Thursday, December 11, 2014

I cannot write.

I cannot write.

I simply am unable to even put together words, to conjure that magic in a sentence that seems to instantly lift the burden off your throbbing temples and lay it gently on to anyone else's that cares to read what you have written.

But no, today I am not given that satisfaction.

Today, like most other days, I shall have to carry it with me, until somewhere someday it will all unravel itself in a typhoon of poetry upon an ocean of language, making landfall against a mountain of forgotten metaphors with inky rain.

For that stormy masterpiece I wait.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

ravanous regrets !

it was never how you wanted it to be,
my apologies for never trying,
you have always been the cheery light,
me, forever dark and brooding.

my grevious faults now I face,
a lost wandering Brahmin,
too afraid of losing to even try,
fearful even to love, laugh or cry.

a colourful carnage of emotions,
a spirit like unto Devi Durgi is yours,
tempered and quiet, a worshipper
of the graceful goddesses of knowledge am I.

you, a phoenix are free to fly,
you can suffer and again, be reborn.

a dolphin, I am bound to my oceans,
moving around the world with scorn

thus I shall spend my days,
swimming in tears of salty regret,
never to see you smile,
never to forget.

- P.S.

(from a long long time ago)

Listening to "Cham Cham (Striker)" with some fine Rosé for company.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

In Memoriam

I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel:
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given outline and no more.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Monday, September 17, 2012

Abrupt Internet outage - windows 7, network adapter, IP stack binding, not working

Problem: - Sudden internet outage, connected through LAN cable. Troubleshoot tells me that the driver is corrupted or not working. Further troubleshooting of the network adapter shows error "Windows couldn't automatically bind the IP protocol stack to the network adapter."

System: - Windows 7, Dell Inspiron 14R Notebook


Go to System > Device Manager > Network Adapter > Disable and enable the device

If not working still, check if you have the network drivers and then re-install the drivers. This should most definitely work.

If not working, follow below steps: -
1. Open cmd prompt (run as administrator)
2. Run "netsh int ip reset resetlog.txt"
3. "shutdown /r"
4. This sets two registry keys which help in IP binding.

If this isn't working as well, check if the network adapter is working fine by booting from a different operating system, preferably linux based. This should give you more info on what the problem could be.

The end.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Locked Out

10:00 AM Sunday - Goes out for laundry. Realises he doesn't have key as soon as the door is closed. Locked out with no phone or wallet.
10:15 AM - Hausmeister is closed on Sunday. Emergency studentenwerk services says he can either get the door broken open or wait till Monday 7:00 AM.
10:30 AM - Remembers key is in the drawer, and window is half opened.
10:40 AM - Desperation takes over.
10:50 AM - Designs stick with hook with pieces of plastic, cello tape and shards of empty tin can.
11:00 AM - The trial begins. Explains to passerby in broken German what he is trying to do on the window sill.
11:15 AM - Sees the key. Cuts hand on sharp tin foil hook. Bleeds profusely.
11:20 AM - Last attempt. The sun shines beautifully and there is a slight breeze over his sweaty face. The key is on the hook. The stick strains under its weight. He prays under his breath to the gods of his home far away.
11:21 AM - Keys in his hands. Does the Smeagol dance. Holds it close to him and whispers "My Precious".
11:30 AM - Laundry is done. He's back home. Decides not to post this on facebook. Puts it on his blog instead.
11:40 AM - Is famished. Will go eat.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


Summer now in the fatherland,
the days are long,
and all is bright and fair,
on the banks of the mighty Rhine.

It has been eight months now,
in these abundant lands west of home,
land of perfectionists and brewers,
land of thinkers and travelers.

As I twist and turn in my sleep,
I dream of the sun back home,
burning bare-footed devotees,
pulling golden chariots.

Stainless steel cups of filter coffee,
bunches of green mango leaves,
the lingering scent of jackfruit,
and crushed jasmine.

Sweaty brown bodies,
straining under giant wheels of religion,
defying the afternoon heat,
in the shadow of their Aryan god.

I dream of uncles,
of huge cauldrons of lime juice.
of green betel leaves,
and sachets of sweetened betel nuts.

I dream of home land,
full of fatalists,
waiting for Kali Yuga,
bound by their karma.

I dream of the rocky Kaveri,
twisting through sandal woods,
traffic horns and temple chants,
trespassing tiger country.

And then I wake, nostalgic,
with memories of an after taste,
of sugar cane juice and sugary kisses,
the sun rises very early here.

Ouzo, distilled by the Greeks,
who were once a glorious people,
now decadent with civilization,
slowly turns white beside me...

Sunday, June 3, 2012


It's like a phacking fairy tale, ain't it?