Just Pazz...

Choices

Pazz — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 13:42:32 +0000

They say,
Choices have the power to change lives,
They didn’t say they’d be your’s…

Vote for Apathy

Pazz — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:34:46 +0000

They say even a Pavlovian Dog,
Stops salivating
To a light,
If food doesnt follow.

How then is my apathy not justified?

RE: Hey! How’s it going?

Pazz — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:46:28 +0000

It’s not that I hate you,

I just don’t like you enough.

You could be here one moment

And fade away the next,

And I wouldn’t so much as bat an eyelid.

It’s not that I dislike the company,

I’ve just had better.

I’ve done my time

And assembled a cozy tribe

I’m sure you have too.

Why must we then pretend?

To co-depend,

When co-existence is all we need?

I’m sure you’re great and everything

That we like the same ice creams…

And share the same star-sign,

Or feel like there wasn’t anyone

Who could ‘get’ you ,

Until we found a glimmer of hope in each other.

Maybe you and I do hurt the same,

And maybe you too wish

That we’d go beyond our cursory ‘Hello’

And heal each other.

We could be Facebook buddies,

Random acquaintances who call once a while

Friends (with or without benefits),

Happy Neighbours,

Or Soul-twins joined at the hip.

If we could KNOW each other.

But where’s the time for that?

You have much to see,

And I have seen enough.

Have your world to yourself,

Leave mine to me.

And we should all be okay.

Do drop to share a customary, ‘Hello’ though,

I’d love to keep in touch,

Then again, that’s just fluff!

Do It Again…

Pazz — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:29:39 +0000

The blunted lead grinds against

A paling leaf

Spewing out people,

Places and memories;

Some bitter, some sweet.

He looks at them unsatisfied

“Something doesn’t seem right”, he says.

As he angrily lays it all to waste and starts afresh.

Only this time, he replaces the bitter ones

With whatever goodness that comes to his mind.

“It should be perfect now”, he thinks smiling proudly

One click and his new creation is inked

On a virgin ivory sheet

“Look what I’ve made!”, he yells

As he runs out

And sees the unusual faces.

Some with familiar voices

But faces that do not match,

Others, the opposite.

He holds his head.

As the migraine pierces

Through his skull.

And a whirlpool of blackness

Swallows the room.

“This can’t be happening”, he yells frantically

As he tatters all that lies before him

Suddenly, it all comes to a standstill

And all that’s left is the writer,

With a sharp imagination,

And a blunt pencil…

Male Privilege and its Disadvantages

Pazz — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:40:33 +0000

Hey everyone,

What I have uploaded here is a college assignment on Group Identity, Privilege and Disadvantages as part of my Personal and Interpersonal Development of the Counsellor Course. Since the internet (particularly certain blogs) was a great source of help for me while writing this essay, I decided to put my final product up on the internet as well. Should you choose to refer to, quote or borrow from this article for any purpose, I request that you acknowledge me as the author and link to http://justpazz.wordpress.com

Preferably, email me at parryshamsatgmaildotcom and let me know how you’ve used it!

Right – click on the link below and click ‘Save Link As’ to download this file

Group Identity

Happy Reading,

Paras

Tagged: discrimination, empowerment, equality, feminism, male privilege, prejudice, social identity, supremacy

God by K. Satchidanandan

Pazz — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 17:07:00 +0000

God is one for all

But our God is one, and a half.

Everybody’s faith is holy

But our faith is more than holy

The colour of blood is one for all

To prove this it was that

We let out your blood on the streets

And still if we pray, mind,

It is to save ourselves from you,

And not to save you from us!

How’s The View From Your High-Horse?

Pazz — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:02:21 +0000

Go ahead, do it,
If you feel like snapping her neck
In one swift motion
Like a helpless little twig,
Sincerely, be my guest.

If you want to tell him to his face
What a crap-filled hypocrite he is,
Instead of plastering on a fake smile
And playing along, God-speed to you!

If you feel like not-so-subtly reminding her
That its her twisted personality
And not ’stress’ that makes her
Act like a class-A pain in the ass.
I say why tomorrow, do it now.

But if you can’t,
Or don’t want to,
Or think that its not like ‘you’,
Or that it’s uncharacteristic of your friggin’ moon-sign
By all means,
Put a sock in it when someone else does!

Maybe Next Time

Pazz — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 12:55:51 +0000

I wanted to write a poem
That was dark, deep and intense,
Full of clever wordplay, obscure references,
And strictly NOT for the dense.

But things, I’m afraid,
Just didn’t turn out so well
I set my sights on doing a Plath
And ended up with doggerel!

How Do I Love Thee? I’ll Tell What?

Pazz — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 20:24:31 +0000

How do I love thee,
Hmm, one minute, let me see,
Actually no, if try to say,
I’ll count and count
For so many days!

I love you more than Abhi love Ash
I love you more than minister love cash,
I love you more than Hrithik love ‘Kites’
I love you more than moth love tubelight

I love you more than bird love air
I love you more than lice love hair
I love you more than fish love sea
I love you more than monkey love tree

I love you more than Kasab love blast
I love you more than Empty Virar fast
I love you more than Paratha with Ghee,
I love thee more than you love me!

Now you only tell how can I count
I love you more than infinite amount!

Ode to a diva

Pazz — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 19:58:04 +0000

Hate’s too strong,
Dislike’s too weak,
There’s not a word,
To describe this freak!

With rose-tinted glasses
And cheap bleached hair,
She walks around,
Without a care.

It beats me how
She can live in a bubble
And turn a blind eye
To all signs of trouble.

The apple of her daddy’s eye,
She hides the rotten core inside,
She says, “I’m worried bout the masses”
And thinks their heads are up their asses.

You poor, ignorant narcissist
You’re at the top of my hate list,
But then again how does it matter
I bet you think this poem flatters!