Circle

I asked God for solace and peace
That He patch the tear in my fabric.

That He give me love
And the sense to appreciate it.

That He give me sorrow
And the strength to overcome it.

That He give me wealth
And the ability to live without it.

God gave me a sign today
Sorry son, I have nothing for you.

A beggar pleaded with me yesterday
Sorry, I have nothing for you.

Drop out

Maybe you want others to suffer
Perhaps you like it
Taking solace in that you're not the only one

You like being a victim, don't you
An excuse for your malevolence

You're closest to the reflection in the wine
Coz it takes you away from yourself

What are you?
The distance between what you are and what you want to be

Get in the race, and you're a prisoner
Drop out, a bird

Howdy

It's been a real long time since I wrote anything but Technical Specs and Standard Operating Procedures, interspersed with stinkers to my bosses - which by the way are decreasing in length and growing in menace and purpose.

Had a wave of sudden realization some time ago. That work isn't everything; on the contrary it's nothing. Just a meaningless exercise we all go through because we want to be able to bite of more than we can chew - Chewtyas. All of us.

So what did I do about it? To be honest, nothing much. But I'm getting there.
And just when intent was precipitating into action, the organization goes on and makes it a 45 hour work week. Not that we've ever had a work week less than 45, but it's shitty all the same. So where does that leave me? Still coming home at 1 am, watching TV and munching on junk till 3, having a fag and hitting the sack just when the roosters begin their cockahoot. Well, all that's about to change (yea right) ; the freaking irony being that im typing these words at 2:24 AM on a Saturday night. A saturday which, by the way, I spent working.

Aah. (Nothing, just felt like sighing).

Anyone reading this post let me know if the OG is enough for the GMAT? How much time would it take someone who's not touched a text book in aeons to have the OG all done and dusted?

Little pleasures - Bunked office mid-evening for a couple and odd hours last week. Had a great time sipping cutting chai, smoking Classic Regs and playing cricket on the street with boys from the neighbouring chawl.

Want to watch good cinema? Catch Dev D
Want to catch better cinema? Catch Gulaal
Want to watch even better cinema? Go make it first.

Continuance

The human race. thankless. covetous.
Its desire for more
Fueling Godlessness
Abetting avarice.

An unholy struggle, waged against the self
A race against time
For strength. wealth. power.
An inevitable end; six feet under.

Did the elements ever desire more?
Did the earth ever want to flow?
The oceans fly?
The air rest?

Is nature doomed to permanence?
With morbid reflections of cruel existence?

Earth,
Cause of battle
And the ground for it
That for the many journeys undertaken on it
It's stillness stands preordained

Air,
Fated to invisibility.
An unseen orphan, longing to be held

Water,
Doomed to rain upon us
To be trapped within earth, to lose existence

Or is this continuance reward for natures self-denial?
And death, a result of desire?

3 am

Treasure hunt with kids less than half my age - Freedom
Panwala outside Fr. Agnels still recognising me after all these years - Happiness
A water-soaked evening with friends - Fun
Emosanal atyachaar from Dev.D - Awesome

Stretches at 3 am in the morning - Relief
Chat with an out-of-bounds friend - Sweet
Palestine-Israel conflict - Sad
Lust for wealth - Fruitless

Structures at Hiranandani - Heartless
Ambition - Fantasy; Reality - Death
Hansie Cronje - Fall Guy
Next poem - When?

Reality TV - Unreal
Life mein aaraam ho toh ideas aatey hain - Lux

Dinner

Yeeaaeaea!