HARSH

Right from the times when we used to play Hand Cricket in school, to all the crap we did in the 11th and 12th to meeting up after u were done with ur college to meeting up everytime there was anyone in town and just catching up, to the random call that would go on for hours, every moment with you Harsh has been cherished.

Every single story of yours has and forever will be remembered.

No one has fought as bravely as you, for every single thing, with the biggest smile always on your face. The positive spin of yours on every single thing has spoken volumes always.

That you have moved onto the next journey has not sunk in. Perhaps wont. You live on in every person's heart you have touched. Keep rocking the heavens.

Harsh, Till later....

The Farting Competition

The Farting Competition,

Has an impossible mission.

Your fart has to be so ferocious,

It has to knock everyone unconscious.

So in the year 1948

It was held at the India Gate.

Where thousands had arrived,

Eating things only fried.

And then started the competition

Towards the impossible mission.

First came up a man who looked like a bear,

And let his fart in the air.

It went and reached the Kumbh Mela fair.

It knocked only one person down there,

And came back to the great big bear.

Then a woman came up.

She looked like a great big pup.

A sizzling sound was heard up there.

She had let a stink in the air.

It knocked down only ten people.

Though others felt feeble.

Then came up a stout tall man,

And let his fart like a bang.

It knocked and knocked everyone down.

The air around was only brown.

As methane filled the ground,

A winner at last was found!

-Written years back...(in the 9th grade) so pardon the idiocy ;)

The Choir of Silence

A quiet humming, a bird silently sings.
Is it noise, or the choir of silence?

The leaves rustle, a soft wind blows by...
And ever so silently, a raindrop falls and makes a splash.

The quiet sound of a baby, which in its own way sings
Makes perfect rhythm with a kid shrieking in joy.

A silent wail of despair around...
As a homeless man asks for alms in the silence of the sound.

An angry shout by the blowing car horn...
Blends with the din as the moon appears alongside the thunder.

There is laughter, there is a sigh.
A quiet smile, a huge cry.

There is stomping of the feet as the signal turns green.
Screeching car tires express their feeling.

And as if a play in motion, everything moves along.
In the noise, in the din - Silence plays its song.

Shaala...

Manachi ek kalpana,
Jyat aapan shikto.
Jyat aapan aapla drushtikon vadhavto.

Jyat kahi bandhan nahi...
Jyat kahi seema hi nahi...

Varya sarkha vahu shakto...
Nadya sarkha bahu shakto...

Samudra kinare baslelya sarkha latanna tasan tas baghu shakto...
Nahitar eka rang spardhyat, jeevanachya kaagdavar rang bharu shakto...

Jithe aapan padto, pan padyavar punha uthto, pudhe badhto.

Hee jeevan ach ek shaala aahe.
Je aapan kuthetari visarloy.


Heavily inspired by the Marathi movie - Shaala.