Saturday, March 21, 2009

Verse of Poise

To extremes swings the pendulum

No rest , to and fro

The path untread lies ahead

but in the now , joy have I bred

Things unsaid indeed are heard ,

Never did I know that vibes felt

Of the Babel that piled effortless,

twas grace the architect subtle

Disappoint me oh loneliness ,

lest I feel stony

soak me my longing ,

aids me connect , your aroma

Manifest of the Apocalypse ( Short Story)


I am trying my hand at writing short stories . This is my first attempt , do leave comments and let me know what you feel .............

Being an IT professional and hence a sedentary worker, Angela could never sleep like a log. She was not an insomniac but of late her sleep used to break a bit in the wee hours of the morning and whenever that happened she made it a point to check the time on her cell phone. She would sleepily and silently rejoice if it was a long time before six a.m. i.e. the time she had to rise in the morning. After that, immediately she returned back to the world of her dreams. The kind of person she was, her dreams could never have been ordinary. All her life, she strived to be the best and more importantly, different from the rest.

Angela always felt that software engineers were workaholic donkeys. Her perpetual attempt was to segregate her so-called ‘personal’ life from her ‘professional’ life. She could hardly succeed but felt no harm in trying. 2nd March 2009 was yet another usual day at work. She went to bed at about mid night after a little pillow talk with her chatty roomy Danielle .As was the trend in her sleep pattern , that night or rather morning Angela found herself awake . Stretching from her bed she reached out to her cell phone. It was dark outside so she assumed that there was plenty of time before she would have to get out of bed .The time on the cell was a mild disappointment for her but more importantly it was a big surprise which shocked her out of her sleep.

Was she dreaming?.

Naah ! such weird dreams could never belong to her. She was highly realistic in life , detested Steven Spielberg , J K Rowling and Kafka for their outlandish works .Her world of dreams was exciting , wild and wonderful but never weird or outlandish. It was six in the morning and it was pitch dark outside. This time of the year she never expected it to be so dark at dawn, in fact , there was no dawn right now . Angie, as her friends would call her, cross checked the time on the wall clock. SIX ! . For a moment she thought of proceeding for her ablutions, get ready in her tights and start with her early morning power yoga routine. The suryanamaskars , yoga stretches , breathing and meditation improved her quality of life or so she believed. However, she was bothered by the pitch dark environment outside. Her mind could not really comprehend why the sun would snooze in excess. Her Corporate mind wished that the sun had an email where she could mail and at least get an out-of-office reply with an appropriate reason.

Suddenly, she realized that it was not her personal sun that she should be bothering about all this .Was everyone in the neighborhood asleep? She felt like waking up Danielle but feared making a fool of herself in case the sun rose.

Brilliant idea! She decided to switch on the TV and check the news. Of late she had stopped watching the news because it appeared to her more of a circus to increase TRPs by making news more appetizing which meant making Himesh and Rakhi Sawant the protagonists or clowns or outcasts , call it whatever you want . On NDTV there was ‘live’ displayed next to the channel logo. Angie was shocked to see famous news correspondent Rajdeep Faldesai fainting on national television. What on earth was happening? She shifted her eyes to the live news ticker that moved down the screen on that channel. It reported ‘Nuclear dust cloud covers sub-continent, causes unknown’. Angela could not believe her eyes, the sun being blocked by a cloud of nuclear dust? Nuclear dust was harmful but with the sun being screened away there was no chance of survival for any human being in this part of the planet. This would probably be the worst nuclear disaster after Hiroshima and Nagasaki . Nobody would survive. Manifest of the apocalypse. Can even God save us?

Angie suddenly woke up with a start, gasping for breath. For the first time , the sms tone on her cell sounded so loud. It was yet another sweet GOOD MORNING sms from her boyfriend Fred. She was thankful and at the same time relieved. Back to reality not a harsh one this time .. pleasant , indeed very pleasant!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Getting to know people

A few years ago I watched an episode of ‘Rendezvous with Simi Grewal’. For those uninitiated into the world of Indian cinema and TV ,Simi Grewal was an actress who had supposedly appeared nude in the famous movie ‘Mera Naam Joker’ .This episode had featured Leander Paes as the celebrity guest . The tennis ace had said that people matter a lot to him . Getting along with people , establishing good rapport and all other people related aspects have inspired many a author .

Indeed , relationships are very important in life. The chemistry between people is a complicated alchemy which everyone intends to know about but hardly any mere mortal gets a chance to do that. Its funny how people get along differently with different people. The Playful Mystic Shivo feels that past life karma and re-birth can explain a lot about this. I wonder how magnetism gets sparked between individuals. I am sure you must have noticed that some people you meet you can so easily get along and bond with whereas with some it takes time for the roots of friendship to grow deep . It is very strange.

This is the first time Im blogging from a laptop sitting on a mattress in my unfurnished rented apartment in Pune. I am using my roomie and friend Kaushik’s Compaq Presario . No wonder my Guru always says that in Kaliyuga ( the dark age according to ancient Indian scriptures and incidentally it’s this era which we live in.) even the common man enjoys better amenities and luxuries which were not available to kings of the ancient times . Maybe the good old days were not good enough compared to today. On the fly connectivity allows the blogger to blog from anywhere at anytime.

Cities are funny , especially the young crowd . With the advent of IT and BPO companies a lot of youths like me have migrated to cities to be employed . Away from home , the freedom that an independent life affords gives one a chance to live one’s life in a way that one feels is best. There is no perfect way to direct one’s life. Life is a blank canvas waiting for us to color and paint . There are no answers in life and ideally there should be no questions. Immersing oneself in creativity and beauty is bliss.

Tokens of care hidden in casual tones
Sent I through satellite pigeons
It is my luck
Such fortunes await me
Though I squat like a duck.

Hoping to post my next blog very soon ….. God Bless!