Expresso!

A boys mind:   Failing is bad and there should be a penalty or a punishment for failing. Bangalore University has NASA rules; a student failing in odd semester can write the paper in the next odd semester. Same goes with the even. But did you ever think who suffers? When I appeared for my 4 th semester exams, the results displayed absent for two of my papers. I went to the university to check what happened. And guess what? My exam papers were missing. I accepted it as university’s inefficiency and my bad luck. Carrying two arrears I went on to final year. Having written my 6 th sem and 4 th sem exams I waited for results. I am not a very bright student although I tried hard to get through. I failed in one of my 4 th sem papers again. Here, let me tell you what my punishment is. It is worse than stealing or carrying narcotics. I have to wait one whole year to appear for one paper. My girlfriend passed out, my sister has to get admission into engineering this year and my fa...

The Girl inside Someone told me there is a little girl inside me. Since then I tried hard to figure which is the little girl that is inside and which is the big girl that is outside as a cover. I went into a dilemma if it was a good thing or a bad. Failing to figure it out I dropped the self questioning until yesterday. On the way home from office yesterday, I booked a new bike. I was planning for a bike for over a month. When I got home I told Chuck about it. You may assume Chuck to be anybody. At first he congratulated me, later when I asked him to come with me the next week for the bike's delivery, he denied. I understood. It was the 'I' factor. Rather than questioning him right then, like I would have done normally, I simply kept quite. An hour later I asked him about dinner, on which he got a little irritated. Although I ordered Chinese and got over with it. Now, it was bed time, its been a while we dint make love. I went closer to him to and slowly slipped my hand...

When words flow| It is Saturday morning today, I am sitting alone in my office. Most of my mates are late or on leave for we attended our managers b'day last night. I am staring at my workstation, yet unaware of what's happening on it. I can rather hear a pigeon cooing, sounds like gargling to me. A constant ramming of a small hammer on nail, probably a carpenter. A loud auto-rickshaw, probably emitting black smoke.  I can hear the crisp flips of newspaper pages, my office assistant. The voices so distinct coming into my ears, pausing my days work. Everything around me sounds so rhythmic yet melancholic. Oh my! Why? Am I sad?. or Why am I sad? There is a pain though nothing happened. A loneliness though everyone's around. It happens to me, I know,at times. Its unknown, I miss him. Whom? I don't know.  Its unknown. But this is familiar. This is when i let it flow. This is when i write'.