What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger

After they complained that my blog was defunct it was time to get down to some serious writing :) I couldn't think of a poem so I had to put in some reflections...

I remember going to a gym once a long time ago and I still recollect my trainer, a burly monster of a man, proclaiming "Hate your body". Physical pain is good. It drives you; nay even better inspires you to put in an extra notch. I was out for a jog today after waking up at 2:30 in the afternoon. After the 7th round I wanted to stop. Then again after the 11th and so on. I didn't . I drove myself until I could run no more. My legs gave away and I had to sit down to support myself. I treasure the sense of achievement afterwards notwithstanding the pain in my sides.

Failure is good. I can't win every day. I probably haven't won in a long time. That's what makes every little success in life so amazingly special. That also why I revel in the company of those who I love; even if they aren't around me. Sometimes hearing a long distance voice is enough to lift the most depressed spirits. Success is relative.

I am endeavouring to be less talkative. Difficult task really... A good starting point for me is not to participate in group discussions when people are drinking. Red and flushed faces excitably gesticulating to press their point home in a smelly smoke filled Bombay pub. Listen em out. They are my friends and I must hear them out. If I don't want to talk, well I won't. I will listen. If it makes them happy to spend time with a silent me, who they are making fun of; let them. I am thick-skinned. At least I can still make others laugh. Ponds the entertainer lives on.

Someone, a good friend once upon a time, bullied me to have dinner with her on Friday night. She presumed I would be a good kid at work :) I guess she spoke out of personal experience . How many at IIMB would believe that? Hardly many. After all, there are people who would always bet the opposite view as me. The contrarian approach with Ponds' market knowledge...coz he is a great guy but he doesn't know a great deal if you know what I mean. Sometimes a joke can be stretched too far even if friends do it.

I sill want to win...

Forbidden

Love tempt me no more

Bind not my feet to strange chains

And my heart to forbidding stone

Long have you toyed with me

Deluded my wild senses

And blinded my puny affections

Long have you misled me senseless

And made me believe I could have

What was never meant to be mine

Must you leave me bereft of all joy

Must you torment my every living moment

Must you always darken my doorstep

With your unwelcome craven shadow

You made me wield the pen

And weave a landscape endowed

With your essence, its every strand

Enmeshed in your bewitching snare

A honeyed trap and no more

For an unsuspecting fool poet

A prisoner to my very own words

A mute witness to those who left

You leave behind many a memory

Of what could only have come to pass

You promised and yet you forbade

Seizing every insignificant gift you could

Dark nights and even darker thoughts

Have you rendered on my soul and mind

Till at last I have lost

All but abject guilt and shame

Your prey now tires of the game

Pray now let me escape this endless void

I shall now glide away singing

An elegy to unrequited love