F.R.I.E.N.D.S v/s How I Met Your Mother

 The two most popular television series according to any sitcom addict would be, the F.R.I.E.N.D.S and How I Met Your Mother.These two series, with the former argued as the best TV series ever and the latter being debated as one of the most popularly watched show being equally good. It was when I was going through HIMYM that some things strangely caught my eye. Though I am a huge fan of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S series, I have enjoyed HIMYM equally and yet, I can’t seem to see how similar these shows are or shall I dare to say more specifically that how HIMYM seems so much similar to F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

So I did a bit of thinking of my own and decided to pull an analysis of my own. If anybody has another view or feels am wrong, please go ahead and express yourself in the comment section. Like I always say, the comment section is always sold for free, no conditions applied.

Okie dokie, with that said, wear your surgical gloves and face masks, Dr. Superrrnickkk is about to perform a live surgery here at the workshop.

*RED LIGHT ON*

*SWITCH ON THE BIG OPERATION LIGHT*

Well, if I had to begin comparing, then I feel that in F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the main guy was Ross and the series had us watch him make his journey of finding true love of his life. He was always in love with Rachel but that dint stop him from exploring other women and their possibilities to be the one for him. Similarly HIMYM, is a story about Ted and how he met the women of his dreams. Coincidently, both stories are happening in new York (ok, most sitcoms have their main plot in New York) but what seemed even more similar to me was Ross was a Paleontologist , who loved to talk about his work and we know how his friends made fun of him. Now Ted is an Architect who doesn’t miss a single opportunity to talk about buildings and their history which bores the hell out of the other members in the group.  Also, both are professors in a university and have a craving (ok, I’ll agree on it, like any other professors) to be liked by their students.

Rachel, arguably the female central character also comes to town as a runaway bride and decides to find herself in the city. She starts up as a waitress and is quite unhappy at her job. Just like Robin who comes from Canada to make her mark as a TV anchor, ends up at profiles and channels that never satisfied her. Coincidently both the ladies had troubles with their respective Fathers.

Chandler is Ross’s college friend, just like Marshall knew Ted from College. The chemistry between them and there are lots of college stories by both the teams. Joey and Barney, both are Ladies men and have a long and uncontrollable urge to go to bed with every other pretty chick and they do it well. When compared to Both Ross and Ted in their respective series, Chandler and Marshall are bad with Ladies and their mess up is a laugh riot. (I know Marshall got married to Lilly, but he does try to act as a wing man for Barney and it was a disaster.) Monica gets married to Chandler towards the end of the show where as Lilly is married to Marshall towards the beginning itself. Both Joey and Barney are added into the group while the rest of the gang knew each other from their past experiences.

Ross and Rachel feel a spark and decide to give it a shot just like Ted and Robin. Both end up unsuccessfully. Ross and Ted move on and so does Rachel and Robin. But there is a strange chemistry between these two couple that makes us want to watch them together. Though Ross and Rachel eventually find each other, we all know that Robin is not Ted’s girl. It’s a roommate of a girl Ted dated.Both Joey and Barney have crush on Rachel and Robin respectively which don’t last for long. 

Marshall and Chandler are unhappy with their jobs; quit it to follow their long cherished carrier with Marshall trying to be an Environmental Lawyer and Chandler trying to be a copy righter in an ad agency. Both go through a phase of initial hurdles of being unemployed and land up as interns, struggle again but eventually end up successful.

Ross is married three times and does not fear to propose and our Ted is famous for throwing away the “I LOVE YOU” bomb to every other girl. Ted almost is married and left at the alter just like Ross who says Rachel’s name at the alter when getting married to Emily.

Monica is the Mother hen of the group and controls major action happening in and around her. So is Lilly in her own ways. How ?? Let me tell you how. Most times Lilly is the one who picks up something unusual activity in the group and also the person who talks sense into the heads. While Monica had a huge difficulty in getting over Richard, Lilly was trying hard to say that its over to scooter, her high school crush.

Both the couples in the respective series have a long struggle to have a baby and after long attempts and episodes they do have it. Unlike Monica and Chandler, Marshall and Lilly don’t adopt the kid as Lilly gets pregnant but both couples decide and eventually move out of the city for the proper upbringing of their kids. Which surprisingly is opposed by all in both series and then agreed.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the hang out at a coffee bar where they have their spot reserved while in HIMYM, they hang out in the bar downstairs where coincidently even they have their spot reserved and don’t sit anywhere else. And both group from the respective shows hang out awfully lot in their respective joints or the common apartment near to it.

Other few tidbits that are hard to ignore are:

  1.       Both the shows in their pilot episodes have a guy falling for the girl and get their heart broken. But eventually they realize that they love each other and hook up. And though later they break up they still hang out in the same group and act jealous or concerned for each other and hook up again. Totally on and off.

   2.       That there is a person in both the shows who works in media (Joey and Robin). While Joey’s acting skills are known to be dumb by the group, nobody watches Robin’s shows.

   3.       There is a person in the group whose job profile is not known by the rest in the gang. (Nobody knows what Barney does or what Chandler did.)

   4.       Both Ross and Ted share a liking towards museums which nobody else in the group likes and mocks them about it.

   5.       Joey and Barney feel that the answer to every problem lies behind the doors of a strip club.

  6.       In HIMYM, except for Barney everybody else has been other’s person’s roommate and in F.R.I.E.N.D.S except for Ross, everybody else has lived with the other in the group at one point or the other, with Ross and Barney both liking their own space.

   7.       Marshall is pretty close to his family especially his father and Ross was the “miracle of science” that made him the eye candy of his family.

  8.       The only left out is Pheobe who unfortunately doesn’t find herself in the latter’s show since HIMYM has only 5 central characters, but strangely Phoebe and Barney both had Father issues, with both of their respective father’s abandoning them in their childhood. Barney believed every lie his mother told him about his father and so did Pheobe(though it was said to her by her grand mother.). Both confront their fears and finally end up with an extended family. 

       *RED LIGHT OFF*

*Pulls of the gloves and face mask*

All in all, I must say, both the shows are good at making us laugh and keeping us entertained.

If any of you have more to add, feel free because am all ears. :)

Cheers..!!!

P.S : oh yeah, I am a BIG time movie/sitcom addict and I just dont watch them, I live through it and every detail of it.

P.P.S : Fun Fact : F.R.I.E.N.D.S ended its glorious run in September 2004 and How I Met Your Mother started in September 2005. Coincidence ???? I dont think so....!!! :D hehehehehehehehe

It's a Women's World

Dear Ladies and Genitals.
 Please do not read this post trying to figure something out. I for in all my seriousness  dint give a single thought seriously while writing this. This is supposed to be like those David Dawan (for the Bollywood Sorry, Hindi Film Industry (bleh) freaks) or Jim Carry (for Hollywood lovers)  Movies where you need to keep your mind switch off. Sorry if anybody is offended. But somehow I have a strong feeling that not many would make it to the end of  this post. So, lets see.. Women readers who find jokes on women rude please stop reading after this point.

A quick question.
Did anyone of you have a near death experience?? like ever ??
I mean they say when you are about to die, your whole life comes flashing in front of you.
Now whoever "THEY" are... who said these things are... well they are wrong.

Trust me. Its not ones life that comes flashing right in front of the eyes. Its a whole big set of Flashing headlights that comes instead, with a huge car honking at you.
Yup, It was a big SUV at "Riding-to-hell" speed, that came up with a life deciding moment for me with a question what next ??
And I very politely decided not to challenge the laws of physics and act like a superhero that I proclaim to be. Instead I took two steps back and let the busy guy pass to where ever he was heading to in such a hurry.
It was then, it struck me that there were so many things I had to do rather be an example for others as "whats happens if you dont watch the road and cross."

One of those things was write.

Now I have been writing, that is if I can take the luxury of calling my edition of old posts as writing.
Lately, I was feeling that my posts have been very serious. Either I am in love, or being hated or being alone brooding or something else. It felt as if i had lost my sarcasm and funny bone somewhere. So I decided to give it another shot. By trying some forced humor. Now many of my friends stared at me as if I had gone nuts when I tried being funny. Lets accept that, if you watch Russell peters for that "boost" to crack jokes, you end up abusing people... which most of them dont quite take it as good humor or wit.
So, I am not trying the same thing here and give you all a reason to unfollow me.

So, How have you all been ?? I never asked any of you how your Valentine's day went ??
Dont bother to answer, no answer is good enough for that question. (Unless you ended up with a threesome.) Is it only me or did anybody actually notice that Valentine's day actually falls exactly in the mid of the month, on 14th. (yes my smart reader, consider the month has only 28 days and stop giving that "what-about-the-leap-year" look? ) Now that's the only smart finding that I could come upon with in the first half of the month.
February has a special charm when you are working. Less days of work but the pay remains the same. but if you are in college like me, it shouldn't make much of a difference.
I lately have been very lazy to come online and write something. If I could talk, I could go on and on what I want to write but sitting in front of my laptop and type, god that thought alone was tiring me up. So, how did I manage it today. Thanks to Red Bull, I cant sleep and here I am, trying to type the first nonsense that comes out of my mind.

*Blank here for 15 minutes*


*still staring at the curser blink*


By the way, did you know, that Suck is Fuck with S in the beginning ???? and S is also the beginning of the word Sex which involves Fuck..!!! So Coincidence ?? I dont think so..!!!
(Nopes, not original, its from friends, remember Poker is Joker with P in the beginning line ?? a cheap try I know. I am sorry.)

*Still Blank*

*A nude girl wallpaper floating on my mind as screensaver*

*tapping the keyword resulting in artjssrsgxbv n fyulduludd yue6ke6uldcgsmtd and backspace them all*

how about write something about women?? I mean that should catch some eye???
hmmm....
Did it occur to anybody that we live in a woman's world ???
If yes, then shut up and let me speak.
If No, then here is my view.
We live in a Woman's world.
*pause to think again. hard*

I mean think about it. they have us men believe that we are the oppressors. Nothing in this world happens according to what we want or how we want but still, we end up at the receiving end.
For example. if a women talks about the rights of other women, on how equal to men they are, how in fact superior they are, they are called Feminists. But in case any man goes about talking how men are ultimate in all that they do, they are termed Sexist. I mean, dont you see how offensive that sounds ???
When a woman calls a man "YOU ARE A SEXIST", it immediately puts a picture of a cruel man belting a helpless woman. Now the question, who do you think would have come up with such a word ?? Not men of course..!!! We wouldn't choose something that puts us in bad light.We proposed the term lust. you changed the term into Love. You came up with "The Spark" as an idea of falling in love. We chose to use that as a means to get out of love. Since you never bothered to listen or pay much attention to our version, we chose not to break the little bubble for you and let you dream. That's how caring we are, but you..you complain..!! Well the problem is that, even though the word got changed, we never could change the meaning of what it meant inside our head.
They have us charged guilty while all we can think is porn. (which surprisingly has a lotta women in them. More the better. ) but they dont see how we much of our thought process is occupied with them. I mean the threesome is every man's ultimate fantasy. Doing it with TWO women. See, that's how much importance and thought men have actually put into this. Given a chance, we do want this to be real. But how much do women care ??? They would shoo away any guy unless he is rich,smart,sensitive,funny,caring,blah blah blah, friendly, patient,more blah blah blah, and loving in nature. Now we all know that its not true. because such a man doesn't exist. I mean its hard for us to think straight with a tent down our pants. blood needs to flow into the brain for any person to think and face it women, there isn't enough blood in our body to manage a decent erection as well as run through the brain and say the right thing you want to hear.
We appreciate beauty in all forms. We appreciate beautiful women. unfortunately little do they realize that their beauty is not all concentrated on their face. We love the curves. We could spend all day staring at those boobies or beautifully shaped butts, but how do they respond ? They are offended..!! and for what reason ?? that their face isn't getting all the attention!!! Talk about being fair..!!! We dont complain if they managed to look down and around us. Do it and lets return the favor back..!!! But they are a hard kind to please.
They ask question for which there isn't a specific answer. Not even they can answer them with certainty. None of their questions are objective type and all of it carry negative markings which reduce our chance of *using more polite words* shaking the bed with them. There is never a practice run. We are to jump in for the first time and knock it away to glory..!!! Imagine the pressure on us and then we get blamed that we have nothing else in our mind.

Myth : there is a perfect guy for every girl.
Fact : with the girl-boy ratio, nopes, there isn't.

Out of my own experience let me tell you this.
My ex girl friend say A arranges for a surprise birthday party of which I came to know through one of her female friends.(talk about keeping secrets. For the kind which generates a lotta news in pretext of secret, there are awfully bad at keeping them). I go the party, act surprised. More surprised was that she had invited one of her female friends, say B whom I dint at all. So I ask her why did she do that and she says that she is a nice person once I get to know her. Now I, trying to be a nice boyfriend, try and talk nicely with B. This B walks up to my ex A and says that I reminded her of her ex boyfriend C. Now my ex is furious. Not at B, but at me. It seems I was flirting with B and thus started her famous crying marathon. Now I, who dint even like this girl B on the first place, end up convincing my ex that I seriously dont like her and wasn't even remotely flirting with her. So the second session started as to how in spite of her attempts, I am making no attempts of being nice to her friends...!!! I spent the remaining part of the evening trying to keep a calm face, consoling her and avoiding all people at the party who were giving me that "you-dirty-little-ungrateful-pig" look. A memorable birthday of my life ladies and gentlemen..!!!

There is never a perfect match. No perfect guy for any girl out there. A girl needs to goes through a series of check marks on her check list and approval of her friends to decide if that's the guy for her. Give the man the best sex of his life and promise him more, there. He has found his soul mate. We never question much. Now that's a problem according to women. but they forget that it was their curiosity that made them eat the forbidden apple which drove god crazy and shooed both man and woman out of the Eden garden. Dint it strike to the devil who tempted woman to actually tempt man instead. It sure did. But he knew. We are simple. Tell us something and we are happy with it. We dont feel the need to probe further into it and question its credibility. And here we are, with a rib-bone less* and loads of blames and less of much hyped and hoped meaning-less sex, trying to find a place in their world.

So girls, give the poor guy a break. Offer to spend a little for him. Hell, spend a lot on him instead. Take him on a date and make him feel comfortable. Let him stare at those sexy chicks in those skinny and tight out fits. Be a sport and point him some good ones. Suggest movies with lots of action and sex in them. Go to the movies with him and please let him watch the movie. Watch the movie yourself. Ask him what he wants and if he doesn't say, looks for the signs instead. Trust me its not hard to notice the bulge in his pants..!! Follow these simple steps and you have got yourself the man of your dreams. If not then, be happy because he has found the women of his dreams..!!

yup that's pretty much I have got.

*According to the bible,God used man's rib bone to create women. #facepalm..!!!!

Now if you have skipped all through the above and reached this point, let me just paraphrase it all to you..
Its a women's world. Hate it or like it. You are in it.


P.S : No hard feeling to my female readers, this was all supposed to be in good humor.
P.P.S : Save me of the hate comments, I respect all females. And yes, I do have a sister and mother at home. They are all doing well. Thank you.
P.P.S.S : Those who couldn't find anything funny in this and found it very rude, am extremely sorry, you should have stopped reading as soon as I warned you. But since you still did, It just proves my point of how curious women can be. :P


Cheers..!!!

I CAN STILL FLY..!!!!

#NOW PLAYING : Adele's Rolling in the deep..!!!

*There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark

Finally I can see you crystal clear

Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship [shit] bare

See how I leave with every piece of you

Don't underestimate the things that I will do*

Out here I stand again,

I gaze into the sky,

All so blue it seems so new,

Maybe once again I’ll try.

My wings have broken

And bruised along,

But my hope is still alive.

That one day soon,

I’ll break these chains,

One day I will fly..!!!

A ray of hope

Brings the morning sun,

That my time is coming near.

And the moonlights sings,

With a voice so mellow,

The night is dark but clear.

And in my dreams,

I’ll sail through stars,

All of them hung in the sky…

When I wake up I’ll prove it to all,

That am not living a lie…!!!

That one soon,

I’ll break free and,

One day soon I will fly…!!!!

But I know you,

You are laughing at me too…

Convincing me that

It’s not true.

“With a pair of broken wing,

Its rubbish you sing”,

You say with a gleam in your eye.

Then you whisper,

A little thing more,

Pretending a voice with sigh,

You say your mercy

Is for few, nothing new

That my name isn’t up anywhere high.

But no matter comes

My way,

I will not beg or pray,

Because the wind has touched me within.

That my wings have healed,

My heart doesn’t bleed,

am like the dove free from any sin.

Into the rushing wind,

I’ll open my wings,

Wait for a moment to go by…

And when the church bell rings,

I’ll flap them away

Into the clear blue sky.

Singing a song,

With the stars up along,

That this was the day I fly.

Cherish a smile,

For this moment

Won’t stay for a while,

And look,

So beautifully I can still fly…!!!!!

*The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless

I can't help feeling

We could have it all

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

Rolling in the deep

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You had my heart inside your hand

(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

And you played it, to the beat

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)*

Guest post - ALL IS WELL..!!!

Okie dokie.. this is hard. Introducing someone who is already popular in the blogosphere is definitely not easy for one reason is that, you are always under a pressure if you have done it right. I had asked her for a guest post long time back. and finally here it is.. Her timing couldn't be more perfect. I was hit by the writer's block and was not able to come up with anything descent enough to post. It was right then she comes to my rescue with her long promised guest post. She is a blogger whose posts have been liked, admired and adored by all. She is a friend who is pure fun and matches up to any level of nonsense nautanki that one can think of, one of my closest friend that I have got.  She is smart and sensitive that reflects in her writing and the words she spins with such simplicity is a treat to read. Now I can write an entire post about her (ahem, I have done that in the past too :P ) but to know her, one needs to meet her. She is none other than our very own Confused Soul..!!! :) :) 

So, anyone who hasn't read her blog, please do it by clicking here. Am sure you wont be disappointed. 

phew.. this was so formal... but I had promised her a nice intro :) 

hope you like it da.. :P 

cheers..!!!

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“Zara thodi der idhar khade hoke nazar rakhenge?”, Khaala asks me.
I notice the unexpected, almost apologetic tone in her voice. 
My attitude (which I conveniently blame on my busy work schedule), is such that most times I don’t even have time to stand and watch my Grandfather as he washes his hands at the sink.
He needs to be watched, my Dada, whenever he is standing. He might fall any second.

So I stand and watch as he slowly washes his dentures.
He pauses, now and again, and looks around him at the tap, the toothbrushes, the mirror. 
As if he can’t remember why he is standing there anymore. With his teeth in his hands. 

I notice how he balances himself against the sink, his hip taking his weight.
His right arm rests on the ledge, almost limp. My eyes trace his arm to his shoulder and register a maroon-blue bruise splattered on it like paint, visible through his wrinkled skin.
Two days ago, he walked to the wrong end of a room searching for the light switch and pressed his hand out the window instead. He lost his balance then, and he hasn’t yet lost the slow healing bruise.

He takes water in his cupped left palm and transfers it to his right. 
I almost expect him to sprinkle it on my face, like he used to when I was a kid. But his limp hand cannot manage that much movement any more.
He lets the water go and turns the top off. Slowly.

Once every evening, or at least the ones in which he feels fit enough to get out of bed, Dada-saab takes a tour of the house.
He checks who all are there. 
He asks if I’ve become a doctor yet. I tell him I’m doing architecture.
He gives a proud smile to my dentist sister.
He compares the time on every clock in the house with his own watch.
He touches the walls of the house, the boundaries of his mobility.
In his own way, he checks if all is well, before returning to his corner of the house and reporting in his diary that it is.

I reflect on the simplicity of his life. 
Simple solutions to problems. He couldn’t stand the sound of traffic and the constant bickering around him, so he stopped wearing his hearing-aid. 
Simple reassurances. Time is still running. At the same pace. 
Simple pleasures. I might be slow, but I can walk around the house.
And then report in my diary that I did. And that all is well.

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Thanks a bunch CS and all of you for reading. Hope you all liked it. Please feel free to express yourself and views.

Sing along to my stereo

Something that sounded crazy and funny when I wrote this.. try singing along the last lines of each para :D
cheers..!!!

The dark clouds over the setting sun

thunderin a soft song....

slow breeze patting my face,

bringing the rain drops along....

joining the hymn in pain...

somebody inside me singing,

in the choir of lonely rain....

and while am wondering if my life will ever be right...

I hear Elvis sing from an old jukebox,

"are you lonesome tonight...??? "" :)

should I be happy 

or should I be sad n sore..

my refelection in the mirror so different

god its so hard to just ignore...

are these mumbling words 

or am I talking sane...???

for its raining hard

and knocking my window pane...!!!

its thundering 

but I dont hear a sound...

I see flashes of lighting all around...

it feels like a long wait

to see the rising sun...

and in the corner of my mind is

Linkin Park singing "whaaat I ve doneeee..???"

somebody drew wrinkles on my face,

promising days warm and bright.

now its all broken and I dint even put up a fight..

I see myself in the mirror 

the eyes hides some unknown fear...

I  ask the guy whose face has a smile

like some kind of smear...

do you want to gaze the stars 

or dance like your end is near... ?

waiting for an answer was when 

within my pocket ipod Jay z sung

"forever young.. I wanna be forever young" :)

NOW PLAYING : Stereo heart by Gym class heros


My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo

Valentine's day

                                                                                                              Tringggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg……..!!!!!!!!!

The alarm was screaming out loud. With vengeance. As if it despised to see me sleep till late in the mornings. And I hated it back with the same intensity every morning.

 But today I was already awake.

In fact, I was awake on my bed for almost an hour.

It was 6.00 in the morning. I slammed my fist on the alarm button like sunny deol belts the holigans in his action sequences.

I checked my cell phone. No messages. No calls. Nothing.

It was Valentine’s Day and I (hate to say this.) am single. :(

Had it been any other day than today, I would have happily roamed around with “Am-single-am-so-happy” tag. But not today. Valentine's day is never a day to be single. Today I hoped not to be miserable, but I had already began to feel so with so much of a early morning thought process.

Still on my bed, staring at the ceiling fan, my mind was running at full throttle.

“I shouldn’t have broken up with her in such a hurry.”  I was literally talking to the lonely ceiling fan up above staring right at me, feeling equally miserable. I aligned my pillows to support my back and sat up on the bed. There was a strange feeling in my tummy. I think I was missing Amy. Or was it the last night’s booze and madness. I couldn’t think straight. But my mind was reeling in those flash backs. Amy. Amritha.

Everything was going perfectly fine with me and her. We dated for around 4 months. Then we broke up. Not that I wanted to but it was getting too much her lately. She was everywhere. She even was almost living with me. Not that I regretted that part. The sex was great. But she was becoming more of my mother dotting me on everything than a girlfriend. And that’s when we felt it’s not working out. Or at least I felt so. And she left. And not in Peace.

“Damn, I should have checked the dates.” I was still mumbling. I had no idea that Valentine’s Day was close. I could have made it a few more days with her. Wouldn’t have killed me. I wouldn’t have killed her either. Valentine’s Day would have(read has always ) been a great reason to have some fabulous sex too. “I could have let her go after this day or two huh??” I was self-analyzing my stand.  My voice sounded as if I was pacifying myself. I actually was.

I checked my cell phone again. Nothing.

Amy was not my first girlfriend. Neither was I her first. She was definitely in a double digit in my list. “After all these days of sticking around with her, I don’t know why I was in such a hurry to push her away?” My voice was becoming agitated. “Anyways.. I guess it’s gonna be a loonngg and lonelyyy day today.” I concluded while finally getting up from the bed.

I took my cell phone again and started typing, “Care to respond? Call me if no plans.”A few more fidgeting and the message was sent. Seconds later the delivery status flashed on my screen saying, MESSAGE DELIVERED TO TUBBY. I pushed my cell aside and went ahead to freshen up for the day.

Now Playing :  Lonely day by system of doom.

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P.S : This is a short excerpt of a story that I was writing. Nothing personal. Hope you liked it, though its quite abstract, raw and unfinished. Let me know if you have any suggestions.

Back to school..!!!

Another poem from my drafts... Dedicated to all those wonderful students and the wonderful time I  had teaching Physics in Kendriya Vidyalaya :) best 3 months of my life. I had written this for my students.. on my last day at school :) 

My mom's question had put me in a fix

they need a teacher,

can you teach Physics??

to start my career, as a teacher

made me feel like a mob,

I had my letter which had a

5 digit salary and a decent job

07.08.08, I was in school

late as usual,

first period in class,

I was trying to be a bit casual

They stared at me,

like I was outta of my god damn mind

like the one eyed king

popped his eyes open,

to see his country of blind

by Noon,

the air had spread,

I was the talk of the school

A few children peeped into my room glancing,

as if I was a dolphin in their swimming pool

Days went by,

along those sleepless nights,

made my white and Grey matter mix

and the children said..

"sir, not bad are those laws of Physics"

Months flew by,

without making my neck pain

and students new love for the subject

made me feel,

my efforts were not in vain

5 periods a day, 30 minutes of fun

those periods of substitution

and the stories of uncle bun..

All these made me forget

that am temporary,

and the arrival of the permanent teacher

made me feel sorry, very

I'll miss those morning wishes

all those doubts and smiling faces,

within my mind,

I look for rescue bases

but,

before I go a word of "thank you "

for everyone and not few..

thank you for all the fun we had,

I may not be a great teacher,

but the time spent with Physics wasn't all that bad