On Second Thought

compellation
n. calling upon by name; manner in which person is addressed. compellative, a.; n. name by which person is addressed.


oops...

Compellation

I know it isn't a word so don't bother telling me. I feel compelled to write something here since I haven't in a while. But honestly, I don't feel like writing - and I don't even know what to write - hence the rambling and babbling with no purpose.

K I guess I'll stop before you start throwing shoes or rotten tomatoes (tomAHtoes..not tomeytoes) at the screen (although - they won't really affect me, but will damage/dirty your laptop/computer screen..


bubyeeeeee

Hmmmmm....

Michael Ignatieff was at my Uni on thursday...while he was speaking, something went 'ping' in my head and i thought 'oh this would be a great post on Selfistan'

now the ping has gone 'blah' and i can't remember the thing i wanted to sing when my head went ping


i'll put it up once i remember...

might have been responsibility to protect...or the Liberal party....or the Invasion of Iraq...or the possibility of an election...or even how nice the multipurpose room at the L is and how excited I am to 'work' there..as an RA...lol


ahh...still waiting for Ping2...

Testing 1...2...3

Sometimes I wonder whether all I am in the grand scheme of things is a microphone - something through which someone is trying to amplify their version of things - something that is only used for the purposes of another - something that can be turned on and off at will - something that is only effective when there is someone speaking, singing, shouting etc into it and when it is connected to something that can actually remit the emittance to everybody else.


Definitely wisdom or lunacy...

Nazm

I could always write this in devnagari, but I have a prof who would seriously freak at the thought that I would write an Urdu poem in Hindi/Sanskrit script. So, I'm going to just write it in Roman. That way, more people can read it as well. It's in no specific metre - as you will see, nor does it totally follow the ghazal rules of radeef and kafiya. Sincere apologies to the purists, and if you see mistakes in my grammar, let me know please - I'm still learning the language...

taarein aaj sab chhup gayein hain

chaand ko rotey kyun dekhey?

zameen par bhi ashq kinaarey banaatey hain

chamaktey kinaarey, chehre mein jo doob jaatey hain

aaftaab aaj raat nahin aayega, kal bhi nahin

woh chaand ko rotey hue kyun dekhey?

hain dost, chaand-o-aaftaab, lekin itne bhi nahin

tum aaogey is chaand ko dekhney, woh nahin ma'alum

koi apne hi amaanat ko doobtey kyun dekhey?

is jahannum mein qaid saari umr rahengey

jab tak sooraj na jaaga, shab mein rahengey

sotey rahiyo mere aaftaab kirnon ko chhupaakar

apne hi ghar ko jaltey kyun dekhey?