4 lines..

Let my voice reach all,
Let these tears roll out, fall...
For this is all that I can offer,
This is my pristine,my proper...

The Olympian

Inspired from an article I read today in The Hindu.
The writer talks about the spirit of those who return empty handed from the games.
The non Bolts,non Phelps...but fighters...and in a sense...winners...
Yes they will come back one day...Till then...its more sweat,blood and tears...

Also for Sori who told me to write something positive :)
(He threatened me that he would stop visiting the blog spot and I just cant lose my 50% of the regular viewership :P)Kidding :)

I ask myself as I head back,
Was my sweat in vain?blood,tears a sham?
Failure,darn so heavy,soggy track suit in my sack,
And I thought I was right there,in room for winners man.



How about that roundabout freaky turn,
I am alone in that ground,wondering,
Wasn't I told it would pay,the pain,the burn,
Was it a lie coach?a lie,oh so seductive,dangling.



No it wasn't.It was our belief,damn right!!

I was the worthy one,for I made someone a winner,freeing his shackles,
And as I go away from all of you,eluding your sight,
Wait for me spectator,keep them ready,the bugles...

Lost it

I think I have officially lost it.
Infact, I am going to take a giant leap and say most of us have lost it.
Its gone.

Gone.
Poof.
Bygone.

What?

My power of conversation.Ability to actually talk with people.

Don't get me wrong.I am still able to develop strategic and syenergic networks
with people around me using my interpersonal communication skills.

But in real world.I have lost it.


I just cant get anything in my head when I have to talk with people around me.

I need toys,fancy gadgets,latest episode of the latest TV series,oldest episode
of the oldest TV series,I need a youtube video,I need my last visit to this really
chic restaurant.I am desperate for some sleazy cricket tournament to go through my
day with rest of the world.

I need annu maliks comments,shivramakrishnans commentry ( to be able to talk about
the genuine asinineness and prove mine and my conversation partners intellectual superiority )

I just need this shot of botox in my head to figure out stuff to actually sustain
human contact with well,humans in my life.

Last week I was in fits about blackberry playbook.No reason - apart from the
fact that I have a blackberry phone which is almost talked about by the whole world
- at all.Someone would have noticed it and we could have made a "meaningful" conversation
about the ultimate utility of that tool in our lives.

Now I am all pumped up about ultrabooks and that surface thingie that everyone seems
to be "trending" and "tweeting" about.And to be honest,its not like it will change my life.
Its not going to bring some dramatic change ( except for the ephemeral instance when
I peel off the plastic thingie - The best part ) and may be set dialogues it will
introduce in the script of my life ( which by now is more contrived than Kahani ghar
ghar with lots other ladies,dudes,scheming aunties,moronish uncles).

All it will boil down to is a few additional words in this unwritten book which is going to be as
original as the one by that last dude from a T-School/B-School/No School (my dad is my publisher types).

In short.

Dim,Dull and mindlessly numbing.

But it will just let you the reader/conversationalist flip through some pages of my life without
throwing it away in the thrash.

There were days when we used to actually talk with people.Infact,I experienced a few of them myself.
They happen now too,but the frequency is like fuel price drop we all so look forward to.

Nobody rants anymore.Not about question of life and 42.Its easier that way I guess.

Long live Facebook ( no matter how dumb its IPO was ) / google+ / myspace / yourspace / blahspace /blah book /bling...

Social media is here to stay.Its the only glue that we unsocial people huff.