Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Cloudy ...



Working back in India, with British counterparts, divided by a underwater telephone cable, we always used to wonder (...n also had our hearty share of laughter over bhnaare chaa) on how obsessed our brothers were about weather... Now, after having stayed in queen's land, I also have developed an inclination towards the same. Am a keen observer of weather changes and the associated mood swings it infuses into people around me (count me in too).....



So, is cloudy today .. partly, which makes my eyes float around, out of the window towards the hazy canvas. Notwithstanding, the annoying gazes of my fellow associates, I shun work and start concocting some crap. Life, needs change like this. An inner revolution. When all that matters to you is your own sweet self. Selfish ? ... yes, perhaps. But, that's how you can keep the other selfish morons around you at bay.... am learning......is a learning phase. learning to love myself...

Friday, August 05, 2005

Smoke filled room

Chokes you ? Not me..

I see the smoke disappear in the filtered sunrays of this pensive dusk.

I think of the new paintings they have put up outside the meeting rooms at office. Upstairs. The paintings inspired by the starry night.



I wonder why. They feel so out of place there. Hanging in their lumped loneliness, clinging to each other, staring at you .... do they inspire ? are they there to inspire. I pity the artist who must have painstakingly put his energy, pouring his heart into it, with this result.



Does result count then ? Yes, it does. In fact, our age has grown up to be result oriented to an extent that the means of getting there do not really matter. Then where do we place these, tiny bit of floating dreams, scattered around. Dreams, that you can chase your life through, without even one being realized ? ...... Reminds me of 'the famished road' by ben okri -- 'dream can be the highest point of a life'. It appeared to be the truth to a bleary-eyed teenager back in india, some seven years back. The same chap now dwells on the tough turf where decisions are imposed on him, in the meeting rooms, just by those paintings. Yet another loss to humanity ? Nobody gives a two penny damned. Nor do I.