where is the color?
coming in later or sooner?
in the festival cheer,
is there room for fear?
let there be no mind,
washed to be color blind.
let it last the year,
each one is someone's dear.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
wishful thinking
where is the color?
coming in later or sooner?
in the festival cheer,
is there room for fear?
let there be no mind,
washed to be color blind.
let it last the year,
each one is someone's dear.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
yet another world...
oh that code's not running,
that report data is not correct,
what about the status report...
Thats how my head sounds for most parts of the day!
and as I sipped my tea right now, flipping to the Times of India, I read the last editorial for today. How much have I ever thought of the people in the newsrooms!(the TV almost being absent from my life, I don't even see any reporters) And am surprised at how hard it hit me when that writer there solemnly declared...
"They say the best and worst thing about a newsroom is that nothing and nobody matters more than tomorrow’s edition."
yet another world...SO different from mine
that report data is not correct,
what about the status report...
Thats how my head sounds for most parts of the day!
and as I sipped my tea right now, flipping to the Times of India, I read the last editorial for today. How much have I ever thought of the people in the newsrooms!(the TV almost being absent from my life, I don't even see any reporters) And am surprised at how hard it hit me when that writer there solemnly declared...
"They say the best and worst thing about a newsroom is that nothing and nobody matters more than tomorrow’s edition."
yet another world...SO different from mine
Monday, December 15, 2008
The End
well...even as this rather BORING weekend comes to an end, I so don't wanna let go of it. I seem to want a little more time, to want to continue doing all the boring things just a little more.
and just like after every single weekend I'm so not prepared to get up and go to work. So much so that I'm sitting here writing this crib talk instead of just falling asleep and making my monday morning a little simpler that whats it going to be.
Well the last sentence seems to give me reason enough to stop typing NOW, but then what the hell! I don't wanna leggo!!!!!!!
whoaaaaaaaa!
well... g'nite!
and just like after every single weekend I'm so not prepared to get up and go to work. So much so that I'm sitting here writing this crib talk instead of just falling asleep and making my monday morning a little simpler that whats it going to be.
Well the last sentence seems to give me reason enough to stop typing NOW, but then what the hell! I don't wanna leggo!!!!!!!
whoaaaaaaaa!
well... g'nite!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
quantum of solace...
Its so strange how we find solace in other people's discomfort.
most of us have got this forward where they tell you not to feel bad about things, they say think of the boy in Africa who's not eaten for 2 days when you crib about the food you're eating, or think of the poor family living on the roadside when you crib about small house or those 10000 other things they compare your situation with, to convince you that you're living in paradise.
When we think that way we how much time do we end up thinking of the discomfort of the person we're comparing ours with? It just that moment when we end up feeling better and move on.
Its sad how someone else's discomfort is needed to make us feel comfortable. "Well we're not so bad after all."
I don't mean to sound mean, but why should we compare yourselves with someone who's not had the opportunity, the upbringing and facilities we have! Its just not a level ground of comparison!
Their pain should be the reason to move us in ways other this! It should not be used to be present in our mind for only that transitionary moment, it'd rather not be there at all.
most of us have got this forward where they tell you not to feel bad about things, they say think of the boy in Africa who's not eaten for 2 days when you crib about the food you're eating, or think of the poor family living on the roadside when you crib about small house or those 10000 other things they compare your situation with, to convince you that you're living in paradise.
When we think that way we how much time do we end up thinking of the discomfort of the person we're comparing ours with? It just that moment when we end up feeling better and move on.
Its sad how someone else's discomfort is needed to make us feel comfortable. "Well we're not so bad after all."
I don't mean to sound mean, but why should we compare yourselves with someone who's not had the opportunity, the upbringing and facilities we have! Its just not a level ground of comparison!
Their pain should be the reason to move us in ways other this! It should not be used to be present in our mind for only that transitionary moment, it'd rather not be there at all.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
to the smiling lady on the tube
So when you just stepped into the same compartment of the train as me, I thought you were quite as glad as me to see the train relatively empty.
But you continued to smile to the second minute of you being on the train, I thought you were smiling at yourself, thinking the train to be a roller coaster and balancing a straight stand was a trick you were trying to master.
But two stops down and the grin seemed to stay on...
And was there all the way to the 5th stop when I was to get off...
All through I tried to distract myself from the constant noise of the underground, imagining why you were smiling.
Maybe a salary hike, or a new job in the midst of recession, or your favourite icecream waiting for you in the fridge, or a party or a new dress you'd just bought or a complement from a stranger or a 'we're proud of you' from mom & dad or a the best kiss you remember or the jokes that your team at work was cracking or the beautiful solution to a problem at work or just a pretty bunch of flowers...
I dont even remember what all I thought of.
Maybe you just had a smiling face or maybe it was just love.
Makes me think yet again how often do I do this and and how many people on the tube are guessing "what-the-hell-is-she-smiling about!?!".
But all in all I think you should just continue to smile, cause in this season of bad news, we'd all like to atleast feel that the world's not so glum after all.
But you continued to smile to the second minute of you being on the train, I thought you were smiling at yourself, thinking the train to be a roller coaster and balancing a straight stand was a trick you were trying to master.
But two stops down and the grin seemed to stay on...
And was there all the way to the 5th stop when I was to get off...
All through I tried to distract myself from the constant noise of the underground, imagining why you were smiling.
Maybe a salary hike, or a new job in the midst of recession, or your favourite icecream waiting for you in the fridge, or a party or a new dress you'd just bought or a complement from a stranger or a 'we're proud of you' from mom & dad or a the best kiss you remember or the jokes that your team at work was cracking or the beautiful solution to a problem at work or just a pretty bunch of flowers...
I dont even remember what all I thought of.
Maybe you just had a smiling face or maybe it was just love.
Makes me think yet again how often do I do this and and how many people on the tube are guessing "what-the-hell-is-she-smiling about!?!".
But all in all I think you should just continue to smile, cause in this season of bad news, we'd all like to atleast feel that the world's not so glum after all.
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