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Two eyes popped open under a tuft of black hair that carried the smell of some unfamiliar baby shampoo. They had a look that would put a seasoned gambler to shame had the reels in the slot machine come to a jarring halt wiping him of his fortune like how a dab of cold cream could disappear on the skin on cold winter mornings. On one such winter morning, through the slit in the wooden window fixed in an unclothed window frame, a ray of the morning sun arrived into the tiny room bouncing off a million dust particles that floated in the air like figments of imagination that were sometimes conceived in the otherwise dormant brain of the waif. He lay there warming himself in the little comfort that the streak of sunlight offered him. His eyes were transfixed to the dark damp ceiling of the cubicle and thoughts ran in his mind, the speed of those bicycles that had chased him the previous night. Bicycles that carried plump uncouth men in tattered clothes and bunch of steel chains around their sweaty necks that jangled as they rode on the freshly tarred road. He turned around to one side and looked at the blue polythene, the size of a beanbag, stuffed with knickknacks that carried labels of “Made in China”. A new day at work was about to commence for a little life “Made in India.”
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How are some songs so perfectly written? How can every word in the song convey a thousand emotions that are seldom easy to put across? How can the music weave those words so magically that you can almost feel your heart stir when you listen to it? Why does it remind you of someone, some place or some fleeting moment in time that you wanted to capture and hold on to? How does it, with such brilliant ease, transcend you to a place you heart lost its way in search of? The language of music is universal and some songs just tell you why. The power of words is phenomenal and some lyrics just reinstate that belief. There are songs you never want to stop listening to and you put them in the replay mode because you just don’t seem to get enough of them. It paints a picture so vivid and blissful like the stuff of dreams that you refuse to accept that life would be any beautiful if you ceased to listen to it. Little do we realize that life itself is a song, and we all have our lines to sing…
08:29 -
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There's a silent surrender to the drudgery of life. The dreams you once had are now packed and sealed...never to be opened in the portals of your "hallowed" workplace. You see your worst fears coming true day after day. A realization grows on you every single moment you spend at your desk. You are about to submit your desires, your interests and your love for an umpteen number of things just because waking up every morning, stepping into your leather shoes and following the daily routine of attending work is what evokes a mild sense of respect about being employed. It guarantees a paycheck every month to give you a false assurance about your present and about your future that's as hazy as your expectations at work. You retire your day as a tired, tortured, timid individual who has been enslaved by the corporate lifestyle leaving little or no time for yourself or to realize your dreams long cherished. At different points in the day in different ways for different reasons you wish you were doing something 'different'.
You didn't spend all those years in college getting inspired by success stories to assume a meaningless existence. You didn't yearn to grow up only to slaughter your notions of freedom and individuality at the altar of financial security and social acceptance. How many times have you used the word 'hate' before you began work? How many times have you woken up in the morning with nothing to look forward to before you began work? How many times have you wanted to break free? You have survived the toughest of all rules, the stringent of all laws, justified the hardest of all restrictions imposed. But today, your mind is not ready for this. A mind that was built to be creative feels straitjacketed at a place that has little to offer in terms of creativity. It feels sapped due to lack of an intellectually simulating environment. It needs a place to breathe and feel alive again.
To be stuck in the wrong job is a slap on the face of a well qualified individual. A tighter one on that of an MBA. Now how many of those lakhs of MBA aspirants really hit the nail on the head? As a proud holder of a management degree, you realize you are not just fortunate but also worthy... a lot more than the present situation forces you to believe. You cannot forfeit your dreams and aspirations thinking the world is too small a place and it will arrange your tryst with opportunities. You need to breed them. The least a good educational degree offers you is the power to think beyond the limits of the obvious. The one thing it never teaches you is to be brave. It never teaches you to take a detour in your career to follow what you know you are naturally good at. Instead it nestles you under the comfortable blanket of all your educational degrees and certificates, and ushers you on a path that has been tried and tested by the educated and qualified strata of the society. The question is how far will this path take you? Sooner or later any sane person who has not sold his dreams during his ascent on the corporate ladder will be left with an emptiness inside of him. An emptiness that will bite him hard as he stands on one of the rungs of the same ladder, more often than not not the highest one, as his looks back and counts the years that he has lost after having renounced his dreams to conventional wisdom.
Sometimes workplaces demand a certain level of dumbness. While this doesn't come naturally in the first instance, you get accustomed to doing things the dumb way, and over time is seeps into your blood and then you become comfortably dumb in your own frame. This transition from being someone who questions dumb behaviour to someone who sets higher standards of dumb behaviour sometimes goes unnoticed by the eyes of the 'achiever'. This achiever is too far engaged in a chase for the higher and the fatter to realize the sudden increase in his DQ or Dumbness Quotient.
Remember it's never too late to start and it's never to early to give up on things that don't matter. Remember that every person you know has the same fears as you do, and that they don't turn true so easily if you only try not to let them turn true. Remember that faith can keep you alive but hardwork can give you a second life. Remember that you might have the worst job in the world but you might be the lucky chap to have the best person in your arms. Remember that person is here to stay with you forever, through good jobs, bad jobs and no job. Remember to appreciate the finer things in life when you suddenly feel crushed under hammering thoughts. Remember life isn't that bad afterall. Remember that as much as you would like to curse your luck and blame your destiny, there are better explanations of why something went wrong. Take life the way it comes, one step at a time and live each moment - good or bad - to the fullest. Such moments build memories, create experiences, shape your life in a countless different ways and paint it in a thousand myriad shades lending it a brilliant uniqueness. A uniquness that's you!
Life is perfect, only when you think it is or when you don't think at all.
08:24 -
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Someone pointed out the other day that my poems are too 'deep' to comprehend or relate to. So this is an attempt at dispensing some shallow thoughts. Please be warned that the depth of these shallow thoughts is no deeper than that of a water droplet that lies undried in your bath tub when you return home in the evening. Return from where? Duh. Just anywhere! So the logical conclusion that follows is that I am like a water droplet. Tiny.
And how does it feel to be tiny? Like crap! Tiny crap. I know it from recollections of past when I felt tiny while enjoying rides on dinosaur backs. Those were the days! Oh yes, if the question is troubling you and since this piece is only a monologue you have no other choice but to just listen, without any possibility whatsoever of asking a question. So let me, by the extreme kindness that has been granted by Him, comply to your desires of knowing the unknown. Yes. I was friends with dinosaurs. Yes. They offered my free piggyback rides. Free. Such a boil on the foot feeling in this age of rising auto fares. Dino rides would have been so much fun, but for the parking constraints and the congestion on the roads. Personally, I consider them an intellectual bunch of creatures. I think they deserve a better taxonomical reference than just 'creatures'. But for now let's keep the emotions out and focus on 'shallow thoughts'. So these creatures as I said were an intellectual bunch who left earth for the tiny specs to evolve and become 'spec'tacular with shiny cars, fast bikes, flashy clothes and junk food! Junk food that makes us believe that dinos have reincarnated at the Mc Donald's, the Dominos and elsewhere on street corners. Seems like they have reappeared after being minced into fragments that plod around these places with mouths full of high calorie food. They no longer feel tiny. They feel huge. Like a million tiny pieces glued together. So the logical conclusion that follows is that if it feels like crap to be tiny then to be an amalmagation of tiny pieces should feel like a bigger chunk of crap. Crappier!
Do you make resolutions? Sorry, do you keep resolutions? Have you ever made a resolution to not feel crappier. I just made one before biting into my Big Mc that made me SO MUCH happier. So the line between crappier and happier is so fine that is invisible to the naked eye and definitely not to the stomach and its ever increasing appetite. The mouth always conforms to the abdominal desires and not to the signals of the brain. The brain is left with trapped signals and needs a deperate release. The release is through 'shallow thoughts'. Long live the hunger pangs, longer the reponses to them and much longer the tiny brain capable of dispensing shallow thoughts.
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