Death-stick.

A chunk of your life

Goes with every smoke;

A single puff; is equal to a knife

Killing you, poke by poke.

Every single thin shaft

Is quite the same as a nicotine mace;

Distances you from the life-raft,

Enclosing you in a tar-ridden case.

When was the last time your house-folk

Were able to talk to you without a cough?

Were able to love you without a choke?

Were able to embrace you without a held-in breath?

 

You can't be more wrong,

When you think it's 'cool';

You're singing your own death-song,

Drowning in your own pool.

Save your life while you can,

(Or the bit that's still left of it).

Stop tossing yourself around on the pan,

You'll get burned when you least expected it.

Get Ready To Face(book) The Music.

It's heated. It's steamy. You're having a lot of fun. And then, this happens:


"*INSERT NAME*, what are you doing? Come here."


A dilemma you're in, now. Should you just type in "brb", or make excuses and close the browser?

Worry, no more. I present to you 

"THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO GET BACK TO IMing WHEN PARENTS ASK YOU TO STOP"

Never, ever, tell them that you're Facebooking. If you do, then enjoy being Internet-less for atleast a week. It's quite obvious, if your son is Bookfacing, then obviously he's watching porn and flirting with immoral girls.  Parents shall never, ever understand 'Facebook' is not synonymous with 'Wasting time pressing buttons on the kompooter box'.


Instead follow these easy to follow steps:


1. Respond by a simple, sober "Coming!". Don't actually go.


2. Type in 'brb' and quickly go to them. Open TV, and find old movie channel. Now that they are mesmerised with Dev Anand prancing on the screen, just 'go for a drink of water', i.e, run for your life.


3. "what? I can't hear you."


4. If #1,2 and 3 don't work, you're doomed. But there IS a way. Tell them about this hilarious scene you saw about something that interests them on YouTube. Show it to them. When they're well distracted, Log back in and continue.


5. Respond back with ANOTHER question : You: " Where's my iPod, ma?" She: " I don't know. Check the drawers." Say OK, and continue.


P.S: Still in process of finding more. ;)

Seclusion Of The Erinyes.

 I - Delirium.

I am chaste,
A virgin, unmoved
By the vagaries of
Humankind or
Of the atrocious
Satan of the underworld.

Vivacity and vitality
Is my essence;
The sun is my father,
Nature, my mother.

Malevolence can
Do me no harm,
Debauchery is something
Unknown to my self.

I am energy.
I am spirit.
I am purity.

II - Trepidation and Abhorrence.

Oh, what is this obscurity
That has destructed
My own self,
My sense of being?

T'has destroyed my
Naiveity, butchered
My innocence.
I am lifeless,
Or am I dead?

'Tis this darkness,
It has made the
Empyrean, devoid
Of the moon and stars,
Has only blankness
And the void,
Shrouding me
With an emptiness
Very irreplaceable.

III - Debarkation of  the Deliverer.

I need guidance,
For I can not see.
I need help,
For I cannot feel.
I need nourishment,
For I am starved.
I need support,
For I cannot stand.

But wait, Oh wait,
I see an effulgence,
Piercing through
This impenetrable veil.
Is this my savior?
Is this my hero?

IV - Convalescence.

Relief, I feel it,

For Memphistopheles,

Had eaten me alive.

I yet not feel,
For I am still numb.

My flesh still replivates;

I am still timorous,

I need to recover, 

I need revival.

V - Manumission And Probation.

Freedom is my wife,

And I adore her.

That twilight of darkness

Has given way to

This joyful aurora.

I feel again,

I am revived, 

I see again,

I have survived.

I am salvation,

I am redemption,

I am liberty,

I am me.

Hamlet - The Clown Prince

When Hamlet pulls down Gertrude's skirt to let go of his anger, you know it's going to be a ball of a time. 

There as thousands of reasons to absolutely adore this delightful interpretation of Shakespeare's epic tragedy. One, it has clowns. Two, it has amazing actors who play the clowns. Three, It's so darn funny!

From Figo going "HAPPY NEW YEAR" to Laetres and Hamlet comically slipping in the duel, this play has it all. Lighting, absolutely impeccable.  Props, a bare minimum. The little minutia in the background, the impressive use of stage space, and the audience interactions are the USPs of this immaculate comedy.  There are a few places where one can uncomfortably squirm in his chair (especially if he's watching with his parents) but all the frenzy just adds to the fun! The audience was in splits the entire time!

Profanity aside, Hamlet - The Clown Prince is really well written, and it utterly deserves its numerous accolades. It was Ninety minutes to adore and cherish for all Coimbatoreans.

Amazingly spectacular would be an understatement.

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Unedited review published in MetroPlus :)

A prayer.

Give me hope,

To brace myself for adversity,

To give me the tenacity,

To find the best in the worst.

Give me modesty,

To keep my audacity at bay,

To thank them for what they say,

To never embrace arrogance.

Give me life,

To care with infatuation,

To relish with liberation,

To foster imagination.

Give me the dignity,

To have pride in myself,

To be in my right mind,

To never be suppressed, by body or by mind.

Give me courage,

To stand for what's right,

To never give up my attempts,

To fight with all my might.