Five Point Someone

Yes. The number one seller, "Five Point Someone". Have been hearing about the book for a very long time. Finally, I got a chance to read it. It is one of the amazing books that I savoured in the recent times. I either laughed or pondered or felt touched by something or the other on each and every page. Not a single page has let me down. I can relate to so many things in the book (though I am not an IITian). There are so many lines that caught my special thought. "FEW" of them are-

It is amazing how happy one can be with low expectations of one's self.

That is the thing about IIT, you see people and you wonder what their GPA was. You kind of need that to judge them. Sad.

When good things happen to you, you kind of feel there is something odd.

What is in a software job? You are contract labour at cheap prices for foreigners.

One of the best parts of campus life is the friends you make.

Will probably write more about the book later when I am free..

You look at me.
I do not notice.
You stare at me.
I do not notice.

I know not those eyes,
Am unaware of your sight.
I want not any ties,
I lay strong and tight.

Conscious of every detail,
Sneaking, on your tiptoes,
Hiding under your veil,
You slowly come close.

I now see you.
You do not notice.
I am now aware.
You do not notice.

Me, you appreciate,
You want to touch.
You can not wait,
You long so much.

Your hands,
You are about to lay,
Up into the sky,
I fly away!

My blabbering - dont call it a joke,
After a long time, I actually spoke;
Took out my time, stayed for a while,
After a long time, I saw myself smile;

My tears - please dont try to stop,
After a long time, my heart is atop;
All my feelings - let them pour,
They have never come out before.

Your words - bought back my motive
After ages, I again want to live;
Your concern - makes me dream again,
After ages, I dont feel the pain;

Your inspiration - made me see through,
My own self, desire, mind and virtue;
Your friendship - jewel that I value,
For, I found a bit of myself in you!

Just a normal night,
And I went to sleep.
Tried not to notice,
Those harsh words,
Ingrained deep.

I saw a strange dream.
A long path lay ahead.
In dark red it did gleam,
A red carpet, widespread.

Saw myself split,
Split into two.
Matching out-fit,
Different view.

First one was hot,
Emitted hate, was fierce.
Second one was cool,
Emitted love, and peace.

My soul was trapped,
In the hatred of the first.
The path ahead changed,
Into red fire, it did burst.

Soon, my soul was locked,
This time in love of the second.
The path ahead changed,
Into beautiful roses, it reddened.

Suddenly, my soul was free.
A choice, I had to make.
First or the second one,
A body, I had to take.

Can burn myself into ashes,
Or the peace in love,
I could wed.
I chose the second, and lo!
Streams of roses,
Lay ahead.

Tears of joy,
Spurted out of my eyes,
Pain, anger and sorrow,
Melted like the ice.

All my needs, sumptuously fed.
As I gazed,
Into those bright, ribbons of red!

Whole year, I used to wait,
Counting days,
For the exact same date,
To smell the plain cake,
That my mom used to bake.

Bubbling with excitement,
Hiding in a new garment,
Off to my friends
I would run,
To give them sweets
And have fun.

What brains could possibly define,
Reason for that naive joy of mine?
Joy in innocence and my stupidity,
Joy in "giving" and my simplicity?

Life has changed.
Silliness estranged.
The cake is no more.
No surprise at the door.
I am no longer hugged.
I am no longer kissed.
It is just another day,
Definitely not a birthday.

Another year has passed by,
As I close,
Another chapter with a sigh.

I miss my past. I miss being stupid. I miss being foolish. I miss being "simple".

It was a deceiving sunny day, where the air is fragrant with cold winter breeze. I walked out the door and embraced the chill, ironically wishing it were not as sunny. As if reading my thoughts, the sun hid in the clouds and I had to drag my every pound to the car with a great fight against the wind. Sitting in the comfort of the heat inside, we drove off, me and my friends. Houses were scanty and scattered across the way, and the roads were colourless due to the lack of green. It was definitely not a great place, but not the worst either. Given a choice, I would never settle down in a place like this. After several dry curves, we entered a road hidden in the trees, and I suddenly I smelt a world different from the place we started. Something young. Something pleasant. Something out from city life. We cruised on the bridge over a small lake, and I was shaken with the discomfort of "nostalgia" that surrounded me. It used to be an ocean-lake that I gazed at. As we entered the small, well-built city, I felt that this is a dream. Felt that I already saw this place. Felt that I somehow knew the place. Felt that I am related. I gazed at the buildings built in stone and brick and realized that my brightened mood exploded on my face as I wore a smile. One of my friend's voice tore into my thoughts, who said "You must have seen all this in the movie, 'A Beautiful Mind'." I remembered. Visioned many scenes, saw all the buildings, then understood the reaosn for my connection. I wondered how intelligent or rich people can get into the campus and how would their campus life be. Would never be the same as mine, though I cherish mine the most. The stone buildings were beautiful. As my sight still rested on one, I heard them say, "This is where Einstein used to live." I felt the hard goose-bumps under my palm as my hairs stood straight on my hand. I didnt know how to describle what I felt? Was it over-whelming or burn or sickness or excitedness, I didnt know. The city had all the expensive stores, great ice-cream places and wonderful hang-out places all around the campus. Yes, the place is Princeton, and the it lived upto my expectations. Exactly what I expected Princeton to be. I dont know if I would want to live there though.

All in all, after a lazy weekend and work from homes, I feel exhilarated, looking forward to new turns my life.

I write for myself.

For years, looked for a mate,
My worst, who would not hate,
Walk with me, on every acre,
Finally found, pen and paper.

All my blues, I didn't share,
But in my words, I lay bare.
You could see, all I think,
As I go on, and spill my ink.

All my verses, you did read,
Every thought, that I breed.
To write more, you now edict,
As you say, you are an addict.

I can only pen what I feel,
I got not, nerves of steel,
Your hunger, I fail to feed,
I write not, for you to read.