Apology for the betrayal...

I can scarcely look you in the eye

For the pain would torture me more than you know

And I cannot be more sorry for what I have done

But her love just dragged me out your door

She dazzled me at first sight and gave me a peek

At what life could be, away from you

I confess, I broke without even a purr

And for that I apologize, I most certainly do

But you must know we'd been ill for long

Every second seemed like a long year

You brought but the worst in me out

And made me almost forget what was dear

So, with a heavy heart I leave you now

With hope for a better tomorrow for you and me

Be it in another's arms, I shall still smile

And my first, you shall always be!

For the uninitiated, my new mistress resides at - http://aditivedantam.wordpress.com/

See you in my new life!

A few weeks to graduation...

So much has come and gone, a blur,

So much of it one shall hardly miss

Yet smile we shall at the ones we do

For they were moments of such silly bliss!

From walking into foreign land

And feeling right at home so soon

And living in a home that's pure mad

Exactly like you, was the ultimate boon!

In she walked all mighty and short,

With bossiness that alcohol did douse

And sweet affection for my silly whims

And all that yummy food we cooked to gorge!

The curse of the small continued to me follow

As the pint-size 'freakishly strong' I did meet

Boy! Do I curse that ill-fated foam party

That lead to many, no wait, all that I tweet

Then life caught up as others came by

But lost in work or at least trying to be, was I

So I'll spare you details of the mad men as they be

And even of the new fantastic sights I got to see

Instead I'll speak of what is to come

Of me and life, what is to become

I might part ways with this charmed life as it be

But new joys beckon, ones I can't wait to see

Although it has been a joyride with bumps on the way

Let's move on with life Charlie, is what I'd say!

And the happy times shall stay with me for evermore

For I take them to the kids, like good old lore!

Finding India Within...

My grandmother’s father was a doctor for the British government and was a part of the underground freedom movement in the south. So I grew up listening to colorful stories from my grandmother about the era of the freedom struggle when in their own small pocket, my grandma’s friends and relatives mirrored the efforts that snowballed into the force that brought us 15^th August. My mother’s stories often spoke of the sheer vivacity of the streets of Bombay in her growing years. She told me of the wars she lived through – of how blackouts instilled such fear in all their young hearts and all the mothers in the colony would assuage the kids with the same words albeit in languages as disparate as Gujarati and Tamil. Not to be outdone, my father entered the story-telling competition in the house with vivid ball-by-ball descriptions of the 1983 world cup matches and a frame-by-frame narration of the winning moments and the celebrations thereafter.

Until 2^nd April, 2011, I thought I knew what they were talking about. Turns out, I was grossly mistaken!

For twenty-three years, I lived in a happy little suburb of Mumbai, with the definition of national integration often being read by me as a lunch of Punjabi cuisine, typical Maharashtrian snacks in the evening and a Tamilian dinner to end the day! My text-books through my schooling years did a good job of etching the details of the freedom struggle, amongst other great Indian events of the past into memory and I could throw on quite a smirk for remembering those dates right. Every Independence Day and Republic Day, I took great joy in participating in the dance-dramas being put up in school to relive our great struggle for Independence. Although, I think managing to get the centre spot in our dance troupe was my biggest challenge then. Backstreet boys and Linkin Park entered out lives then and the transition into a ‘global’ city culture swept us by. So by the time I reached the airport, passport clutched in hand, admit to a university in the States tucked safely in my pocket, the shift to Los Angeles seemed the most natural thing ever.

The sun and sand of the gorgeous Pacific coast enthralled my senses for a long while but as the sun took a break and a chilly winter hit California, an acute sense of longing for the street food and the masala movies beckoned. Being part of a college community that is home to a sizeable population of Indians, I could see the longing reflected in every direction I looked. For wont of something to fill the hole, our dormant pride in our food and language suddenly took center-stage. The Maharashtrian girl across the street took solace in speaking chaste Marathi to all who hail from Maharashtra while the Punjabi boys on the other side of campus danced the Bhangra at every party they went to. Being from Mumbai, the state divisions had been heretofore very subtle to me and felt like they were literally being etched right then, in front of my eyes in the foreign land. Telugu-speaking people took joy in trashing the Gujaratis while Tamilians all around refused to acknowledge the existence of Hindi as an Indian language.

Then arrived the dawn of the ICC Cricket World Cup 2011 and all was forgotten. As one, we held our breath as the curtain rose on one of the biggest sporting events of the year. Every news article floating online was gobbled up and hotly debated by all and sundry. In dozens, the crowd thronged to the campus to catch the screening of the opening game against Bangladesh. Every boundary drew loud cheers from the crowd and with Sehwag’s knock of 175, hearts filled with hope for surely, India had arrived… We were definitely going to win it this year for Sachin!

And so we trudged along the entire 40-odd-day saga with collective sighs and cheers… Forgotten were the newly found distinctions and all that defined us was the color blue. Come the eve of the semi-final against Pakistan and cricket mania hit fever pitch around USC. Dozens multiplied into hundreds and many of us were left without room at the screening by the Association of Indian students. Determination brought us to the gates of the screening organized by the Pakistan Students Association where ensued as fierce a match off-screen as was being fought on-screen. Every single now elicited a loud response from one half of the room. The game had crossed boundaries to bring citizens of nations known to be arch rivals together. The eve of the 2^nd of April is one that I shall never forget thus becoming a story my offspring will have to endure for ever more.

Anticipating the doubling in viewing audience, the AIS got smart and booked a much bigger area to screen the final. And we needed it. All EIGHT HUNDRED of us. And this number does not include the many having private parties at their homes or elsewhere. Every man and woman with a trace of blue in their bloody was up all night on the eve of the 2^nd, their emotions swinging between the extremes. Zaheer’s first spell drew the applause while many wished Praveen Kumar were not injured for making us endure Sreesanth. Hurried prayers and every superstition ever invented were employed in large numbers to get damned Jayawardena out in vain. Confident initial estimates of the Srilankan total being modest were clouded in doubt by the time the third batting powerplay was in progress. Anxiety colored every face when the last ball determined a total of 274 for Sri Lanka. “Do-able” but “needs caution” was the judgment before the beginning of the second innings.

Alas! Two early wickets and them being Sehwag and Tendulkar sent blood pressures to the roof for many! Every ball was precluded by palpable tension in the room with the loft by Gambhir into the hands of Kulasekara at third man nearly stopping many a pulse. As one, we sighed in relief when the catch was dropped. And then slowly and steadily, as the sheer brilliance of the match unfolded we began to hope. Although Dhoni’s early arrival at the crease saw many a furrowed brow, the captain’s knock eased the pain and even bolstered the hope. Chants of “Dhoni, Dhoni” grew louder by the minute until the forty-ninth over when it peaked at such a decibel level that non-Indians beginning to bustle around campus on a lazy Saturday morning might have had a start. The final six from the captain was lost in a cacophony of celebrations all around the room. Congratulatory wishes and hugs and clps on the back were distributed generously as a night of sleeplessness and high adrenalin culminated in a heady sense of accomplishment – we were world champions! Dear Lord me!! I had to pinch myself to make myself believe it!

And thus, ladies and gentlemen, I finally found a story of my own to narrate. It was no scintillating tale of overthrowing the British empire with non-violence nor was it a heart-wrenching tale of human compassion in the time of war. Yet, on that day, I finally understood what the freedom struggle might have been like. Every last one of us students was threatening to lose our national identity under the guise of regionalist pride. So here’s proof for all the agnostic and the fanatics – true religion is a force that unites. On 2^nd April 2011, we students found God within. We found India again.

Not yet broken...

The Gods warned me of what was to come,

They showed me the shell I would become

Yet blinded by love's foolish ways

I trudged on, unfazed into his murky gaze

And slipped into realms of them pleasant dreams

Where all is true and white, and only hope gleams

So I fooled myself into believing he was the one,

The savior of my soul, with whom a new life had begun

And I was rid of the beasts of doubt

For not once against his honesty did my mind cloud

God sent his army in the shape of friends a many

Who tried their best to show he's ill-worth a penny

I then grew deaf to their pleading shouts

Determined to never live a moment without

The man who had claimed all of my heart

The one who swore we would never part

How silly of me to live those words,

Given, at best, we saw each other for a year's third

Honey, it is only work, he claimed,

All the rumors are the works of the jealous, he blamed

There is no one for me but you, my love,

And then went on to sing tales of the One above

Tales he sang of far and wide,

Mesmerizing me, oh! He did entice

Never once though did he, amongst others show

That undying passion he claimed to store

Yet faith in utopia held me through

And at all other's tales, I scoffed and booed

Foreign shores beckoned both him and me

Away from the others, yet still not together be

His tales grew longer and the letters got few

Yet each screamed louder of some love renewed

But the distance and solitude laid seeds of doubt

Without my loved ones, I wondered what life's about

Each new story he spun, fell flat on me now

Yet I kept giving him a try, each time the last, I vowed

Days grew into months and those turned to years

The strain of it all like a shooting pain in me, seared

I began to pray like never before

That it might all come to a close and I reach the door

Behind which lied my happily ever after

Wherein I could put to rest all the pain with laughter

And so the Gods smiled upon me at last

Showed me the way to a door, away from the past

But it was to be but an opening of my eyes

To see all the lies and his disguise

To hear all the truths I never seemed to hear

To understand, at last, what I had come to fear

He never did love, not me at least

Then why the lies, I screamed, oh beast!

Not much makes sense to me till today

For what did he gain by staking me till my heart did break?

I never asked for one thing from him

Except for me to not be a whim

And yet, he tore me to pieces such

That look life in the face again, I really could not much

Never before had I let anyone this close

Clearly, suicidal, I was when I chose

For memories of my way of life before him

Are to me now, but, very dim

And I am so afraid to spare a look

For what I might find in tomorrow's nook

So stuck I am in limbo now

Forced, to this mighty life, bow

Yet as my muscles strain to bend that neck of mine

I promise to myself to never shed a tear or whine

For what was youth's greatest mistake

After all, no scum like him can in me shake

That unwavering belief in the Heavens above

Where Someone knows what we both deserve

And so, the records will be set right in time

And the last laugh, I bet you, shall me mine!

Preview to the storm!

It’s been sometime since my mind did roam

Into realms beyond the known

In a quest for knowledge for the wise

To create, enhance and devise

A better world for ones still young

An abode of safety, where they belong

Alas! I sit and sigh and shrug my shoulder

Too tired to set about a great endeavor

But I hope to see these dreams come true

‘Tis a gift, this world, is long overdue.

On silent nights I strain me more

To hear those sounds of the lark’s song

But the birds have all lost their voice

And in silence, my whole world seems to belong

I fight, I flail, I struggle hard

To break the shackles and go back to him

To hear him call me beautiful just one last time

To hear him say I am his every whim

We joked, we laughed and hid the blush

We played, we loved we spoke with eyes

Hearing the unsaid and dreaming the spark

Alas, today, all but dust does lie

I writhe inside with grief that’s lost

It’s way around and can’t ever come out

So I pierce within each moment, each day

Wanting but to the heavens shout

That Thou art merciless and deeply so

To nip the beautiful bloom in the bud

And send hopes so pretty crashing to the floor

That cannot be what the good Lord does

And so I pray with grudging hope

That there be some reason to this darkness around

That my love, up there, is at his cocky best

And every mythical joy does him surround

I could never give him what I wanted to here

And so I send fervent prayers up his way

That the after-life be the dream we hope for

And that I can kiss him again, at last, someday.

Singing yea, yea, yippie yippie yea!!

I'll be climbing down the mountains when they come, when they come! I'll be roaming streets of yonder when they come, when they come! I may just freeze my butt off on mountains when they come, when they come!!

Alright, fine, I'll tone down the mad and try and return to states of pseudo-sanity... Mind that I say 'try'...

So, joy to the world, December has come! (ok, I really need to stop talking in these random songs...) It's time for the sweets, the carols, the gifts(hint hint.... ), the snows (at least in pictures), and...........drumroll!!! Reunion with old friends after a year and a half!!!!!!!! AND........... trips to San Francisco, Yosemite (alluding to the freezing butt off section of previous rant), Vegas beckon!!! Woooooooooohooooooooooo!!!

Oops! Might just have two exams left to fail before then... So...ummm..aaah, shall come back with more later....Toodles!!!

You make me wild, you irk me good

You toss my life like no one else could

Yet each time you smile and act so sweet

You make my heart, a little harder beat

I hate you most times of the day

And if I could yell, I know exactly what I'd say

But try as I might I can't make this go

This feeling that you so already know

I pray each day that you might just be nicer to me

So that I may a little happier in life be

But I love you boy, this much is sure

I hope you don't do much else for me to endure! ;)

Pointless Everything

"Purpose! Need! Ambition! Focus! Plan!" People seem to be going hoarse in trying to drill this wannabe motto slogans into your head. They're so focused on their need to plan their purpose in life to achieve all of their ambitions, that somewhere in the chaos, life slips away. Every 'motto' in life takes on new definitions at each step till the point arrives when one just does not remember the reason one started out on this path in the first place! Sigh, and to these wayward, ambitious lot, I'd like to say, "Breathe! Breathe! Breathe!"

It's good to have a destination when setting out on a journey especially if it's touted to be a long, arduous one. But focus on the destination surpassing levels so as to not allow you to admire the journey? Definitely not ideal! On the flip side, meandering aimlessly through thoughtless roads in search for nothing in particular - romantic notion! But meandering so far that one loses all sight of reality? Positively scary! So where DOES one draw the distinguishing line between life and dreams? Between illusions and reality? Between sentiment and practicality?

But then, that IS the point! There is no line to be drawn, no frameworks to be set in life! One may be born to serve a predetermined purpose (yet to verify this statement... my appointment with God is not for a long time yet) but one is definitely not supposed to open his eyes to the world knowing fully well what he must accomplish! There are no hard do's and don'ts in life! There is no reason why a man hell bent on becoming a doctor to save lives cannot change his mind and decide to be a butcher instead! There is no reason why a man heretofore unfaithful in love cannot grow to be the most loyal husband to his third wife! There is absolutely no reason to anything in life! And conversely, there is an underlying purpose to everything in life! It just is not ours to define! Reality is but an illusion we create!

In our incessant need to prove the might of our minds, we often forget the genius of simplicity! That maybe life is not designed to be this complicated after all! We don't need to have a plan for everything in life! Even if we do, it is absolutely natural for it to not work out! There is abundant joy waiting to be unraveled at every step we take... It is but a question of spotting it right! Of clearing our vision of the clouds of doubts, greed and rigidity. Of letting ourselves actually believing in those fairy tales from our school books! Believing that our lives could just be touched with magic!

And with this I bid adieu to y'all to return to bed to dream of brownies baking in the oven, old friends calling to catch up, a promising new year lining up ahead... Oh wait, that is my actual life! :)

Trapped with but encircling gloom

Voice caught, no shout to cry,

Every last ray seems to want to run

Away, oh so fast they fly!

Arms flail about in desperate need

To find that hand to pull through

The mind plays tricks and so you hope

That some shadow of the past will show

Yet time ticks by and the darkness grows

Even the mind numbs as truth prevails

Arms fall back and shoulders sag

And you prepare to journey on the next trail

But before you set foot on paths anew

You vow to quell all hope in you

For it is that which lead you here

And blinded you with things seeming dear

For long, I believed in fairy tales

Of shiny armors and valiant knights

Of Godmothers, magic and star dust too

In Santa Claus and the heavenly lights

Yet every now and then I'd think

Why life seemed so bent to sing

Of thorns on beds of roses red

And hearts that with pain, bled and bled.

And today, I wake to what now seems real

A journey not all that sweet and magical

Dreams of the past need new suits on now

A smiling face must also learn to frown

Heart brimming with love must learn not to share

Each man must learn how not to care

Look inwards now for all hope and strength

Love yourself now to any length

For no knights out there shall save your pride

No fairy godmother will give you a carriage that wide

No prince shall live happily ever after with you

All your dreams, only you can make come true

So you may still believe in fairy lights

But remember, that's just for the sleeping nights

There is no shame, no pain to be felt

In finding self alone, disarrayed and unkept

For the joy when our dreams now come true

Are ours alone, not split in two!

A dream

He hovers around while I try to work

And I swat away like an angry fly

Yet the moment he pretends to draw away

I pull him close before he finishes the try

Pulled up so close, I turn quite shy

And blush with joy at the look in his eye

A knock on the door snaps us out of it

And before we know, the den's all lit

So many people swarm about

Each wanting to talk, laugh or dance about

A party it is, yet I itch to break free

Be marooned on an island, just him and me

He seems at ease, working the whole crowd

All my friends so he doesn't want to leave no doubt

And a few close ones laugh and smile

At his earnest effort to want to be mine

My heart melts, yet again, in his subtle love

How did I get so lucky, dear God above?

My question's answered with a rude shove

With a persistent, " wake up, love!"

I come back to me and the life not so sweet

Where nor my phone chirps nor does he tweet

'Twas a dream, as it always is

With a sigh I roll over and stare into the abyss.

He still is as far away as he can be

Making it months and now years since I saw him, see

Sheer agony he has but put me through

Yet I dream, I dream of but him, a fool.

Life's not a dream and probably never will be

Yet I pray that one day this dream, I shall see.

A Random email...

Oye lucky lucky oye!!! Oh lucky lucky!!!!

Saade baara baje, hum ghar se nahi chale...what's going on??? what's going on???

Toote hai sab purje, phat-phat sar bhi phate, what's going on??! what's going on??

badi mushkil hai... toota mera dil hai

aur itna kaam hai ki dil roye haan

jaake kahaan main rapat likhaoon?

koi batlaye na...

mujhe neend na aaye....... mujhe chain na aaye...

mujhe kuch bhi na aaye...

najaane kahaan dil kho gaya.... na jaane kahaan dil kho gaya...

mere piya gaye rangoon wahaan pe mara hai telephone

piya ki yaad sataati hai...jiya mein aag lagaati hai!!

tick tick tick tick...tidididi tick tick...chalti jaaye ghadi...

What is your smile number?? Karoon kya dial number??

Karni hai private baatein... what is your private number???

Tip tip barsaa paani...paani ne aag lagaayi...

Aag lagi jis dil ko, us dil ko teri yaad aayi!!

Hum dono hai alag-alag... hum dono hai judaa judaa..

o o o o o o o o o o o o o!

Har ghadi badal rahi hai roop zindagi...

Assignment hai kabhi, kabhi spring break zindagi

kis haath ko....main thaam loon???

aaj jo hai yahaan...kal ho na ho!!!

waah waah!! mujhse acha shayaar toh duniya mein nahi!!! Please tell me you recognized all the songs!! If not, please go kill yourself!!!

This message is brought in public interest to you by Aditi is so Fucked Inc. She has an assignment due, a sprained neck, a splitting head, a chronic lethargy and a bus ticket to Arizona for tomorrow... Only confusion...Not a great combination!! Bingo!!!

LOL

I traveled far across the seas

With hope in my heart of much to see

New things, new places beckoned to me

Promising my pains soon old, will be

Alas! That dream but lasted twenty days

And now I seem back to my set ways

I drool, I yawn and my eyes do droop

As my eyes glaze, I feel out of the loop

Apparently classes here are quite like back there

Or it's just me with some chip missing somewhere

Either way I'm backing to sighing and looking up for You

To rid me, again, of this bane called education, so blue.

I try to write.... And I try some more... But either that cell in my brain that had a penchant for writing just fell off when I was laughing too hard to notice or that inevitable retardation of my brain is finally upon me. I am leaning towards the second theory given that I've always believed that like every part of your anatomy, your brain also stagnates in growth. I believe memory might expand but the actual CPU of your self, reaches maximum operating frequency and stops there. So as you add more and more ROM to your maxed out 4 GB RAM.... Retardation ,it is!!

Hah! What better way to exemplify the concept than the ridiculously nerdy description I just narrated! Ah! Engineer for life!! It just is so much tougher to find parallels in any other field for me!! Given the analytical style of functioning my brain is now habituated to...

Ah...sigh... I give up... Am posting this in desperation to see something new on my blog page... Pardon me for unleashing the misery of it on all and sundry ... Hopefully, I just might manage to upgrade my RAM once again... :D

Reach the shore...

Each time the sun comes out all happy and gay

You hope that that was the last night coming your way

You pray and wish with all your heart

That somehow you've been blessed with the art

Of solving life, the puzzle as it be

With the things to do and more to see

And yet, cometh the night like clockwork tick

With darkness so deep that your each nerve does prick

You slip into bowels of despair and doubt

And are too scared to even give hope a shout

You know it won't matter much tomorrow

But today, it brings on nought but sorrow

You berate yourself over and over again

To have landed yourself in this pool of pain

Life's taught you well and taught you good

That each step is our choice, as it always should

So why do you flounder and give night the way

To come into your life and cloud the bright day

You know better, you are smarter than this

You did after all figure your way to bliss

So why must you fall into life's silly traps

So that it, in gloom, does you wrap?

You don't deserve this, you are worth more

So hold the boat tight and wait to reach the shore

Where the sun will peep right back up the horizon

And life'll be the joy it almost always has been...

Team's lined up, the whistle's blown,

Rules all pored over, plan's all drawn out,

Each step marked and each move detailed

And then feet of lead raise that first doubt

Stuck, you numb to the world raging around

Miss the team's yells and the timer's shrieks,

Lost in turmoil to find that elusive beast

Called purpose, that'd delineate the future, now bleak

It's been said often, it's been said well,

And each time the lament loses its sheen

In the face of maturity and some calm,

One but laughs at how silly one's been

But yet it's said often and will be said more so

For every now and then, life throws a moment

When all will yearns to go astray

And every decision craves to be bent

So in creeps, doubt, a friendly beast

Gets you talking for hours, at least,

And takes you through all that could have been

Making sure with care, each frame, you've seen

Then bids adieu leaving a raging war

In the bowels of the mind, not even far

So the night passes in restless wait

For the dawn, which for sure, does bait

But here, at last, creeps the sun's rays

And that's the last of the war, you pray

The sounds go silent, you hear no bombs

But it's just a calm before the storm, dear one

For it's a game He loves to play often

And He's sure to tease you again, for fun...

So best just sleep on it, and wait for day

Wish I learned to listen, at least once, to what I say!!

Taming beasts...

You know that indescribable feeling in the pit of your stomach that keeps you awake for days together?? That itch that you can't name but grow to hate with all your heart?? That annoying little voice that only speaks in gibberish in the back of your head?? Argh! I hate that time... It makes me antsy and restless and makes me oscillate between wanting to have a go at the next guy to walk past and .... well, yeah, just go hit something... Argh!!

I never know what it's about...I never know what triggers it...And I sure as hell don't know how to get rid of it... My best antidote used to be talking to this one friend till the heat subsides and I can go back to normalcy...Turns out, either the beast is newly resistant to my favored antidote or he and I have turned a corner in life... Sigh...So here I am, restless, edgy and almost frantic with not a clue as to how or why I ended up here... In fact, having my antidote busted just annoys me more... Dammit!

Yeah, sorry for the mood of this post...I don't like to go personal in my posts but it is a desperate attempt to vent... Living 8000 miles away from home limits your options for some good venting... God! I miss home... Well, not always, in fact not much but tonight, I miss home like the blind miss the sun.... I yearn to be back in the comforts of my streets and lanes that made up the kingdom I ruled for over a decade... Back in my foster home playing monopoly with a vengeance... Back on my terrace having crazy philosophical talks with aforementioned antidote... Or in my soul-sister's house watching horrible movies and cooking some popcorn... Or at "college" (meaning my friend's apartment... ) playing raucous rounds of cards and guzzling the beer...Ahhh...life...so perfect in memory...

The good luck with the perfect life extends onto this new continent I now inhabit... I've had a whale of a time meeting whacked creatures and creating new memories... From missed foam parties to victorious poker nights to crashed birthday parties and "sexxxy" birthday parties, I've had a ball from the word go... Add to it some glorious beaches nearby and being a stone's through away from George Clooney and Staples Center.... ahhh! Yes, life's perfect in reality as well... There's renewed purpose, although a lack of will, and a perfect setting to achieve childhood dreams... There's hope staring me in the face from all corners... And yet...

And yet, it is this infuriating poke in the pit of my stomach that clouds my mind... I don't know what it is... Hell, I don't even know why it is... It probably is my greedy heart wanting more from my near-perfect life... Wishing that memory and reality would fuse into a rosy future... Wishing for Monopoly parties at Palisades with old friends and new... Ahhh... that beast, "Greed".... Gets us all in the end... Sneaky monster... Creeps up on you even when your guard is on alert... Sighh...And the mind flows with the pretty pictures he paints... After all, ain't no crime to dream THE DREAM, is it??If only I knew how to tame the beast and let me sleep... so that I could actually just "dream".... siiggghhhh....

Note to Ranga...

I write to you now under great duress

From this 'dark' evil guy I never wanted to impress

For crazy 'little' friends in my new mad life

Seem intent to add him to my pain and strife

So they slip him secrets and get him to prod

Till he sits plum, expecting poems, the bloody sod

And gosh! I am stupid to bend to his whim

Especially since right now, I don't even like him!

No netbooks do lure, no racquet ball meets

Oh why am I writing this if with but sarcasm he will it greet?

A fool, a fool, a fool am I

And in the words of my beloved roomie, now please 'Go die!'

First report

My first one coming from shores afar

So much has changed and yet I'm under the same stars

New faces, new places greet my eye

And I completely lose track of time flying by

There's just so much to do and so much to see

Two years seem too less to at this great place be

The buildings stand so beautiful and tall

And cars whizz by me as I yearn to drive them all

The trip to the beach made me go ooh and aah

And it delights me to know Staples Center aint far!

I got sport, I got food and one hell of a life

I know it's just the start but I can't wait to dive!!

Woo hooo!!!