O Sigh-atic! O sciatica!

O SCIATIC! O sciatica!
Why do you traumatise me thus?
O why do you sting me for every now and then?
Why must you continue? O why do you not cease?
Is it because, if you keep continuing this way, you would soon certainly slip disc me?

(with apologies to Walt Whitman for spoofing his poem)

Librarian Girl

Sou! I could not get over how you kept thinking MJ’s ‘Liberian girl’ was about a librarian. So I tweaked the lyrics special for you 😉 Let’s sing this at a Karaoke bar, what say?

Dewey decimal, online catalog…classification system
Librarian girl.. .
You came and you changed my world
A love so brand new
Librarian girl . . .
You expanded my knowledge too
A smartness so true

Librarian girl
You gave me your books and you changed my world,
Just like in the stories,
Two lovers in a library
And she says will you lend it to me
And he says so endlessly . . .
I love you, librarian girl

Dewey decimal, online catalog…classification system
Librarian girl . . .
More precious than Shakespeare, girl,
Found in aisle number three
Librarian girl . . .
You stamp my books tenderly
And drive me crazy

Librarian girl
You gave me your books and you changed my world,
Just like in the stories,
Two lovers in a library
And she says will you lend it to me
And he says so endlessly . . .
I love you, librarian girl

Dewey decimal, online catalog…classification system
Librarian girl
You gave me your books and you changed my world,
I’ll skip the due date and you’ll have to charge a fee
And I’ll smile back in glee, and forever you will see
That I love you, librarian girl,
All the time

I love you, librarian girl,
All the time

I want you
I love you baby
(girl)
Let’s stack the shelves, I love you baby, ooh!
(girl)

Proud to be Proud

Proud to be me

Proud to be a woman

Proud to embrace my androgynous self

Proud to be fashionable – be it sports shoes with formal pants, or high heels with short skirts

Proud to be a part of my team

Proud to see genuine change in these office walls

Proud and happy to see ads on tv representing the place I work

Proud to be an Indian

Proud to be a Corporate activist – bringing bigots and racists down to their knees

Proud of Pride Month

Proud to be a part time geek and a full time freak

Proud that I can spread my wings and fly

Proud to be so proud 🙂

Bulky endometrium

She waits…patiently waits
Wondering if he will ever turn up.
She pines and longs and wonders if she will ever be blessed by a stroke of luck.
The air is acidic, the sky is red,
She clings on to this wall of hope, and hopes to cling on to it forever.

But wait she will
And if he does not turn up
She will cry..and wail..and bleed
And pine and pray..over and over again

But one day…they will meet
They will dance to the tunes of love
And start a new life so beautiful

But till then..she cries..
She bleeds


Chove Chuva…constant is the rain
Chove Chuva…endless is the pain

Why Size Zero is in

To all you horrid bitches who made fun of me in high school
Who asked me embarrassing questions about my bra size
Who spread rumors that I was anorexic
Who said no boy would look at me because I had a flat chest
Who mocked me for having matchstick legs

I cannot wait to meet your fat and frumpy selves at the school reunion 🙂

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Postscript after attending the reunion:
To the reunion I did go
And there what did I see?
The ‘fat and frumpy’ people
Were way hotter than me 😦

The head-girl of the school
Gave a compliment to me
And I was thrilled and oh-so-kicked
That she acknowledged me

And then I sat and wondered,
Does high-school ever end?
Perhaps it’s just my attitude
That really needs to mend!

😉

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Clarification

But don’t you see?

You’re the one,
the others are just for fun.

You’re my joy,
the others are mere toys.

You’re my king,
they are songs I sing.

With you I wish to wine and dine,
with them I merely pass time.

I think of you from dusk to dawn.
they seem fun, but make me yawn.

You, my friend, are oh-so fine!
With that, I end this pathetic rhyme.