Early to work
12:57 - Posted by Shilpa K - 1 comments
There’s something uniquely special about being one of the firsts to arrive at work in the morning. It’s amazing how the same place you left last night cursing it for the amount of pandemonium that dwells within every inch - in and across – the its tiny cubicles transforms into a peaceful space sans any signs of upheaval. It looks like a battleground after the war has ended. The temperature is low enough to make you shiver a little bit. The array of lights makes a vague pattern on the ceiling. The printers buzz as they warm up for the day. The faces of the early birds, spookily lit by the incandescent glow of their screens, are occasionally visible behind the stunted walls of their cubicles. While the faces remain unperturbed their fingers hit the keys on the keyboard almost at the rate of the spoken word. A symphony of mouse clicks and key strokes fills up the air. The chairs that otherwise have heavy bottoms glued to them are plump with air breathed in after a few relieved Pascals. The quiescent telephones and the soft murmur of early personal calls on cell phones paint an atypical picture in the room. The world hasn’t woken up from its slumber as yet. The number of unread mail for the day confirms the hypothesis. It’s tough placing a finger on what makes these wee hours of the 12 hour work clock so blissful? Is it that one needs just a few minutes by herself to appreciate the beauty in little things or is it that sometimes you find joy in the most unexpected things that fall out of the routine?


Lived a life
22:56 - Posted by Shilpa K - 0 comments

Lit a fire with my thoughts

Burnt a hole in my heart

Shaped a destiny with believes

Crossed an angel on my path

Wished a dream on a star

Washed my sins on the road

Bled tears from old scars

Broke promises that were made

Stole a kiss from the girl

Laid a soul to its rest

Stitched a smile on a face

Etched a name in the oak

Sang a song for the poor

Danced a dance for the rich

Prayed a prayer for the helpless

Wept a tear for the rest

Fought for a cause

Lived for a reason

Blamed the world

Changed the lanes

Sailed the oceans

Danced on the waves

Wrote a book

Read a face

Risked a life

And lived the best



Why...
22:04 - Posted by Shilpa K - 3 comments

· Why does life suddenly seem ripped of a goal when only a few years back even submitting an assignment on time added vigor to it?

· Why does junk food suddenly seem unhealthy when until a few years back it didn’t evoke the slightest concerns about calories?

· Why is it so long since I last had a chat with my best buddy when until a few years back we had all the time in the world to text each other a senseless joke?

· Why is it so difficult to spend time doing things I love when only a few years back I had juggled everything on the agenda to cram in some time to go dance?

· Why has music disappeared from my everyday living when until a few years back listening to songs on Love Guru was the most relaxing thing in bed?

· Why has TV lost its charm when only a few years back surfing aimlessly like a couch potato was my idea of relaxation?

· Why has my wardrobe changed from reds and pinks to plain pastels and stripes?

· Why are there more black shoe liners than white sports socks with a familiar check mark on it?

· Why have they replaced funky plastic click pens with heavy metal ones to make notes in branded notepads and leather-covered diaries or is it just me?

· Why have days become longer than nights and weekends truncated to just a Sunday?

· Why does the past seem more blissful when until now the present was all that mattered?

· Why does education and all the degrees suddenly seem to have gone waste when only a few years back you prayed to get into the best schools and etch a fantastic career path?

· Why do songs remind me of people and places when until now all knew was to sway to the the music?

…maybe life has suddenly become real after waking up from a dream!