Andy tu rehne de

I was born on a cold November night in 1985,
The nurse just kept on pinching me hoping I would cry,
To get back I then grabbed her nose & happily began to sway
She gave me one tight slap and said – Andy ,tu rehne de

As a kid I longed to roll in mud and eat with dirty hands,
Steal a candy from candyman, build sandcastles in sands,
All I needed was to cross the street where all miracles lay,
But mom kept holding my hand to say – Andy, tu rehne de

And then there was this girl I digged, cutest smile under the sky,
With rosy cheeks & bouncy hair & twinkle in the eye,
Red rose in hand I went to her on Valentine’s Day,
With pity looks she smiled & said – Andy, tu renhe de

At work I slogged & slogged & slogged, till morning turned to night,
My boss was worse than Hari Sadu, he just wouldn’t give respite,
Appraisal Day, I knocked his door, hoping promotion in some way,
With taunting eyes he waved me off – Andy, tu rehne de

I had two kids – a handsome boy and a baby girl too,
I thought I’ll take them boating trip and take them to the zoo,
Take out time from work I will, with kids then I shall play,
But baby girl moved her baby lips – Daddy, tu rehne de

And so I turned a grey old man with ailments as my friends,
Diabetes and heart attacks and growing sugar trends,
To doc I said – Mate give me meds, to keep these things at bay,
He shook his head and sadly said – Andy, tu rehne de

Then one fine day I left the world and reached the pearly gates,
Heavens had increased their fees, hell had reasonable rates,
“O almighty! Just get me through to heaven!” I would pray,
To this He raised his blessed hand and said - Andy…………. :D

O Captain My Captain

O Captain My Captain!!

I give my sword to thee

It has fought its way to glory

Martyr’s worthy it would be

Take my sword to the mountains O Captain

Where my mama waits with moist eyes

Where cool breeze still flows through the meadows

And stars still shine in the skies

Its funny, at death, O Captain

The thing closest to my heart

Was neither hatred nor fear nor anger

It was the enemy’s dart

I measured the enemy O Captain

His eyes weren’t much different from me

They told a similar story

Of pain and agony

I fought for the kingdom O Captain

I fought for that last inch of land

Never asking for theories or reasons

Never thinking of making a stand

And so I lay on the field O captain

Wondering was the sacrifice worthy

And with pride (or guilt?) O captain

I give my sword to thee

Stupid Poem

Just

Typing a stupid poem that i wrote in a lecture. The lecture was about time management and i was supposed to take notes :P

I got bored and wrote a poem instead.

The poem itself is childish.So like rest of my blog. do not take it seriously.

TIME MANAGEMENT

Mornings & afternoons & evenings & nights

Studies and prayers and parties and fights

Loosing seconds, I wonder , has it become a crime?

Why is it so hard to manage the time?

The hourglass, he is ruthless, he stops for none

Those minutes, so precious, are always on run

Are they selling them somewhere, in dollars or dime?

If yes then I would gladly buy me some time

It's funny, the time, he treats all the same

He gives all the same day, with same time frame

Who win in this time frame are kings, rest are mimes

For them its not that hard to manage the time

For me, i must admit, i suck at this stuff

I waste many hours & things do get rough

I am writing this next line , for the poem to rhyme

Me thinks its time for me to manage some time :-)

How do I start?

Helos,

To everyone who is reading these combination of alphabets (also know as blog) - Let me begin by introducing myself.

1) I am Aneesh, an engineer, a soon to be MBA, and an Indian.

(I am sure more than 50% of the readers would have drifted to some other site by now...I Know I would have if I was in their place)

2) I have no USP. At least not any that i am aware of. I did my graduation from a decent college with decent marks, i went on to work for a software firm with decent salary, tried my hand at cracking MBA entrance exams, put up a decent effort and here I am now at one more decent college. What a bloody decent career!

(80% readers gone am sure...those remaining are friends or family)

3) I have blogged before, lots of it in fact, but i used a pseudo name always. I am bored of it now. From now on I will write blogs with my own identity. Aneesh Deshpande will be an open book from henceforth!!! (that sounds so cheesy... i already hate my guts for typing that line)

(97% readers gone..friends are bored....family disinterested.....3% remaining are those who have lots of time to while away)

4) So, in a nut shell.....Here IAM! This is ME!...and all those other things BA wrote in that song.

Neways...enuf out of me.......so how u doin? :-)