Sunday, August 31, 2008

About Me

In a big city lived a small boy,
with shabby hair and weird beard,
who couldn't relate to his classmates,
and abhorred the complete existence of education,
he didn't believe in an institution called college,
his thinking was different from other souls around,
malls,theaters and fancy restaurants didn't excite him,
music was life for him,
the sound of guitars drove him wild,
but the bad sound of graduation results,
left scars which needed to be healed,
so he left his passion,
drowned in his educational books,
and became another victim of the great middle class,
he became mentally prepared,
for becoming another factory manufactured product,
another means of livelihood,
another product available for mass consumption,
and another money making machine,
and life goes on.....

6 comments:

  1. its a nice thought yaar
    every1 can relate with it

    probably you wrote this for yourself but somewhere down the line i can also relate myself with the boy in this poem

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  3. sound of guitars drove him wild
    but the bad sound of graduation results
    bleak his passion,fighting books he died
    a new man was born that day
    saying his alive, but for the truth
    was buried under the corporate lies
    money made him dance, money made him fight
    no fault of his, he was a corporate slut now
    24x7 money and work he desired
    he still loves his guitar,still loves its sound
    but in reality, in his player
    while driving car, hez really alive:)!!!..lolz..lame....

    gr8 stuff..loved it...i'm still at the bad graduation result level..yet to leave ma passion:)...osm..i can really relate to it!!!

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  4. I really liked your pictures. Thanks for that. Check out http://www.scribd.com/doc/8500800/Royal-December-January-Issue- for digital magazine on India.

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  5. nice blog... for music lovers..great work.
    Work from home

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  6. heh...
    good to see you still writing, bro.
    You still got it!

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