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Showing posts with label voices in my head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label voices in my head. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2009

26. Shrinkage

Recession is brilliant if u ask me. I am basking in its glory already.



But any income is better than no income,you would say. Screw you!

Here is a few arbit stuff I could think of:

1. Recession is a time when you get to(replace with "forced to" if needed) look back at your long-gone school acads. There is depressed pay all around. Nothing better than getting back to school and investing the little of it left in education.

2. Vocational jobs. Could be anything. Look at what you are good at.

3. It is also a time when you can foster your childhood fetishes of dropping a silvery metal or two(if you can manage) into your piggy bank.

4. It is time to appreciate the other "finer"... I repeat.. other FINER things in life.... It was "laziness" for me. High time you discover yours. Few things come along just by mere virtue of serendipity.

5. Decide and pen down your list of what to buy once recession ends. :D

6. Get married. No money, no question of dowry, no hullabaloo of a grand marriage. Less people (due to train and flight fares of course), to cater to.

7. Get into cooking mode. Hobby or not, it would help save restaurant bills.

Ok, I can come up with more convincing crap. Just buy me some more time.


Saturday, May 23, 2009

25. Spilt milk & a torn heart

I am no good at penning down condolences.

My tears cannot bring back your life and gladden a parent's drained heart.

Magnitude of error is so artistically deceptive sometimes.

http://in.news.yahoo.com/48/20090522/804/tnl-five-infosys-careers-killed-at-birth.html


My mental picture is so dark with your face all over, that I feel worthless.

You really were God's favorite child. Indeed!

This is just to tell you how deeply you are missed.

Somehow, I couldn't stop myself from writing these down here.

Is it possible to imagine anything so ridiculous
as this miserable and wretched creature,
which is not so much as master of himself,
exposed and subject to offenses of all things;
and yet dareth call himself master and emperor of this universe
in whose power it is not to know the least part of it,
much less to command the same?
And the privilege, which he so fondly challengeth,
to be the only absolute creature in this huge world’s frame
perfectly able to know the absolute beauty and several parts thereof,
and that he is only of power to yield the great Architect thereof due thanks for it, and keep account both of the receipts and layings-out of the world!
Who hath sealed him this patent?
Let him show us his letters of privilege for so noble and so great a charge.


Michael de Montaigne, An Apology of Raymond Sebond, 1568

Ankita, Rachit : May your soul RIP
Ankur, Pramod, Megha, Loukik, Shaurya, and all the others who are battling trauma.. We are all praying for you.... Come back home, Godspeed!

Maybe this post belonged in my little pink diary, but it made more sense to pour out the heart at this juncture.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

23. Random thoughts

Have you ever felt this way that you are clinging on to something which you know is not right for you....
You know it won't do you any good in the long run...
But you end up doing nothing about it...
There is an inner conflict between the heart and the brain...
Is this the time to break things apart?
A paradox that will rip out lives ..
Why would you not listen to the countless voices of the universe?

Monday, September 29, 2008

1. A modest beginning..

Lewis Carroll said, “If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”

I just want to stay alert and start running when the sun comes up. And this aptly describes the state of my mind now.
This blog is purely intended to be an undiluted expression of my thoughts.... And maybe "undiluted" may well be taken to be an understatement..

Since I am not very good at speaking my emotions out, you might find a lot of other people's words(in the form of quotes) used here. And that as well speaks about my creative writing prowess.. or probably the lack of it. Whichever way, for the sake of intellectual integrity, I shall not fail to cite the source.