So long and thanks for all the fish!

It is near official that I have secured admission to the University of Manchester. All joys are not always complete and this happens to be another one of those joys. For the 'n'th time in my life I will be forced to wait for something, on this occasion it is the receipt of a letter (yet again) from the University. Like every other eager about-to-go-to-college teenager, I am eagerly waiting for this letter rueing the fact that it cannot come any sooner than 2 weeks from now... "another" test of patience. It seems to be the most frequent tests of life and yet it is the most trying one that I have experienced!!

Poetic Devices

Does a poet's imagination...

include rhyme schemes and alliterations?

Believe me when I quote -

An "Onamotopoea", I never wrote!

Defensively aggressive!!

Wonder what's that?

My teacher would be dangerously suppressive...

But musn't they understand...

creating a transferred epithet..

gives any poet, a splitting headache!

Uncoordinated thoughts put into 4 stanzas,

Over this I cannot see any fuss.

After all, isn't poetry all about...

penning down flowing sentences, full of class!

Lastly, poets bestow upon readers,

sentences complicated and occasionally tedious.

Readers, endowed with superhuman comprehension...

create poetic devices to duplicate their complication...

while us poets with laughter quake...

you readers forge a comprehension,

for your own sake.

Boredom

It's times like these where you almost believe you have ceased to exist. Of course I am talking about boredom. There's a saying that "An idle mind is a devil's workshop". Well, I wouldn't really mind the devil working in my mind but it seems that even he's got sick of the boredom, of the thick cobwebs i my mind. Let me reason to justify my boredom. - how many tennis matches (Wimbledon) can a person watch in a day? = Not too many I would imagine. - how long can a person read a book in an entire day? = I like reading, but if I read a book for one entire day, I would consider myself sublimely gifted in the art of reading books... no can do! - how long can one try to learn how to play the guitar? = 2 hours of patient learning is all that I can manage really... and that too I "try". - now comes the stinging question: can a person repeat these actions for 7 consecutive days?? Sadly the answer is "yes" but only if that person were "paid" to do so!! I'm not... Times like this you're hoping that your friends come to the rescue. Unfortunately, the same friends whom you'd treat to ice creams on any given occasion, the same friends you'd talk to all day, grinning and grimacing, the friends you'd share your deepest secrets with... they disappear. It's like some kind of natural law that none of the great people like Newton or Einstein ever managed to predict. They were all too busy making up their hair and solving mind boggling physics to ponder on matters so insignificant. They made friends with their brains and fame. I do not possess fame, I possess a layman's brain. Back to belief, "A friend in need is a friend indeed" ... how SO NOT QUAINT ... from what I'm experiencing it may go something like this "A friend in need, is a friend in need of doing a deed" ... I know, definitely not your modern day Tenali Raman but fortuantely the freedom of speech and expression has been granted to the citizens of India, and I made complete use of it. Onto a few more poems then... Cheerio, hoping to get rid of "Boredom" the new form of plague!!!

Vanakkam a Chennai !!

ECR Beach

Wet Butts!! Me n Bro! Utsav or Fatuti --- Rajni (ish)Style

The Broken Warrior

Another bloody day draws to a close,

a sad one to say the least...

the rumbling thunder overhead,

does nothing to disturb...

the slain motionless beast.

Like a broken warrior,

it lies splayed,

it's ghastly wounds

fresh and decayed

still breathing...

still bleeding...

still weeping...

from the thorough beating.

A heroic battle,

it had fought,

all in vain...

for the war was lost.

Eternal darkness, to end the pain...

swept over the creature

its eyes rolled up...

peaceful sepulchre...

[Alas, the evil SuboK... prevails]

-IMES & -INES

Once upon a time

I committed a crime

I inspected a wind chime

My curiousity got squeezed, like a lime

towards a beutiful demon which said, "sine and cosine"

and hence began a time

my brain expereince a famine

that I even forgot to dine

I am of course talking about sulphates & amines

and I mean it when I pine

I dislike the subject, SCI(ENCE).

After experiencing a 9 hour power failure, from 7 p.m. to 4 a.m. in the morning (that's right FOUR A.M. in the morning), things are finally looking up. The long awaited letter has arrived, confirming my place at the University of Manchester. Now, I have to correspond with the University to complete all the admission particulars. Aaaaah! It feels so good to know that the next 3-4 years will be spent in a definite place. After school, a student's greatest fear is where he'll be placed. Certainly I'm no exception to that fear, admittedly I experienced this fear as few only can. Fear would be an understatement, terror used over here would be apt. The overwhelming relief first sweeps over you and then comes that moment where you lose yourself and dream. It is a moment I will cherish forever in my life.

With this sweet moment comes a bitter one as well. The letter requires me to send some details to the University. The only snag is a 3 letter word, which still strikes respect in a teenage boy's heart : D-A-D. Apparently, father has to scan these "details" before I send my email. Hardly a trifle, innit!!? 'Fraid not! There is a complication : Dad is out of town and returns in a few days. After anticipating this much anticipated letter for quite some time, I previously posted that I'm experiencing hari fall because of the tension. Looks like I could achieve baldness in a few days. Sigh!

On a lighter note, I know that I am finally welcome in Manchester. I am grateful to everyone who supported me starting from my parents to my teachers and finally God. Thank you so much! In the next few posts, I'll try and upload a few poems and photographs to make the blog look... a little healthy. Until then, its goodbye. :D

A New Beginning

Hi, I am Utsav Sarkar, and I have just created a blog. Actually, the blog is in existence since 2005 but the difficult times that life has brought have resulted in a negligence whose magnitude cannot be fathomed. Originally it was called "Teenage Wasteland" but as I open the blog now and look at the name, I can't imagine in what kind of mood I was to name the blog with such a ridiculous name. I do not encourage other people to read this because I do not seek any attention. Friends are welcome, stranger are welcome, after all that is the role of a blog --- Popularity, which I do not seek. In the next few days, I shall try to conjure a few posts to make this barren wasteland more presentable. Actually, I think the name of the blog was more apt, however in the near future, I hope it is anything but a wasteland. Currently, my patience is being tested by a long awaited letter that I still yearn for. I assure myself more than my readers that my tone/drone shall change once I have received this letter. It is 2:19 a.m. .... now its 2:20 a.m. Sandman is dancing with his sack before my eyes... Until next time; me, sandman and my incessant drone (of a long awaited letter) Night.