tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89242021297644196062024-03-05T03:32:11.439-08:00And I write again...Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-32001861512479582962018-09-24T22:57:00.000-07:002018-09-24T22:58:18.443-07:00Truth of a Liar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In the filth of my lies, I lay my head,<br>
Fear my constant care…<br><br>
Bleed the gut, still no red,<br>
That red is not what you see…<br><br>
Tell myself, something will arrive,<br>
To break the spell, to stop the lie…<br><br>
Truth be told, or can I say,<br>
In my filth of lies, I lay…<br><br>
Not by words, not by actions,<br>
Both by these and twisted promises…<br><br>
Never the truth always a lie,<br>
In good or bad, I embrace it all…<br><br>
My body craves, and my spirit bleeds,<br>
My feeble heart, my body it feeds…<br><br>
Simple pleasures, painful wounds,<br>
Of lust and fear, of pain and anguish…<br><br>
I bleed for sure, as I see my spirit die,<br>
The truth of a liar, is never a lie.<br><br>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-31491765534630589592017-08-08T11:50:00.000-07:002017-08-08T11:51:10.183-07:00Just a While Ago...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I wandered far away,<br>
Walked away from YOU...left your caring hand!<br><br>
Even as I did, <br>
YOU looked at me and said – Take care. I’ll still be around…<br><br>
Now I’ve come so far,<br>
And wonder why I wander…<br><br>
Now you are near me,<br>
But I can’t see YOU…<br><br>
The walls I built,<br>
To keep YOU away, I fail to tear them now...<br><br>
Now I’m lost and tired,<br>
Weary eyes and a thirsty soul is all I have now...<br><br>
Neither joy nor pleasure,<br>
Gives me what YOU give...<br><br>
My feet seem frozen,<br>
And tears of blood I cry…<br><br>
Oh! How I remember being in YOUR presence,<br>
Pride, greed, and self-righteousness got me where I'm…<br><br>
If I return now, <br>
I’ll destroy a thousand lives…starting with who love me!<br><br>
Can there be a way out?<br>
Can there be some way where I can be with you and not let the knife bleed?<br><br>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-57439317761625010782016-04-05T05:58:00.002-07:002016-10-20T05:39:22.922-07:00Heart, Head, and Butterflies!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Alone he stood,<BR>
Peril follow everyday.<BR><BR>
His addiction, his drug,<BR>
Smile! people are looking.<BR><BR>
Cry a little, deep inside,<BR>
Cry even more, let it flow, the lights are out.<BR><BR>
GOD I wait for YOU,<BR>
Can YOU please answer.<BR><BR>
No I don't want to go that way,<BR>
This one last time, the last time.<BR><BR>
Never turning away, always giving in,<BR>
I'm so weak, wait, I'm strong.<BR><BR>
I want to change, I need a shape,<BR>
Life is a teardrop on a smiling face.<BR><BR>
I look behind, the faces that etched a smile,<BR>
I look behind, I see the scars I engraved on hearts...forever.<BR><BR>
Forgive me FATHER for I've sinned,<BR>
Forgive me love, I'm only human.<BR><BR>
Can I come back home, home forever,<BR>
The promised land, my only hope.<BR><BR>
Torn, battered, and hurt,<BR>
I just want to smile, smile forever!<BR><BR>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-92201892400548304652015-10-07T23:45:00.000-07:002015-10-07T23:45:30.456-07:00Wings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why are you worried child?<br>
Why stand with a tear-soaked heart?<br><br>
Why do you worry about a stumbling tomorrow?<br>
Why sorrow over a broken yesterday?<br><br>
Why do you fear the sunlight today?<br>
Why ignore the stars-lit sky tonight?<br><br>
Why do you fail to believe?<br>
Why reject the truth?<br><br>
Why do you abandon your victories?<br>
Why not wear your crown?<br><br>
Why do you see only pain?<br>
Why not see the wonders in shimmer?<br><br>
Why do you stagger to voyage another day?<br>
Why not sail together?<br><br>
Why do you see the accusations by strangers?<br>
Why not look into the beauty exposed by love?<br><br>
Why do you worry about tomorrow and yesterday?<br>
Why not celebrate today?<br><br>
Why do you crawl and cry?<br>
Why not sing and fly?<br><br>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-19952802504049532012015-09-16T03:04:00.000-07:002016-04-05T06:01:26.728-07:003 Line Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Bro, we need to do something adventurous in this life, before it ends!", exclaimed his cousin after climbing a steep rock defying death. "I bet you'll do something phenomenal smallie.", spoke his other cousin in confidence as he made his way up guided by the younger one. It wasn't the same day today; he stood near his grave with tear-soaked cheeks and with a broken belief that the adventure was yet to begin.Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-44464505623411834272015-08-24T05:18:00.000-07:002015-08-24T05:20:52.257-07:00Refuse to Heal!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In this relentless pain,<BR>
Suffer to exist; exist to please.<BR><BR>
It's ok, it's fine, I've got no wound,<BR>
I tell myself with a spear in my chest.<BR><BR>
I wonder if this is the way; I despair this trench, <BR>
No escape, no route - this is the way.<BR><BR>
Ever scar and ever wound,<BR>
Comes alive and rekindles to stay.<BR><BR>
Loved ones blunt the knife; enemies wait to devour,<BR>
I can now barely see who belong to me.<BR><BR>
You fail to recognize; We're yours - they say,<BR>
Enemies are best; you can see the eyes of hate.<BR><BR>
You look at the sky and scream for help,<BR>
You know HE can hear; HIS remedy you await.<BR><BR>
Patience thrives inside you; provoked, ignored, wounded,<BR>
Smile, joy, and laughter- a distant emotion yet to heed.<BR><BR>
You need to hold, you can't give-up,<BR>
Through every scar and ever gash.<BR><BR>
This is the beginning and it has just begun,<BR>
It promises to breathe, but refuses to heal.<BR><BR>
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A new day has dawned,<BR>
A new day to rejoice and forget yesterday!<BR><BR>
The sun smiles bright, the clouds wait for a hug,<BR>
Hold on to those tears, and let hope take over.<BR><BR>
Where there are tears,<BR>
Let there be glimpses of hope.<BR><BR>
Where there is despair,<BR>
Faith and inspiration.<BR><BR>
You've a bad day?<BR>
Hold on! Give HIM a chance.<BR><BR>
I continue to rejoice,<BR>
With a curve on my face and scars of yesterday!<BR><BR>
Don't evade the tears, don't hide the scars,<BR>
These scars are what made you - the you are today!<BR><BR>
Life will never be fair battle, the storms will reoccur,<BR>
Hold on, don't give up, HE stands beside you!<BR><BR>
You will not drown; you will not fail!<BR>
You will rise above the stars and in the face of joy.<BR><BR>
Just let this go by, just the sun drown today,<BR>
It'll be out again tomorrow, and life will pedal forward.<BR><BR>
Move from your tears, sadness, and despair,<BR>
Into peace, hope, faith, and joy!<BR><BR>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-9908595621320805572015-03-20T01:50:00.000-07:002015-03-20T01:51:03.898-07:00Life Till Now...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well, life’s not fair and we all believe it. At some point or the other, both in our personal and professional lives, we’ve felt dejected and rebuked by the people or the situation around. It could be a bitter experience because of family, friends, colleagues, or the very ‘Me’ that’s form each one of us.<BR><BR>
In my life, more often than not, it’s always the ‘Me’ that has caused more problems than the ‘You’ that has been around. I don’t own much of a success reputation, but always managed to stay balance with an equal loss and wins history. Having said that, I’m quite a driver when it comes to fulfilling my passion. Be it writing (which occurs suddenly and in an unknown fashion), fixing my Royal Enfield, or even as serious, (some may consider it juvenile) choosing my favorite cake. <BR><BR>
My biggest success in life has been friends. I’ve been blessed with amazing friends and I somehow don’t follow a protocol to win folks. I’m mean in the sense that sometimes I’ve kept people far from me who would want to jump into the party and in some occasion have been selfish enough to put up a circus just to win over someone. Whatever may be the case, I’m glad with the bunch of friend I’ve and will always treasure each one of them coz each day you folks make me a better person.<BR><BR>
Failures – and trust me I don’t like failing. Failing has taught me more than any mathematical formula or the pinnacle of victory can offer. I’ve failed and in some cases failed miserably in my pursuit of being successfully. At the end, and after each failure, I’ve strongly realized how important it is to fail and the adrenaline of learning from failures is a life-long experience you treasure than the standing on a podium on being successfully. Majority of my failures have sprouted from failed relationships (in most cases the ‘Me’ to be blamed) and my spiritual journey. Both of these have always locked horn when I’ve tried to make my ways through. You can’t escape either of these in life’s journey. On the outside, I may seem like a nice, sorted guy (I’ve documented proof on this one) but when in a relationship, I’m the demon you wouldn’t want in your life. I know when folks read this post, a lot of girls are going to shun me, but the truth be told, what you get is what you read. I do try to be good in a relationship, but there have been times where can be a total wreck. Having said that, I would love to be with someone and someday see myself as committed and achieve at least a close 90% success (because 100% is for mortals) in a relationship. <BR><BR>
Another part of my struggle has been (and I believe will always be) is my spiritual self. I’m a roman catholic, who comes from a very strict and religious family, but the LORD has been training me (that’s what I feel from the heart) on how to be a better catholic. Although I believe in a lot of fundamental rules and protocols needs to be held intact in your journey of faith, but to be honest, I’ve questioned some of their pre-defined prayer booklets and prayer directions given by priests. I wouldn’t suggest that this is more of a rebellious call, but what I want to point out (and I strongly believe) is we cannot have a one-size fits all arrangement in faith. After all Moses found GOD in a burning tree, Zacchaeus when clinging on to a tree, Mary Magdalene found GOD when caught in adultery and I found HIM in music. I hope and pray (and urge you readers to pray too, in your own way) that each day we’ll get closer to HIM and experience him in our daily chores – be it watching TV, on the internet, or simply while having cake. <BR><BR>
Well, now that I’ve spoken my mind out, I want to congratulate and thank all you folks who made it to this final paragraph. After all, reading is a much tedious task then writing.
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P.S: Wanna be writer, graphic artist, Iron Maiden drummer – Cal Vin!Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-66261528230901671332014-08-27T21:40:00.000-07:002014-08-27T21:42:44.866-07:00At Three | End at Four<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The darker day,<BR>
The darkest the night.<BR><BR>
The sadness descends,<BR>
Anyone watching my plight?<BR><BR>
My mind wanders,<BR>
Looks for question unanswered.<BR><BR>
They remain stagnant,<BR>
And welcome the darkness.<BR><BR>
Trying to refrain,<BR>
With thunderous energy spent.<BR><BR>
Not the body,<BR>
But purely the mind.<BR><BR>
A battle unseen,<BR>
Smile on the outside.<BR><BR>
The storm begins,<BR>
The piercing light approaches.<BR><BR>
Darkness I prefer,<BR>
The light I need.<BR><BR>
And this battle,<BR>
Beneath will it subside.<BR><BR>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-12720809580913491012014-05-08T05:26:00.001-07:002014-05-08T05:33:03.659-07:00He<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The shaken spirit; harden through the ashes of the innocent,<BR>
Released into a World of perfection, or is it?<BR><BR>
The World that pushed him into the alley of sorrow,<BR>
Numb to the core, he walks with feet on floor and a heart of stone.<BR><BR>
Revenge of a torn flesh and scares of a strengthen heart, now begs for silence,<BR>
The silence - his poison and his antidote.<BR><BR>
Convicted a murdered, but born a son,<BR>
These tears won’t dry soon, these wounds refute to heal.<BR><BR>
Money, sloth and greed, they chose him as a prey,<BR>
With smiles on their faces, crosses around their necks, they hid the knife against their backs.<BR><BR>
The night he fails to forget,<BR>
Innocent blood on innocent hands.<BR><BR>
Law blinded by evidence; evil wins, blameless victim takes shape.<BR>
His spirit now shaken, but will it ever break?<BR><BR>
Today he stands alone in what is defined as freedom,<BR>
He rebukes it, his innocence is his freedom.<BR><BR>
His freedom lies now in murdering the lies.<BR>
His freedom lies in embracing his innocence,<BR>
His freedom lies in closing his eyes to the denunciations of the World.<BR><BR>
A World that defines how freedom is,<BR>
A World that appreciates the power of the greedy and shuns the innocent.<BR><BR><BR>
Inspired write-up listening to the song <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFWoIyqSjlA">A Martian Winter</a>. This post speaks about how a son is wrongly convicted in murdering his widowed mother by his family. Today, he is released from the prison; he rejects the World's perception about freedom and all he thirsts and clings on is to his innocence - perceived as self-righteous innocence by the World!
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I always wondered - GOD why would you want me to give up something I like?<BR>
GOD does it really please YOU to see me give what I like?<BR><BR>
I thought about it and there was no answer,<BR>
I prayed for it, but all looked in vain.<BR><BR>
I never thought GOD could be so mean,the ever-loving GOD,<BR>
I complained and frankly even skipped my prayers in disbelief.<BR><BR>
My probing mind kept drifting away from GOD,<BR>
Like a child, I was angry with my FATHER.<BR><BR>
Just than came my kid; the apple of my eye,<BR>
Her smile so bright; her face my sunshine.<BR><BR>
She came to tell me she loved the cupcakes I'd got,<BR>
I'd given her with all my love, the best - the very best.<BR><BR>
She said, "Daddy, thank you for the cupcakes, if it wasn't for you, I would never relish them."<BR>
"I can't buy you any...", she said. "But I've tried doing something very special."<BR><BR>
Just then she opened her tightly held fist, <BR>
A golden wrapper peeped, and smiled back at me.<BR><BR>
Thought she relished some of them, my angel saved one for me,<BR>
Her mouth still watered, but my joy was more important, a sacrifice she wished to make me see smile.<BR><BR>
A sacrifice she made; it made me cry and smile at the same time,<BR>
I thanked GOD for this day; I looked at the crucifix. <BR><BR>
GOD had answered my prayer, HE has spoken through HIS child, <BR>
HE spoke through my daughter, the angel that sacrificed the cupcake I gave her.<BR><BR>
I realized how it feels to be the one at the receiving end of a sacrifice,<BR>
It gave me joy, it made me smile, it made me love, it answered my prayer.<BR><BR>
<B>AMEN!</B>
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Moments of loneliness<BR>
You feel the breath of darkness surround you…<BR>
You will rise to fight; you will not fail<BR>
Arise to a better tomorrow, an assured brighter day…<BR>
All your tears will dry, all the sadness will fade<BR>
You will live, and smile again…<BR>
You cannot let this darkness win<BR>
You are almost there; it appears to turn grey…<BR>
Hold on, hold on, the ALMIGHTY stands<BR>
HIS strength will light you up…<BR>
And then you will fly again<BR>
Where the eagles soars, you will roar on those summits…<BR>
Rely on hope, rely on the peace.<BR>
You feel that you search the light<BR>
It’s now the light that searches you…<BR>
Stand still, hold on to yourself<BR>
You have made it, you have nearly won this impossible battle<BR>
Don’t give up now, you will conquer this storm and rise!Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-929974530485848742013-12-30T23:01:00.000-08:002014-01-04T22:32:19.548-08:002013 - What a Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2013, what a phenomenal year. I can’t thank GOD enough for this wonderful year. A lot of good and bad things happened this year but definitely, if I recollect what happened this year, it is clear that the good has outnumbered the bad and the ugly. <BR><BR>
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The year started off on a rough patch and the myth about what happens on the 1st January drifts through the year is so freaking incorrect. This year had a shaky start, but as each month progressed, life was getting better. <BR><BR>
Two of my best friends got married. Samantha weds Ozzy and Delwyn weds Upasna were events I experienced what I only read in fairy tales. The parties and the food was exquisite not to forget the location - Goa and the other Dehradun. Managed to even cross out rafting in the Ganges from my bucket list as I invaded the role of an explorer with some of the most awesome people I’ve met. Mad stuff. <BR><BR>
My Enfield continues to be my girlfriend and I’ve no regrets about the petrol hikes coz it just doesn’t matter. Like in a Enfield documentary it is said, Once you ride and Enfield, you’re f** for life. You can never ride any other ‘so called’ bike. Oh yeah! I so agree on this one. By the way, I can only ride an old school Enfield. Vintage is the new in, oh wait, it always was. <BR><BR>
From a career perspective, it was been a bright year too. Our lunch group is now bigger; the more the merrier and I couldn't agree more. Managed to be loyal to my company for three years in a row and somehow this strangely feels good. I must thank GOD for helping me encounter some of the most creative people here. Photography, glass painting, caricature, animation, writing, audio production etc. you name it, guys out here can are simply the best at what they do. Again awesome! <BR><BR>
Relationships. Well, I was never good at them. But you learn best to stand tall only when you fall. Each relationship has taught me to be a better person, to know my priorities, and to be more responsible. It was like an uphill climb for a limbless man, but sometimes all that starts bad may just end up well. My life may just get well, or has it already?<BR><BR>
Finally the highlight was Christmas. After receiving some unexpectedly splendid gifts from my secret Santa, who no more is secret, I couldn’t ask for more. Also, got to hang out with my niece and this should continue as we begin 2014. Perfection! So, 2013, thanks for being a great year and making me a better person – each day, each month. 2014, you have a lot of pressure man! Don’t disappoint me…<BR><BR>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-83594808369033225912013-12-16T22:14:00.002-08:002013-12-16T22:14:49.986-08:00We March...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Into the light and out of the ruins,<BR>
Filth fades; pain wrekced to ashes.<BR><BR>
Away from blinding shade, we march-we march for life,<BR>
With scars from out past, memories forgotten.<BR><BR>
Our hopes shaken; our sins forgiven.<BR>
Oh LORD! We thank you for the path our feet tread.<BR><BR>
A spotless forthcoming, a future mankind desired,<BR>
The birth of dawn; the dust forgotten.<BR><BR>
Let's move; let's build,<BR>
Leave the past behind; that's where it belongs.<BR><BR>
Move, stand, fight - break the shackles,<BR>
Begin the leap into the future; march-march-march into the light.<BR><BR>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-68765164731504283942013-09-10T02:24:00.001-07:002013-09-10T02:25:28.079-07:00I'm is the 'Grey' is the...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Grey - a decent color, a clever shade, and also something that is deep – grey builds character kinda bakwaas. But, grey is definitely not a good friend if it is summer or a hot day in India (We have glimpses of summer in winter.). Water is a kryptonite for grey and so is sweat. Grey confidently exposes areas where you sweat the most. So, if you aren’t at a gym, there is no point stressing on the fact that you are a hard working individual - kyonki paseena toh fan kay neechay baitheyney see bhi aata hai. <br><br>
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<br>Although grey is my favorite color, here are top three reasons why you shouldn't wear grey. <br><br>
1. Summer - Sweat - Trouble: The caption sums it all up. You wear grey, the sun its out, you sweat- Kaboom! The grey tee/shirt is soaked to the core. All fine till now, wait, the whole World can see the sweat spots. Shoulders, back, you name it - they can see, it all. <br><br>
2. Dark Skinned: Ok, not being racist, but dude or woman, avoid grey if you are dark. Just avoid it. There is not point decking yourself up with a lighter shade of what you look like. <br>
<b>Tip</b>: This point can be ignored if grey is your favourite color. Well, I will be; grey is my favourite and I’m dark skinned. <br><br>
3. Its Already Faded: Whether you like it or not, accept it or not, agree or not, grey is just faded black. So no matter how new a product you buy, you always knew it would look awesome if it were black. So, just buy black naa, why grey? <br><br>
Ok, this is the end of this post. But the way, never knew wearing a grey shirt can push you to write a blog post. One of those days where I’m able to write on anything. Cool naa? <br><br>
<b>Coming Soon</b>: Why Wear Grey?Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-13345024476816094942013-08-05T22:29:00.000-07:002013-08-05T22:29:30.388-07:00Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated,<br>
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh. <br><br>
The mistakes I made; the roads I trod, <br>
Some flash before my eyes; I struggle to erase the rest. <br><br>
Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated, <br>
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh. <br><br>
The time gone by; the time yet to come, <br>
I'm a fool; I fail to learn from my mistakes. <br><br>
Life hold me close; I've begun to fall apart, <br>
Life be my support; I've begun to lose faith. <br><br>
Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated, <br>
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh. <br><br>
You taught me how to live; I never pushed myself hard enough, <br>
I wish I could mend my ways; I wish I pursued you better. <br><br>
Now I'm addicted to evil; my decisions mended by my darker side, <br>
Still inside me I wait; I wait for change; I want to see the light. <br><br>
Oh Life...you so simple, yet so complicated, <br>
Oh Life...you so gently, yet so harsh. <br><br>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-86528545045440553222013-07-10T05:14:00.001-07:002013-07-10T11:33:29.858-07:00Danke...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Walking side by side, <br>
Smiling faces, tears had to bid adieu…<br><br>
“You’re so cute “, she said, <br>
And so are you – I replied in my head…<br><br>
I thank the MAN above, <br>
For the times we had, for the man you shaped me to be…<br><br>
The alliance far from completion; yet a lot to learn, <br>
An incomplete aid, enormous values to respect…<br><br>
People meddling their opinion; conscience glaring at me, <br>
All that mattered is <b>You</b>, and that you understood…<br><br>
I don’t know if you would believe, but you mattered and still do, <br>
So for all the times, and for a better me, I – <b>Thank You</b>…
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<b>Disclaimer</b>: All the below mentioned words are strictly negative. Any resemblance to living is purely fictional...<b>NOT</b>.
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<li>Waaathah</li>
<li>Chal nikal</li>
<li>Ghanta</li>
<li>Haaaaaaath</li>
<li>Tera baap</li>
<li>Bhuugh</li>
<li>Haan...barabar haah...</li>
<li>Shaadi mai aaya hai kya?</li>
<li>Andhaa</li></ul>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-72075040942794069322013-06-22T08:40:00.000-07:002013-06-24T06:14:50.719-07:00Rains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>I love the rains</b>. Yes, it's quite a bold statement for a Mumbaikar, but I can't stop loving the rains; even the ones that pour out when you just about to move out. Not that I'm an enemy of a bright sunny day, but you got to accept the rains do bring a smile on our faces. Ironically, winter claims the podium for my favorite season, but rains run quite close to the competition. While winters can give me a pleasant cozy sleep and may even force to go that extra minute or two to rattle in bed, the monsoon succeeds in seducing me to jump-start for long walks as the rain droplets crash my feet. Not to forget, some awesome instrumentals and acoustics songs pampering my ears.<br><br>
This year the rains are good too. Although mother nature hasn't been gracious to the norther part of India, and I hope she forgives us humans for ruining her over the years, I wish and hope rains ease out in north India and the people reach back home safely. Coming back to central India - Mumbai that is, rains have been good and I'm loving every moment of Mama Nature being kind and showering us with rains. many a times, rains force to stay indoors, but this gives me a time-void to go back in my past and weigh the mistakes I've made and dragged others along and gives me the opportunity to ensure the journey left can be covered better.<br><br>
Rains, so this was for you. Thank you GOD for showering us with good rains. Hoping everyone is loving the rains. For those driving to work and back home, let's not blame monsoons for the mess we create. For others, try walking in the rains, nothing beats shunning yourself under the umbrella, drowning yourself in some good music and walking. <br><br>
<b>Disclaimer</b>: Despite walking in <i>ankle</i> deep water, rain on me!<br><br>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-7902344073919931132013-06-20T05:51:00.001-07:002013-06-20T05:54:45.239-07:00The Pursuit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Justice denied; the lies jab to prevail,<BR>
Justice achieved; a SAVIORS care.<BR><BR>
A day locked with fury; the unchanging ways of the dejection pursued.<BR>
Anger, hatred, disappointment flooded, but mercy prevailing.<BR><BR>
No resurrection for the darker side,<BR>
No incarnation to the dying side.<BR><BR>
Candles burnt at both ends; bridges torn in frustration,<BR>
Surrender to HIM; the ways so unchanged; the I in the decision I make.<BR><BR>
Heading ahead into the unknown and the mysterious eclipse,<BR>
Not knowing what is right; but ABBA I hold YOUR gracious hands.<BR><BR>
HIS voice prefaced, HIS grace unleashed,<BR>
All the negatives from the closet, buried in the past, choked to chase the life ahead.<BR><BR>
Counting the failures, leveling them with desires fulfilled,<BR>
Trying hard not to look; failure chasing and the pursuit continues.<BR><BR>
Oh FATHER! Increase my trust in thee, these feet walk the unwanted path,<BR>
My faith trembles with an ambiance of a thicker grey, yet with YOU I stand.<BR><BR>
Awaiting the day of resurrection, the day the desires reject to reincarnate,<BR>
The day we are made worth, the day we are cleansed, the day we are made one.<BR><BR>
Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-85648038075846940372013-03-13T06:15:00.000-07:002013-03-13T06:15:42.026-07:00What do you mean?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This happened a few weeks back and I always wanted to say this. So, here it is, loud and clear....hopefully!
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It’s a bright Monday morning. I’m early to work and perilously hungry, but something goes terribly wrong…<BR><BR>
<b>Calvin</b>: Arey, ek Misal Pav dena.<BR>
<b>Raju</b>, man with the dirty plastic glove: Sirhh, abhi tak ‘Pav’ aaya nahi. Thodayeh time maieh ayega. (Yes, South Indian bugga.)<BR><BR>
*Beeeeep* I swipe out to go back to my work station. Suddenly I see a man approaching the canteen with a gazillion pavs. I change my destination and follow the man with the pav back to the canteen.<BR><BR>
<b>Raju</b>, man with the dirty glove: Arey Pav aaya.<BR>
<b>Calvin</b>: (*Screming thought-cloud*) Raaaaaaacissssstttt<BR>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-45558221900269056812012-12-19T10:23:00.001-08:002012-12-19T10:30:17.027-08:00I: The Disgusted Indian<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Another rape case again. In the days to come, I feel we would be more upset about the Indian team not performing than a brutal rape of a 15 or 18 years old innocent girl. Things will turn casual if this repeatedly happens. Oh wait! It is repeatedly happening. Not justifying what the terrorist do, but although they have no good reason to do what they are doing, at least they have the courtesy to rig a bullet straight to your head rather than form a group to gang rape, torture, and dump your loved one on the highway or a sewage whichever comes first on their way back home. A minister in the paper recently said, “Marry the boys young to avoid rape.” Wow! The concept of rape in marriages, exciting, isn't it Mr. Minister? (Oh yeah! By the way, Ministers lead our country or at least are supposed to lead.)<BR><BR>
In a nation where we boast of culture and tradition that regards women as the source of goodness, where are we heading? It is really depressing and all the more disturbing to see our fellow brethren disregarding women and stoop down to the level of raping an innocent woman travelling back home with her boyfriend. No, I do not wish capital punishment for these accused. Rather, I would like them to be exposed to sheer brutality like we see in any gore movie and then be dumped into a sewage to rot and if their luck favors, probably die. They need not be executed; rather we need to make them suffer to kill them. Although this is my personal opinion, I bet most of you folks reading this would agree.<BR><BR>
As I travel this morning to work I pondered on the brutality we have aligned ourselves to. This rape case was just one of them. Every day millions of rape/molestation cases happen across our nation. And not just that, young girl children are victims too. How can we stop it? Is subjecting the accused to capital punishment the solution? Is nailing the accused to sheer brutality and terminating him from society a solution? What if the demons fail to rest and still opts for rape despite the dire consequences he is aware of? Also, what if a woman falsely accuses a man of rape? Although from the bottom of my heart I want the accused to be butchered to death, I can’t stop but push myself to think about the solution. Would I be at peace to send my girlfriend/sister/wife or even my mother to a World out there ridden with rapist hiding in the dark corner of almost every street? I definitely wouldn't. Even if the accused are executed, the wounds may heal, but the scars remain.<BR><BR>
To battle this situation, all of us need is a self-awareness about respect, our limits, and self-control. Sorry to say this, but especially the men need to learn this. No capital punishment would curb the rape/molestation cases that are reported daily and tossed into fame and the ones that remain covered under the filthy sheets of traditional practices. We need to learn to love and allow to nurture it through self-control. No amount of punishment can cub this evil practice permanently unless there is self-awareness and an immense feeling of love or at least respect for the other. Education needs to take pace and pierce through poverty and the reach out to the remote masses. People need or rather have to understand what the consequences of any evil are on the victim rather than on the accused. Would they choose the same thing to happen to their mother/sister or their own wife? People need to be aware of this and if not, they need to be made aware of this. The only solution I see is educating them and bringing them up to a level to learn to respect every woman they see, even whilst bird-watching and understand and master the art of self-control. To end this post, I wish and pray for every girl who is a victim of such irrational and lunatic behavior. May GOD give them all the strength, power, grace, or whatever we may call it to battle such an extent of bitterness they have experienced in life.<BR><BR><B>Some terrorist are outside the country, but a million are already resting inside!</B>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-10661824454921101492012-10-10T21:54:00.000-07:002012-10-10T21:55:31.136-07:00Symphony<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I ask myself who makes music,<BR>
The clatter of a beggar or the wealth of the rich.<BR><BR>
I ask myself who makes music,<BR>
The chirping of the morning bird or the sound of a sedan.<BR><BR>
I ask myself who makes music,<BR>
The laugh of innocence or the arrogance of maturity.<BR><BR>
I ask myself who makes music,<BR>
The care of a loved one or the one whom we chase in vain.<BR><BR>
Oh! It is time to look back now,<BR>
And tune to ourselves and align to HIS will.<BR><BR>
Because when I asked myself who makes music,<BR>
The voice inside me replied, “YOU DO!”<BR><BR>
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All the paths that I tread thinking they were right,<BR>
Plundered and killed a million ideas.<BR><BR>
Some were right, rest were just a massacre,<BR>
I was led astray, I gave in to temptation.<BR><BR>
Now that I open my eyes,<BR>
I fear I may close them again as the days pass by.<BR><BR>
I took people for granted; assumed they would understand,<BR>
I was wrong, regret not all, but many of my actions.<BR><BR>
Today I stand in realization,<BR>
To understand and look at the oncoming storm.<BR><BR>
I cling on to my crucifix,<BR>
And I pray that I don't fall.<BR><BR>
I've had my share of falls, but now its time to rise,<BR>
Time to be humble, time to apologize.<BR><BR>
Strength from above keeps me heading,<BR>
Into a battle of joy and grief.<BR><BR>
I was made to fight - flesh, blood, and spirit,<BR>
Unless HIS power rests, I shall wither.<BR><BR>
FATHER, hold me now, this battle takes me down,<BR>
I put my faith and might in YOU alone.<BR><BR>
Hope my sins will be forgiven, sins count to a million,<BR>
But I'm not just the one; hope to see you on the other side.<BR><BR>Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8924202129764419606.post-65017637334894879612012-07-31T06:13:00.000-07:002012-08-01T04:16:23.521-07:00Just a Thought!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life throws ups and downs at you. Sometimes we defend ourselves saying the circumstances were insane. For the rest, we cover it up saying - <i>it is my perspective</i>. While Eminem yells, will the real slim shady please stand up, I yell out, will the truth ever be accepted? Will we stop twisting the truth and accept it as it is? Or will we alter and manipulate it to be politically right and find the easy way out?
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I'm no saint. I'm just the regular sinner who has his own ways to manipulate truth and live on. I manipulate because I fear. Fear of rejection by society, people, and most of the time, my inner self! But, deep inside I pursue a change; I pursue a change fueled by strength. May GOD be gracious and fill me with HIS grace and power that someday I see myself standing tall; standing tall just to say - It's not my perspective - It is the <B>TRUTH</B>.Calvin Pereirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959632050370946243noreply@blogger.com3