What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

Sittin in the audi, n watching the show,
was thinkin to myself, if i could be a pro

can i dance or can i write, can i paint or atleast sing?
isnt there any talent in me, that i can call my own "thing"?

singin is wut i started out wid, but what awaited me was gloom
my songs wouldnt go, beyond the confines of the bathroom

had a shot at painting, thought i would do that with ease
my masterpieces were limited, to graphs in my ppts.

tried my hand at writing,thought its same as writing notes
the only ficion i wrote, were my weekly status reports

writin whackky one liners, that wont require any slog,
but the ones that were appreciated, were sysouts and user-action log.

writing neat little poems, is what i tried in rage,
lookin at the this one, dont think it will go beyond this page.

Sittin in the audi, the show sure was a treat
best place for me out here, seems to be the audience seat.

Conversation with Kerala Bus Conductor

Scene 1:
Location: Mangalore Bus Stand

Dialogues:

Me: Yeh bus Kannur jaayega kya?
Conductor: ?(Puzzled look on his face)

Me:(Thinking, that explaining with broken english and hand gestures might help in the conversation) Bus (pointing to the bus) goes("hands on steering wheel" gesture ) Kannur?
Conductor: (With a poker face) This bus will go to Payyanoor. From there, Kannur is pretty near. You can take another bus from there.

Tikdun Motha gumboot aalya mule purna pravaas, tondaawar bot thevun gapchup kela.