No Good Einstein

Nobody's extraordinary
we're all the same
similar moulds with different names
You catch one person in the perfect
another at the worst possible time
some you measure in dollars
others unvalued like dimes.

Everybody's a genius
in their own right
you could have a quiet ambition
just as well be a flamboyant knight
Some get in only a sentence
other more than their designated two cents
so relativity makes some lose
and some win, at each other's expense.

I confess, I'm not extraordinary
I'm cut from the same cloth.
I wake up every morning
to add spices to the same broth.
I have never made any tall claims
I've been rewarded for my goodness
been punished for my share of shame.

I had but one moment of insanity
as against my thousand moments of wise
One day I was at the top of your list
the next I fell in your eyes
I feel sorry for the both of us that you didn't wait to see my genius
and I have to bear the humiliation of being compared to your previous
Why must you be the trigger and I resign to being the bullet?
I only wanted to be the photograph ensconced in your wallet.

I'm just an ordinary genius trying to survive.
And right now I couldn't convince you of anything to save my life.

Cheers darlin'

It is not important how I know
but I know that you couldn't care less
you're perhaps busy making rounds with the woman of your dreams
(or so you keep telling her...and yourself)
making final decisions on table tops
and garlands, gold jewellery and a three tiered cake
and where you will fly later, for nothing but a vacation
from your mundane life
And I wish I could be happy for you,
after three years from when you broke the news to me
in my bed,
instead of chanting "the one that got away, the one that got away"
but thank God, you kept your promise to someone
and frankly, I'm not falling apart here
I would never give you that satisfaction
I just wish it were, infact, about you
and not the general sadness
about how love lost at this age not only finds a new arm candy
but someone who'd perhaps be bound to them for life.

My love, how can I not dedicate a final song to you?
I wish I could be there, singing my dashed hopes to you.
Anyhow, good luck to you and your wife
Here's a toast to the biggest party of your life.

Eat! Play! Love!

So I've been reading Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. [The title is twisted to make it more customized to me - Eat (which I love), Play (the piano) and Love (which I eat)] I had been avoiding it for the longest time (thinking its chic-lit) till it literally landed in my hands one day and I said "Alright you, let's get you over with" FYI, it's not chic-lit. Not in the derogatory sense at least.

And, as luck would have it, I lost my copy at the Delhi airport on my way to Malaysia. After having made a couple of international calls to the Lost and Found department at T3, the man on the other line sounded almost guilty informing me in the most subtle way "It's gone, get over it!" Then you start to romance the loss by seeing metaphors in the situation like "It wasn't meant to be" or "It's a sign" Troubled by the fact that I actually sat through 50 odd pages of a book, and couldn't just let my efforts go to waste, I bought another copy of it and continued to read with Starbucks and Caramel Macchiato as my caffeinated companions.

Now let me get right down to the point. One line (and there are many statements like that) really struck a chord with me. She writes "When you're learning something new, be very patient", talking of her escapades with trying to grasp the Italian language. I had been struggling with one particular song for a month. I played it day and night but I didn't seem to be making any progress and that was no short of terminally frustrating. The day I read this I thought of applying it, calmed myself down and voila! the very next day I played it correctly from start to finish for the very first time. [Oh if you want to see my play and sing, go here! It ain't great by any measure but I hear it's not too shabby after 8 classes. In fact, the piano playing is better than the vocals :( ]

The one thing that I can't seem to have patience with though are men. It's like you have to climb this huge wall and you're told you can't 'cause, you know, it has been cemented well, smoothed out and whitewashed over and so you bang your head against it to get attention or scream out "Hey, somebody there?" or "Is there a hidden window/door here so I can get to the other side?"

However, the guys say that they are incredibly easy to understand. They say what they mean and they mean what they say. The examples they give you: "'Yes' means 'Yes'", "'No' means 'No'", "'I'm hungry' means 'I'm hungry'", "'You're hot' means 'You're hot'", "'You don't look fat in that dress' could either mean 'You don't look fat in that dress' or "Yeah yeah you look fine. Now don't block the TV, can't you see I'm watching the cricket match (read India lose)?'" What the girl is really looking for is anything but monosyllabic answers. If I were a math teacher and you were to write "Final Answer=91" right after the question, I would ask you to be so kind to show me how you got to that conclusion. So yes, a 'Yes' means 'Yes' (thanks for the honesty) but please tell me why, and so on and so forth.

Somehow when I write something that excites me and I scribble a couple of hundred words out here, I can't manage to close the post without sounding like a total retard. So why go against basic nature, I say. Till next time.