And then the lord spoke himself,
What he did none obeyed
For pleaded he, the victory of right
Yet, ruleth sin with all its might...
Once again the lord did command
Faith in face of persecution
The disciples betrayed him once again
belief vanished in the face of pain...
Of strength, did the lord preach
To withstand all, and fear none
Man failed the lord once more
The shadows of terror hold sway evermore
Warn did he, he saw the future
Tremble not and be faithful to me
The disciples spat in his face
Doomed thus was the man's race
Fear, Terror ruleth thus
Sacred faith reduced to dust
And our lord in the high skies
suffers he, as men pay the price...
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Mrs. Buxton's Tale
Mrs. Buxton, smiled on, she
As, her next victim to be
Entered the hallowed halls of what was
Her bungalow grand, with a rich past
After the war, demolish, they did
Her home, abode & got rid
Of the squatters who for years past
Had made this bungalow, their home, cost naught…
Plead, beg, and warn did they
Touch it not for you will have to pay…
Branded as crazy, paraded were they,
As the Bungalow, did make way…
For the Hotel Ville was an epitome of class
Visitors, tourists thronged it en masse
And Mrs. Buxton found her silent abode
Raided by all these foreign folks
But, the hotel hid a secret in its bosom
A past dirty, a secret colossal
The foundation lay on what was
The grave of a woman, murdered in the past
1832, September 13th it was
A pretty damsel was talking her walk
When behind the tree, hear did she
Her husband, muttering ‘sweet nothings’ to Emily…
Aghast, Broken, Yet dared she
Confronted them & clearly
Told them they would have to pay
Sinners, in hell, their bodies would lay…
2 shots to her chest silenced her
Mr. Buxton’s revolver triumphed over her purr
Dragged her body to the house
Liz Buxton was buried, draped in a shroud…
That very night, as the clock struck three
Mrs. Buxton walked again, free…
Furious, Angry, mad was she…
Revenge!...Revenge!!... For revenge longed Lizzy…
Emily died a peaceful death
One apparition & she froze to her bed
As Lizzy took the kitchen knife
Thrust it into her breast & sucked out dear life…
Thomas Buxton had already fled
To his death, he was led…
Liz followed him incessantly
Pushed him into the river, drown did he…
Since, the day, they all say
Walks she here, night & day…
Ad when she devours her victim here
Her joyous screams can be heard everywhere…
As, her next victim to be
Entered the hallowed halls of what was
Her bungalow grand, with a rich past
After the war, demolish, they did
Her home, abode & got rid
Of the squatters who for years past
Had made this bungalow, their home, cost naught…
Plead, beg, and warn did they
Touch it not for you will have to pay…
Branded as crazy, paraded were they,
As the Bungalow, did make way…
For the Hotel Ville was an epitome of class
Visitors, tourists thronged it en masse
And Mrs. Buxton found her silent abode
Raided by all these foreign folks
But, the hotel hid a secret in its bosom
A past dirty, a secret colossal
The foundation lay on what was
The grave of a woman, murdered in the past
1832, September 13th it was
A pretty damsel was talking her walk
When behind the tree, hear did she
Her husband, muttering ‘sweet nothings’ to Emily…
Aghast, Broken, Yet dared she
Confronted them & clearly
Told them they would have to pay
Sinners, in hell, their bodies would lay…
2 shots to her chest silenced her
Mr. Buxton’s revolver triumphed over her purr
Dragged her body to the house
Liz Buxton was buried, draped in a shroud…
That very night, as the clock struck three
Mrs. Buxton walked again, free…
Furious, Angry, mad was she…
Revenge!...Revenge!!... For revenge longed Lizzy…
Emily died a peaceful death
One apparition & she froze to her bed
As Lizzy took the kitchen knife
Thrust it into her breast & sucked out dear life…
Thomas Buxton had already fled
To his death, he was led…
Liz followed him incessantly
Pushed him into the river, drown did he…
Since, the day, they all say
Walks she here, night & day…
Ad when she devours her victim here
Her joyous screams can be heard everywhere…
Friday, April 4, 2008
Delhi Diary
You know how not many people like Delhi....How they say its too big...Too dirty....too crowded...too noisy...and god knows what else...Well...Go kill yourself...coz Delhi is Delhi is Delhi...and there is no other place like it....
Anyways...Thats not the point!...Therezz dis Friend of mine, call her Ms. A....well she is like a pan India person...born smwhr....brought up smwhr else....etc. etc.. So apparently she detests Delhi....As compared to Bangalore (it rocks!!!) & Mumbai (its people rock!!!)...For Delhi (People don't know how to drive, buses come in from both sides etc. etc.) the sentiment is quite different!
So, our dear Ms. A comes driving to C.P (thats Connaught Place for all you non-Delhiwallahs) from India Gate, A distance of 4 Kms....in her grandpa Maruti 800....and soon as we meet in C.P (I prefer travelling by the metro, my contribution to environment protection...ahmm..ahmm)...She starts her vitriolic attack on the city...of how she got stuck between 3 buses...and how people overtake from all sides...Anyways..Me and another friend, we just remind her...of how she's also a Delhiwallah...and thats how Delhi is...!!Anyways...Now we are off to Delhi Haat...and L'il Ms. A insists she is comfortable with driving...all the flyovers & around 20 min of distance...may be a l'il difficult..but would Ms. A listen...No....Never!!!
Anyways...We are off to Delhi Haat...As soon as she turns on the ignition the car starts with a "Start"...Nt a good sign..SO, I...in my usual courteous (!!!) and polite way remind her that I am an only child...& so there is a possiblity that my parents love me more than usual... I am the informed that all 3 occupants of the car are the sole children (or shud it be child....???)...Anyways...we are off...And every 2 mins or so...I hear an exclamation...#$%^& taking over from left....&**%$ driving so fast....^&&**#staring at me....What compunds the problem is that none of us are sure of the route....L'il Ms. A however (to her credit) is a cautious driver...So she prefers to drive in the 2nd gear!!!...Cool....Anyways...As we take a turn...there is this Fiat (I think) that tries to overtake from the left (again!!!) So l'il Ms. A's attention is diverted to that car....In the meanwhile.... cyclist (a bechara poor yet lucky cyclist) continues to cycle down from our right....L'il Ms. A is still driving...So, By the time we scream that there is a cyclist, the poor cyclist has lost his breath (as in he's scared dead)...Ms. A quickly applies the brakes...otherwise there would have been one less cyclist on Delhi roads today....
As we regain our composure....Ms. A says ..."Thank God, I didn't hit him...I am not carrying any Condoms"!!!!!....The rest of us are puzzled...Since when did condoms figure in an accident case??
Anyways...The logic is very deep..So don't think too hard....See, its like this...If u hit a cycle wala...on a Delhi Road (of course!!)...then 2 or 3 cycle wallahs will gather and rape u...if u are a girl....else beat u up!!!....Such Brazen stereotypes for my city!!!! I m hurt....Of course what followed the explanation was 15 minutes of non stop laughter!!!
Any ways...The Haat trip turned out great fun (The only Complaint being that Delhi doesn't have good Puchkas...Damn you Kolkatans its Gol Gappa....& U too Mubaiites...Not Pani puri!!!...Its Gol Gappa!!! )
Its raining cats & dogs by the time we are done with the Haat (Yes, people, it does rain in Delhi!!!)..So L'il Ms. A is scared that her car would'nt be able to take the waterlogged streets....the other friend offers to drive back to C.P (yes...we were damn scared for our lives!!!)...The drive back mostly uneventful..except the sudden yelling...Watch out! watch out...the Bus is halting...& look out! look out!!! there is too much water....!!!
All in all a great day...and great fun...!!! For all you non-delhiwallahs...just one way of how Delhi can be fun!!!
Anyways...Thats not the point!...Therezz dis Friend of mine, call her Ms. A....well she is like a pan India person...born smwhr....brought up smwhr else....etc. etc.. So apparently she detests Delhi....As compared to Bangalore (it rocks!!!) & Mumbai (its people rock!!!)...For Delhi (People don't know how to drive, buses come in from both sides etc. etc.) the sentiment is quite different!
So, our dear Ms. A comes driving to C.P (thats Connaught Place for all you non-Delhiwallahs) from India Gate, A distance of 4 Kms....in her grandpa Maruti 800....and soon as we meet in C.P (I prefer travelling by the metro, my contribution to environment protection...ahmm..ahmm)...She starts her vitriolic attack on the city...of how she got stuck between 3 buses...and how people overtake from all sides...Anyways..Me and another friend, we just remind her...of how she's also a Delhiwallah...and thats how Delhi is...!!Anyways...Now we are off to Delhi Haat...and L'il Ms. A insists she is comfortable with driving...all the flyovers & around 20 min of distance...may be a l'il difficult..but would Ms. A listen...No....Never!!!
Anyways...We are off to Delhi Haat...As soon as she turns on the ignition the car starts with a "Start"...Nt a good sign..SO, I...in my usual courteous (!!!) and polite way remind her that I am an only child...& so there is a possiblity that my parents love me more than usual... I am the informed that all 3 occupants of the car are the sole children (or shud it be child....???)...Anyways...we are off...And every 2 mins or so...I hear an exclamation...#$%^& taking over from left....&**%$ driving so fast....^&&**#staring at me....What compunds the problem is that none of us are sure of the route....L'il Ms. A however (to her credit) is a cautious driver...So she prefers to drive in the 2nd gear!!!...Cool....Anyways...As we take a turn...there is this Fiat (I think) that tries to overtake from the left (again!!!) So l'il Ms. A's attention is diverted to that car....In the meanwhile.... cyclist (a bechara poor yet lucky cyclist) continues to cycle down from our right....L'il Ms. A is still driving...So, By the time we scream that there is a cyclist, the poor cyclist has lost his breath (as in he's scared dead)...Ms. A quickly applies the brakes...otherwise there would have been one less cyclist on Delhi roads today....
As we regain our composure....Ms. A says ..."Thank God, I didn't hit him...I am not carrying any Condoms"!!!!!....The rest of us are puzzled...Since when did condoms figure in an accident case??
Anyways...The logic is very deep..So don't think too hard....See, its like this...If u hit a cycle wala...on a Delhi Road (of course!!)...then 2 or 3 cycle wallahs will gather and rape u...if u are a girl....else beat u up!!!....Such Brazen stereotypes for my city!!!! I m hurt....Of course what followed the explanation was 15 minutes of non stop laughter!!!
Any ways...The Haat trip turned out great fun (The only Complaint being that Delhi doesn't have good Puchkas...Damn you Kolkatans its Gol Gappa....& U too Mubaiites...Not Pani puri!!!...Its Gol Gappa!!! )
Its raining cats & dogs by the time we are done with the Haat (Yes, people, it does rain in Delhi!!!)..So L'il Ms. A is scared that her car would'nt be able to take the waterlogged streets....the other friend offers to drive back to C.P (yes...we were damn scared for our lives!!!)...The drive back mostly uneventful..except the sudden yelling...Watch out! watch out...the Bus is halting...& look out! look out!!! there is too much water....!!!
All in all a great day...and great fun...!!! For all you non-delhiwallahs...just one way of how Delhi can be fun!!!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
La mondiale!!!
levez vous les damnes de la terre
levez vous les indigents du sol
la mondiale vous appele
c'est l'eruption de la fin
Entendez vous les soldats qui mugissent....
Entendez vous les ennemis a la porte
Nous les combattons et nous aurons
La victoire, la gloire et le drapeau
Unitez-vous les travailleurs
Unitez vous sous le drapeau
Quand on chantera la chanson
Realisez vos reves nouveaux
C'est la lutte finale
Voici la chance enfin
Votre destin est dans vos mains
Les mains qui tient le drapeau!!!
levez vous les indigents du sol
la mondiale vous appele
c'est l'eruption de la fin
Entendez vous les soldats qui mugissent....
Entendez vous les ennemis a la porte
Nous les combattons et nous aurons
La victoire, la gloire et le drapeau
Unitez-vous les travailleurs
Unitez vous sous le drapeau
Quand on chantera la chanson
Realisez vos reves nouveaux
C'est la lutte finale
Voici la chance enfin
Votre destin est dans vos mains
Les mains qui tient le drapeau!!!
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