My Encounter

I thought about luck, until she met me,
Astonished I was, for she looked simply like me,
Smiled I at her and shook her hand
And then went our own separate ways

I crossed chance on my way
Unlike luck, she looked nothing like me,
Harsh she was and plainly dressed,
I shook my head and moved ahead,

Love walked along my path,
Stunned was I to view her sight
Luscious and pure, she was a goddess,
A plain ol’haggard like me drove her away.

I bumped into Lust at a crossroad
Striking and gay, he bonded with Temptation
Beckoned was I to that ethereal union,
I swallowed those moments and chose them away.

I fought with darkness, that mighty foe,
As he sat on Light, his might horse,
Thundered he, “We are two of one!!!”
I pleaded my innocence and turned away.

I met irony, mercy and contempt,
Each of them tried to stop my attempt,
Avoided one, tore apart another,
They weren’t enough to make me bother

I saw Indifference as stood casually,
All this time I waited for thee, said he
Smiled he with such effective control,
I moulded my will to suit his own.

Shaking his head he moved me away,
Go on your way, I don’t plan to lead you astray,
I shook my head and yet held his hand,
My confidence shattered, he got the hang.

I used him as a crutch, through thick and thin,
I refused to let go, I wanted to win,
I won the argument, lost the battle,
It was my indifference that burst the bubble.

Workoprofilic


its another normal day at work. I am quite done for the day at 3 in the afternoon and hence decided to blog. Today I decided to elaborate on my office colleagues. Some amount of gyaan to what happens in my entire day.

Anyhoo, I leave my place my 9 and reach Spenta (my current office) by 10.30 and then the say starts by answering mails. And then begins the daily grind of editing articles, writing some and editing more with occasional sutta breaks. Lunch happens at 2 followed by some more work interspersed by some surfing on Manga sites (thank god the IT dept. hasn't banned those) and then its time to leave. Hurray!!!!!

Now some gyaan on my office colleagues.

Talker- Very talkative but also gives good gyaan when in need. Helps when required and in short timpass. Reminds me of college guys Doesn't like jokes cracked on her though.
Smoke buddy- Not very talkative, smoking partner, travel freak, helpful, but very closed up.

Girl 3 - Extremely girly voice (not the kind that grates on your ear though) fun to work with, keeps an arms distance.

(in fact the 3 of them are a group and keep an arm's distance from everyone. We have regular bitching sessions with our cuppa of coffee in the evening along with a sutta. This is how I come to know about all the office politics considering I am new and do not speak much to people. [shy me :P])

Designer 1- Sits behind me. Extremely busy (gives me quite a complex. umm nothing more to say except I Don't interact with her all that much. (though I have heard people speaking about her when she isn't around)

Cranky- American accent. (sheesh someone tell her its not cool to use that accent everywhere) pretty ok writer, I have to edit most of her articles like a 100 times before they are ok to be sent to the client. However still have to use her as it saves the Company some money). Whines a lot. I did the mistake of listening to her once. bug big mistake, now she takes me as someone on who's shoulder she can cry on. sigh!!!

Harem

This is typical category which I learnt during one of the group meetings in the evenings. According to the group they are presided over by a mother.

Mother- extremely sweet. In fact saccharine sweet after a point. but gives work and expects it on time. Pretty good to work with. Liked by most people around here.

Daughter 1- Pretty ok. Haven't interacted more than a lot with her. But from the looks of it, is very close to mother and aloof/diplomatic with the rest.

Daughter 2- Very fragile to look at. but I feel that she is really nice and NOT part of the Harem. Though she always stays with them and is part of the Harem. I get along well with her.

Eyecatcher- Most guys in my class would fall in love with her. In the beginning I was under the opinion that she was beauty without brains, however I think I am wrong on that account. I dunno if she is part of the Harem. But somehow I do not want to work with her. Don't get good vibes. (Has a very irritating laugh)

Hyperactive- She is the most hyperactive females around here. My God! she has energy and a little too much of it. Sometimes gets on my nerves. Someone please tell her that she shouldn't be stuck to her phone all the time. But on the other hand, she gave me my first work here at the company. So in general I Do NOT have any problem with her.

The Goan- It was thanks to her that I got this job. She is not liked much by the group. IN fact they almost hate her and are extremely verbal about it. I haven;t worked with her to know her very well.

The chameleon- She changes her stand every time. I work with her and hence I know...ARGH!!! most annoying. Though she is nice and sweet and all those qualities which are present in most people around here, I have started disliking her little by little) One comment- she is efficient with her work.

Lady Boss- She is the BOSS when it comes to the work I am doing. umm...She is smart and knows when to speak what but somewhere I do not trust her. Though she has been helpful, my instincts are against trusting her. And I do not want to cross her at least not until I have figured her out.

Well I still don't speak much to the rest. Once I do I shall update the list and if I form opinions other than what I have mentioned. Also I guess I need to mix around more with these people else I won't have many people to speak to after college ends.

An unfinished thought

That longish silence hovers
Do you feel it?
Scribbling on your skin,
Making you itch with uneasiness

That queasy undigested thought,
Gives you an upset mindset
That unfinished idea, munches on
Awake or asleep, it refuses to let go

Burp all you want,
Paint your vomit on that paper,
It is a never-ending process,
The chewing, burping and vomiting.

Finish me, cut me out, kill me, it thunders
And all you do is follow orders,
Inside your head and outside,
Like a satiated child it falls asleep.

Only to be followed by another

Last Moments


Loads of things have happened....but one of the first thibngs i remind myself is that I need to be more consistent with blogging. So now coming back, so many things have happened in the last couple of months. There was my work at FPJ (Free Press Journal) then Visions... It was my last festival. As much I thought i won't miss SIES, I realize today that I will. I am quite near graduating from college. It's a scary thought. It's more like I was enjoying a roller coaster ride for three years and now suddenly the guy who manages the ride is asking me to get off and pay for it...(strange, coz i thought I had already paid up Advance) I got a new job (with higher pay). Its nice place to work at. The editorial is mostly filled with girls, so as my friends said there is obviously going to be loads of bitching. But apart from that, I get to write. Now that's more important, considering that I haven't written enough to polish those skills. There are however this group of 3 girls who interest me a lot. They remind me of my college gang. The same attitude, it helps me forget that I am missing out on the last days of college. Sigh i really am missing out on the last days.


While there are people who are hanging out and having loads of fun, I have to go somewhere else. You know I have been in a dilemma ever since I started my work. Its just that, I am missing all of it. I am missing out on the last days of my freedom, to be with people I may never see or speak to again. Or even if I do speak, it won't be the same free-speech....But I can't leave my job right now either. You see in times of recession I finally have a job. A job which allows me to travel and if I push myself in the right direction, a job which I can enjoy. No, I didn't get into this field to do this, but yes it is a very different experience. I just hope I don't get bored and chuck it away.

A Tale

We script a tale
Oh! so beautiful a tale
With roses and orchids
velvet,satin and silk spreads
We script a tale

We sing a song
Oh! so lovely a tune
It makes the heart smile
Renders the soul speechless
We sing a song

We write a book
Oh! how eloquent it sounds
Enthralls the world
held by hook, refuses to let go
We write a book

We commit robbery
Ah! the clever strategy
It almost brings a tear to the eye
leaving behind misery and gossip
we commit a robbery

We execute a murder
Ah! look at the symmetry
the blood flow,akin to lust
for a gnaw on a rotten paralytic stump
We execute a murder

We script a tale
We sing a song
We write a book
We commit robbery
We execute a murder

Oh! dear, didn't we
introduce ourselves?

Fear not, you are the next.....

Ouch
Sigh
Stop
Take a deep breath
its just another day

Wait
Stop
Look
You are late again
its just another day

Hear
See
feel
Is it noon already?
its just another day

dont talk
dont look
dont act
Its her again
and you are invisible

sigh
Its just another day

pack up
leave
forget
today never happened
its just another day

Ouch
Sigh
Stop
Take a deep breath
its just another night...

Mine.

i sit reading blogs and notes,
gasping and lynching with admiration
all the time wondering
what happened to me?

They tell me my page is redundant
my creativity is limited
I turn to answer them and meet nobody
what happened to me?

Lost in a crowd i try to pen a few lines
hopeless thoughts rushing around in mindless swirl
no one is looking, i steal ideas, i am creative
what happened to me?

I am creative, i do not write much,
i think, smug in this thought i move
till i see a kid with books penning some verse\
i wait and watch, i see something i like, i forge myself
I am creative

I turn on the computer, switch on music
wait, where is my music?
he heard this, i heard this on her phone, I might have heard this on VH1
i heard and i answered my duty, i was loyal
i flicked it, i am creative

I see a movie, a run of the mill to me it seems,
after all whats the difference between a godard, tarkovsky or kubeck
they all made great movies, all i need is to is voice my first thought
then they will know that i am an original,
I am creative

I sit back read this poem with flourish
i have written it, the words are mine,
the context is mine,
the thought is......
(i check behind me)
Mine.....