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Thursday, August 27, 2015

~Each Fan's Desire

I want to reach you,

but I don't know how,

you give this chance to a few,

But then what should I do now?

I don't want you to do much,

and my desires,

are very few as such.

I just want you to know,

that I admire you more than I ever could.

I don't want anything more,

just you to know I love you more than I ever would.

You know you mean to me more than I mean to you,

I too somewhere, do know you mean to me more than I mean to you;

But for once I want you to recognize my love for you,

And let me know, what I mean to you. (pretend and lie, I won't mind but it'll make my day,

But do say something, whatever you want to say.)

I may be just another fan for you,

I may be just another attention seeker for you;

But I just want you to know,

You mean the world to me... Or maybe more!

By Shahen Pardiwala

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I Fear Rejection...

My music isn't for you,

Or for anybody else.

It is for my satisfaction, but like any other, I am afraid of rejection.

I took my music to a band,

hoping they would count me in,

they said I play it well but

I fail to create an atmosphere.
I walked back sorry for myself,

but dear,

How in Pete's name

should I create an atmosphere?

I went to a restaurant then,

where there are not only young but also old men,

I played my music for them,

But the manager told me ( in a polite way)

to get out!

I thought my music was a gem,

But for these people I was a fraud without doubt...

Or maybe ,

Just maybe,

I am somewhere lacking,

I am somewhere bad,

I need to realize the reason,

Why do these people go mad!

Crushed and crumbled I am,

but still some courage exists...

I go to various places and insist,

But nobody seems to accept my art,

And why should they?

I have enough faith in myself and my art,

I know I can do it well...

But somewhere in the corner of my heart,

Someone says I am lacking and rings a bell...

With no courage or faith I return home,

maybe I shouldn't play it here either,

coz I fear rejection, again.

I fear not being accepted, again,

I fear losing faith in my art, again...

Nevertheless, there is someone who has told me to play...

I bear a small smile,

but I am nervous (yes, I am!),

I clench my fist,

I look at my palm,

I look at my loved one

And three; two; one;

There I go...I play it one more time...

the fear still exists,

But I am stronger this time...

I play the last note...

I wait for a reaction...

There is no rejection...

I believe I don't lack an atmosphere,

I can't hear words from my dear,

Only claps...

And admiration in eyes...

the faith comes back,

courage comes back

And my confidence shoots up...

No, I am not accepted yet by all,

But who cares???

All I care about is

those claps...

that admiration...

And my first little bit of celebration!!!

By Shahen Pardiwala.

Monday, November 10, 2014

If Facebook were Real Life...

If Facebook would be life,

Birth would be creating an account,

Infancy, your learning period,

Which would give you time to grow your friend list count.

Childhood would be fun,

No school,

For classwork, would be updating your newest selfies,

And for homework a status update a day,

And commenting on pages, giving your say.

And then for college,

There’d be different signups for different people,

Depending on style and funk,

And logout for those who want to bunk.

At this age,

You be spammers and apparently,

Put hashtags for everything,

From canteen quarrels to torn pages,

And “reported abuse” Facebook pages!

Competition would be bugging others with shameless self-promotion,

And poking friends for recreation!

Marriage would be online,

On the event page created, but for the obnoxious-looking selfies you’ll be humiliated.

The blessings be likes and for those who were against your marriage,

shall be occasional spammers.

Your child shall come along with an FB post,

“Happy to be a Dad”-feeling Daddy with Harry (or whatever the name be) with 25 others.

The name be decided,

On a poll on FB,

Mind the quarrels under your post,

They keep happening you already know

(And the names like Tammy and Uno!).

And then for the next few years,

You have a child,

Whom you shout for not uploading a

Single photo that day,

But please be kind,

For he knows your password!

And then years later,

you have 10000 friends, a million posts, a billion likes and a thousands of comments,

but no teeth at all,

do not worry, the comment box

ain’t going anywhere.

But for the video chat with me…

Dare!!!

I am not going any further,

For till then Facebook will be something else,

Or something else, will be something else,

But if you are the somebody behind the something else (if not your ghost)

Wait up mate!

Provided you have a Facebook Account,

I am sharing your FB post!!!

Face-Booked By Shahen Pardiwala

And now, make me proud and share it on Facebook!!!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Idiot box, eh?

                   Idiot box, eh?
Television ...
A box full of magic
it'll show you things of fun
but some things really tragic
it is a friend of each one
it is really cool

now a member of each family
the enemy of a big big fool
it ll show you exciting sports or. . .
Some lavish serials to cry
it may show you some rubbish
but please don't ask me why!!!
                                        -Shahen Pardiwalla
-Shahen Pardiwalla

Saturday, June 21, 2014

what with one and what with 2

MY WORLD..........

WHAT WITH ONE,

AND WHAT WITH TWO???

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH ONE EYE?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN SEE A STY,

BUT A BARNYARD WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A TOOTH?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN NIBBLE A FRUIT,

BUT CHEW THE SAME WITH TWO.

WHAT CAN YOU BRAVE WITH A BRAWN?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN BRAVE A FAWN,

BUT AN OGRE WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU IMAGINE WITH ONE MIND,

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN IMAGINE OF WIND,

BUT OF MONSOON WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A TOE?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN KILL A FOE

BUT BEFRIEND A FOE WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A LIP

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN SIP,

BUT RELISH AND DRINK IT WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH AN EYEBROW?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN SHOW,

BUT PRESENT WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A HAND?

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN CREATE MAGIC,

BUT A MAGIC WAND WITH TWO!

ITS ALWAYS TWO MORE THAN ONE

AND ONE LESS THAN TWO

AND DO AS I DO

BUT REMEMBER

IT’S ALWAYS SAME THE OTHER WAY

BUT FAR MORE WORSE THE OTHER WAY!

USE THE OTHER WAY

AND BE SORRY FOR IT!

REMAIN HAPPY AND GAY,

AVOIDING IT

HOW DOES IT LOOK LIKE, WITH A CHIN?

AND HOW DOTH IT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE IT LOOKS LIKE A GRIN,

BUT FAR MORE DEVILISH WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH A KICK

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN KICK

BUT HARM WITH TWO!

WHAT MAY YOU DO WITH A MOUTH

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU MAY SHOUT

BUT SCREECH WITH TWO!

WHAT CAN YOU CREASE WITH AN ELBOW

AND WHAT WITH TWO?

WITH ONE YOU CAN CREASE A BOW

BUT A SMART SHIRT WITH TWO!

SHAHEN PARDIWALA

Sunday, February 2, 2014