The Walk Never Ends..

We've been off some tough times,

and have made it through,

and that I want you to know

the only one I ever trusted was you.

You helped me through anger;

you've chased away my fears.

You held me through sadness,

and blown away all my tears.

When the world turned away

You stayed in my favor.

And when you knew I would drown

You became my lifesaver.

I'm not sure

I've always been the best to you;

I know I'm not perfect,

but the above is all true.

When you are in trouble

I’ll be your pal

Just know that I'll be there

Whenever you call.

When life pulls us under,

Whether we swim or drown.

I'll try to be the one for you

If I cant please don’t frown.

When the time comes

that we'll be put to rest.

Be sure that you know ,

My friend, you're the best.

And if there is Heaven,

I'll soon join you ,

but be sure I’ll miss you each day

Remember you in all I do.

And then we'll be together,

and never grow old.

and we'll walk hand in hand

on the streets paved of gold.

DAMN IT!

The short succinct almost agitated sounding in itself word "DAMN IT" is the only relief I look upon during test times these days. Even the thought of ripping apart the crystal clinging on to the narrow hooks of my window or the nib of the pen yearning to be scratched on the blank white sheet to finally summon it to death by fracturing the ball point comes as no relief at this very circumstance. All that I wish to do is say "DAMNIT!"

I have given up screaming. It reveals agitation to people you do not wish to disclose to, arouses curiosity and annoyance of neighbours, barking of my pet dog which is followed shortly by the street dogs in unison. Hence the cause of noise pollution.

I have given up (partly)(thou shall not lie) the temptation to resort to obnoxious slangs for half the people gaze at me with confused brows. This is followed by a die hard protest to make the not-so-knowledgeable comprehend what I actually intended to express. I drop this idea on grounds of the arousal of a rather disapproving situation - expression of agitation with patience assuming it to be a lesson of English being taught in class.(My English teacher apparently seems to display immense patience with our not-so-genuine class) :D

I have also given up (recently) the making of the dissent faces, the portrayal of a disgraceful look contributed by the quick-to-detect-my-thought cheek muscle and the highly deviled expression of the eye. My recent knowledge-gain proves that it just makes people, who earlier were perplexed about my existence and current status, believe of my being the copy of "Dunston" (of Dunston Checks-in) mistakenly placed amidst the human race!!

I have completely blackened the idea of ripping my hair apart, thumping the ground with legs and the disapproving groan. The first reason is contributed by the thought that pulling my hair adds to the hair fall which I am already groaning of day in and out. Thumping the ground makes my maid get a broomstick.(Affirmative belief in the existence of lizards/cockroaches/spiders on presence of which I show similar instantaneous reactions). And the last option struck to me as an entirely hopeless one when my mother confirmed she had genuine problems detecting whether I was crying or laughing. Thus no fruitful outcome than another groan/laugh was my reaction.

And hence I have hereby resolved to resort to this- Blogging.

By the time the writing process of the blog ends, I actually forget what instigated me to write.

So after all this, desperately trying to recollect the reason, aimlessly and just-for-the-sake-of-it, all I wish to say to end this all would be

DAMN IT!

Reborn

Deep into my heart you see

An elated me reseeds

A smile touches the tip of my eye

And happy thoughts come thereby.

A joy blossoms from within

A step into the world so pure from sin

Where the heart chooses its way

In this act of the life everyday.

The clear blue sky that shows

Miles and more to go

While the cloud above steals

A look to say at times, just ease...

The summer with the sun so bright

The yellow golden rays of light

The spring which makes the world anew

All a difference in the ways to view.

As the feel of a loved one is dawned

A fresh me is born

An amber light that shines to warn

That dark nights are now bygones.

Inflated Ideas..

Its the time when a whisper became a sound and the sound an echo. All nations of the country utter the same word "INFLATION"!

When such a scenario clutches the world from within, the intellectual me resolves to discuss the matter.

Close Hand Target One: Father

Question: Dad, What's the cause of inflation?

Ans: Ahem..various factors. The oil price rise for instance.

Aroused enthusiasm and curiosity. Questions back to back.

Question: So do people have less demand?

Ans: Yes, they have less money in hand.

Question: So consumption decreases?

Ans : Yes, there may be a mild depression even.

An extended curiosity. Before another question, father gladly recollects his delay for work. Disappointed, I think.

Eureka! Idea struck.

Resolve to ask Close Hand Target II: Economics Teacher.

Question: Mam now that we have inflation, and less money in hand, what do economists suggest to come out of this?

Ans: Ah, well its simple. They follow the basic economics principle.

Question : And that is?

Ans: That is, they assume the economy is out of inflation!

Umm..I think why I really wish to study this subject.

May be because when I am unemployed, at least I'll know why I am so!