The Road More Taken.

The Road More Taken.

This time i have made a twister of Robert Frost's 'The road not taken'.... but on a bit serious note this time...this one i feel depicts the state of mind that many of us might have gone through . ( Twister is a trademark name of supro... given to this form of poetry where he twists the original poem of a deserving poet... with due respect to them!). The moral from this poem is the same as that of Frost's original- 'drop out of the rat race, follow your heart,your mind.'

Two roads diverged after class tenth ,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one topper, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where engineering went into the MBA froth.


Then looked at the other, of social and arts affairs,
And having it seemed much lesser fame,
Because it was rocky and took no care;
Though as for that who had passed from there
were heard to be happy about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
Indeed no one had ever trodden back.
Oh, I left the second for more money and fame!
Yet knowing I would thrive in the second way,
I repented I would never come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in my mind, and I—
I took the one more traveled by,
And that has made NO difference in life.

-Supro Antifreeze

Again for the reader's to compare here is the original:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost.

If by Supro-yard Ship-in

This time i thought i'd have some fun with Sir Rudyard! I suggest u first read the original poem below this one.... u'll enjoy more then i think... :D
If

If you can keep to your bed at 8 when all about you
Are leaving their’s and plead the same to you;
If you cannot trust your books and all the profs doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can doze and not be tired by dozing ,
Or, can lie about and don't deal in cries,
Or, being loved, don't give way to her spending,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you do not dream and can grab reality faster;
If you do not think – and fully cram your brain ;
If you can meet with lectures and labs
And treat those two dementors just the same;
If you can bear to see the marks you've grown
squeezed dry further by the prof to make you look like a helpless fool,
Or watch the grades you never gave a damn to worsen,
And rise above and push'em down further with nonchalant cool;


If you can make one small pouch of all your failures
And fling it away on any given day like a garbage toss,
And choose, to make a new such pouch again… grinning
And brag to one n all about your flaws;
If you can force your friend or girl and the waiter
To serve your drink long after your senses are gone,
And so not control even when you feel nothing in your head,
Except the Bill which says to it: "Hold on!!";


If you can talk to girls without wearing a mask of virtue,
Or walk with them and still not lose your common sense;
If neither a book nor the mess cook can hurt you;
If all men count for you, but none as much as that present crush;
If you can fill the unforgiving lecture
With sixty minutes' worth of blissful nap -
Yours is the pleasure that no one else can measure,
And - which is more - you'll be an engineering grad. my son!

---SUPRO-YARD SHIP-IN

Again for readers to compare and enjoy... i'll post the original poem. ( it has d trademark chauvinist touch of kipling which we all love to hate... isnt it? )

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!