Persis Khambatta

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young woman in possession of time to waste on a Saturday morning shall forever be in search of newer stimuli, half a dozen culture shocks in a day notwithstanding. Whether or not the response to these stimuli will be accepatable to her mother is the plot of another Jane Austen novel altogether. Right now, her friends provide her with much food for thought The one from her roomies about how she spends 8 hrs sleeping, 8 hrs reading/studying and the remaining 8 hrs doing ..um..err...ahem.. was especially illuminating. Seeking solace in room no 11-12 might also fail to provide a long term solution as the novelty wears off. Esoteric gtalk status updates about persis khambatta draws polite queries from concerned seniors. Right now she can joke about it. Hope the sense of humour stays intact once she meets her mother.

Lost and Found

Twenty something and already lost
Yet she found what she needed the most
Foreign lands and strange tongues
Everybody a good tale loves.
Morning dew and the ocean breeze
The big blue sky has called on me
Just one more day night and two more days
And then I'll finally run away.

Starting Anew

When did the fire run out?
When did you fall face down in the sand?
When did you finally choose the beugle,
Over the siren call beyond the land?

Did the wind refuse to fill
Your moth-eaten, battle-weary sail?
Or did your lighthouse grow dim
When you faced the monster you couldn't tame?

Once upon a time, fairy tales were real
The ocean was free, open and blue.
Now Sindbad has returned home empty-handed
But once again he'll start anew.

The seas maybe conquered now
Mapped, bound and chained by lines
But the fairies are not all gone today
They just fly in the skies.