tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86583414750832273762024-02-21T09:54:11.217-08:00The Minstrel Of SolitudeHe wanders alone, befriends the mist,
Sings his tale, about a forbidden tryst...
Melancholy tunes waft through the air,
He knows not what lies ahead, he doesn't care...Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-30774088730313991992011-02-05T13:23:00.001-08:002011-02-05T13:28:48.373-08:00Nonsense Poem #1I find everywhere<br />Except on my head<br />Strands of grey hair<br />Strewn about the bed<br />That old dilapidated thing<br />It's got to go out<br />And in it's place I'll bring<br />Something roundabout<br />Because I like to walk<br />In circles times three<br />The door I shall lock<br />And throw away the key<br />When I finally rest my head<br />On a tired pillow<br />I'll be thinking about my bed<br />About what's below<br />It could be a strange man<br />With a banana hammock<br />And if he's got a plan<br />I'm shit out of luck<br />But I wouldn't run far<br />Even if his eyes be glazed<br />Because chastity belts are<br />Quite cheap these days<br />Wait a second, get me out<br />Of this homophobic mess<br />Before I know it, I'll pout<br />And wear a dress<br />Go to the prom<br />Spike the punch<br />Create a storm<br />About a hunch<br />That his ex was a whore<br />Who gave it away for free<br />But did all her chores<br />A good girl she be<br />She also be wishing<br />That I didn't know the truth<br />But I know everything<br />There is to know about Ruth<br />"Who's Ruth?" you say?<br />Well I really wouldn't know<br />Man, woman, straight or gay<br />I'm making it up as I go<br />The fact of the matter is<br />I don't have a clue<br />About what I said so far<br />So toodle-oo!Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-74402858232658642752010-08-30T09:30:00.001-07:002010-08-30T10:37:16.973-07:00Unfortunately Male<p>When today is tomorrow<br />I will sit forlorn<br />Enveloped in sorrow<br />My heart is worn<br />Out by consistence<br />How much patience<br />Did you think I had<br />When that time we shared<br />Wore out my mind<br />I was wistful in woe<br />I turned my eyes blind<br />When a friend turned foe<br />And I swore my allegiance<br />To shameless pretence<br />You were spared<br />When I glared<br />At the unfair advantage<br />You claimed your own<br />I wanted to write a new page<br />When everything was blown<br />Out of proportion<br />And in that distortion<br />I was confused<br />And used<br />I just turned blue<br />I was a mime<br />All I really wanted to do<br />Was turn back time<br />And make sure we never met<br />I wouldn't have ever let<br />Myself do what I did<br />I would've hid<br />In plain sight<br />Under the sun so bright<br />Because you'd be looking<br />At yourself in a mirror<br />While I'd be hooking<br />Up with another terror<br />Yes, I'm that sad<br />And I know you're glad<br />I'll always land a date<br />With fate.</p>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-30552625097646196442010-08-21T13:45:00.000-07:002010-08-21T14:25:05.133-07:00LoserSilly girl from yonder<br />I shall never forget you.<br />Even though I grew fonder<br />Of that sweet kiss you blew,<br />Or your shimmering hair,<br />Or the scent of your skin.<br />It wasn't ever fair<br />I never wanted to win.<br /><br />You told me it was a game<br />When it all began.<br />You told me I was lame,<br />And then you ran<br />For the finish line,<br />Leaving me at the start.<br />A shiver ran down my spine<br />We were falling apart.<br /><br />You obviously had your share<br />Of cleverly disguised,<br />Clandestine love affairs.<br />And even though I despised<br />Your loathsome face,<br />I gave way to your soft voice.<br />In such a scary place,<br />Did I really have a choice?<br /><br />But I will ask you one thing.<br />Before we part,<br />Could you please bring<br />Me back my broken heart,<br />And some super glue.<br />Yes, it's that thing you've split<br />Down the middle in two.<br />If you don't mind, I'd like to reuse it.<br /><br />And if it's not too much to ask,<br />While you're up in the air,<br />Please don't let me bask<br />In the horrid glare,<br />Of the sun, so hot.<br />Just fly away witch.<br />I'll be rooted to this spot.<br />I'm gravity's bitch.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-19121037668895641992010-04-23T22:48:00.000-07:002010-04-23T23:04:17.803-07:00SaviorWho was he,<br />Who stole the light,<br />Who walked away,<br />In the dead of night.<br />He braved all odds,<br />Shook away fear,<br />Forgotten hero,<br />We shed you no tear.<br /><br />It all began<br />With a story,<br />A fantasy if you will,<br />And one of glory.<br />About the one,<br />Who defied them all,<br />Who blocked their path,<br />And made them stall.<br /><br />He was a slave,<br />To normality,<br />Cursing his every hour,<br />In the lost city.<br />He was like you and me,<br />And he was tired,<br />Of living dreams,<br />That had expired.<br /><br />The frigid fanatical,<br />Stereotype,<br />Would never live up,<br />To the hype,<br />Of his powerful outcry,<br />A resonant tremolo,<br />And a mass movement<br />That turned solo.<br /><br />And the man who stood<br />With a flag in hand,<br />Faced soldiers<br />With blue ribbands<br />Studied their guns,<br />Pointed to his face,<br />He then vanished,<br />Without a trace.<br /><br />Nobody foresaw<br />Tomorrow,<br />A day of reckoning,<br />And of sorrow.<br />They came outside,<br />In throngs,<br />A massive crowd,<br />10,000 strong.<br /><br />They lined the streets,<br />In rows of ten,<br />Waiting for the night,<br />To begin.<br />And in the mist,<br />At the helm,<br />There stood he,<br />Who would lead them.<br /><br />With fists clenched,<br />That none could pry,<br />He let out,<br />A cataclysmic cry.<br />A roar that silenced<br />The grieving wives,<br />And the steely glint,<br />Of sharpened knives.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-5816456037883667312009-08-02T09:36:00.000-07:002009-08-02T09:37:59.398-07:00First VisionThe time has come,<br />For the shadows to lie in wait,<br />For me to hold my breath,<br />To overlook my fate.<br /><br />I fumble about in the dark,<br />The day has long passed.<br />I don't know how long,<br />This mental eclipse will last.<br /><br />When the clouds do clear,<br />I will see the bright white.<br />Sun spots and bush fires,<br />Looking at the searing light.<br /><br />And a distant sound,<br />A sputtering node,<br />And I will witness,<br />My heart implode.<br /><br />And we will all say goodbye,<br />To paradise,<br />To join the flock,<br />Of eagles in the skies,<br /><br />Blissfully unaware,<br />Of our goals,<br />Our minds,<br />And our souls.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-5251506749585087732009-07-12T12:15:00.000-07:002009-07-12T12:31:32.418-07:00That which kills us, makes us strongerIt's appalling,<br />When I can't help falling,<br />But I'm not free falling,<br />I'm tethered to it.<br /><br />A parasite, a leech,<br />Within my reach,<br />And it won't let go,<br />No.<br />I don't want it to go anyway,<br />I haven't suffered this way,<br />In a long time,<br />I'm well past my prime.<br /><br />It kills me everyday,<br />My vision turns gray.<br />But I feel stronger,<br />I need it to last longer.<br /><br />A passer by walked up to the spot,<br />And reached out,<br />"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."<br />And I said, "Nay!"<br /><br />I need this, I want to stay here.<br />It's my everything, the drug that you fear.<br />I know not where from it came.<br />But we are one, we are the same.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-55641155182993994752009-05-27T22:26:00.000-07:002009-05-27T22:51:56.901-07:00How to use facebook while at workThere comes a time in every man's life where he stops everything he's doing and tries really hard to listen to that inner voice struggling to be heard. It doesn't say things like 'You rock!, or 'Watch out for that truck!'. The only thing it does is makes you want to change the kind of person you are. This impulse triggers decisions that can change a person's life.<br /><br />And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.<br /><br />I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.<br /><br />The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.<br /><br />It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*~*~*<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Status message: </span>Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/<br /><br /><br /><div class="comment_box" id="comments_box_5339616202887187014"><div class="target_comments selected_target_comments" id="feed_comments_target_5339616202887187014_91353136629"><div id="like_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629" class="like_box no_likes like_not_exists"><div class="ufi_section participants_not_expanded"><div class="like_sentence_container"><div class="like_sentence like_sentence_not_exists like_component_not_exists"><a onclick="'LikeController.saveChangeLike({" title="Click here to like this item"><br /><img alt="" class="like_box_thumb_icon spritemap_icons sx_icons_like_off" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/spacer.gif?8:11" /></a></div></div></div></div><div class="comments_list_wrapper" id="feed_comments_5339616202887187014_91353136629"><div id="comments_paging_container_5339616202887187014_91353136629" class="comments_paging_container"><div id="comments_page_current_5339616202887187014_91353136629"><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988308" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=509607338&ref=mf" title="Vishwa Dave"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v229/6/90/q509607338_3698.jpg" alt="Vishwa Dave" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988308"><div class="comment_actions"><span class="comment_meta_data">Vishwa Dave at 11:26 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da052cb2656762267" class="comment_actual_text">Cheerleaders!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988360" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988360"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh at</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> 11:33 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da059867440322392" class="comment_actual_text">Let me reserve that topic for a time when I'm feeling particularly horny. And you can be assured that poem's going into a treasure chest with a lock that only I know the combination to. :P<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988396" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=760720012&ref=mf" title="Yasser Rahman"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v223/589/49/q760720012_7210.jpg" alt="Yasser Rahman" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988396"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Yasser Rahman</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 11:37 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0611e1346487011" class="comment_actual_text">testicles ...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988448" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988448"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 11:46 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da067a48320395194" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed">A dark day dawned upon him,<br />The proceedings so grim.<br />For as soon as he got out the door,<br />He found himself flat on the floor.<br />All the people did watch,<span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read more</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />The Rottweiler gnawing at his crotch.<br />I thought I saw something fall,<br />And that's why Yasser has only one ball.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988761" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=760720012&ref=mf" title="Yasser Rahman"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v223/589/49/q760720012_7210.jpg" alt="Yasser Rahman" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988761"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Yasser Rahman at</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> 12:33 on 25 May</span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da06f961b57574190" class="comment_actual_text">lmfao! nice one :D<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988794" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=640395363&ref=mf" title="Farah Vaishnav"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/974/87/q640395363_619.jpg" alt="Farah Vaishnav" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1988794"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Farah Vaishnav at</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> 12:39 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da076fa7921843230" class="comment_actual_text">wendy!LOL! write abt the beach?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989081" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989081"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 13:19 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da07d7b7980879652" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed">@ Vishwa: Here you go. I hope you fulfill all your dark fantasies. :P<br /><br />Tiny drops of sweat on his brow,<br />The elderly man furiously fanned.<br />Watching them flit about,<span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read more</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />Their legs petite and tanned.<br /><br />In blue and white,<br />Stood a bevy of girls.<br />Like a blond marching band<br />Some straight and a few curls.<br /><br />The men shift restlessly,<br />Watching the girls sway.<br />Their seductive moves,<br />Have made their day.<br /><br />Standing 2 feet away,<br />Rooted to the spot,<br />A man and his camera,<br />Wait for an upskirt shot.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989360" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524495144&ref=mf" title="Aishwarya Natesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/1224/86/q524495144_1365.jpg" alt="Aishwarya Natesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989360"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Aishwarya Natesh</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 14:01 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da086876e41514166" class="comment_actual_text">lol..<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989363" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=509607338&ref=mf" title="Vishwa Dave"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v229/6/90/q509607338_3698.jpg" alt="Vishwa Dave" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989363"><div class="comment_actions">Vishwa Dave<span class="comment_meta_data"> at 14:02 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da08d4a4397606953" class="comment_actual_text">I love it! Thankssssssss<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989413" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=760720012&ref=mf" title="Yasser Rahman"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v223/589/49/q760720012_7210.jpg" alt="Yasser Rahman" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989413"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Yasser Rahman at</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> 14:09 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0939f2291912599" class="comment_actual_text">Arvind, have you done the "How perverted am I?" quiz on facebook? :P<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989494" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989494"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 14:19 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da099f60569651310" class="comment_actual_text">@ Vishwa: Nostalgia? :P<br /><br />@ Yasser: I wasn't the one who typed 'testicles'. Maybe you should take the quiz!<br />Moreover, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say 'cheerleaders'? We've all seen 'American Beauty'. :P<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989574" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=640395363&ref=mf" title="Farah Vaishnav"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/974/87/q640395363_619.jpg" alt="Farah Vaishnav" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989574"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Farah Vaishnav</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=640395363&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 14:27 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0a1715032063337" class="comment_actual_text">beach bleach?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989938" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989938"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 15:13 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0a9d05299221610" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed">@ Farah: Here is the beach, in all it's night-time glory. I'm sorry if it's depressing, but you know me! It is really hard to get any work done around here. :)<br /><br />Across the water,<br />The moon stretches and grows.<br />She enjoys the feeling,<span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read more</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />Of sand inbetween her toes.<br /><br />She feels cold and alone,<br />And breaks into a sad tune.<br />The only time the sand shines,<br />Is in the glow of the moon.<br /><br />The lights from the passing ships,<br />Are just a blur.<br />It's half past twelve,<br />And there's nobody else but her.<br /><br />But in the dark she realises,<br />That it was worth the long drive,<br />To walk along the beach,<br />And watch the night come alive.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989984" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=640395363&ref=mf" title="Farah Vaishnav"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v224/974/87/q640395363_619.jpg" alt="Farah Vaishnav" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1989984"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Farah Vaishnav</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=640395363&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 15:18 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0b6299039533508" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed">...The only time the sand shines,<br />Is in the glow of the moon...<br /><br />...To walk along the beach,<br />And watch the night come alive...<span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read more</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br />wendy you rock!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990032" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990032"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 15:24 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0bf088453346892" class="comment_actual_text">=)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990191" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990191"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 15:41 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div class="comment_profile_pic">Sigh. Today's a tough day at work. I don't know how I'm writing poems! Someone give me another damn good topic to write a poem about!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=632311048&ref=mf" title="Ranjani Rengarajan"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v229/283/2/q632311048_7666.jpg" alt="Ranjani Rengarajan" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990581" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1990581"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Ranjani Rengarajan</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 16:25 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0cf428762101421" class="comment_actual_text">About how ur not getting any action! now this will be interesting! :)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991296" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991296"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 17:34 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0d79a2135355324" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed">@ Ranjani: Here's a little something to satiate your every need. Read 'every' with emphasis. :P<br /><br />Words cannot describe,<br />How jealous I am,<br />That you're getting,<span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read more</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />Your daily supply of ham. (lol)<br /><br />I like being alone,<br />And I'm sorry to sound crude,<br />But I'm not so lonely,<br />That I'd actually screw a dude.<br /><br />A wise man once told me,<br />Live it up, get paid.<br />Life is not always about,<br />Getting laid.<br /><br />It's just a dry spell,<br />I'm not even in hell.<br />And even if I don't tell you,<br />I'm doing pretty well.<br /><br />I don't prey on women,<br />During hunting season.<br />And I read the Cosmopolitan,<br />For all the wrong reasons.<br /><br />I'm just a guy,<br />We have our needs,<br />But we'll never tell you,<br />Our dark, dirty deeds.<br /><br />Staying single for eternity,<br />Is not a test.<br />It's a testimony,<br />Why I'll always be the best.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991400" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=632311048&ref=mf" title="Ranjani Rengarajan"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v229/283/2/q632311048_7666.jpg" alt="Ranjani Rengarajan" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991400"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Ranjani Rengarajan</a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 17:43 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0e1983d23085281" class="comment_actual_text">lololol ur the best!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991408" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1991408"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 17:44 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0e8da6308662186" class="comment_actual_text">And I'm totally going to get fired! :P<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1993403" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=660169401&ref=mf" title="Debashree Das"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v222/190/25/q660169401_6024.jpg" alt="Debashree Das" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1993403"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Debashree Das</span></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 20:26 on 25 May<br /><br /></span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0f1946561199946" class="comment_actual_text">A u are a genius with words! Please post more...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><div id="comment_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1994108" class="ufi_section"><div class="comment_profile_pic"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf" title="Arvind Ramesh"><span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"><img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/152/116/q773675437_7277.jpg" alt="Arvind Ramesh" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /><span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"></span></span></a></div><div class="comment_content" id="comment_box_5339616202887187014_91353136629_1994108"><div class="comment_actions"><a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment">Arvind Ramesh</a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=773675437&ref=mf"></a><span class="comment_meta_data"> at 21:13 25 May<br /> </span><span class="comment_credits"></span></div><div class="comment_text"><div id="text_expose_id_4a1e20da0f9fd3788259801" class="comment_actual_text">Thanks Debashree. All you have to do give me an interesting enough topic. :-) That's the only time I really get stuck. Thinking of a topic!<br /><br /><br />*~*~*<br /><br />Taking a hiatus at work. A distraction. A mental shut down. A lethargic break.<br /><br />And all I suffered was a moment of euphoria.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-4893457626915639732009-02-27T22:41:00.000-08:002009-02-27T22:43:12.161-08:00LoneWeighing worry,<br />Cumulus clouds droop<br />At a misinformed milestone<br />I leave the group<br /><br />Inviting wastelands<br />A role reprise<br />I'm tethered to stone<br />Self sacrifice<br /><br />Time lapse and<br />Happiness elope<br />I'm left hanging<br />On a tightrope<br /><br />Funnel me into the void<br />Patronise, don't pacify<br />My solitary echo<br />Is just a lingering sigh<br /><br />A state of paralysis<br />That you've defined<br />I'm disturbed, I'm free<br />It's all in your mindArvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-74578280142281240212008-12-06T23:04:00.001-08:002008-12-06T23:07:38.906-08:00ApocalypseNear distant future,<br />Where are you now?<br />I need some closure,<br />I need to know how,<br />The world will end.<br />Will it be soon or late?<br />I cannot pretend,<br />To predict my fate.<br /><br />An explosion?<br />An epidemic? A bout?<br />What is your notion?<br />What have you got?<br />If I could just get there,<br />Only for a minute,<br />I need to know how I'd fare,<br />If I was in it.<br /><br />I'm not furious,<br />It's all the worry,<br />That's making me curious,<br />Why don't you hurry,<br />And take me where you've been,<br />I want to have a clue,<br />If brown will be the new green,<br />And black, the new blue.<br /><br />We're here at last,<br />It's scary, what I see,<br />Now take me back fast,<br />They're coming after me,<br />Muffled, I shout,<br />Hands tied behind my back,<br />My eyes gouged out,<br />I'm having a panic attack.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-52616865713181346652008-11-30T09:33:00.000-08:002008-11-30T09:56:23.911-08:00IdentityI grope in the dark,<br />Have I gone blind?<br />I know fully well,<br />It's all in my mind.<br /><br />Everybody I know warned me,<br />There's nobody in this city,<br />No face old or new,<br />I succumbed to insanity.<br /><br />So what am I fighting for?<br />There is nothing I demand.<br />The door's locked, from the outside,<br />Or inside, I don't know where I stand.<br /><br />Silent bystander, I implore you.<br />Please tell me, is there something you see?<br />I am alone in the dark,<br />All of this makes little sense to me.<br /><br />The eerie silence of expectation,<br />Lingers in vast nothingness.<br />I'm not even sure if I hear,<br />The heart beating in my chest.<br /><br />I remember someone once told me,<br />To lie very still on the cold floor.<br />I clench my fists and prepare myself,<br />For whatever lies behind the door.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-15986260255035250712008-08-24T09:31:00.000-07:002008-08-24T11:06:31.026-07:00Begone!I have come to realise in good time<br />That people in general do suck<br />We are all outcasts in our own homes<br />But we don't give a fuck.<br /><br />We are all abominations under some wicked spell<br />Grotesque, scarred, from the depths of hell<br /><br />We sit walled up in an undisclosed mental prison,<br />Our eyes gouged out, they took away our vision.<br /><br />Why do we walk this earth, when our end is near<br />When do we escape to the black sky, clear<br /><br />Chisels on wood, we are being whittled away<br />Pacified and mind-numbed, no reason to stay<br /><br />It's midnight, our voices yell with resonance<br />Everyone of us will walk the distance<br /><br />In army formation, a mass of brown<br />On the long road, out of town<br /><br />Something solid blocks our path, we stall<br />It's large object. Solid, metal-like and very tall<br /><br />I can barely make out the sign in the rain<br />I think it says 'Please visit again'Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-2675244755604078882008-05-23T09:28:00.000-07:002008-05-23T09:38:35.997-07:00The Kiss of Transcendental BlissThe Sun. A Phenomenon.<br />A Solitary Ray<br />My Brave Burning Eyes<br />Are Watching Lights Astray.<br /><br />The Prism. Cataclysm.<br />A Rainbow Disarray<br />I See Running Colours<br />And The Residual Grey.<br /><br />The White Hot. Sun Spot.<br />I'm Having a Trippy Day<br />Closing My Eyes In a Trance<br />Forever Longing To Stay.<br /><br />Golden Beer. Crystal Clear.<br />It Makes My Day<br />Hypocrites, All of You<br />Get Out of My Way.<br /><br />Smoke Swirls. And Curls.<br />My Wispy Thoughts Fray<br />The Sand Inbetween My Toes<br />And The Cool Summer Spray.<br /><br />Sea Breeze. The Palm Trees.<br />I'm Watching Them Sway<br />The Footprints In The Sand<br />Are Getting Washed Away.Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-84008210252624710752008-04-17T21:23:00.000-07:002008-04-17T21:34:50.542-07:00I now pronounce you Husband and Whale<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The clock strikes nine, and I’m doing fine,<o:p></o:p><br />But I feel chills, running down my spine<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Things happened so soon, Damn the stupid moon,<o:p></o:p><br />Yes, you may eat my ass. Here’s a spoon.<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I must confess, I didn’t think she’d say yes,<o:p></o:p><br />And now everything’s a bloody mess.<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />She’s a beast, and she’s waiting to feast,<o:p></o:p><br />Oh, why didn’t I just become a priest?<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />This really isn’t my thing, because I just wanted a fling<o:p></o:p><br />And if I try hard, I can almost hear them sing,<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />“Here comes the bride, 50 inches wide,<o:p></o:p><br />She didn’t fit down the aisle, so she came along the side.”<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />To the window I hop, it’s a 20-foot drop,<o:p></o:p><br />And while I search for some rope, I just stop.<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />We made love by the pool. She was really cool,<o:p></o:p><br />Oh, why do I falter? “It’s love you fool!”<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I live ahead a few years, I realise my worst fears,<o:p></o:p><br />A 10-pound baby, constantly in tears<o:p></o:p><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Oh no! I jump, and land on my rump,<o:p></o:p><br />I think I fell on a small wooden stump</span></p><br />I guess things turned out fair, I can still smell her hair,<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size:14;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />As I carry her across the threshold, on my wheelchair.<br /><br />***********************************************************<br /><br /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span></p>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-63622445671211623592008-03-31T10:31:00.001-07:002008-03-31T11:10:50.991-07:00Mighty FalafelHalf past 11, overtime,<br />I'm overworked, underpaid<br />"Why doesn't the clock strike sooner?"<br />I constantly whine<br /><br />The most exciting part of my day<br />Is racing across the street<br />And grabbing that last falafel<br />Before the cart speeds away.<br /><br />The elevator bell<br />I can't believe it still works<br />I must be earlier than usual<br />Oh, glorious falafel.<br /><br />An empty park bench!<br />Why do I feel so lucky?<br />I check my soles for gum<br />A sticky mass I wrench.<br /><br />Who is this woman? Why the haste?<br />I see through her clothes<br />And feel like a pervert<br />My eyes down her waist.<br /><br />Unknown to the self, a tale is made<br />She's a part time hooker<br />Part time day, part time night<br />At least someone's getting laid.<br /><br />I wake up from a sordid slumber<br />Did I imagine it all?<br />Who dares awaken me?<br />The mighty sound of thunder.<br /><br />I stare from where I stand<br />Watching the midnight lights<br />On a murky lake<br />I see the shadows expand.<br /><br />************************************************************************************<br />----------------<br />Now playing: <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/poets+of+the+fall/track/carnival+of+rust" title="'Poets Of The Fall - Carnival Of Rust' - open on FoxyTunes Planet">Poets Of The Fall - Carnival Of Rust</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;">via <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips">FoxyTunes</a></span> ----------------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-81713000156300848512008-02-18T11:07:00.000-08:002008-02-19T08:13:18.632-08:00Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goodnight, Tonight, Goodbye</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79kU9-3oZoGu6jRYsBWwwEZc0sOS7zPVmA4KcLLDWgr7pd9RXB2tO8DtY1CU9ZQI4jdwxVMGe2Iqz1g8XYv8DCuD7-JNqlxKM0hPBTVInkv446lbTF7VQUpLZIVM6DHOz-lyW4cNR_svX/s1600-h/lonely+man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79kU9-3oZoGu6jRYsBWwwEZc0sOS7zPVmA4KcLLDWgr7pd9RXB2tO8DtY1CU9ZQI4jdwxVMGe2Iqz1g8XYv8DCuD7-JNqlxKM0hPBTVInkv446lbTF7VQUpLZIVM6DHOz-lyW4cNR_svX/s320/lonely+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168407621007232210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I hear crickets,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >The crackling wood,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Clinking glasses,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I don't know if I should.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Unclear intentions,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Loving you more or less,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Il Fantasma Tra Noi</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >He haunts my senses.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I laugh at your bad jokes,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >In shameless pretense,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Pledging words,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >That make no sense.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I know it, but you don't,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >As we waltz on the floor,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >That I already have,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >My foot out the door.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I think I love you,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I should probably try,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >But I want out,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >And I don't even know why.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I search for the right time,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >In between sips of wine,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Words, they spill out,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >"My dear Clementine..."</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I got what I wanted (I think...),</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I even turn down your embrace,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I don't ever want to see,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Your ashen face.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I storm out,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Welcoming the rain with respite.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >And silly crayons,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >They paint your face white.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >I broke your heart tonight,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >And I'm acting coy,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Even though I want to scream,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Intoxicated with joy...</span><br /></div><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTE:<br /></span>- 'Fantasma Tra Noi' is the name of a beautiful song by Lacuna Coil.<br />In Italian, it means "The Ghost Between Us".<br />- The title of this post is an excerpt from the lyrics of "Apollo I: The Writing Writer" by Coheed & Cambria.<br />- This poem is pure fiction. Capiche?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-61710458880989183612008-01-02T04:44:00.000-08:002008-01-02T11:04:24.880-08:00Anarchy! - A poetic rendition of George Orwell's '1984'<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >ANARCHY</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkOMGqRWc8_elC_5okLS8HVSrrbyzfyGgSpbN6zhPRY6AwtAzaRLHQInv-09EcsdLoDD9E1XFrPq-ivVKm1Ppm4t6-b0c-5v9zYfFnfYrZNSAe7emrEer2XLS6XkOU_ZoE1xAraxBV5un/s1600-h/Apocalypse+-+Machine+Wars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkOMGqRWc8_elC_5okLS8HVSrrbyzfyGgSpbN6zhPRY6AwtAzaRLHQInv-09EcsdLoDD9E1XFrPq-ivVKm1Ppm4t6-b0c-5v9zYfFnfYrZNSAe7emrEer2XLS6XkOU_ZoE1xAraxBV5un/s320/Apocalypse+-+Machine+Wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150864476556282194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The once great nation portraying a guise,<br />Under the incessant rain of revolting lies.<br /><br />"FOR YOUR GOOD" - They said, they watched every room,<br />They funneled the rise of a voyeuristic doom.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - The philanthropic intention -<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Of a fatalist federation - </span><br /><br />The left hand - Chaos, the streets it ripped,<br />With a good hand they wielded a formidable grip.<br /><br />Their words - They bore a modicum of truth.<br />Promising infinite freedom for the degenerate youth.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - For regional rile - </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />- And the cities it defiled - </span><br /><br />"Within these walls, you shall find,<br />The desinence of all mankind".<br /><br />With those last words, escaped, his breath,<br />The pragmatist died a bloody death.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - We drowned him in a sea -<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">- Of calamity - </span><br /><br />Fight fire with fire. And brick. And stone.<br />Let them realise we are not alone.<br /><br />March the walls with courage and strife,<br />We will rewrite the chapters of our right to life.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - The puppets we played -<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">- On threads, Frayed - </span><br /><br /><br />- Arvind Ramesh<br />(2nd Januray, 2008)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-9217807144070554762007-12-15T08:48:00.000-08:002008-01-02T11:04:00.675-08:00A Haiku Story...I don't know if I'm allowed to (mis)use Haiku to write whatever the heck I want, but who's judging?!?<br /><br /><br />Hey! Stop judging!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Cigars, highs and everything nice</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6lpXUEDhDLruymdIZeBHQOtLrRGUvwLhHYu8WPXTX_K8l7nuYotsyR1Vropka-kTnukrcvOOQkD9MgXw9fZx_ZBltr3kNmRH4ktdWTrD_az_cGYK3tcnYmjq445iPZ9tFJet_eWkEXts/s1600-h/smokingcigar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6lpXUEDhDLruymdIZeBHQOtLrRGUvwLhHYu8WPXTX_K8l7nuYotsyR1Vropka-kTnukrcvOOQkD9MgXw9fZx_ZBltr3kNmRH4ktdWTrD_az_cGYK3tcnYmjq445iPZ9tFJet_eWkEXts/s320/smokingcigar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144245553996024114" border="0" /></a><br />I see clouds of smoke<br />Smooth leather, mahogany<br />A burning finger.<br /><br /><br />The expensive suits,<br />Thirteen cars and eight chauffeurs<br />Money can't buy love<br /><br /><br />Strawberries & cream<br />Tender lips and two warm hearts<br />Just a wistful dream<br /><br /><br />The scotch is over,<br />The seconds hand is too loud<br />I am all alone<br /><br /><br />The glass has fallen,<br />The clock has struck it's last hour<br />Befriending silence.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-59246372064909903502007-12-11T05:20:00.001-08:002008-01-02T11:03:38.307-08:00The Unfortunate SpiderThere was once a spider that lived in a porcelain home.<br />Safe and secure in a big white dome.<br /><br />Spinning his web, placidly did he sit.<br />T'was a pity I didn't foresee my emergency visit.<br /><br />The deed had to be done, but I didn't want him to perish.<br />The dance of the spider, a futile fight to the finish.<br /><br />I nervously withheld my breath, was he foe or friend?<br />I was already grinning, for the ordeal was about to end.<br /><br />He held on to his ever-strong web, he was going to live today.<br />And I gulped as I absentmindedly flushed him away.<br /><br />A sad day for all spiders, an insignificant funeral.<br />But that's the story of how the spider died in a Public Urinal.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-6835056696269934092007-12-02T05:51:00.000-08:002007-12-03T00:20:24.558-08:00Haiku<div style="text-align: center;">Sun sinks in the sea<br />The birds have left the island<br />Open up, red earth<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Two feet on the ground<br />He follows her soft voice<br />Taking his first steps<br /><br />************************<br /><br />I want to come first<br />Having to die anyway<br />Me, the first snowflake<br /><br />************************<br /><br />The birds hide in trees<br />The forest has turned silent<br />Hunting Season starts<br /><br />************************<br /><br />The plants are thirsty<br />The cat has to hunt for food<br />An old lady dies<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Hands grip the handle<br />Beads of sweat are trickling down<br />The train has long gone<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Looking through the blue<br />Silently screaming for help<br />Wishing I had gills<br /><br />************************<br /><br />A blank white paper<br />The rancid taste of pure ink<br />There's nothing to write<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Two steps and a trip<br />Seven human fingers<br />Ten empty shot glasses<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Ear muffs, shattered glass<br />Resisting the urge to boo<br />It's Karaoke Night<br /><br />************************<br /><br /></div>Alright..<br />So the themes for most of them are obvious, which is contrary to the Haiku styles I've witnessed where, the harder to figure out WHAT it means, the better it is.<br />I thought of writing the themes before each piece, but I figured it ruins the effect.<br /><br />If you can't figure out a particular theme/mood ask me in the comments section.<br /><br />By the way, this is my first attempt, so what I grasped from the concept of Haiku could leave a lot to be desired.<br />Please don't let it be my last. (a.k.a be nice)<br /><br />Cheers!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-16369335571223752372007-11-24T05:12:00.000-08:002007-12-02T06:18:41.785-08:00Little Billy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6BP_e4kyqB7VQSd26SS_iq-qUZk-p7kMKXNOqKZqND7ETJ_GyyWBWsFpuzytTkb2GmkJ-qXeOC8P24dQRTn15YSRm3jzgiBZLKVWqYbYRK1zzcCuPn4DULROuVv1qLMWxKRL8c16h13d/s1600-h/Catapult.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6BP_e4kyqB7VQSd26SS_iq-qUZk-p7kMKXNOqKZqND7ETJ_GyyWBWsFpuzytTkb2GmkJ-qXeOC8P24dQRTn15YSRm3jzgiBZLKVWqYbYRK1zzcCuPn4DULROuVv1qLMWxKRL8c16h13d/s320/Catapult.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136397799227614370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Grandma Hooch sat on the porch,<br />Drinking her grain scotch.<br />Not bothering to watch,<br />Billy burning her cat with a torch.<br /><br />When little Billy was twelve<br />He could curse really well.<br />Though he never got it right until,<br />He could properly spell.<br /><br />Jesse was a young girl, very frail,<br />And every chance he got, without fail,<br />He pulled at her pigtails.<br />Just to hear her wail.<br /><br />Was never a time he wouldn't lie,<br />That he wasn't smokin' on the sly.<br />Or that he'd never seen girls changing,<br />With the hey-hole to his eye.<br /><br />Played hooky from school,<br />Played the teacher for a fool,<br />Spent his class hours on a corner stool,<br />For saying history was a bunch of bull.<br /><br />He crossed the border beyond craze,<br />He needed help to manage,<br />His heinous crimes of rage,<br />At the expense of his innocent age.<br /><br />His dad locked him up in the closet,<br />For a long time, till he lost it.<br />Billy drew a line and crossed it.<br />All he did was lean back and spit<br /><br />I didn't like it, he was my brother,<br />But Billy'd gotten a bit madder.<br />He told me he's have much rather,<br />Killed his own father.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-55677279857012692472007-10-28T09:56:00.000-07:002007-12-02T06:19:13.030-08:00The Kleptomaniac<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The Kleptomaniac<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/288916196_19a86b148f_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/288916196_19a86b148f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />He lived by himself,<br />In a lonely room.<br />It was where he would eventually,<br />Meet his doom.<br /><br />He glanced at the lass,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">So placid and calm.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">He disguised his age,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">And turned on the charm.<br /><br />Desperate for her love,<br />He cried and begged.<br />She was strong of will,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">And long-legged.<br /><br />There was no woman who wouldn't,<br />Succumb to his whim.<br />Yet the tables had turned,<br />She had no interest in him.<br /><br />Losing time and patience,<br />He wrestled her to the ground.<br />The silence was broken,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">By a single sound.<br /><br />For halfway through his struggle,<br />To drag her to bed,<br />She had reached out for her gun,<br />And shot him in the head.<br /><br />Within minutes of hearing,<br />Her relentless screams,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Uniformed men,<br />Appeared on the scene.<br /><br />They broke into his stronghold,<br />With their prying hands.<br />And what they would find,<br />They would never understand.<br /><br />Hidden letters in hidden boxes,<br />Lined up in a stack.<br />He had stolen many hearts,<br />The Kleptomaniac.<br /><br /><br />- 13th October (A spurt of rubbish during the Economics class... Oh, it's all rubbish anyway!)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span><br /><br /></div></div>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-8003948474691062007-10-10T09:55:00.000-07:002007-12-02T06:20:04.170-08:00Valkyrie on Wheels<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Valkyrie on Wheels</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzwqV__JdHpcAKwWt_7dgznqeWaPmh27eX7Z8-3rLHg_t49w5NE62wvgObVrpDMG6cxS3jRzNpFHnBxLR4wrbeOhX_C8SEwItCzKBexakK6fforM2M2gqX3oKOJcUtZ-nuSNIesuR5eAl/s1600-h/biker+chick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuzwqV__JdHpcAKwWt_7dgznqeWaPmh27eX7Z8-3rLHg_t49w5NE62wvgObVrpDMG6cxS3jRzNpFHnBxLR4wrbeOhX_C8SEwItCzKBexakK6fforM2M2gqX3oKOJcUtZ-nuSNIesuR5eAl/s320/biker+chick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119770651163563490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">A long haired blond woman,<br />She steps off her shiny steed.<br />A cloud of dust hides the sun,<br />Is it a mirage in the heat?<br /><br />She shrugs off her leather jacket,<br />All eyes turn to stare,<br />At tattoos snaking up her arm,<br />And her golden hair.<br /><br />Sharp features, and a sharper tongue,<br />Her broken textured skin.<br />She is exquisitely beautiful,<br />And weathered by the wind.<br /><br />A momentary sigh escapes her lips,<br />The scotch burns it's way down.<br />She watches the rusty blades of the old fan,<br />In a lonely bar, in a deserted town.<br /><br />The future lies a vast expanse,<br />She takes her life by the hand.<br />Choosing a nomadic existence,<br />A native in a foreign land.<br /><br />She thinks about her way of life,<br />About the time she spends.<br />The road, it curves and bends,<br />But it never ends.<br /><br />They race together towards the sun,<br />A woman and machine fused.<br />A slender form on a muscular frame,<br />At dizzying speeds they cruise.<br /><br />She's a blur, a fleeting glance,<br />A closer look reveals,<br />Golden hair riding along the wind,<br />And a woman on two wheels.<br /><br />- Arvind (8-10-2007)<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658341475083227376.post-10348840920086436292007-09-17T00:51:00.000-07:002007-12-02T06:20:21.334-08:00The Minstrel Of Solitude - The Beginning...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">THE MINSTREL OF SOLITUDE</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODuXUDO6cV2i4P8RBl3kuybGJZ8JRWIiqU9TUld7cpTQ-bwESY_fWgZn8RisqUKV84O_uQGKZjwA_7VmRlLCv1sRLCq7ZDEKrEe6mz08c10nqThVGO9R7x5TldeoALXjyuM_asE17XlGI/s1600-h/minstrel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODuXUDO6cV2i4P8RBl3kuybGJZ8JRWIiqU9TUld7cpTQ-bwESY_fWgZn8RisqUKV84O_uQGKZjwA_7VmRlLCv1sRLCq7ZDEKrEe6mz08c10nqThVGO9R7x5TldeoALXjyuM_asE17XlGI/s320/minstrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111086178518054786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">He arrived one day, with a limp he strode,<br />A silhouette, on a dark misty road.<br /><br />He plucked at the strings, a tune he played,<br />A sad song for a meal he would trade.<br /><br />They cared not to listen, they puckered their ears,<br />Furrowed their brows, and sharpened their spears.<br /><br />He looked at the sky, he silently scorned,<br />At the wilted roses, and the bed of thorns.<br /><br />As the first drops of rain, touched the ground,<br />He uttered, his first ever sound.<br /><br />And with a tune so resonant and sharp,<br />He picked up the shards of his broken harp.<br /><br />He walked slowly away, to silently brood,<br />For he was the Minstrel of Solitude...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">© Arvind</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div>Arvindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261432744485229855noreply@blogger.com2