I am such a loser that I was dumped before I even proposed.(I thought this would sound funny, but it doesn't.)
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thats me ruining every single chance I've had at a relationship.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Rant about love.
What do I know about love.
Make love, bake love
manufacture it
plastic love
I dont have any of it
What do I know about love?
I have never kissed a girl.
Her tender soft lips
dont exist for me
it exists for a jerk who had
the guts to tell her
that he wants to kiss her
the very first time they went out.
not for me
Ill just look and admire and smile
and melt and worship and die
Die for a caress from her lips?
She will talk about me
Nice guy, she'll say
he cooks well,
he is courteous and graceful
and a good singer and athletic
and then she'll forget completely
as her hands are in someone elses
some jackass who proposed to her
when she was sixteen
when they thought love
was another flavour of coffee
What do they know about love?
I know nothing
I am sick of love
sick of knowing that I dont know
sick of even writing this poem
I should stop
I have no right to write
when all I have is thought
and all I have done
is naught.
What does anyone know about love?
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Three princes, one poet
There was sounding of horns
and pomp and splendour
and gaiety and laughter and light
Tonight the king's daughter,
the king's only daughter
will choose her prince tonight.
Crowds gathered in thousands
for the choice of a king
was an important matter indeed
Who will win her hand ?
Which young and handsome
prince in this contest, succeed ?
From lands that were far
and wide and long
and smooth and hilly and bright
Three princes, riding
their royal steads
rode royally into sight
Bedecked they were,
in the best of pearls
vast oceans in disguise
sylvan silks with streaks
of gold, their princess
to entice.
She strode out slow
sweet autumn breeze
she knew she could stir the leaves
she was sky,
the fire, the earth, the water
the air in a single heave
She looked at them, but
turned away
what sheer inanity!
Three noble men
with the noble intent
of looting her nubility
She said No
and turned and left
to her dreamy room above
They knew
not that she was snug
in the heady arms of love
Could they ever touch her
with their silver and
their swords
as He dressed
and draped her with
the finery of his words
This is the truth
in the scheme of life
she never gave them a chance
When in love, she
fell
into an unmitigated trance
Remember wistful lover
love's ancient
masquerade
the game is played
in a poet's mind
before the game is played.
- Harish Suryanarayana
PS: This was a poem I wrote for my poetry class, read out loud, on the penultimate day of class.
and pomp and splendour
and gaiety and laughter and light
Tonight the king's daughter,
the king's only daughter
will choose her prince tonight.
Crowds gathered in thousands
for the choice of a king
was an important matter indeed
Who will win her hand ?
Which young and handsome
prince in this contest, succeed ?
From lands that were far
and wide and long
and smooth and hilly and bright
Three princes, riding
their royal steads
rode royally into sight
Bedecked they were,
in the best of pearls
vast oceans in disguise
sylvan silks with streaks
of gold, their princess
to entice.
She strode out slow
sweet autumn breeze
she knew she could stir the leaves
she was sky,
the fire, the earth, the water
the air in a single heave
She looked at them, but
turned away
what sheer inanity!
Three noble men
with the noble intent
of looting her nubility
She said No
and turned and left
to her dreamy room above
They knew
not that she was snug
in the heady arms of love
Could they ever touch her
with their silver and
their swords
as He dressed
and draped her with
the finery of his words
This is the truth
in the scheme of life
she never gave them a chance
When in love, she
fell
into an unmitigated trance
Remember wistful lover
love's ancient
masquerade
the game is played
in a poet's mind
before the game is played.
- Harish Suryanarayana
PS: This was a poem I wrote for my poetry class, read out loud, on the penultimate day of class.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
M
It matters
not
I looked away ~
when She
glanced at me
Her poignant grey
pale moist eyes
make me cry
in poetry class.
- Harish Suryanarayana
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Need... some... love... *gasps* *holds chest* ...............
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Thoughts
There is no perfection in our world. This is the reason why the concept of perfection is so valuable. Perfection is a concept beyond our reality. Perfection is not real. This is not to say it is imaginary. It is beyond imaginary and real. It is beyond us. This is the reason perfection, is closest to God.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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A very good friend of mine, an inspiration to me, suggested I do this to keep my desperation in check.
1) Remind yourself what you are here for.
I am here to obtain an advanced degree in Electrical Engineering, to learn more and to explore the various fantastic technological developments in my field which in many ways has contributed to the industrial revolution. Man, in his endeavour to create and understand is capable of so much more ! I should focus on learning and developing skills that will help me push the boundaries of science further and understand the intricacies of the universe.
2) Remind yourself what your goals and missions are.
My long term goal is this: I want to become a professor at IIT Madras by the time I am 45 with a big enough bank balance that I wont need the salary to support myself anymore.
My short term goal is this: I want to score atleast a 90% in my qualifying exam coming up this August.
My really short term goal is this: Finish grading the exams of ECE321 for which I am the TA and give a smashing good presentation as a fitting finale to my FEA class.
3) Remember that your family is waiting for you to get back with a PhD.
I remember. I hope to live up to their expectations. I have set a decent precedent for myself and now should work to live up and exceed their expectations.
Thanks Kmap for the help. Just writing this down helped. I am glad I pinged you and asked for your advice.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Poetic Wish
Its the perfect time for poetry.
I have not done anything
for the last three days
in hope of regaining my creativity
The poet can sleep for days on end
and claim that he is thinking
he is working
and the claim is true
for what is a poet
but a person trying to describe his own reflection
looking at a mirror stained by his perception
No doubt what he writes makes sense
only to him and to people like him
and to those who think it makes sense
because they see a shadow and think it is theirs
And if the poet succeeds in making fools
of thousands and thousands
he can make a living
and claim to be above all and intellectual
and people will worship him and put him
on a tall pedestal and the girls
will woo him and sleep with him
and slowly destroy his ability to
delude the world and himself that he is great.
And me, in writing this poem
am delusional
am crazy
am pure ennui
and hope this will make some girl
want to sleep with me.
by Harish Suryanarayana
PS: Inspired by Charles Bukowski's poetry
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Gateway to the West

I had an amazing trip to St. Louis. I am particularly proud of this photograph I took of the Gateway Arch. It is definitely worth visiting. It is a fantastic monument representing the intersection of the competence of the engineer and the imagination of the architect.
Monday, April 06, 2009
A wish
I wish I could look at myself through someone else's eyes. It can make for a rather interesting, even frightening albeit definitely illuminating experience.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Baavra Mann - Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi
I absolutely adore this song. Here is my attempt at singing this fantastic composition. Please let me know what you think!
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Today
He slowly woke up from what seemed an eternity. It was dark and he could not really figure out where he was or what the time was. He had just a scintilla of actuality. His laptop had moved to standby and the blinking light was the only thing he could really make out. He heard the world sighing and snoring outside or that is what it seemed. He woke up and took a few unsteady steps towards the window. It was raining and cars went by, all at approximately the same speed, one after the other. He just stood there and watched. He was not thinking. Just existing and watching cars go by as it rained. Slowly, reality started taking control. He felt like a PC on Vista. All the processes were starting slowly, one after the other and bringing him back to a reality he was a part of not by accident but by choice. Time to take take responsibility for your actions, he thought. It was time to start working on his homework.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
My first paper - online !
Everyone can now view my first IEEE conference paper online ! Just type in my name on Google Scholar !
Woohoo! Its a good feeling.
Monday, March 23, 2009
You can still ruin my day.
Jon Brion is easily one of my favorite composers. I was introduced to him through the music of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind which is incidentally on my top 5 movies ever ever. Here is one more gem of a song composed by Jon Brion. I'd like to put it here because I love this so much and there seems to be so much truth in the song. I would not know.
You can still ruin my day.
Youtube link: Click here
I know it's today, so I guess you could say one recovers
It's odd you should call me, but then after all we were lovers
I don't wait by the phone like I used to
I don't hope for kind words you might say
You don't prey on my mind like you used to
But you can still ruin my day
You can still ruin my day
You're telling me now you regret how we never connected
Oh, as if you forget that it's me you regret you rejected
I don't easily forgive like I used to
And I seldom get carried away
No, you don't have the pull that you used to
But you can still ruin my day
Oh, you can still ruin my day
Love, it was nothing, it hardly hurt a bit,
Sounds good to me, but unfortunately I remember it
Now, I don't lose my place like I used to
I'm not moved by your artful display
No, you can't draw me in like you used to
But you can still ruin my day
You can still ruin my day
You can still ruin my day
You can still ruin my day
I said you can still ruin my day.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Notes to self
Life is too beautiful and wondrous to be wasted on petty quarrels and squabbles. So much to learn and so much to discover ! The only major constraint and motivator is Time. Music is salvation. In losing oneself in the infinite abyss of one's own mind lies the solution. Beauty, perfection, love. I keep getting back to these concepts I cannot yet comprehend. They are inter-related and life's purpose is finding meaning. Simplicity, purity, clarity. I love the fact that I am single. I love it that I have control over atleast a major portion of my free time. I love the fact that I can think and act and behave independently. I love my courses. I am blessed that I can think and do not have to constantly worry about surviving. I am grateful. I am grateful that I have the choice to lead a simple uncomplicated life. A life of math and electromagnetic fields, music and writing and thinking. Simple. Clear. I am grateful with all my heart.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Honesty Box
Facebook has this application called Honesty Box - You can submit whatever you think of the person who has it, anonymously. I typed the following into the Honesty box of a certain friend of mine but was too much of a wuss to post it- even anonymously. I know that this blog has suffered from neglect and hardly anyone reads this, so my 20 minutes of effort, I am sure, can be posted here without there being any repurcussions. :)
To her
I think you are absolutely amazing! You have a certain endearing laid-back, but aggressive characteristic which I adore. You are proficient and clearly a quick learner. Motivated and focussed when the need arises, you are strong and independent. You like challenges as long as they are interesting. You are beautiful but you try not to show it as you want to be recognised more for your brains and talent than for physical radiance. This adds to your almost irresistible charm. In spite of all this, you are down to earth and frank. You are nice to people and have not become a cynic, yet. You are mostly a realist with dashes of romanticism. You are, to me, in all senses of the word - perfect.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Where is she ?
Where is she ? Where is she ?
I need a hand to hold.
The rain drop, solitary
The rain drop, dead
Its sad, one after the other
single and dead.
Where is she? Where is she?
I cant just sit and be
the soft touch of her
damp lovely skin
No more rain!
No more of this !
Where is she? Where is she?
A gentle nudge, hot coffee
Rain ! Rain !
Don't do this to me !
Don't push me off the cliff
I am trying to flee
Where is she? Where is she?
She is not here
She is not with me
She does not exist
She does not see
She will never be here
I will never be me.
-Harish
I need a hand to hold.
The rain drop, solitary
The rain drop, dead
Its sad, one after the other
single and dead.
Where is she? Where is she?
I cant just sit and be
the soft touch of her
damp lovely skin
No more rain!
No more of this !
Where is she? Where is she?
A gentle nudge, hot coffee
Rain ! Rain !
Don't do this to me !
Don't push me off the cliff
I am trying to flee
Where is she? Where is she?
She is not here
She is not with me
She does not exist
She does not see
She will never be here
I will never be me.
-Harish
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Pukarta Chala Hoon Main
I somehow cannot get enough of singing. So here is another absolutely brilliant yesteryears' masterpiece. Composed by OP Nayyar Sahab and sung by none other than Rafi, this song was a huge huge hit.
So here is Pukarta Chala Hoon Main from the movie Mere Sanam sung by yours truly.
PS: Thanks to Geetnet for the Karaoke.
So here is Pukarta Chala Hoon Main from the movie Mere Sanam sung by yours truly.
| Pukarta Chala Hoon... |
PS: Thanks to Geetnet for the Karaoke.
Labels:
Mere Sanam,
Pukarta Chala Hoon Mein,
Song
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Tere Mere Milan Ki Yeh Raina
This song is one of those rarest of the rare gems of Hindi music. I have been wanting to sing this for some time now and finally, I have !
Click below to listen to me singing "Tere Mere Milan Ki Yeh Raina" from the movie Abhimaan.
PS: Please leave a comment if you liked what you heard. Comments make me happy :)
Click below to listen to me singing "Tere Mere Milan Ki Yeh Raina" from the movie Abhimaan.
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PS: Please leave a comment if you liked what you heard. Comments make me happy :)
Labels:
Abhimaan,
Tere mere milan ki yeh raina
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