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Sick-ness

A soaring spirit in a fragile frame;
Brittle but yet so hard to tame.
It wails & squeals & pricks me within
This raging Minotaur yearns escape.

Tied to me? Or am I to it?
The eternal question that fails to tire.
Just stay civil, try being benign, and
Just don't torture up till my pyre.

The sages tried with all their might;
The learned with their rational ways.
The ignorant me just pleads on my knees.
But all in vain. All in vain.

There's no agony worse than the self
Nor any joy if not for it.
Hard to treat them just as equal
When tears don't cease to touch the soil.

What is soul but just a thought?
And what is thought but the soul?
Why is there a battle between
And why care if there'd be victory!

Write, you will, with all your will, for
That's just a sane thing to do.
But tell me how to pin this down
This monster in disguise within.

Uttama Villainous

After all the uncertainty in being able to watch the movie, it all started like, "Yeah, go ahead, amaze me as usual". But I was let down. It's one thing to not have great expectations, and another to have none at all. I had none, and was still disappointed.

I don't know about most others out there, but more than whatever a movie intends to convey, all I expect to get out of one is just an experience, and it hurt to have not gotten much. I know little of the jargon involved, but I think there are certain terms like - character arc, conflict, etc. Whatever composes a good one, I'm sure they're all there - but just weren't put together as well as they should've been. The sum of parts was indeed greater than the whole, but the latter seemed to be much lesser than the former.

---Spoilers ahead---

There's this movie Uttama Villain that we go to watch but end up having to watch the movie made within - also, Uttama Villain. The real one revolves around Ma…

Gothilla

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When you're tired of being asked you if know Kannada

Swachch Bharat? Sach Bharat.

My first employer had an entire day assigned just for this session on "Speaking up", back when I had just joined the organization. But I've come to understand its importance only recently.

To & fro, I travel everyday for nearly 3.5 hrs, and in the past few months, I've been using more of public transport than I've ever done, and I come across various classes of people all commuting in harmony, and sometimes even amidst mini stampedes. Dailies of many languages are sold at the railway stations, and Chennai, surprisingly to me, seems to have a lot of diversity, at least in its literate crowd. There are college students chatting loud all the way; drunkards sitting at the entrances conversing with their imaginary; old vendors rushing into the general compartments with all their commodities that would pay them for the day; mid-aged couple fighting some family issue out, while continuously trying in vain to control their soaring voices; a mother boarding a compart…

Confidence

So I went home this weekend too - to Thanjavur. As usual, as someone with no plans & someone fond of public transport, esp. the general class ones, I went hopping a few buses. Bangalore - Hosur - Salem - Trichy - Thanjavur. Thankfully, this time, I got a direct bus to Salem from the 1st point, but not thankfully, it seemed to have more # of stops than from there to Silk Board, leaving the bypass & cutting through every village possible.
At around 11 PM, i.e. after some 5+ hrs, I reached Salem. I had dinner at a Sri Saravana Bhavan (no, not HSB) which was a rava dosa I could finish in less than a minute but had to pay for it Rs. 55. Such are the times I feel blessed for having a job & not having to beg in front of the same hotel. Anyway, I boarded a bus to Trichy, and no sooner did the bus start, there was this guy – tall, sorta well-built, thick-bearded, checked-shirt, village hero's friend-types with a shoulder bag bearing a name plagiarized from an intl. brand – wal…

Pointless

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The past weekend, I had been to my native. And when I was at a petrol bunk, someone just drove in on his bike & it seemed to be someone familiar to me. Only later did I recollect that it was one of the lecturers who taught us physics in our first year of college. He used to be fondly called 'periya mokka' - not without reasons. And I couldn't but other than be reminded of the following.

It was the a few days after the second mid-sem of my first year, and he had just then distributed to us our answer sheets evaluated. I knew I hadn't done well, in fact, it was one of my worst, and I was very much prepared for scoring less than 20 / 50. It was 17.5. And like always, we were also asked to check if there were any queries / clarifications / any mistakes in the totals, and very soon there were a few surrounding him. I went up to him too, and patiently waited for my turn.

"What?", asked he, in his signature blunt tone that would kinda sound accusing anyone just…

The War Within

The rich are on horses
The richer on chariots
We’re mere footmen
In the war that’s this life.

Chaos every second
Stampedes every moment
Traitors everywhere, and
Why are we still here?

The ray of hope is lost
The days of agony begin
Wish I breathe my last
Right here, right now.

Love weeps out of loneliness
Wealth keeps making us jealous
Minds keep trembling with fear
‘tis time we finish this miserable play.

There’s no second habitat
Nor will we ever know
Make this one better
Or let’s perish together.

Greed is now the norm, and
Contentment remains a word
The wealthy author our history
While we suffocate in peace.

Science gets stuck in labs
With barricades by governments
Influenced by the misers
Who loyally erode this Earth.

Gone is the soothing wave
Lost are the smiling faces.
Machines are made to act humane
For the fear of the loss of our nature.

The Earth is crumbling within
The ignorant Earthlings wander
The doom is spelled too early
And the heavens just lost faith.

We seem to have …