To err is human; To secretly laugh at others is satisfaction

'The working professional', is the title we are allotted once we enter any company. Words such as ‘professional’, ‘expert’, ‘serious’, ‘dedicated’ are used as if It were a flyer distributed for free. Most times we do try to live up to this criterion. But the fact is, most times we don’t or we do it with our own modifications. We think no one is watching or we go unnoticed. But the truth is, everybody notices, everybody passes little comments in their minds when it happens.

By now you must be thinking, ‘what on earth is she talking about?!’ I’m talking about those little quirks that make us human and keep the fin in our work space and pressures. The person titled ‘Mr. / Ms. I know everything’, must be quiet a famous one allotted at almost every workspace, so much so that the thought that frequently crosses your mind is, ‘if he knows everything and everyone then when is he still working here?!’ Thinking about it, who would be the confidence booster in the office without him?

The second most popular title is that of ‘Mr. Serious or Snobby?’ Yes we all like to throw our darts at the one who doesn’t cover up for us or play along in our goofiness. Truth is they maintain the ‘professional sanity’ of the organization. The title gaining most popularity these day is that of ‘Mr./Ms. Dedicated (I’m not finished) to Facebook’. These are the social butterflies who cannot detach themselves form escaping the work spaces and time, multiplying in numbers at ever company. Who are we to complain as long as the work gets done on time?

There are many more titles that we allot to almost every person who passes by us in a company, like Mr. Confused, Mr. Grumpy, The Prankster, The Joker, The Sleepy Head, The Lazy Duck so on and so forth. If somebody has no flaws, their only flaw is that they are flawless, so there goes another title.

Truth is, “to err is human, and to secretly laugh at others is satisfaction’. Just as manpower comes together to run a successful organization, our quirks come together to run a fun filled and dynamic life. What good if everyone is perfect or professional? Our quirks keep the drama alive, it is what makes each day different, to look forward to how grumpy is Mr. Grumpy going to be today or what will the pranksters do to Mr. dedicated? And at the end of it all, it is what helps us get through the day and what we would miss the most when it is gone.

The ball game of edurance

Of late i've been observing life. I must admit it hasnt' been the finest yet. Dreams are more beautiful than what maybe real. Which makes me think, what if we act out our present because a dream tells us to? Of late its' a method ive' tried. Not a very wise decision i must say. As of now everything seems to be falling apart. Not one wish right, not one stone of hope turned. A good friend told me, 'Endure' it's the best we can do, to which I may add is the only thing keeping me going. I've lost all power to make decisions. I've lost the power to deal with those I make. Returning empty handed has become such a routine i've forgotten what achieving something really feels like.

It's a game of slow death the forces play upon those who are capable of surviving the never ending game time, while it sits up there and savors the misery. It's a slow death of thoughts, of dreams, of life until your misery downs you all.

The darkness of cries. The light of masked smiles. And in between the two, the dreams of a better future.

unexplicable.

Upside down
Up and round
The fastest spin
High above, back to the ground

A pin to a lime
I see my self, calm and composed.
No scare or rush
It's clear as snow.

I look at the buildings go round
I look at the lights go round
I look at the people go round
I look at me go round

I see the eyes through which I see
I read the mind through which I read
I see the joy for which I smile
I see the life for which I live

Not a rider
Nor a spectator
In between, is where I am
Physically, mentally

Crazy or Mad
I cannot detach
It's over now
It happened? I don't know how.

Dream

Come in a group
Come in a pair
Come you and I
come without a lie

lets take a walk
even through fields of dead stalk
lets cross the barren deserts
and dried up valleys

For one day the grass would be green
and flowers would bloom
around the lakes of serenity
the starting point for eternity

The mountains will tell us tales of peace
the wind will guide our feet
up to the tallest peak
and fall with arms open into the oceans deep

Lets meet along the way
Fellow travellers of may
Lets join with stangers at supper
and have nature as our mother

Children of the earth
we were ment to be
lets celebrate love, peace and joy
and let the rest be.

Home decor is'nt rocket science.

It was one of those extremely busy days at work. After an extremely noisy and boring buss ride you walk into the house painted pink, with red sofas and an ugly brown table, more like a house put together from left overs collected for generations. You hear the blades of the fan move slowly accompanied by something thats a whining sound made my instruments with a few "tadan nana". Its gloomy. The very life from the room has been sucked away.

Thats when you realise how important home decor is! Ones house radiates energies that calms the body down. Color coordination, order and cleanliness fuse positive energies into the space. Space and light are illusions that can be created with mirrors, curtains and a well lit house. Try not to use the same color light as you would be exposed to at work. Let the natural light in during the day. Gone are the days when the walls were off white, Add color! Last but not the least accessorize. Small things like potpourri, candles, vase, flowers, floor lamps and well arranged photo frames personalizes the house and gives out a welcoming feeling.

It amazing how these simple things not only makes a house into a welcoming home, but also fuses calm and possitive energies amongst the members of the house.

Excuses of sorts

A few years back I was at school
A trouble maker in a group of four
Using innocence as a bait
Twist through the roads meant to be straight
Bunking classes, prankster queens
Did it all as disciplined teens.

Went to college caught the flu
Smoking, drinking and some drugs too
Travelled the corners hidden below
All that nature gracefully bestows.
Oh no! It’s time
With attendance we short,
Who cares lets bunk
There are excuses of sorts.
Lets pull that prank one last time,
This time bigger, it’s a bomb not a lime.
Let’s bitch, Let’s fight
Let’s party, let’s dance
We’ll save the bang
Hey! We aren’t the only wasted gang.

The care free life is over now
It’s time to sail on a money dhow
Oh it’s time to carry my sack
It’s way to heavy on my back
Ring ring, my boss got a fax
She’s out on a meeting to fix her tax
With an evil grin, it’s time to relax
Lets bunk again
Life is short
After all, there are excuses of sorts.

Graduates of Recession

"When I grow up I want to be a doctor. If anyone tries to hurt you I will give them a nice big injection."

Sounds familiar? Yes, the little child's dream. Today I'm standing at the deciding point of life when you step out into the real world, to make dreams come true. Being here it makes me wonder are these dreams just for the young? Like the little children and their fairy god mother.

My friend tells me, "welcome to the real world". With the recession that just hit us, we have to, to some extent become slaves of money. Preference here is now changing from wanting a career to just wanting a job, any bloody job as long as you get the money.

'Career' is either for the rich who could either afford to wait around to get the job that would build their career or just a child's dream. Money does make the world go round, speak to the graduates of recession you would get a glimpse of the real world.