Whistle

Spreading our lives

Around like a deck

Of 52 card draws

Ideas wild

Like a forest fire

Dangerous as the

Tips of razor blades yet

Fragile as a virgins first kiss

Minds as fair

As the judicial system

We are a new generation

A generation of longevity creation elation

Controlled by no hand

Ordered out by no one

Fighting for every penny

Every nickel and dime

Fighting for a last call

That will never come

If the bomb were to drop

We would be there to catch it

Our ideas like wild fires

Engulfing every youth with

Their smile of innocence

(though not everyone smiles truthfully)

Members break off like

The leaves that fall from our trees

Moving on

Following their own song

All the angel headed hipsters

Dancing in the wakes of ocean dreams

Move through the streams of memory

Their souls busting out the seams

We drift through time

Picking at the problems of this

Special unique day

What a way to spend

All the time we were given

For free

Work for nothing

But we don't mind at all

When the party is up

We return the call

Holding each other

Till dawn decides to break

A take we search for

A present we were born to

Strive for

Now wake with a wink

And a smile

To a sun that will

Always have your number

Shout out

That life is here

For me but

Not only me!

Let the pool table balls fall

And try not to stall

When the lady in the corner

Asks for your hand in the hall

Love is worth chasing

Dying

And fighting for

Oh' Youth...

How little we know

How hard we search

How little we realize

How short all this is.

Only if a Cat could write !

Ever wondered, what it would be like to read autobiography of a cat ?

Hi, I am Gabru ! Yes, that sounds such a rowdy name but my lady master is surely the one who could so much relate to this name. From bossing around the house to dumping her boyfriends for not being able to differentiate between magenta and purple, she totally in all aspects justifies this act of naming me something sounding as rowdy as "Gabru" !

My life has seen a lot of ups and downs at this tender age of 4. Brimming with pride when flaunting my furry while tail, I make sure I don't let the bad phases of my life reflect on the seamless beauty I have inherited from Momma. She was a tortoiseshell, a blend of tabby, ginger, black, white, each different to its texture. The supposed theory among those dumb humans is that all tortoiseshell are females but having conversed with few of those cats myself, I do realize the Cat eunichs also exist in tortoiseshells but humans think they are too smart to decipher the genders with our "purrrs" !

Reminiscing the early days of my life, it indeed was joyful ! We were 5 of us, Momma and my 4 elder siblings. Daddy dear seemed to have been absconding since forever, so not much of a clue on what breed he belonged to. Well, it never either mattered, with those sparkling eyes and shining fur, I had all the prowress to seduce anybody, so the breed of Daddy was a redundant information.

I was born with a silver spoon, in the backyard of a huge bungalow which seemed to have forbidden a whole big garage for reasons unknown. Sleeping in the backseat of the Limousine abandoned in the garage, I would always dream of growing to a slim sexy cat who would be pampered and carried all the day long, travelling to places on hot wheels and being flaunted to the world. As I grew and got a little hold of my senses, I just ran away from the garage to get myself noticed to the girl living across the street. She seemed to be having the perfect class and sophistication that would match my standards and upbringing. She was my mission, I had to woo her to adopt me at any cost for the better good and I finally managed to do so and today here I am !

Phew ! She is not that eventful as I though she would be. Her taste of music doesn't suit mine at all and her taste in guys is even worse but thankfully she owns the attitude to change them with time. That gives me a lot of satisfaction since I really need variety of those hands playing with my soft skin. Though I miss my limousine, its like a trade off. I have to bear with her weird antics at times but usually they do not interfere in my space with random leftover feeding and itching all over.

Ofcourse spending another couple of years is fine here but then the girl plans to get married and with her to-be husband around, I don't think I would get the requisite attention I deserve. So in the long term, I plan to switch and move off to somebody who is abundantly well to do to afford my class and stature.

Till then, signing off here !

Impromptu Rains

The purple blemished skyline hitting the flat terrace of the Academic block in the backdrop of the hazy Kasauli hills; a vision so beautiful, a feeling so serene is something I have never experienced standing in the basketball court inspite of the uncountable times I have been there. The joy of inking the feel of winds brushing my hair through my cheeks is indeed magical. The music of the sway is just sinking in with every moment of the diminishing orange ray of the cloudy sun. These tiny little droplets as they kiss me and drop down my face leaves me with an exorbitant amount of vibrant love from the unknown; the chirpy clouds, the vibrant sun, the hidden moon and the fresh air. Every step that I move on the soft ground towards my room embodies a feeling of belongingness, to this very place , to the numerous priceless moments this place has given me, to the several music sessions in the lawns, to the all night gossiping sitting on the window, to the mid-night chai and to those long walks. A year in this place that has been my abode, has given me all. A shorter, mini version of life, perhaps. Life would surely have been unfair had this not happened to me. It totally baffles me how these forces of nature influence the rampant thought process in the tiny brain with the train of nostalgia accelerating and overtaking the present, but indeed these forces have all the power to mould even the hurtful of  memories to beautiful preserving moments for the rest of the life. This feeling of the desire to hold on to this time diminishes just as fast as sand in a closed fist. Time is a weird presence in life, doesn't stay for you, neither does it let you stay even if you want to. With just another month to go, I want to cherish and preserve every moment spent here for a lifetime of happiness.