Aliens invading Manisha's blog !!!!

Dear People!!! This is not MANISHA. Let me first make it clear that I did not hack manisha's account and made a mess of her Nice Blog !!! I was invited to write here !!! (And Yipee !!!! i am so happy) So, please frenz and fellow homo sapiens dont hate me and ( register a police complaint and burn my effigies and shout 'dethrone zahid' slogans !!! )

Am I supposed to make a legal statement of some kind ( Puttin my hand upon the Holy Book ) "I , in the name of god solemnly declare that I'll write only nice things and nothing but the nice things " and then before i am taken to gallows for the crime of posting this crap my last wish would be to have a comment on this post by whom but manisha herself !!!!

First let me show you her orkut profile.It reads :

" A BAFFLED DONKEY LIVIN IN A STRANGE LAND OF ECCENTRICITY, CUCKOOS HAVE MADE ME STAND AMIDST THE SOPORIFIC HUMAN BEINGS, AND ALL THE YEARS I WAS IN UTOPIA I WAS BELIEVIN LIFE IS MATHS AND THE CONICS AND NOW THAT I AM TETHERED IN THE LABYRINTH OF THIS WORLD I AM LEFT WITH NOTHING TO DO EXCEPT OPENING PANDORAS BOXES"

Oops !!!! sorry !! It somehow got jumbled up!!!! ( You see i couldnt remember all that vocabulary...may be it would be better if i just copy and paste !!! )

It actually is :

"BAFFLED AMIDST THE LABYRINTH OF THIS WORLD, IT TOOK ME DONKEY YEARS TO KNOW MYSELF.ALWAYS LIVIN IN A CLOUD CUCKOO LAND OF UTOPIA,THE ECCENTRICITY OF HUMAN BEINGS AND MATHS(IF U KNOW BOUT THE SOPORIFIC CONICS!!!) HAVE MADE ME STAND AT MY TETHER. PERSONALLY BELIEVIN LIFE IS A PANDORAS BOX WHICH V ALL OPEN IN A STRANGE WAY"

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So, What do i write?? It is difficult to write in other's blogs with the same freedom you have for your own. You take into account 'will this go down well with the owner' and other such thoughts !! (The difficulties of being a tenant). But somehow i am very happy writing this post !!!

So, all you lovers of manisha's blog who hav come on this page to read her penning, hope i havent disappointed you !!!


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SOPORIFIC..

i am bored of da same fonts...d'uh!!.....no innovations ...da same old 8 type of fonts....da stupidd colors...wich if u use u cant read a thing...boo hoo hoo.....dnt u think "blogspot" shud be UPDATED!!

THE TRUE MARTYR

The true Martyr

He entered through the door,
With an infectious smile on his face,
Seeing the empty seats galore,
He entered the class with a daze!

Glancing the professor, the only human in class,
He took his seat, embarrassing his own ‘bunker’ fame,
Feeling like a total jackass,
He said to himself-God, I take thy name.

‘Help me from the haplessness that’s gonna come,
let my heart not cease breathing,
lemme not yield to boredom,
with this book in my hand, I am not leaving.‘

He thought about sex,
He thought about gals,
Nevertheless, his weariness he couldn’t vex,
As he was forlorn, without his pals.

Then the bell rung dong ding,
But, he succumbed to his boredom,
At the funeral they said,
‘He was at heart a fighter,
so,
This bench is dedicated to the famous martyr,
Who died, waiting for the bell to ring.’

THE GLACIERS FALL...

THE GLACIERS FALL…

We stood tall,
We were white,
We were beautiful,
You were in awe, seeing all our might.

Now we die,
Now we melt,
You cite one cause,
“It’s global warming around the world belt!”

it’s so easy, for you to say,
none of you want to take the blame,
you shout,” keep pollution at bay”
we see our mother nature crying in pain.

You will die one day,
You will perish too,
Mitigate your comforts,
Alleviate your luxury,
Yes, we say so, while it’s true,
Do it for the cause of humanity,
Do it for you!

ARACHNOPHOBIA

Arachnophobia

The twisted fans, which were askewed at wrong angles made me think or better assured me that the class must have produced many historic and famed hooligans. The benches were dusty and there was this miasmic ambience in the class!! Who will guess that this petrifying place was my exam center?? The eerie atmosphere gave me a premonition that something bad was going to happen!!

With trembling hands I picked up my copy of question and answer. Not before I finished the first question I felt a tickling sensation on my hand. Ignoring it at the first sight, I realized what I missed to see. You know what it was??? A BIG SPIDER!! How I strangulated a scream arising from my vocal chords god only knows! I was dumbstruck, totally. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help notice that it was crawling on me…ME??

I couldn’t get off it!! Thank god it ran down to my..err…answer paper!! Forgetting that I had an exam to write I started chanting fervently…name of my god, which was intervened by my thoughts about spiders.

Why couldn’t have god made them having only four legs?? A normal species has four legs. But spiders, spiders have 8 legs…how many??? 8!! So damn disgusting!! At the same time I started to think about people who could rescue me out of this situation.

1. Remember our own ol’ Garfield?? Didn’t he used to kill and gulp them down?? Why couldn’t he be here with me?? Wasn’t this spider appetizing enough?

2. OR the heartthrob Ronald Weasley!!! Remember he hates and fears spiders like anything. If he were here he could have shared this testing times…with me. Don’t you guys think Rowling attaches much importance to spiders in her novels?? Remember The Chamber Of Secrets?? And the Triwizard Tournament where Harry has to give an answer to the sphinx?? And the answer is SPIDER!! Now can she help me

3. Even the legendary Spiderman!! Does he even care for me?? What if this spider bites me and I turn into a Spiderwoman?? Why can’t he come and take off with his own tribe?? Or come to save me??

Why couldn’t this spider transcend a normal behavior and just GO?? Then something happened that I couldn’t even imagine in my wildest dream!! I just smacked it!!!! Why that killing (or gory, I would prefer) gave me a sense of happiness I can’t tell ya!! Maybe a sadistic pleasure!! That thing was dead now!! Kudos to me!! Glancing upon the rigor mortis that lay on my desk, I started writing my paper with a sigh of relief!

P.S: For all ya people who don’t know what Arachnophobia is-its fear of spiders!!

The EMU halt

The EMU halt
(Enduring and murdering under trial)

Ok. I am prepared for the battle. I hang my bag in the front, tie my stole, adjust my hair and await the arrival of Mumbai’s lifeline- a cliché it may sound but is the most apt one for our local trains.


And if you think I am exaggerating the STEPPING IN process of entering a local train, you get it wrong. Entering a local train is synonymous with going to a battle except that you have no one feeding you curd with sugar and the worst-you go to the battlefield without any weapons…
So, I am at the station. The train arrives as swiftly as a gust of a wind. Comes to a halt. I push, pull, drag, haul, and lug. And what happens?? A lady getting down knocks me right off my way and I see my train bidding me farewell…
Hmmm. Right then, with a strong determination, with a MIGHTY HEART, I try convincing myself that the next train will be seized by me. Let the worse situations turn up. I will fight. (Remember I told ya bout battlefield??!!?)

The queen comes. Yippee I am the first IN-GOER (coined by me). But all things do not come with ease. Either you fight them or you succumb to them. I select the first one.
What happens is, the knot of my stole comes off, strangulates me (until I die..), the chain of my bag gets stuck up somewhere, I am totally unknown of the fact as to who’s stamping on my foot as if callously killing a cockroach. I try to breathe but instead of oxygen I manage breathing the horrible sweaty odor. So two rules if you are an amateur in a train-


1. Never wear a stole, unless you want to suicide!!
2. Always spray a whiff of perfume on you before leaving home unless you want to faint smelling yourself (I know that sounds disgusting, but that’s true!!)
At last, I clear my way out. Time to celebrate. Victory smells so good!! Seat anywhere??? I see two fatsos. Do I ask them to move?? I do. A ray of hope brightens my prospects of getting a seat and relaxing my cockroach-crushed and almost strangulated neck. I tell them to move. They do. In the sense of just swinging their bodies and expressing themselves as being such sacrificing women giving a part of their seat to me.


I can’t sit there!!!! Damn it! I get up and move towards the window so that I can at least stand easily. The ladies glare at me and say –“please hat jayie. Hawa nahi aa rahi hai.”What?????? Fine. Lets make a deal. I throw you out of the window and then you inhale as much hawa you want… yesno??
But trains are good entertainers as much as they are ‘suffering givers’. You get to listen to some really interesting gossip about the neighbor’s son’s wife’s brother’s girlfriend. Phew!! And some really terrifying and obviously unbelievable stories about ghost haunting this train. And if you are in the gent’s compartment and if you are goddamn lucky, you get to ogle at those handsome hunks. What a visual treat!!
The antaksharis, the talks about the new cool dude in your neighborhood, your latest break up…all of them reveal their personal diaries here!!

My station arrives. I glance a look of myself in the mirror. I look close to a zombie with entangled hair, beads of sweat dripping down my skin making squirrel lines on my face and crumpled up clothes!!





P.S: Wonder who’s getting in next to face a similar situation like mine!!

P.P.S: Also wondering how many more fights I have to fight….and win!!!!

BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND

Blow,blow,blow thou winter wind

"Perhaps I am a bear,
or some hibernating animal underneath,
for the instinct to be half asleep all winter
is so strong in me."
~~By Anne Morrow Lindbergh.~~

Ooohh…here we go again! Its winter! I just wish it snowed here! Till then, I am showering cotton around my house..he he..

Ugh..the saddest part however is..the tree in front of my house…*cries..sniff..sobs*…there are no leaves left on it..not even a single one..just three weeks ago..there were striking parakeets and parrots and squirrels fluttering here and there….how it looks withered…poor thing..how I stared it for hours when I had nothing to do!!

Now I hear the swish-swoosh of cold winds, sometimes unbearable but inevitable..

Nevertheless……I am loving it!! *No, no I am not eating a burger!!* ……Aagh the cold mornings….just the perfect time when you love your blankets more than anything else in the world!
And and…when the warm sunbeams fall on me, I feel…mnmn…paradise!!!!…..never did I love the sun sooooo much!!
What more? The only season when you save electricity..(no, I don’t use heaters!!)

And and….the insects and animals hibernate……what a relief from those troublesome pests..(Do you remember the grasshopper and the ant story..i don’t why I mentioned…I just remembered..:P)

Four months of sheer bliss for me….yeah!!!…I even love the clatter of my teeth….and those wintry nights…try cuddling up to someone you are affectionate with…da best panacea….cold buster you know…mesmerizing and divine….

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the
landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show.
- Andrew W