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hello folks,

my blog has moved to http://rajanadar.com

thank you for visiting my blog. i have been writing so much non-sense, that i'm moving all of them to my personal site. http://rajanadar.com now on, all updates will be on my personal site.


yours truly, 
IQ 60 genius..

the translation

there's just something about lazy sunday afternoons..

the imaginary voice in my head has to come up with some ideas..

well, travesty of an idea, if it has to be translated...

there’s a script, a production, a business;

the direction, a transformation of arts;

from process to a celluloid to be seen;

a translation of idea to magic on screen.

there are steps, a name, and a movement;

an orchestra, tunes, harmonious figment;

the people, the grace, the flair, the hands,

a translation of order into music and dance.

there’s a noble thought, and the profits;

a funding, a research and there’s science;

endless moments, rights and the wrong;

a translation of enterprise to innovation.

there are trusses, patterns, the forces;

a design, a blue-print, the structures;

the architects, the lines, and the mesh;

a translation, dimensions to living monuments.

there’s a thought, a motive, the gain, highness;

an eccentricity, soliloquy, an inexplicableness;

the actors, the puppets, the butterfly effects;

a translation of a form from mind to the minds.

all along, there’s a start, an objective form;

a capital, so concrete, the obviousness;

a change, from routine to serene, subjective;

a translation, which just raises questions.

what if there’s a pattern, to be lived out;

a base work, already put down, abstracted out;

the stage is the world, we are acting out;

a translation, just to find the meaning of it all.

all the moments mean something, no matter what;

a translation they await, we'll never be aware!

nothing but friendship

I think this is my biggest scribbling so far…

back in my graduation years, my friend asked me to scribble something about friendship. in a way I had never done before.

now I was always taunted/dared by my friends to scribble on random stuff… like a pencil box, the pencil in the box, the drawing of the Donald duck in the box, the compass which was never used, the small napkin which was used in the box to hold all the content.. a school bag, a name-label pinned to the shirt, cork openers and what not! i scribbled shamelessly on each of these.. raw and lame.. as blatant as it gets…

after reading all that, they told me, I wasn’t capable of scribbling a huge huge huge, mushy mushy, poetically clichéd, grandeur sounding piece.. on a typical poetic subject… I said, “try me!” and they gave me a couple of subjects… one was ‘love’ and the other was ‘water’ I think..

that same week, my other friend asked me to write something on friendship.. and I thought why not. so here goes the humongous, giant, clichéd, lame, but still heart-felt words that I scribbled…

I don’t expect you to read it and even if you do, not without a lunch and tea-break. took a while for me, to get this e-copy from my 6 journal pages.

so here goes a big nothing..

friendship and friends are forever,

His noblest blessing and favor;

one of many gifts; rarest of rare,

we thank him to make life so fair.

forgetting to bless the flowers with a soul,

the chance of a sweetest thing denied;

gifted it to friendship; the pinnacle;

showering gems with elegance personified.

bond begins with unknown unseen countenances;

grows with the joyous n pleasing acquaintances;

so somber the heart and soul, in its absence;

grows fonder n fonder; so much in the presence.

the twilight of comradeship; begins to surge,

brilliance of twinkling stars; ready to merge;

hearts, thoughts n expressions then coalesce;

to accomplish nothing but the simple fragrance.

oozing with delight, begins the journey of friendship;

brightens every moment, guiding through hardship;

sharing the ups and downs, the heavenly solace;

memories of the close moments, come back as roses.

purity of morning dew; on the fresh grass;

and the silken touch of the velvet gaze;

playing puppy reminiscent of innocence;

the grace of sunrise and the sunset’s daze.

the feeling holds your hand, touches your heart;

the warmth to lean on and pick up your friend;

the passionate tenderly love of Motherhood!

o’friendship! what more a word do you need?

like the resting fragrance on hand giving the flower,

the scent of friendship stays around you forever;

feel it, touch it, sense it, always there in the breeze;

the charisma of this emotion is the greatest fetish.

fills the day with colors n absolute pleasantness;

turns the saturnine air into a satin fondness;

makes you rejoice on the divinity on the earth;

pensiveness n dejection, pepped up to sheer mirth.

leaves memorable sandprints in the passage of time;

any cold heart can be touched, by friendship sublime;

a moment of togetherness, cherish and treasure;

recollection of each, ahh! the utmost pleasure.

special is the relationship and the glorious bliss;

even siblings can’t fill in their moments missed;

know not, how time marches together in gratitude,

realize the painful delight, in my heart’s solitude.

what is it that bonds two unacquainted beings?

attachment, making us think of them every moment;

wishing they could be here, sharing every moment;

wishing they would be here, when we need them the most.

the silken thread of friendship binds two hearts;

assures you there is always someone to rely on;

a life long gem to be preserved and polished;

you know it’ll be there till eternity unfolds.

when the comforting grace begins to diminish;

and the soothing caress seems to be missing;

melancholy taking its toll, a friend is all you need;

momentarily there is none! that is agony indeed.

circumstantial pettiness, rise their necessary heads;

every friendship is trialed through minor menaces;

deep in you, you know the fragrance will call you;

entire act is just to re-realize the simple value.

giving its fair share in the delightful melodrama;

flourishing autumn of togetherness huddles;

exaggerated sweetness of joy after a trauma;

as friends exult in their ever loving cuddles.

when you need someone to talk to, to lean on;

a presence of the caring shoulder, you keen on;

when you feel alone, the spirits need a lift;

you know you have one; its ever so swift.

when you know, someone’s there to travel with you;

obstacles diminish on the way; sorrows then smile;

a gentle touch of comfort, drives away all worries;

golden moments, etched on as the timeless memories.

amazing is the healing power in the affection;

distances depression, better than the best – time;

majestic comforting touch of your dear friend;

amazing granule and aspect of the golden marble.

a delicacy is not a delicacy, which lacks some spice;

and is friendship dull, with no mischief n insanity;

down the line you always are the genuine friend;

little forgetfulness, lots of humor, adds to the beauty.

nothing can dampen it, it’ll keep blossoming;

refreshes the soul and lends the awesome swing;

we can bask in its glory and the jubilant sunshine;

a scene of playful lambs in tree shade – always fine.

in the fast paced life, where life moves so swiftly;

we miss affectionate embracing moments bitterly;

value of the time spent with loved ones, invaluable;

momentous pleasure is in friendship – the royal jewel.

time and time again, god has shown us the way;

call them Gandhi, or call them mother Teresa;

he sent them all; he sent gautam, he sent jesus;

and all of this for just a pure message for us.

flashing waves of friendship give us reasons to smile;

nostalgic yesteryear memoirs give us reasons to smile;

begins with gratitude n liking, roots that can be pulled up;

novelty becomes part n parcel of life – and first nature.

fabulous is the fantastic felicity.

rapturous is the rhapsodic raceme.

impinging is the iconic identikit.

ebullient is the excellent ecstasy.

nonchalant is the nice nocturne.

dashing is the dramatic dazzlement.

soothing is the solacing sanctity.

halcyon is the hugging harmony.

intimate is the immaculate inflorescence.

perfect is the praiseworthy premiership.

no matter what expansive words you use;

to describe the caliber of this emotion;

it is nothing but a simple heartfelt feeling;

an incomparable delight, a class of its own!

thousand words have put down a description;

the feeling, the touch, and the emotion;

each day brings a new experience to our liking;

that’s what makes this fairy tale, so striking.

men are mortal, but their ideas are immortal;

oceans of flowers depart, fragrance stays on;

time leaves us, eternity accompanies forever;

friends come and go, but a friendship stays.

infinite emotions attached, each moisten the eyes;

you know the intensity, when you experience realize;

there’s lot more to friendship; words can never forward;

lots more to it, best conveyed when just left unsaid…

o’lord, no matter what thou hath in store for me, in life’s haze;

always give me the strength to keep the smile on my friend’s;

here’s all my prayers dedicated to thee; to bless my friends;

joy and thousand reasons to smile, that’s all I ask for them.

all the hearts

i think this one is from my school days, though it doesn't really matter.. i don't know why i wrote like this, back then..

there were a few essays to be written on 'National Integration' and a couple of poems to be scribbled on 'Unconditional Goodwill'.. the essay on 'National Integration' got selected and was presented in 'Mani Bhavan' in Bombay, where Gandhiji seemed to have resided when in Bombay, back in his days.

but the piece of crumpled paper with these lines, stayed with me all these years..

so here goes nothing as usual..

don't stop till you win all the hearts

don't matter how hard are the fights;

don't ever tell them, about the nights,

till the first and last of the hearts.

won't kill you, just let go a while;

it ain't improving; till you shine,

can't give up; and let that happen;

don't turn away; even for a while.

can't go down;can't ever look away

don't say can't do; keep'em at bay;

chase the colors; king of the sea;

dare the landscape; that's the view.

never ever you break down and weep;

unless to make you stronger n deep;

never tell them the part ofyou; weak,

no one has clue as to what to seek.

it ain't matter in the end; nothing;

it ain't bothering anyone; everything;

burn, the might, silence and the lights;

n don't ever stop; till all the hearts!

that ignorance

last week or so, i was in India and i was reading my scribblings from junior college and also stumbled upon some snaps.. it just reminded me, of how i was back then..

i sometimes think why i don't stumble randomly into one of those people.. with people constantly saying 'small world', i am sure they are lurking around close by..

on my flight, the girl sitting in front of me had an uncanny resemblance to one of my college friend..

but i am sure she wasn't her, as this girl was korean. when we spoke, she told me her name and that she was from some place sounding like, 'dungeon'...

i have no idea how to spell her name or place, and i feel nasty.. i am sorry for that.. (now don't ask me how/why my college friend looked korean?)

it put me back onto the thoughts of my college years... it kept reminding me of how i was..

sometimes.. just weird things trigger some scribblings.. this is one i scribbled on my flight...

of the years speeding like the road side;

of the things falling in place, who knew,

of all the care, or the lack of it beside;

of all the love, that'll break n make you.

of an event till it happens to you,

the context, till you in the loop;

silence till you know how it sounds,

of rediscovery, how you were once.

the search, only when you tumble it dawns,

only the compulsion makes you see, a pause;

of things simplifying, how much you hope;

weird epiphany though you are not that type,

maybe it is just awesome; to the extent;

all the weaving around us; we are ignorant;

so much that it tangles; when you try to think more n more;

untangles if you let go; and just be the best of who you were..

a beginner's scribbling

i came across some delightful little (for me...for you, annoying/obnoxious/indifferent) scribblings of mine, from my school/college years..

tidbits of hand-written paper hidden in more tidbits of paper... zero treasure

some of the school ones could get me incriminated.. so i'll chuck those for now..

the following is something i scribbled for my college magazine (yes.. actually published) when i was in my first year of college.. (roughly around 65 million years ago, when the Tyrannosaurus were still a nightmare to the cats around)

it is one of my favorites, for 2 reasons.. 1. it pretty much summed up my ability to scribble and annoy you....

so here goes nothing as usual...

don't mistake me as a poet,

and i know not how to write;

with pen & paper in my hand,

i just scribble for delight.

i've heard of many poets,

experts at writing verse;

like them, some do good humor,

like me, some get simply worse.

therefore before writing the poem,

nothing natural comes to my sight;

and by writing this poem,

i just give my mind a flight.

i want to write something inspiring,

i want to write something cheerful,

but the thought of exploring ideas,

has made my heart so tearful.

i want to write something funny,

but i know not how to start;

thinking about a beginning itself,

has torn my tiny brains apart.

now i really think of writing

something very elegant; but

there are so many poets around,

that all my ideas become moot.

thought i'll end the quarrel,

as i fail at the initial hurdle;

and i realize taking on a bull-dog;

certainly not the work of a poodle.

well, i am very very sorry, as of now;

because of my plight, i cannot write;

my hollow head with a lack of thought;

by jove! it just cannot become light.

stereotypes

pretty girl ahead in the queue,

a pic with guitar, chair and he;

faces in the flight, as i step on the aisle;

from start to end of a day, a sight of all.

progress of food, morning work,

a lovely dizzy feeling of her;

in mine and yours, all thoughts and voices;

cool persona, drive way, and the pleasantries.

growing up, quiet or telling me,

with a flair on, or runnig money;

forward, hazy, twisted; as you like it;

standing still; indifferent; how i like it.

lights of the roads, wheel rolling,

a kiss from the night; all journeys;

marching ryhtms; quiet four walled emotions;

farthest depths; no one escapes Stereotypes;

they are not one of them; what everyone believes;

great part is no one really gets the stereotypes;