Trapped

The second coming had been foretold by the men,
The king rest in his palace like a lion in his den.
His atrocities had been inhuman,he had killed the blacksmith's son
His worst fears were about to be true
Abraham was indeed the chosen one.

The ground cracked open with a thunder,
the graveyard was haunted by darkness and grim.
Up he rose from the fiery depths of hell,
his soul still hadn’t abandoned him.

The trespasser’s eyes were confused by his glare,
Well "Mr Buried Alive who the fuck are you trying to scare!?"
Pardon me dude I aint no ghost
Believe me my intentions were not to scare,
get some french fries and a little beer
I have a story which I want to share!!
Dude I've never seen a ghost as stupid and gay as you
Hear my love story or I'll stick your face to your butt with glue.

I was always hers and she was always mine,
some said our couple was truly divine.
she found love for her in my heart,
cannot deny I was handsome,intelligent and smart
She dint need anything when I was there she had said
I was cool coz her dad was really rich and I could sleep on the king's bed!!

Greatly disturbed by her daughter's stubbornness and her sad plea,
The king finally summoned me to see.
Don’t go on my status sir,
I'll give your daughter all the happiness which no man could give his wife;
Instead of welcoming me into the family,he said
ARE YOU SAYING THAT THERE ARE OTHER MEN IN MY DAUGHTER'S LIFE!!??

The traveller was yawning,
Dude what’s this a love story or an amateur comedy show!?
I thought you'll have tears in your eyes,
Leave me alone...JUST GO!!

OKAY Casper!What happened next?
Did you convince the king that you were 'THE ONE' for his daughter
No!,he told me to sing and after I was done
he wanted to throw me in for a slaughter!

Okay serious enough of lame jokes and useless hype,
what are the answers to your inhuman scars and your mysterious love story?
Be patient friend,'THE DEAD HAVE NO HURRY'
War was my next task and I had to bring the kingdom,glory.

Our battalion of 10,000 marched into the Arabian lands;
Not knowing of the treacherous game they were about to play,
Arabs had never been the king's foe,
To let me down the king massacred his own men night and day!

Next night i remember I was heavily drugged,
lying unclothed with one of the kings maid;
The king had planned to destroy her daughter's faith in me,
he had found a horny bitch who just wanted to get laid!

Joy had ceased to exist,
her angelic face pale and covered in tears;
she had lost a reason to live.
I explained to the world the king's low mentality and my love story written in blood,
I had passed my test of love yet again,
she had no choice but to forgive.

Friend,did i just see tears in your eyes,
I thought you found love stories totally gay.
The traveller apologized with a heavy voice,
I am speechless I have nothing to say.

The king was getting restless,
A blacksmith's son couldn’t be a heir to his throne;
His son spotted me with my lover in the courtyard,
The king was furious,
He ordered that my head shall be blown.

Too bad my would've been brother-in-law made a sound,
What happened next was due to the king's own spleen;
Trying to save myself,
I dodged the bullet and it hit the queen.

News spread fast,the young prince had killed his mother,
The guilt was unbearable he committed suicide;
I was captured,chained and whipped,
Seeing her world fall apart like this,the princess just cried and cried.

I remember the oath we had taken,
TILL DEATH WE PART!
But the human mind cant stand beyond a limit,
She slowly stuck a knife into her heart.

What was left was only remorse and regret,
If only the king would've seen past his pride,
our love boat would still have been sailing.
Now what’s the use of this life and luxuries without a family,
his wrath had changed to wailing.

One night I heard her saying,
release yourself and heavens shall be ours.
Love wasn’t supposed to have such an ending;
that’s why I'm still trapped behind these invisible bars

A happy woman??

The clock on my laptop shows 3.20 AM now and i still don't seem to have any signs of sleep. Dinner has been great and I wasn't going much positive or negative either on the online poker i have been playing. May be the monotonousness of the game pumped me to write something. Anyway, Howsoever I am writing this.

I have always wondered how life has many dimensions. Every person has his own sense of identifying his/her own dimension of looking at life. The good old example of seeing a half empty or half full glass. That is a basic way of drawing a line between optimist and pessimist. One looks at the one half and the other looks at another.

But the classification i am writing here is much grayer/graver than it seems to most people. The difference between male and the female train of thought.

Biologically speaking, the classification is banal. Difference of few hormones.As a matter of fact, an embryo is always a female with XX chromosome at the time of its formation until the Y chromosome kicks in which causes the few differences(Biological differences, mind it!!). Imagine there were no Y chromosome.A world with only women. Fat ladies jealous of each other with no crime and wars in this world(only cold wars).

I wonder, how could a small difference in the hormones cause such a huge difference. I am not being a  masculinist but yes women are a way different kind of a creature. The distaff has always been given lime light in this aspect of being wayward. Even during some of general discussions with my younger sister, she comes up with phrases like "ladkiya thodi ajeeb si hoti hai" and i am like "thodi ??????" . So i guess girls know this and still are okay with that.

Lets point out some differences, ummm,lets say attractiveness. Men are clear about their choice of females. If a man finds a woman good, 95% of other men will agree with him. "Yeah man!! She's good !!". whilst, in women's case, they have categories. They have cute ones, sexy ones, hot ones, innocent ones, sweet ones, caring ones, brotherly ones, manly ones,masculine ones...list goes on..I have heard all these till now(will update this list as soon as i discover more of these categories).

How about mood swings? There have been thousands of quotes about men's knowledge of women(mind it!! just quotes and no palatable knowledge!!). Women mostly don't know what they want. Actually, i think what they want depends on what kind of mind frame(rather mood frame) they are in. A few days back i was going through some random confessions page where i found many posts of girls confessing liking a guy and when that guy approached them, they changed their mind. A sudden 'realization' bumps into their mind that "No!! this isn't the guy for me. What a fool i have been". To my no surprise, there were no such posts or even i never heard of a guy changing his mind "suddenly". Guys are clear about what they want. Men of their word, if they like(let's use a moderate word here) someone, they will like her till the end. No matter what happens, their mind is never going to change.

Women's thoughts change more often than vibrations of a string of a guitar being played by Stevie Ray.
And i am a guy who has been around some of the smartest women of the country of my age(as society perceives them, not my personal opinion) ,though only few are there in my industry.Some come from elite engineering schools, some went to IIMs,Some are making more money than what their dads do.
I don't judge them being right or wrong. The only point i am trying to make here is that , in mine and most other males's view, they are psychologically different and understanding most of them is much more complex than understanding men.
A happy, non-moody and determined(meaning non-confused) woman is a myth.
Feedback Welcomed :)

Wish I could hold the moment with you

May the seamless love within remain

Never should it become a petty gain

We find each other close every moment

Never should we seek any atonement

Wish it remains the same between me and you

Wish I could hold the moment with you

Riveting fires inside your sight

Well, they are Impossible to hide

Rhythms keep us always together

Hope this stays special forever

Wish I could relentlessly hold you

Wish I could hold the moment with you

The faith and trust I had always sought

For me, universe seems to have brought

The bliss that I find in being with you

Wish I could hold the moment with you

Love still remains denied to me

Can’t tell where the hole in the heart is

Can’t tell who the perpetrator of this crime is

Back are those unfulfilled dreams

Back are those un-reveled sunbeams

Sore wounds inside me…did you see?

Love still remains denied to me

Asking myself why did I even meet you?

Heart answers: those culprit eyes wanted to see you

Coming upfront the biennial pictures hoary

How can someone call it a love story?

Can I still get that unprecedented glee?

Coz love still remains denied to me

One true love, happiness and some fame

Even I had dreamt with you the same

Caught again in that retroactive mania

Retributions of insecurity and insomnia

My ego asserting that I hate you

But that innocent heart still whispers that I love you

Is there something incomplete between you and me?

coz Love still remains denied to me

Psenti sem

So off late things have been quite squalid. Oversleeping, missing early morning meals, buying just the extras from mess while giving loathing remarks to the prepared mess food(esp the unbuttered rotis).Well things there have always remained same altogether, may be a paid holiday for 6 months in noida had made us fastidious gourmands of good(read edible) food.

Moving along the rest of the routine of the day, there are not many classes to be attended (ofcourse if bhagvad gita hadn’t introduced tutorials).when the clock hits 4, a sudden realization of bathing our stinking bodies comes to mind(the deodorants could also be used as some (read most) of us do).Fitness freaks off to gym(like me) and the other smart chaps are either sipping hot tea on redis chatting about the singularity of the psenti semite or the immediate junior batch’s girls. Sky dusks and everyone is back to mess for the pathetic excuse of having dinner. Thereafter what happens in hostel rooms while playing “infected mushroom”  is beyond words. That’s where I think about my screwed up first year and I say it to myself "Totally worth it….."

C loves me...C loves me not...

#include<stdio.h>
#include<string.h>

int main()
{
    int i, n;
    char *x="Alice";
    n = strlen(x);
    *x = x[n];
    for(i=0; i<=n; i++)
    {
        printf("%s ", x);
        x++;
    }
    return 0;
}

Hi C programmers, the output of the above program should have been: lice ice ce e

but when compiled it gives the output as follows : Alice lice ice ce e

Could someone please explain?

Adios Noida!

A staccato end has arrived.Packing my bags now to leave this wonderful city.From sweltering and palling July to Dilli ki Sardi, Sinewy buildings to dilapidated roadside slums, I have seen it all.
Also from BITS side of my life, did seminars with pontification of professors and truanted a lot of office responsibilities as well. :)
Heard a lot of catch phrases like: ye to accha hai,ye to accha nai hai,ye to accha hua,ye to accha nai hua,ye to acchi lag rahi hai,ye to accha tha,ye to accha nai tha,ye to accha hoga.....and many more...
Free lunches are not free at all.Learnt to be a little foppish about dressing up from shivam and how to tesselate sarcasm within phrases from milind.Been a 10 pointer in this Internship semester #ShowOff_max.
And the other side of the coin,had some bad experiences as well.
Still noida will be missed badly.Hoping to frequent it once in a while.GIP,CSM,Atta Market,Shipra,Aditya Mall,Jaipuria (sucking) Mall,Pyramid and many more places.
Adios Noida!