THE FASHION AGE

THE FASHION AGE



This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
And the fashion changes,
Day In & Day OUT,
Hence the Question,
What is in & What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
Never mind if you are not in your teenage,
Clothes for the thin,
Suiting for the fat and stout, and this is,
What makes me ask,
What is in & What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
The victims of this caught in an unending maze,
As for those still untouched,
Don’t know what it is all about,
They too want to know,
What is in and What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
The craze of buying fashionable products is,
Making them rush for mortgage,
And when it’s time to repay,
The softest words make them shout,
That is because they spend without knowing,
What is in and What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
Every happening product today is later,
Stuffed in the garage,
This is what people find,
Difficult to work with,
That what is in will someday definitely be out.

To Mamma... with Love...

Recurring thunderbolts,
The uproarious windmill,
Symbolizing danger,
That the lady fell ill.


Sneezing all day,
Coughing all night,
The body broke down,
But, firm stood the might.


Bedridden at the hospital,
She dried up day after day,
Faces turned pale,
Family in dismay.


Doc’ wouldn’t give up,
Would unmask the tumour’s stealth,
He came. He saw.
He treated the lady to health.


Blood from donors come helpful,
It sets them on song.
Showered with praises, the doctor
Blushed all day long.


The clouds cleared the sky,
Mum kept the heaven’s knell,
Still stood the mill,
Knowing the pretty lady was well.

"T"ime

So, its time to write something on time,
Let’s hope I have enough words to rhyme!
No wonder the Wiseman calls it money,
Because one may delay, but time hops past like a bunny.
Leaving aside the car and catching a flight,
Save us a good day’s journey & one long night.
Money can buy most things, but what can buy money?
Don’t chewing one’s own teeth for lunch sound funny?

Time is ethereal, time is unseen,
You can stop the clock, but not the time, so mean!
Live not by the days, the hours, and the minutes but like the butterfly,
That relishes every moment that passes by.
Money can buy you a part of time, not the whole of it,
And if it could, the wealthy in their tombs would never fit.

! dream of Newton

“Chemistry is alpha-numeric“, was the last thing I heard the teacher say,
Tired of listening for over an hour,
I looked at the sky through the window beside me,
And then rested my forehead on the desk-
TO THINK WHAT I WANT TO BE….

When I wish, I want to be a cricketer,
I think of Saurav Ganguly charging down the crease
I’m afraid, I don’t have the muscles and power,
The mind inside says, ’Try something different, please!”.

When I wish, I want to be a singer,
I think of Sonu Nigam’s versatile voice,
I don’t have the inborn talent to charm the audience,
So I feel, singing won’t be the right choice.

When I wish, I should be an IIT-ian,
I think of my friends’ bookshelves filled with rich and elaborate text,
I confess, I don’t have the patience to read them all,
I think, I’m made for something special next.

When I wish, I want to be a painter,
I think of Picasso’s paintings which are seldom what we think they are,
I realize, I don’t have the uncanny gift of painting pictorial abstractions,
I feel, from me, easel and canvass are a bit too far.

Once I wanted to be a businessman,
I thought of Microsoft and Bill Gates’ monologues on lecterns worldwide,
I admit, I don’t have the vision and passion to match his,
I feel I should take a different stride.

When I wish, I were a poet,
I think of Wordsworth’s words worth millions,
Alas! I don’t have the creative genius to write newer things,
I feel I must look for newer horizons.

Having browsed through every idea in mind,
Could I find nothing that brings me satisfaction?
Everything I wished was counteracted by practical after- thoughts,
And they never lead to an affirmative decision.

I was frustrated, not confused;
(Because to be confused, you need multiple choices and I had none)
Sad with a heavy heart between my ribs, I turned to God,
And prayed-
“GOD, is it still not time to drop the apple on my head?”

Just then a pile of homework sheets landed on my table,
“Stop your day dreaming, till weekend!” whispered the copy with a grinning centre-spread.