Inspired......

Today, I started off in the lousy way that has been usual for me of late. At 2:30 I headed for the LAN (that’s what we call our FPM workstation). Completed some regular chores and headed back toward the Wing 11 Committee Room, where Solo’s Thesis Seminar was to be. Solo is a very sincere n down-2-earth doctoral participant here, working under one of my guides.

I sat there, yeah I knew he was sincere n everything, but didn’t hope to get this inspired by the end of the SHOW. He did an excellent job; had answers to everything, even the small little technical untenables had been backed up so well, or at least acknowledged! He sure has worked hard n sincerely so; and it came out all through the talk.

I wish I can work with such immense sincerity. Great patience and modesty goes behind this kind of output. Hats off Solo! Wish you all the best in life :-)

My current Roznamcha......

.....has been reduced to scheduling, n rescheduling….'coz I’ve been erring a lot lately in keeping up with my schedules. Blame it on……
yeah…..me :-\
I’m pathetically lethargic these days;
I don’t want to work….but I’m dead serious about sticking to the deadlines.
I have to…Really!

My days have been reduced to tea, F.R.I.E.N.D.S., a little bit of leafing through the planned work, some more tea, some more F.R.I.E.N.D.S., n gallons of guilty consciousness.

Helpppppp!

Celebrating Independence......

I am Independent enough!
Going by the eidos of our community, I am independent enough:
I expect much, I give some, I get quite a handful, a mouthful, and a soulful;
I am quenched enough!
As goes one of those million pep-sayings, "Reach for the skies! If you happen to miss, you'll still be among the stars";
I kinda stick at least to the 1st 1/3rd of it :-)
So, who gives a damn about the beau monde; whatever keeps my adrenaline kicking, my pulse ticking, & me - significant enough!

Happy Independence Day!

There's no looking back

Who am I, where am I headed?
When I cry, I melt less and freeze more;
I freeze so strong, I'm almost virile.
My mind's a one-way traffic lane now -
There's no looking back;
There can't be any.
I look ahead.
I can see my guiding light again;
The divine glow that has steered me thus far.
I'm happy that my little car doesn't have a good rear-view mirror.
The one that hangs in front of me is tarnished -
with the moisture that was shed uncouth.
This mirror gives me the creeps; I don't look back!

My life's always been a colorful wardrobe that belongs to some celeb; like.....well.....David Beckham. Destiny decides what I'm going to wear today.... & believe me she's moody; n she's unannounced; gives me no clue as to what I'd look like on any day; n sometimes, she's whimsical - giving me a myriad set of looks on one particular day. God help me!
Recently one of my most colorful hawaiian shirts got wasted :-(
coz this stupid destiny of mine came n blew its soggy monsoon nose into it. It was such a beautiful shirt; gave me the carefree holiday look whenever I wore it; n yeah....it was priceless :-(

want to write something.....something nice....ok something palatable?
something........anything?????
but no more about life n its huge fundaas
phew......life's more worth than that :-p
so......let's face it -
not much fun happening these days :-|
well.....am happy n working ......day n night
yeah....what did you think....i'm some crazy blogaddict to be typing in at around 3 in the morning?
just wanted to write something before calling it a day :-)
hmm.......well.....just a few minutes back .... i kinda yelled at kaka for typing some c*** on his blog :-p
n here i am filling the world with some more of that :D
but ..... who cares ;-)
whatever makes me happy.....or .....happy?
neways...this is getting too confusing
i've typed it....so i'll just put it on
as i said...."who cares?"
u still reading this?
whoa.....this is the c****iest thing i've ever typed....i guess :-p
i mean :-\
i hope :-p

a tiny tale....

There was a mouse, a tiny little one,
Lived in a hole, furnished retro-style;
That wasn’t her style, that’s who she was,
Ready to embrace the world in arms flung wide.

Tiny as they were, not much caught the hug
But she was so happy, she hugged tight;
So tight that she missed a few breaths
But she was happy; What’s a breath worth?

This tiny mouse, the mouse that hugged us so,
Didn’t know where she was going wrong,
A hug so tight and arms so small
At one time not much remained with her.

One by one they slipped and went,
Cursing her that she’d hurt them so.
Ahh…she said, I can’t live less
I want to live like Ulysses;
I want to hug so tight that it’s all mine
& I’ll live like this, I know I’ll be fine.

So our little mouse, who lived retro-style
Is happy clinging to - a few that remain;
The few that don’t care how much her hugs hurt
They’re just happy that they can stay close,
They’re just fine that she’s a happy mouse,
They’ll be there whoever comes and goes.

So let’s just hope that our little mouse
Learns to hug less tight, so that at least her owns
Aren’t ever hurt, ‘coz she doesn’t want it so;
She’s a silly mouse, a mouse we can cling to.
She’ll care, she’ll love, but she’ll hurt unaware,
But the lord will help her learn, let that be our prayer!