nostalgia(?!)
to my horror, i realized the title contains the remarks in chess notation-but somehow it is appropriate. no, i wont tell you what ?! means. anyways, coming back to nostalgia i happened to go back to my old blog (iimk.rediffblogs.com) - and boy how much i used to write in those good old days (ok cut the good part out-i meant old days). most of my poems would be on those pages somewhere. i am wondering if there is some way to pull the content out of that and on blogspot - have to research on that.
lately, i got a bit of free time on my hands- and what else would i put it on-you guessed it-chess. i started winning small amounts in local tournaments-defeating some of the decent players here-and that gave me a boost to try for bigger things. so here i am - going to houston this saturday for a weekend one.
my life here in san anto. is -to quote an old friend-homely. i have a poolside apt which means i get a lot of free entertainment just by peeking out of the french windows.
abhinav pulled me for getting the new iphone last saturday. and it was a complete washout of a day - we stood (i-unwillingly) for 6 hours in the line just to get that stupid phone. despite all of abhi's claims for being a good planner-here he totally screwed up.
yes, and back to poems- i would copy some of them here before i find some better way-somehow i want to hold on to some of those lines. so here it goes:
i saw life,
passing me by,
sometime time,
watching me cry,
and felt pain,
not my own,
i've seen love,
come and gone,
silence and pause,
dying for a cause,
innocent smiles,
truth and lies,
putting up masks,
friends in casks,
death and birth,
joys and mirth,
hours of wait,
being late on a date,
sleepless nights,
and pointless fights,
selling the soul,
to reach to the goal,
settling the score,
and then some more,
new kids on the block,
or steady like a rock,
and evergreen few,
the old and the new,
some hard to find,
selfless and the kind,
and day after day,
the ego in play....
i just wish i could write more-and more importantly better.

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