Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Rock
Love to shock?
You bet.
It's all about rock.
Doc.
Still on dope?
You bet.
Kill the mope.
Hope.
Cuts like a knife?
You bet.
End the strife.
Life.
Afraid to go near?
You bet.
Have no fear.
Elixir.
Need some light?
You bet.
Know wrong and right.
Fight.
On the run?
You bet.
Be the one.
Sun.
Dare to play?
You bet.
Find your way.
Someday.
End of the talk?
You bet.
It's all about rock.
Doc.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
You bet.
It's all about rock.
Doc.
Still on dope?
You bet.
Kill the mope.
Hope.
Cuts like a knife?
You bet.
End the strife.
Life.
Afraid to go near?
You bet.
Have no fear.
Elixir.
Need some light?
You bet.
Know wrong and right.
Fight.
On the run?
You bet.
Be the one.
Sun.
Dare to play?
You bet.
Find your way.
Someday.
End of the talk?
You bet.
It's all about rock.
Doc.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Lord of the Roads : Return of the King
He's so very definitely male,
Makes wannabes look wan and pale!
He's got the body of a Schwarzenegger,
Oh boy!What an amazing figure!
The looks don't flatter to deceive,
One ride - and you'll learn to believe.
For inside is a heart of gold,
An engine - that never goes cold.
Feed him petrol in a sumptuous feast,
And he'll roar down ECR like a majestic beast.
He's a Casanova. He loves to race,
But he always stops for a pretty face.
His growls dip into a sweet purring sound,
Coz he's on his best when there are ladies around!
He does not like the sly 'mamas'
Who keep enacting their dishonest dramas.
Hey!He has a real cool family.
Got a kid bro recently.
DTSI is his name,
And he's destined for even greater fame.
Junior's got such amazing power,
That he does not know to cower.
Put him into fifth gear,
And the road behind will disappear!
It must have been a fundoo brain,
That came up with a machine so vain.
Well done Bajaj!
Step up and claim the 'Sartaj'.
Since there can be but one king,
To his majesty, this ode I sing.
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Makes wannabes look wan and pale!
He's got the body of a Schwarzenegger,
Oh boy!What an amazing figure!
The looks don't flatter to deceive,
One ride - and you'll learn to believe.
For inside is a heart of gold,
An engine - that never goes cold.
Feed him petrol in a sumptuous feast,
And he'll roar down ECR like a majestic beast.
He's a Casanova. He loves to race,
But he always stops for a pretty face.
His growls dip into a sweet purring sound,
Coz he's on his best when there are ladies around!
He does not like the sly 'mamas'
Who keep enacting their dishonest dramas.
Hey!He has a real cool family.
Got a kid bro recently.
DTSI is his name,
And he's destined for even greater fame.
Junior's got such amazing power,
That he does not know to cower.
Put him into fifth gear,
And the road behind will disappear!
It must have been a fundoo brain,
That came up with a machine so vain.
Well done Bajaj!
Step up and claim the 'Sartaj'.
Since there can be but one king,
To his majesty, this ode I sing.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Friday, June 25, 2004
Switching into Devdas Mode
Verily was she a nymph divine,
Around my heart did her beauty entwine,
More intoxicating than the Frenchest of wine.
All I wanted was to make her mine.
Her hair cascaded like a river of gloss,
Everytime her head did a vain little toss.
So breathtaking looked she, even when cross,
That words fail me - I'm at a loss!
Her eyes ran so deep,
In my fervour I could not sleep.
I was afraid she'd call me a creep,
The very thought made me weep.
Because I knew that she was more than just hot,
And that I was definitely not.
I took to smoking pot,
And my brain began to rot.
She was so beyond description,
My madness went past resurrection
(Inspite of the shrink's prescription!)
Much to my mom's trepidation.
Once she turned around to speak,
My knees - they went weak.
Dammit! I was so meek,
That in front of her I could only squeak.
Metaphysical me had a big hole,
Trapped in an unrelenting gaol.
Yet she was the sun of my planetary soul,
She made my heart burn like fiery coal.
Some day it'll burn out,
I have absolutely no doubt,
Love sure is one bout,
That can more than just rout.
Now she's not here,
Down drops a tear.
Does the fire sear?
Yup and the head begins to clear.
Time to stop the mope,
Keep off the dope.
Get some good soap
And scrub away remnants of hope.
Time to switch off Devdas mode,
Coz there's lotta load,
Gotta go back and code,
And then hit the road.
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Around my heart did her beauty entwine,
More intoxicating than the Frenchest of wine.
All I wanted was to make her mine.
Her hair cascaded like a river of gloss,
Everytime her head did a vain little toss.
So breathtaking looked she, even when cross,
That words fail me - I'm at a loss!
Her eyes ran so deep,
In my fervour I could not sleep.
I was afraid she'd call me a creep,
The very thought made me weep.
Because I knew that she was more than just hot,
And that I was definitely not.
I took to smoking pot,
And my brain began to rot.
She was so beyond description,
My madness went past resurrection
(Inspite of the shrink's prescription!)
Much to my mom's trepidation.
Once she turned around to speak,
My knees - they went weak.
Dammit! I was so meek,
That in front of her I could only squeak.
Metaphysical me had a big hole,
Trapped in an unrelenting gaol.
Yet she was the sun of my planetary soul,
She made my heart burn like fiery coal.
Some day it'll burn out,
I have absolutely no doubt,
Love sure is one bout,
That can more than just rout.
Now she's not here,
Down drops a tear.
Does the fire sear?
Yup and the head begins to clear.
Time to stop the mope,
Keep off the dope.
Get some good soap
And scrub away remnants of hope.
Time to switch off Devdas mode,
Coz there's lotta load,
Gotta go back and code,
And then hit the road.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Sydney 2004
Sachin was expected to come up with another dud,
But the guy nipped his bad patch in the bud.
Runs didn't flow like a raging river,
Nonetheless,his bat made the Aussies quiver.
At the other end, Laxman was on song,
It was a day when he could do no wrong.
The Indian batting machine is now a real inspiration,
Drowning bowlers the world over in pools of perspiration.
In international cricket, there is no such sight,
As the Indian middle-order flexing its might.
It's not a one-man show any more,
This is a line-up that will be the stuff of lore.
Waugh - we've waited a long time for this,
Your time is up and we aren't going to miss.
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But the guy nipped his bad patch in the bud.
Runs didn't flow like a raging river,
Nonetheless,his bat made the Aussies quiver.
At the other end, Laxman was on song,
It was a day when he could do no wrong.
The Indian batting machine is now a real inspiration,
Drowning bowlers the world over in pools of perspiration.
In international cricket, there is no such sight,
As the Indian middle-order flexing its might.
It's not a one-man show any more,
This is a line-up that will be the stuff of lore.
Waugh - we've waited a long time for this,
Your time is up and we aren't going to miss.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
India wallops the Pakis
Sweet victory at last!
After those painful memories of the past.
Long we had thought it to be a dream,
That some day,the Pakis, we'd cream.
The wish has finally come true,
Thanks to the astounding men in blue.
They set the ground on fire,
And made a mockery of perdictions dire.
What exemplary spirit!
The flame of Indian cricket is now lit.
To blaze its way to greatness and to glory,
To script hereafter many a memorable story.
It was brilliant captaincy by the Wall,
Indeed, he stood so very tall.
Viru essayed a magical knock,
Leaving the Pakis in disarray and in shock.
With ferocious glee did he maul and destroy,
Watching him bat is such a joy!
A great show by the Little Master,
For him,our hearts will always beat faster.
Many dismissed the bowlers as 'zeroes'
But they turned out to be the unsung heroes.
This is one heck of a team,
Fit to be eulogised,ream upon ream.
Let us stop bickering and whining,
Coz Indian cricket is now truly shining.
Let us bond nad unite,
And watch our team fearlessly fight.
It is fantastic day,
I think I'm gonna head the nearest bar's way :-)!
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After those painful memories of the past.
Long we had thought it to be a dream,
That some day,the Pakis, we'd cream.
The wish has finally come true,
Thanks to the astounding men in blue.
They set the ground on fire,
And made a mockery of perdictions dire.
What exemplary spirit!
The flame of Indian cricket is now lit.
To blaze its way to greatness and to glory,
To script hereafter many a memorable story.
It was brilliant captaincy by the Wall,
Indeed, he stood so very tall.
Viru essayed a magical knock,
Leaving the Pakis in disarray and in shock.
With ferocious glee did he maul and destroy,
Watching him bat is such a joy!
A great show by the Little Master,
For him,our hearts will always beat faster.
Many dismissed the bowlers as 'zeroes'
But they turned out to be the unsung heroes.
This is one heck of a team,
Fit to be eulogised,ream upon ream.
Let us stop bickering and whining,
Coz Indian cricket is now truly shining.
Let us bond nad unite,
And watch our team fearlessly fight.
It is fantastic day,
I think I'm gonna head the nearest bar's way :-)!
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
A prologue to the 2004 Indo-Pak test series
The Pakis are an arrogant lot,
Just like their General who loves to plot.
They think they are a great team.
That their bowlers are masters of swing and seam,
That Afridi & Co hit the ball so hard,
That many a bowler's reputation is marred.
Well Pakis - here's a newsflash.
"You are coming down with a crash!"
The last match we may suffered a loss
But our boys will show them who's the boss.
Nobody's scared of their pacers who chuck,
Or their batsmen who survive on luck.
'Coz we got the Wall,
Who stands undaunted and tall.
What about the Little Master,
Who sets the pulse racing a wee bit faster.
There is that tiger from Bengal.
He can do more than just enthrall.
VVS is an all-time great,
When he gets going,runs do not abate.
Do bot be fooled by Sehwag's rotund belly,
'Coz he's a merciless butcher from Delhi.
This is that well-oiled batting machine,
That dismantles attacks menacing and mean.
Of sportsmanship the Pakis have none,
Just remember the deeds that Shoaib has done.
So being nice guys is not enough,
Team India must act tough.
It's time to put their cheerleading General in a skirt,
And make the Pakis kiss the dirt.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Just like their General who loves to plot.
They think they are a great team.
That their bowlers are masters of swing and seam,
That Afridi & Co hit the ball so hard,
That many a bowler's reputation is marred.
Well Pakis - here's a newsflash.
"You are coming down with a crash!"
The last match we may suffered a loss
But our boys will show them who's the boss.
Nobody's scared of their pacers who chuck,
Or their batsmen who survive on luck.
'Coz we got the Wall,
Who stands undaunted and tall.
What about the Little Master,
Who sets the pulse racing a wee bit faster.
There is that tiger from Bengal.
He can do more than just enthrall.
VVS is an all-time great,
When he gets going,runs do not abate.
Do bot be fooled by Sehwag's rotund belly,
'Coz he's a merciless butcher from Delhi.
This is that well-oiled batting machine,
That dismantles attacks menacing and mean.
Of sportsmanship the Pakis have none,
Just remember the deeds that Shoaib has done.
So being nice guys is not enough,
Team India must act tough.
It's time to put their cheerleading General in a skirt,
And make the Pakis kiss the dirt.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Lok Sabha 2004
Every politician's greatest fear -
Elections - are here!
All of a sudden, they're campaigning around
Just to avoid a drubbing sound.
Out come the posters and the flags,
As also the proverbial money bags!
The rhetoric is loud but hollow
Which the masses often do not follow.
Politicians love to sling mud,
To portray the opponent as a dud!
Issues never do matter
As long as their ilk get fatter.
They believe in good education,
Which is why they never think of matriculation!
The high and the mighty are their pawns
Because most of them are mafia dons.
Mayawati and Mulayam are not worth a dime,
Yet they get elected time after time!
Laloo's party hideously stinks,
Yet in front of the nation, he blatantly winks.
Thackeray is a proven crook,
Well-documented in Mumbai's every nook.
The Commies make me sick,
Their minds are so obtuse and so thick.
The Congress has fallen so low
That an Italian doth their battle conch blow.
The BJP's principles were lost,
When the likes of Amma it did accost.
To give these morons a vote
Is like cutting your country's throat.
It's so hard to make a choice.
In the least of devils we must rejoice.
It's a tough game to play
But I'd go saffron's way.
Things are at a crucial juncture,
Ever since Babu's cycle got a puncture.
Nobody wants a hung Parliament
Or elections in another installment.
Throw these regional players out.
They have over-reached their clout.
At the end of the Battle Royale,
I hope the electorate stands tall.
The future is pretty clear.
Only we can put India into fifth gear.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Elections - are here!
All of a sudden, they're campaigning around
Just to avoid a drubbing sound.
Out come the posters and the flags,
As also the proverbial money bags!
The rhetoric is loud but hollow
Which the masses often do not follow.
Politicians love to sling mud,
To portray the opponent as a dud!
Issues never do matter
As long as their ilk get fatter.
They believe in good education,
Which is why they never think of matriculation!
The high and the mighty are their pawns
Because most of them are mafia dons.
Mayawati and Mulayam are not worth a dime,
Yet they get elected time after time!
Laloo's party hideously stinks,
Yet in front of the nation, he blatantly winks.
Thackeray is a proven crook,
Well-documented in Mumbai's every nook.
The Commies make me sick,
Their minds are so obtuse and so thick.
The Congress has fallen so low
That an Italian doth their battle conch blow.
The BJP's principles were lost,
When the likes of Amma it did accost.
To give these morons a vote
Is like cutting your country's throat.
It's so hard to make a choice.
In the least of devils we must rejoice.
It's a tough game to play
But I'd go saffron's way.
Things are at a crucial juncture,
Ever since Babu's cycle got a puncture.
Nobody wants a hung Parliament
Or elections in another installment.
Throw these regional players out.
They have over-reached their clout.
At the end of the Battle Royale,
I hope the electorate stands tall.
The future is pretty clear.
Only we can put India into fifth gear.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Unravelogues
This class caters to descriptions of my travels. Inspite of it being a favourite of mine and inspite of the fact that I've been travelling a fair bit, I have been very neglectful of putting thoughts and experiences to words.
The most recent post appears at the top of the page.
My new camera rocks
On the Santa Fe Trail
Romancing the Roads
The most recent post appears at the top of the page.
My new camera rocks
On the Santa Fe Trail
Romancing the Roads
mental baba 12:33 AM |
Tall Tales
Here are a few short stories that I have attempted. The most recent post appears at the top of the page.
The Clever Fox
Truth, Peace and Justice
The Two Diamonds
Nightmare on Murugan Koil Street
The Man
The Thing
The Clever Fox
Truth, Peace and Justice
The Two Diamonds
Nightmare on Murugan Koil Street
The Man
The Thing
mental baba 12:29 AM |
Meandering thoughts of a fickle mind
This is a collection of rants and ramblings. The most recent post will be at the top of the page.
Signs of Life
Peaceful Easy Feeling
Close Encounters
On a Rainy Day
Britney goes to Tirupati
Happy New Year
A Long Time Coming
Yo Baba
Play It Again
Mental Baba, Stupid Baba
fsck -p /
Arrey Mathiao!
Hip! Hip! Hurray!
A Pseudo-Engineer's Quasi-Experiment
To A New Tomorrow
Here Goes Nothing
Obituary
The No.1 City of the World
It's Wednesday and
Holy moly!
Finally...
Mayday! Mayday!
Arrey Baba
I'm not good with subjects
Should have known better
'He who...
WTF?
"Nirvana in the times of IT"
Meet the Mental Baba
Shhhh!
Love thy neighbour?
D.I.S.C.I.P.L.I.N.E
What's Cooking?!
Peeps of the World...
Flat on the Mat
WMD
National Economy
A Doc(k) Tale
Then there was binary
Duck Out?!!!
Mundane March
EQA for Dummies
Mental Baba and VT2A375D
The Magic - it never stops
Clash of the Titans
Golgappa Wars
Signs of Life
Peaceful Easy Feeling
Close Encounters
On a Rainy Day
Britney goes to Tirupati
Happy New Year
A Long Time Coming
Yo Baba
Play It Again
Mental Baba, Stupid Baba
fsck -p /
Arrey Mathiao!
Hip! Hip! Hurray!
A Pseudo-Engineer's Quasi-Experiment
To A New Tomorrow
Here Goes Nothing
Obituary
The No.1 City of the World
It's Wednesday and
Holy moly!
Finally...
Mayday! Mayday!
Arrey Baba
I'm not good with subjects
Should have known better
'He who...
WTF?
"Nirvana in the times of IT"
Meet the Mental Baba
Shhhh!
Love thy neighbour?
D.I.S.C.I.P.L.I.N.E
What's Cooking?!
Peeps of the World...
Flat on the Mat
WMD
National Economy
A Doc(k) Tale
Then there was binary
Duck Out?!!!
Mundane March
EQA for Dummies
Mental Baba and VT2A375D
The Magic - it never stops
Clash of the Titans
Golgappa Wars
mental baba 12:19 AM |
Idylls of the Wannabe
This is poetry (call it rap, if you will) that would put the Vogons to shame. All of it is original except for the first - Frost's masterpiece - which I hold to be the greatest poem ever written in the English language. I apologize to the great man for the heretic juxtaposition.
Stopping by Woods, on a Snowy Evening
The Wall
Sachin's Ducks
India lose to the Aussies
Lok Sabha 2004
Prologue to the 2004 Indo-Pak Test Series
India wallops the Pakis
Sydney 2004
Switching into Devdas Mode
Lord of the Roads : Return of the King
Rock
Avada Kedavra
Lyrics to the Starry Canopy
Ode to Resurgence
The Magic Faraway Tree
To the Sacred Rinsing of Tonsils and the Holy Cleansing of the Gullet
Ode to a Lazy Lazy Dog
Once upon a Philosophical Liver
He who would be Jedi
Revenge of the Lazy Lazy Dog
Let
Of a Balding Head
A Dog's Tail
Riding in the Rain - I & II
Something for you
Fellowship of the Ring
To the Ethics Champion's Medal
Reflections of Passion
The Muse
Actaeon
Love
Stopping by Mount Road, on a Busy Evening
O Moon!
Deep Star
Riding in the Rain - III
Some F***ing Poetry, This
The Land
A Night to Remember
C'Mon
Reign, O Rain!
Ode to a chick walking her dog
Whispering Death
Summer
A Beautiful Mind
Stopping by Woods, on a Snowy Evening
The Wall
Sachin's Ducks
India lose to the Aussies
Lok Sabha 2004
Prologue to the 2004 Indo-Pak Test Series
India wallops the Pakis
Sydney 2004
Switching into Devdas Mode
Lord of the Roads : Return of the King
Rock
Avada Kedavra
Lyrics to the Starry Canopy
Ode to Resurgence
The Magic Faraway Tree
To the Sacred Rinsing of Tonsils and the Holy Cleansing of the Gullet
Ode to a Lazy Lazy Dog
Once upon a Philosophical Liver
He who would be Jedi
Revenge of the Lazy Lazy Dog
Let
Of a Balding Head
A Dog's Tail
Riding in the Rain - I & II
Something for you
Fellowship of the Ring
To the Ethics Champion's Medal
Reflections of Passion
The Muse
Actaeon
Love
Stopping by Mount Road, on a Busy Evening
O Moon!
Deep Star
Riding in the Rain - III
Some F***ing Poetry, This
The Land
A Night to Remember
C'Mon
Reign, O Rain!
Ode to a chick walking her dog
Whispering Death
Summer
A Beautiful Mind
mental baba 12:17 AM |
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
News
This is about, well, news.
Britney goes to Tirupati
The No.1 Team of the World - Take Three
The No.1 Team of the World - Reprise
The No.1 Team of the World
TKO
Nothing Noble about the Nobel
Obituary
The No.1 Director of the World
The No.1 Celebrity of the World
It's Wednesday and
Mamma Mia!
The Perfect Plan
P for Probability
You cannot be serious
About Billy
Holy moly!
French Open 2006
Britney goes to Tirupati
The No.1 Team of the World - Take Three
The No.1 Team of the World - Reprise
The No.1 Team of the World
TKO
Nothing Noble about the Nobel
Obituary
The No.1 Director of the World
The No.1 Celebrity of the World
It's Wednesday and
Mamma Mia!
The Perfect Plan
P for Probability
You cannot be serious
About Billy
Holy moly!
French Open 2006
India lose to the Aussies
November 16 is a day to be remembered,
When,by the Wall, were the Aussies dismembered.
We were all so full of glee,
Thought Tugga and Co. would tremble and flee.
"We are the best",proclaimed Dada with a shout,
I think he put his foot in the mouth.
When Dada counts his chickens before they hatch,
This is what happens in a non-contest of a match.
The last hope was the Wall,
And he fell to a gem of a ball.
Hurtful yet is Sachin's ungainly poke,
At a Brad Williams delivery hurtling down the slope.
At least some support he was expected to lend,
But it was a meek and sorry end.
The Aussies have shown us why they're the best,
They've won more than just one test.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
When,by the Wall, were the Aussies dismembered.
We were all so full of glee,
Thought Tugga and Co. would tremble and flee.
"We are the best",proclaimed Dada with a shout,
I think he put his foot in the mouth.
When Dada counts his chickens before they hatch,
This is what happens in a non-contest of a match.
The last hope was the Wall,
And he fell to a gem of a ball.
Hurtful yet is Sachin's ungainly poke,
At a Brad Williams delivery hurtling down the slope.
At least some support he was expected to lend,
But it was a meek and sorry end.
The Aussies have shown us why they're the best,
They've won more than just one test.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Monday, June 21, 2004
Sachin's Ducks
Gone are the days of thunder,
When Sachin did many a run plunder.
Watching him even the Don did wonder,
If the guy could ever make a blunder.
So used were we to his tearing bowlers asunder,
Thought he'd pummel the Aussies into meek surrender.
Now that he's Down Under,
On his back he's got a real big bunder.
But Doubting Thomases - here's a sounder,
Even greatness is permitted a flounder.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
When Sachin did many a run plunder.
Watching him even the Don did wonder,
If the guy could ever make a blunder.
So used were we to his tearing bowlers asunder,
Thought he'd pummel the Aussies into meek surrender.
Now that he's Down Under,
On his back he's got a real big bunder.
But Doubting Thomases - here's a sounder,
Even greatness is permitted a flounder.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
The Wall
When India sends out a distress call,
Who responds? It's the WALL.
When India reels under the onslaught of the bouncing ball,
Who responds? It's the WALL.
When the great Sachin takes a mighty fall,
Who responds? It's the WALL.
And who says that he does not enthrall,
I say he does - coz he's the WALL.
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Who responds? It's the WALL.
When India reels under the onslaught of the bouncing ball,
Who responds? It's the WALL.
When the great Sachin takes a mighty fall,
Who responds? It's the WALL.
And who says that he does not enthrall,
I say he does - coz he's the WALL.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Stopping by Woods, on a Snowy Evening
- Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Management Class : Idylls of the Wannabe