yet untread

you have your path, n i have mine . . .

the time now comes, to draw the line . . .

we'll part our ways, n we'll both be fine . . .

and when our paths cross next, we'll meet n dine . . .

the Killer and the Guitarist

She stabbed my heart cold,

She robbed me of my breath,

but my Killer's so beautiful...

i died a painless death.

She strummed the strings of my heart,

and hummed the song of love,

and as to Her tunes i swayed...

realization dawned... i was dead.

...

Slow Poison

The senses are numbed

The feeling isnt good,

No thirst for water,

And no hunger for food.

Sight loses color,

Nothing's music to the ears,

There's no reason to live,

And I am counting my years.

A Story

"Monsieur Jacques...umm...Sargon Corporation?"
"Ya, that's the one"
" Sorry to keep you waiting Monsieur Jacques...you may go to studio 5. Over there."
"thank you"

He started walking in the direction she had pointed. It was a large hall with make shift partitions that were being used as photography studios. In each of them, there were various backdrops, large lights, reflecting screens and cameras. The photographers, young men and women in their twenties, were busy taking their shots and shouting out instructions to the models. Other assistants were running around carrying papers to and from the studios. IN the far corner was a cabin with wooden paneling and tinted glass. It looked quite different from the surrounding. On the door was engraved a name: Nikolas Johann. It sounded surprisingly familiar. He was sure that he had heard the name somewhere.

He looked up: Studio no. 5. There. He entered inside. The photographer in this studio was a young lady, slim, fair, with long flowing jet-black hair, beautiful eyes, and a smile that could hypnotize anyone who looked at it. She appeared to be in her early twenties, about the same age as his. She was casually dressed, with light beige cotton trousers and a knee length maroon top. It was not designer wear, but it looked great on her. He was stunned and stood there motionless looking at her. His thoughts raced faster than time. Was this the girl he had been waiting for all his life?

She seemed to be saying something to him but he could hear nothing. He felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Monsieur Jacques...are you ok?" She was carrying a notepad in her hand.
"Oh...oh yes..I....I was just lost in my thoughts"
"You seem to be anxious. Dont worry. You look new to this place...."

There was a magic in her voice. It had the air of friendliness that was rare to be found these days. And she was speaking with a stranger with such ease as if they had known each other for years. She pointed to the desk in front of the camera. He went and sat down. She handed him a mirror. He did not take it and instead looked up and asked her.

"Do I look ok Miss...."
"Ms. Jacqueline...and you look good..except for a missing smile."

He was dying to hear her voice. He repeated her lines in his mind and made an effort to smile.

-Click-

The photo was taken. And in a moment he would be out of that place. But he did not want to go. He only a wanted a few more minutes to talk to her.

"Excuse me, are you one of the partners who own the studio?" There was a look of surprise on her face. And a mild laughter. It looked even more beautiful.

"No....what makes you think so?"
"Errrr...nothing"
"I have just joined here. This place has a lot of traffic and gives good experience. I hope to start my own studio some day. By the way, Director Johann has asked you to meet him in his room, the one in the corner. Good day, Monsieur Jacques"

Those few moments seemed like eternity. He continued to look at her. Then with a smile, he turned and walked away.

She had taken his photo on a film. But her picture had been etched in his memory for ever.

-----

Adapted from "Peoples and Characters" - a collection of true stories by Vladimir "Ally" Kavolski.

Two stories

Stories about the truth of life. Thanks a lot to Prof. Dan for sharing these with us.

This is a story similar to the one that we have often read (atleast in India) in the kids story books.

Two friends had gone wandering in the forest. Suddenly they heard sounds of a bear approaching. It was clear that their lives were in danger. Now they knew from old wisdom that bears do not attack dead people, so they decided to lie silently on the ground.

As the bear approached nearer, one of the friends got up and was ready to run. The second friend asked him what made him change his decision. He replied, "I just realized that to save my life, I do not need to outrun the bear, I just need to outrun you." And he ran.

This is competition. And life.

There is another story told to us by elders (or we read it in children's books).

There was a king who had lost a battle and had fled to a cave in the nearby mountains. There he saw a spider who was trying to build a web on the wall of the cave. The spider tried a hundred times to climb up, but failed. Yet, he did not give up. Finally, he succeeded.

We are often told this story to try and try and try and not give up. This is not quite the right thing to do in life. Its utter bullshit. If you are doing something that you couldnt succeed at after a few attempts, dont do it. There are definitely people who have managed to do that thing right in the first attempt, and they will be better at it than you. Always. It is highly unlikely that you will ever be the numero uno in that. And if you are not the best, dont be there. Try doing something else that you are better suited for.

(** words between the lines for i-bank analysts: Not everyone is meant to be a banker. If you dont get good ratings as analysts, you are not meant to be a bankers. Dont stay in the job trying for years and years. Quit.)

In the age of competition, you have to be the best. Being better isnt enough.

Some Limericking

After a really long time, I tried to do something creative to put up on my blog.... and being the last few days with junta here, I obviously wrote about them :)

% comments are welcome

There was an enthusuast from Vapi,
Who firmly believed that CS was crappy.
He gave up in life without fear,
And said "Pack pepsi, drink beer",
The give-up young man from Vapi.


There was an elec geek from trichy,
Who proclaimed that hot water made him itchy,
He said his body was hot,
And felt funny after smoking pot,
The crazy elec geek from trichy.


There was a hairy youth from hyd,
Who spoke more truth than he lied,
He ate very less,
But in Andhra mess,
And took all his creditors for a ride.


There was a fair guy from Timbuktoo,
Who googled to add two and two,
He cashed at UniLever,
Drank scotch by the river,
And smoked everyday in the loo.


There was a hulk in mech,
Who turned everything into wreck,
He broke the furniture,
And fought with his teacher,
And forced all his bros to a trek.

From Rohtak there was a fair dude,
Who sometimes was really rude,
He beat loud his drums,
And drank with his chums,
But with a girl did he put some pseud.

From Jaipur a casanova was he,
A true consultant as one could be,
He ran for co-cas,
And really kicked ass,
But ended up writing GMAT and Gre.


There was a lazy boy of boobneswar,
Who lay on the couch and cried "Sir,
Prithee wipe my face,
And tie my shoe lace",
The lazy old boy of boobneswar.

A line in the morning

Yesterday, I fell asleep while the song "give me some sunshine" was playing on my comp. I dunno from where, but the first line that came to me in the morning was:

"Give me another life, and I'll love you once again"

And i have been singing it all day long.
I dont remember my dream :(