Thanks mark twain-i'm inspired !

You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus.

You Are That Guy

You are that guy that she met when she was 16 and still a giddy teenager.

You are the guy that commented on how much she talked, how weird her hair looked and how people like her should be in a museum.

You are that guy that saw her laugh and wished you were the one making her feel that happy.

You are the guy that got lucky when you sat with her at the same table during library periods.

You are the guy that repeated her phone number all the way home just in case you forgot it and missed the chance again.

You are the guy that she out ate on your first date.

You are the guy that had to bear all the teasing and the ragging that her friends put you through.

You are the guy that won her heart by waiting for her in the rain with an umbrella, so that she wouldn’t get wet.

You are the guy, who helped her with her studies, while putting yours on the backburner.

You were the guy she called at 2 am because she was freaked that she’d fail her mathematics internals.

You are the guy that she impressed by eating through half a bucket of fried chicken and then sat back and asked what's for desert.

You are the guy that had to be taught what relationships were and in turn taught her how to work hard in a relationship.

You are the guy who she can never lie to, the one who knows her every expression.

You are the guy who will go out there and look for yak's milk from Yemen if she ever demanded it.

You are the guy that buys her flowers and burns her cds just to make her smile.

You are the guy that believes, trusts and prays even when she has given up hope.

You are the guy she loves, she cares about... her closest confidant.

You are that Guy.... and i am that Girl.



Dedicated to Him

I Am A Rock

A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

The Entertainer*

I am the entertainer, the idol of my age
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage
You see me in the papers, I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold, I won't get sold
I get put in the back in the discount rack
Like another can of beans

I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand
Another serenader and another longhaired band
Today I am your champion,
I may have won your hearts
But I knew the game, you'll forget my name
I won't be here in another year
If I don't stay on the charts.



Taken in New Orleans :)

Road Tripping

I never really understood my fascination with bikes. What was it about them that made me just yearn to posses one of them?
It doesn’t help that I’m just 5 feet 3 inches and weigh around 50 kgs. I look puny on a bike and not one of the guys I know will willingly lend me the keys to his bike.
I have to bully and persuade then to part with it for just a few minutes... but those few minutes... totally worth it.

To feel the powerful thrum of an engine, to be able to have 140 kilos of mean metal under your control and to feel the wind whip my hair is completely worth the astonished stares of the people on campus AND my mother’s scandalised words when I told her about it.

Unfortunately, she is so scandalised that she won’t buy me a bike. She wanted to know what I would do if the bike stopped and I can’t hold it up. I don’t know what I’d do either. Hopefully one of those curious onlookers would give me a hand... yeah sure. They’re probably thinking ‘serves her right’.
And advertisers for bikes don’t help either.. . Whoever gave Pulsar their tagline- thank you very much. There is no way I can ride one of your bikes without hearing ‘definitely male’ in my head. Not helpful.

And I have to remember that I weigh just around 1/6th of a Harley Davidson v-rod (that bike is so drool worthy!!!) forget about pushing it around... I doubt I can even keep it vertical.

But, in spite of all these petty problems, I’m thankful to friends, brothers and classmates who have parted with their bikes(rather reluctantly, but nevertheless) and a special mention for kantha- I’m sorry that my gear shifts make you grind your teeth but I love you for trusting me with your huge and shiny yellow bike.


- the Gypsy Biker

Summer's here!!

Bringing with it water fights, ice candy, mangoes, iced tea with lots of sugar, long sleepy Sunday afternoons, fruit slushies, and lazy gatherings under trees near parking lots ;)

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The only song that seems to be,
The one and only mystery,
Is the sun that shines throughout the night...
To take us through eternal flight.

Planets and stars and celestial things,
Are the ones that to my mind bring,
The thought, the deed, the eternal flings
Take flight and soar on majestic wings.

The fools , the tools, the abysmal blues
That make it hard, that make us choose.
The hidden truths, the untold lies,
That seeks the depth of unseen eyes.

Superstition, superiority,
Magicians and majority
The coffee brewing in the sea,
Disaster and calamity.

Sinking ships and failing fiends,
Bottled fears and tainted schemes
Tremors heartless ,treachery wild,
That stunts the growth of nature’s child.

Rainy days that seem to shine,
With heart and mind and soul divine,
While seas and sands and heavens roar,
And faith survives forevermore.



written during mind numbingly boring classes of power system analysis and Engineering machine design. hence the title.