Lost

Softly treading on the breeze
Above the treetops on high
Past the wisps of cloud we ease
And see the heavens pass on by

Over the mountains
Swimming in the sea
Walking through the rain
Lost are we

Lost in those beautiful thoughts of earlier times
Lost in a maze of ‘twining deeds
Lost in the melody of sweet chimes
Lost in the rustle of dying reeds

Beyond the valleys
Into the unmeasured depths of sound
Skirting dark and dank alleys
We, alas, are found

Found in the harsh realities
Found in the throes of indecision
Found in the stark banalities
Found in the loss of regained vision

We have found that we are lost.

Deck the Halls!

And its Christmas time!!! It's amazing how there's always something about Christmas that makes the soul happy and the heart sing. Especially when living in Mumbai, where the outwardly signs of Christmas approaching are absolutely minimal!

When thinking of Christmas, one envisions X'mas trees everywhere, Santas strolling the streets going a-ho-ho-ho, bands of carolers singing joyously and absolute strangers singing along, gifts all around, festivities , holidays, maybe even snow!!
Living in Mumbai, these may not be common sights, but theres one thing to be found a-plenty... and thats the Christmas Spirit!!
So we don't need the Santas or the snow! What we need is love, joy and happiness!
Merry Christmas!!!

Working Wonders

After 3 days of working late and long, these are the thoughts that incessantly run through my head as I find myself sitting before my computer, yet again, at work.

It’s funny how after being overworked, the brain just decides to shut shop and all the workers disappear so fast, it’s not possible to hold them back.

It’s funny how everyone thinks you are the only one who can handle the responsibility of successfully completing the task at hand.

It’s funny how you seem to be the only person who does not have to get home at a reasonable hour, or a social life, or a life at all.

It’s funny how you are expected to spend a good 18 – 20 hours at the office, travel to and from home (which takes another 2) and still be back at work at the same time as the other people who work 9 hours.

It’s funny how you feel like your butt is glued to the chair while you are sitting, and can’t feel it once you’re up.

It’s funny how you get hungry, because you’ve missed 2 meals in a row, but have time only for a glass of water.

It’s funny how you would easily be voted the “Most Patient Person, Ever!” , but you find yourself snapping at the rate of 3 people per minute.

It’s funny how you pride yourself on being systematic, and always know where to find the required data on your computer, but can’t find anything today.

It’s funny how you love listening to music while working, but today it makes you want to smash someone’s face in.

It’s funny how it suddenly looks like all your colleagues ever do, is sit around and chat the day through.

Flights of Fantasy

Fly away from the places that make you feel restricted beyond compare.
Spread your wings and take off into the night.
Take off into the light.
Take off to where your heart desires or your imagination soars.
Taste freedom.

Fugly Monday Mornings

There goes the alarm, buzzing incessantly next to my ear. Incessantly? Yes, because I'm so disoriented that I haven't yet figured what that jarring sound is! Dragging myself off the bed, eyes half shut, grabbing the newspaper, and falling asleep on the pot. Seems like something I do every single morning, but its oh-so-much worse on a Monday !

My bath takes too long.
No time for breakfast.
No time to chug a mug of coffee so that I actually come awake.
No time to talk.
No time to do my make up.
No time to find those pretty shoes that at least match my clothes.
No time to find my watch (Hence, i'm invariably late by the time I know i'm late!)
No time. No time. No time.

I'v been doing the same goddamn thing for roughly over 22 years, so honestly I don't know why i'm suddenly bothered by Fugly Monday Mornings!

Blogger Bandwagon

The funniest bit is that I have been reading blogs for years now. I have read funny blogs, serious blogs, nasty blogs and even 'just for the heck of it' blogs. Long blogs, short blogs, crazy blogs, confusing blogs, blogs that exude realism and those that reek of lies. Small lies, big lies, believable lies and those that need the strength and will of an Atlas to bear. Funnily enough, it has never prompted me to blog myself, despite being someone who loves to write and share my views, spill my guts and lie throug my teeth occasionally (very very occasionally). Now that you know what you're going to read in my blogs (if you do actually intend on going through them), I'm going to use this as an outlet for my thoughts,and would suggest that if you ever want to know what's in my head, DO NOT disturb me henceforth, just read my blog!