joined it, or asked him again, or caught him earlier, or went outside, or persisted, or done some damn thing just for the stupid snap.” We joked continuously.

No mad rush of people, no one went crazy, no one stared like they have spotted an alien, no one in the queue was flustered to squeak and offer him an advance for the 10 minutes, the counter people were sane, the cashier exchanged some smiles without any bungee jumping, the people had an occasional glance, there was no chauffer, and nothing abnormal happened in the 15 minutes. I cannot assure even one of the above things, if it was India and even for a lesser celebrity.

snap or no snap, like the millions around the world, just the meeting gets out a blog post on a good Sunday, when I had no plans of writing one.

I just like…

i just like the vicious hardening rain, 

hitting my window sills with a pain;

 me to brood and draw on the pane

for the calmness in me to feel insane..

i just like the wavering of the trees,

yielding to gushing steps of breeze;

bent on hitting me, get me to freeze

for me to break down, so cold, jeez..

i just like to curl up into the pages,

as lightning bolts into the blue ages;

shivering, i am ensnared in her cages

I feel trapped in the fortress of Mages..

i just like to walk away from her eyes,

to think alone, and let out those sighs;

what if I am engulfed in the same highs

and cannot escape to fly  on these skies..

i just like to pull closely, my blanket,

cuddle up with my pillow’s  silhouette; 

what if I feel alone, as agonies ricochet 

closing my eyes, the voice i anticipate..

i just like to keep going  through the day,

motor along, till i have a strength to say;

begin, rise, rest, escape as the waves may

i just like to keep going through the day...

i just like to be happy, what if it is so on my own,

i just like to be happy, even though you have grown;

i just like to be happy, with the affection you have sown

i just like to be happy, what if it is so on my own...