Monthly Archives: June 2009

Monkey tales – Sanju and Me! ;)

“I wish that I turn invisible, right now and right here.”
I was being ushered out of the classroom, into the emptiness of the school building corridors with a long cap on my head. The cone-shaped cap made of today’s newspaper, popularly known as the ‘monkey cap’ was a stamp of embarrassment for the most innocently committed crime within the four walls of the classroom. It was a “rare honor” which no hardcore criminal could even dream of achieving. I was the chosen one this fine sunny day, kneeling out on my knees carrying all crap that happened around the world the previous day, on my head. I looked around with nervous embarrassment-filled energy to see if anyone was watching or laughing at me…or worst, offering to read the news decorated on my cranium…

‘If I see someone, I will close my eyes’…I decided with a deep breath…

“Hey, you”…I heard someone call me…
Half-heartedly, I turned to my left and what I saw brought back that lost mischievous smile on my face.
“Shall I read the news on your head?” I offered, as I had to the chosen few till yesterday instantly overlooking the very fact that this time round I was at the receiving end too.
“Let me do the honors for you too then”…he said bringing me back to reality.
“Hi, Sanjay here…call me Sanju…first time eh? My second cap!” 🙂
I felt a lot better to have some company…”Whoa…yeah debut…I’m Shirish…and err…call me by that name only…btw, what did you do?” I looked around.
“Threw a chalk at a guy in the first bench….it hit Rebecca ma’am on her back…dunno why, but she got angry….it doesn’t pain you know…” he went on…
“I scribbled – follow me – on a paper and stuck it on the back of Sonali’s shirt…she cried man, like a baby….and that too loudly, so I am here.” I interrupted.
“Haha…cool…I think it’s for the first time in this school’s history that two of us are being capped on the same day…isn’t that awesome to be a part of history?” he seemed excited as if his mom had approved him of his girlfriend.
The prospect of we being declared – a pair of monkeys – seemed scary to me though…
“Are you nuts? What if we become THE HEADLINES in our school’s monthly newsletter? It’s such an embarrassment…” I was almost seeing my bleak future.
“Don’t you think we can use this opportunity to gain some popularity? It would help us garner some votes for next year’s house captain elections…you contesting too right?” his enthusiasm would have put Kareena’s character in ‘Jab we met’ to shame…
I loved his optimistic approach…It was like the marketing idea of ‘convincing the customers to buy something they know that they don’t want’! 😉
“Awesome buddy…I love your idea…which house are you contesting for? Hope we are not pitted against each other…am a Sushrutha!” I bit my lip…
“Nah…I’m a Panini…Let this platform be where we start our campaign from…laugh with people who laugh at you today, the same ones will remember you when its their turn to vote” he said with no second thoughts!

As someone said “”It’s by chance we met…By choice we became friends.”

No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you’re the only one who knows
What it’s like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I’ll always laugh with
Even at my worst I’m best with you, yeah

I’ll be there for you…


“Old friends” happen as you pass time with them and I made this life-long one 14 yrs ago while kneeling down on that dirty rough unpolished corridor with a monkey-cap on my head…but it has made me learn so many valuable lessons all along the way like:
a) The first impression is not always the best one…Sanju’s idea of converting an embarrassment into an agenda of campaign was a master stroke…sadly it happened to be his last one as far as I can remember.
b) Barking dogs seldom bite…Sanju was almost in tears when others laughed at us during the later half of the day, which somewhat seemed to be the longest ever day we spent in school till then. But he won the elections…who said its not nice for a man to cry!! 😀
c) He’d always be there for me….no matter how many times, I told him “Sanju, look beta…when I’m alone talking to Shilpa, just back off” – he’d always be there…Over the time, I made sure to return the favor! After-all, what are friends for?! 😉

Sanju was a nut…that went loose quite very often. He couldn’t help but fall in love with his teachers…no way, did he bunk any classes no matter how sick he was….
And then in our final year high school came in Avantika….
I hated Avantika…not cos she had the name of a vamp in some soap that would run on television a few years later, but cos she was “humidity personified” – hot and irritating! I just hated her….but am now thinking of reasons as to why I was so judgmental about her then! 😉
When Sanju fell in love with her for a change, I was sure he would soon fall from greater heights and hurt his ego, if not his back…He could script a love story, but acting in it was not his cup of tea.
Sanju joined the wolves and began hunting Avantika in packs…One thing he realized much later was that she was like a blood-sucking vampire in-disguise…I encouraged him all along to go for her…err…so to say, I wanted to see how a dawg  would perform amidst a pack of wolves! 😉
Sanju quit, when he was deeply bruised…as expected his ego was hurt….but soon he forgot the pain, the insult, as he fell again…in love…this time it was Salma, our new replacement science teacher….and this time, Sanju was not alone… 😉


Posted by on June 25, 2009 in Friends, Stories


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We…she and me ~ our tete-e-tete! ;)

“Phew, am so tired” I sighed as I put her shopping bags on the bed…
“It’s been a while since you wrote about me” out of blue, she said!
“What??!!” I asked surprised, trying to question with my eyes… 🙄
“A poem on me, your she…is long pending” she said, cleaning the rice!

“Oh ya…but I’ve been busy with you all this while” I got up to change…
“Ya agreed…but that’s not the point”, groceries on the shelf she did arrange!
“Hmm…what about you, should I write?” I put the milk in the fridge…
“Anything you want, as long as its good…” she chopped the cabbage!

With specifications unknown, verses in mind I’ve begun to pen…
It’s tough to put in words, about the one I’m awestricken!
Well known is the fact, that it’s tough to impress any woman…
“I’ll do my best, sweetheart” I assure her, like a parliamentarian! 😉

“Do write about the nervous you, when we first met” she teasingly adviced…
“Ha…I was just being nice then…as I always am” in reply, I emphasized! 😈
“Oh I know how nice you are, my baby…come let’s dine” she said with a peck…
“Right on…after my turn” I said signing on her cheeks, her arms around my neck! 😀



Posted by on June 16, 2009 in poetry, Thoughts


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Little less beard, little less gay! :)

When you want something, you don’t get everything.

There will be compromises, disappointments, more of downs than ups, more of that than this…you tend to cry by every passing minute, you tend to die by every little pain…

And if you are born with a second-hand silver spoon, no matter what crap is thrown at you – you have to smile.

Smile through the happy moments, smile through the sad moments, smile through the broken hearts, smile through the innumerable farts cos you are always being clicked….you are the darling to the eyes of the media…the papparazi…they click your every flick…you do it alone or with a chick, they just click.

No matter what you are going through…you gotta smile, keep a brave face.

They celebrate your marriage, they brand you gay…they celebrate you, with your life and privacy you pay.

He was born…to a man…a man so tall compared to his wife…a man with a commanding voice…
He looked upon his dad…he wanted to be like his dad…to be as tall as he was, to be (standing) straight as his dad…
He wanted to walk, talk, somewhat dance, spread his arms, fight, romance, deliver dialogues…like his dad.

But life is like a punctured cycle…No matter you cant drive home, you still tend to push it home. Score!

He was not the only one with needs…his dad doted upon him…
His dad wanted to be young…romantic…with a taller world pageant winning woman by his side…
His dad wanted to be like his son…with a little less beard…a little less gay…



Posted by on June 14, 2009 in Imaginative Bakwaas


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I wanna be a Superhero…

Even if you sneeze, the whole world gets to know…thanks to you updating your Orkut or Facebook profile status…
I’m just doing it the other way round…My fortune today in Orkut read like this:
Today’s fortune: What we think, we become (Please don’t think you are a superhero and don’t try to fly)
The word superhero caught my mind….resulting in nonsensical poetry!! 😀 Pardon me!! :mrgreen:


I wanna be a super hero….
Cos am tired of being equated to a zero…
Wanna be all powerful and do good…
Well known, popular and never misunderstood!

I wanna be a Spiderman…
Fly over skyscapers whenever I can..
And get kissed upside down in rain…
By none other than my very own Mary Jane!

I wanna be a He-man…
Swing around that sword like a fan….
Fight all demons, and break the curse…
And be the master of the universe!

I wanna be a Superman….
Fly up, up and away to Krypton for a tan…
Work aside a reporter like Ms. Lois Lane….
Be called as the man of steel, oh feels so sane!! 😀

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Posted by on June 7, 2009 in Imaginative Bakwaas, poetry


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[Mother Earth]~ Let her have an Affair!! ;)

Its World Environment Day today, the 5th of June 2009! Praying for a greener earth!! 🙂


It’s unhealthy, for her to be so plain and lean…
The need is to grow plants and make her green!
She’s old and needs each of your support…
In helping her out, please be a sport!

Generations have come and gone…
With time, depleting the ozone!
Small things we all have got to do…
To keep the environment clean, and the sky blue!

Less of paper, smoke and plastic…
No wastage of water and power, just fanastic!
Do your bit – to settle all scores, go online…
A little more of effort from us, just fine!

She’s our Mother Earth, do pamper her…
Not only today, but tomorrow and the day after!
Dress her up with green love and care…
With the generations to come, let her have an affair! 😀


Posted by on June 5, 2009 in poetry, Thoughts


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