'Whats your status?'- Part II

You find inspiration in a variety of places
In city buildings, or in people's faces
In the cradle of nature
Or in status and stature
In what you do, or where you go
What inspires you, you never know!

Gtalk has this wonderful little feature called status msges...you get to put words, lines, poems, quotes, commentary, dialogues , anything..right alongside your name and your picture..damn cool, like a personal hoarding of sorts....and its customizable..you can write what you feel today, what happened yesterday, who said what, any poem you liked, any thing you wrote yourself....you want to announce something, well, you go right ahead!!....all our fest organizers use it sometimes to declare or announce events and all....so, its cool...

sometime back, i got this panic attack to write.....not just anything, but specifically for status msges...its like a regular chornicler for me.....i would write them, and buzz my friends and ask them to check them out..shameless self promotion...in a way its written for me by me, but i would solicit some praise and some comments through them...:P.... and the friends generously did what i asked them also..too cool!

i have them all saved, and here they are.....if anything or anyone of them is reproduced, i shall seriosly sue for copyright violations...you cant take away from me what may be a major revenue earner for me in the future.... :)

• The first: This was written when one of my juniors was in acute discplinary problems...he was going to be expelled for sure, for a crime which was as myriad as they come....its the randomness of everything which made me write the poem...and i quite like the ring to it...and guess what...a friend in SP Jain management school actually had this as her status msg for some time...and when i enquired where she got it from, she said she got t from a friend who got it from one other friend who got it from another....so basically, its spreading!!!.....:)

Life like’s that,
A pat on the back,
A shrug of the shoulder,
A big trouble holder,
A twinkle in an eye,
A deep deep sigh,
A person you love,
A wonder treasure trove,
A choice too many,
A bet on a penny,
A wish so true,
A missed chance to rue,
A tit for tat,
Life’s like that.

• Second: Never mind the background, I simply like this little piece (grrrrrrr Siby!!!)
  

I don’t know what went wrong,
When all seemed to be on a song,
The song lost tune,
Cut, dry and prune,
Stranded on the street,
Skipping too many beats,
The hurt doesn’t end,
The words don’t bend,
You need to know why,
It’s this awry,
Answers don’t come,
Reasons, none,
You get up and go,
Think, ‘I loved him so’

• I am not laying out any dope on this also....!!

It’s like the thought you can’t think,
It’s like the clue you can’t link,
It’s like the answer you can’t cheat,
Or the crush you can’t meet,
It’s the turn you can’t take,
Or the illness you can’t fake,
It’s the truth you can’t disown,
It’s like feelings you don’t own,
It’s like a habit you can’t give up,
It’s a mistake you can’t pull up,
You never know what it is,
And that’s the way you like it!

• This one is for the only one who understands it in the world...i hope he reads it!
  

Beaches and Peaches,
Hits and Misses,
Honeys and Moneys,
Riders and Spiders,
Bonds and Ponds,
Girls and Pearls,
Goods and Hoods,
Thighs and Spies,
James and Fames,Asses and Lasses

• Taking out the frustation of resumes submissions and placement talks and company analysis and thinking about the future, here is a piece in revolt. :)

Its war, isn’t it?
Looking to fit right in,
A race to the finish,
Aggression, the only wish,
Impression is key, friend,
Its like tactical points gained,
Friend or foe, no matter,
It’ your career on a platter,
Struggle, get ahead, compete,
Vie, impact, fight,
And in the midst of it,
Do try to meet and greet,
The person you are,
It’s is not that far,
Because tomorrow who knows,
You’ll have less friends than foes,
Then you might regret,
Missing yourself somewhere

• The last one for now. This one was written in angr over a course's group meeting and all. Regular routing that is, but since i was in such a flow that time, even that became inspiration for a rather insipid peom...

Sometimes, the best thing to do,
Is to polish your own shoe,
Not look at the shine of others,
Or their mother and their fathers,
In the end, it’s your walk,
While others talk their talk,
So, rid the dirt stuck like glue,And polish your own shoe