I say I'm your guardian angel
and I shall protect you..
I say I shall be there for you..
so slowly you rely on me..
I say I love you for ever so..
slowly you look up to me....
I say...
I shall never let you down....
so that you can always wait for me....
but all I want.....is to clip your wings...
to clip your dreams..so that
When your inhibitions are Shed
and you are weak...
In this weakness on me alone you shall rely...
no I do not want you to fly..
just to be an extension of My whims..
and extension of Me
My Reflective Personality
May, 02,2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Pensive
I am pensive
not so blase....
the red ink has been spilled
on the crisp white paper...
and I do not want to clean it....
let the red take its course...
deep...lines running across
...falling short of movement...
is it blood!!!
I think for a fraction...
what wonders can red lines do..
keep you living...
ticking ...thinking.
...stagnating
...
05TH MAY , 2010
not so blase....
the red ink has been spilled
on the crisp white paper...
and I do not want to clean it....
let the red take its course...
deep...lines running across
...falling short of movement...
is it blood!!!
I think for a fraction...
what wonders can red lines do..
keep you living...
ticking ...thinking.
...stagnating
...
05TH MAY , 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
night-hour rushed in
when sleep eludes and clutters clear...all I have is the ink to smear....
Its been almost a week and I see night has been playing a role reversal for me...my night is turning into my day...the hour passing by with the silent ticking of the clock...during the day I don't even notice that the clock makes a ticking sound...or that the fan makes its own noise of cutting the air quick and random...even the curtain flapping becomes so prominent..the pillow falling off with a thud...nights were meant to mean the end of a days tiring and toiling...nights were meant to be calm dark and silent.. work..all rest...
The techie age has changed it all for us weirdly ...when sleep eludes mobile phones come so handy..and you can tune in to your favourite FM station and listen to all the songs being played at behest...or else you can listen to your own playlist in your phone...sometimes you wonder..they don't make music like before...where words had a soulful meaning to them....
anyway..as I blinked away into the blank..bland dark of my ceiling...my earphones plugged to my ears and my phones clutched in my hand...my thoughts weirdly drifted to the guys who spend their days sleeping and nights sleeping answering phone call of customers in the 'Wild west'...
Somehow it was Vroom's frustration....or Bhagat's own at the B.P.O despair..that Bhagat created Vroom to voice his own . Here is what Vroom said...
"I am angry because everyday, I see some of the world's strongest and smartest people in my country. I see all this potential, yet it is all getting wasted. An entire generation up all night, providing crutches to....run their lives. And then big companies come and convince us with their advertising to value crap we don't need, do jobs we hate so that we can buy stuff.....They call it youth culture,,,,Is this what they think youth is about? Two generations ago, the youth got this country free. ..that was something meaningful....We have been reduced to a high spending demographic. The only youth power they care about is our spending power...Meanwhile bad bosses . ....suck the life blood out of our country's most productive generations." Mr. Bhagat..you'r one of my favourite writers and after your book...my thoughts had words..!!
I dont blame my loss of sleep to the Call-centre disorder...yet after having written this I feel better...
Cheers to all my friends who spend nights working and days sleeping..welcome to the world of hormonal dysfunction. I bet you people aren't even aware of that...!!
I can now sleep peacefully...a weeks sleepless night always thinking of friends who worked and live to appease...Cheers to your labour..
anyway..as I blinked away into the blank..bland dark of my ceiling...my earphones plugged to my ears and my phones clutched in my hand...my thoughts weirdly drifted to the guys who spend their days sleeping and nights sleeping answering phone call of customers in the 'Wild west'...
Somehow it was Vroom's frustration....or Bhagat's own at the B.P.O despair..that Bhagat created Vroom to voice his own . Here is what Vroom said...
"I am angry because everyday, I see some of the world's strongest and smartest people in my country. I see all this potential, yet it is all getting wasted. An entire generation up all night, providing crutches to....run their lives. And then big companies come and convince us with their advertising to value crap we don't need, do jobs we hate so that we can buy stuff.....They call it youth culture,,,,Is this what they think youth is about? Two generations ago, the youth got this country free. ..that was something meaningful....We have been reduced to a high spending demographic. The only youth power they care about is our spending power...Meanwhile bad bosses . ....suck the life blood out of our country's most productive generations." Mr. Bhagat..you'r one of my favourite writers and after your book...my thoughts had words..!!
I dont blame my loss of sleep to the Call-centre disorder...yet after having written this I feel better...
Cheers to all my friends who spend nights working and days sleeping..welcome to the world of hormonal dysfunction. I bet you people aren't even aware of that...!!
I can now sleep peacefully...a weeks sleepless night always thinking of friends who worked and live to appease...Cheers to your labour..
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