Summer

A dollop of strawberry pink
A squeeze of lemon yellow
A sprig of minty green
Under the blue summer sky

Is my perfect recipe for a Sunday!

Illusions

I feel happy. Rather elated with a lofty feel. There is so much to discover so much of knowledge i need to uncover. Just finished reading Palace of Illusions and and suddenly there is a feeling germinating in me to belive in the devine. All would make more sense more meaningful. The whole journey more fulfilling.

Emancipation

Listless wishless...
Counting the moments wiz past
Still there is anticipation
Some fancy imagination
Caught a glimpse in a wink
Look back to see it all blank

Dizzy tizzy going crazy
Spin spin spin like a top
Everything strewn around
Swear it makes a pretty sight
Whats the story - morning glory?
Are you all right?

My Pet Demon

Levi-Tate

Have grown this wonderful way of ‘detached existence’ – living in a limbo, floating in a limitless bottomless tub of ether.

Infact it is therapeutic. You can just pull up the callous cover and pretend to be in a trance. Need not even bat your lids when something of real consequence occurs. Or you can pretend to be a fish with no lids at all …just glare glare glare hard but at nothing particular with a brooding look on your face.

How does it matter if some more skulls are dug up of some Nihari village kids, heat or cold wave, flood or drought, tsunami or Vidharba destitution kills some hapless soul in some far away village…town…city. It’s not my business; it does not affect my SEC A+ segment.

Even bombs on local train don’t blast my stupor. Blame it on their Karma! I have been oiling my karma chakra (wheel of fortune).

I am a true Gandhian. I seen no evil, hear no evil and definitely speak no evil.

I am a Magician. I don’t just fool my audience with myself too.

I am a person with strong conviction – I truly believe in my every day lies and make a honest living.

I have no roots, nor arms to reach up to the sky. I am not existent but not insignificant. I am there as a small cog in the big wheel. I figure somewhere in scheme of things.

I have been bleeding for a while, but I left my wounds open too long. Now I am scared to touch it, fear to disturb the ecology. Let it be…Karma will take its toll.

Sometimes in the stillness of the night I can hear a gnawing sound. Something burrowing into my heart, spreading into my brain… the hole keeps growing till it fills me up, or till I cave in.

Why am I bothered, I have a well-maintained Karmic balance sheet. The records guarantees my re birth to the next higher-level non-existence.

No Resolutions!

A clean new slate. Start from the scratch.
Words fill in with full stops & comas
Some lines scratched out, words over written
Squiggly sketches, doodles on the margin
Lone words hanging lame in different colours
Hurriedly scribbled mobile numbers with no names

The clean sheet starts getting filled up in an order
Then gets into chaos …Stop Stop, I didn’t plan it this way

Shall I just tear off this page in throw it in the bin?
It is a waste – nothing but memories
Some sweet, still makes me smile in a busy day for a while
Some bitter, still makes a lump, which I have learnt to gulp

Some I don’t just any more care about!

I will save this sheet in a folder and keep it safe
Maybe another spring-cleaning I will find it
And then again sit and ponder…
Is it worth carrying the old baggage?

Dilemma!

I need to buy a new mobile phone! Actually, I don't feel the necessity to actually buy one, as for texting & making/receiving calls - my cell works perfectly! I have my iPod Nano for music and plan to soon buy a very good digicam (camera phones picture quality is sad!).

But then there are moments, when I am completed to think that a cell is much beyond a communication device, its an extension of what I am, what I stand for ... it is my alter ego! Like when Rachel remarked 'your cell is way beyond Mummification, it has fossilized!’ Or when in one of my client meetings, the brand manager suddenly exclaims 'WHAT IS THIS, is it a cell?'

Gone through the various stages of turning crimson, pretend to be deaf, act as if its not my cell... finally I put up my hands when my loyal companion has started showing signs of old age. Wheeze, cough, spat - time to bid him a worthy farewell! But friend I shall miss you, when I fondly recollect innumerable times when I lost you and before I realized my loss, you were returned by the Rickshaw walla, Canteen boy, Chemist’s helper …and even the Dhobi!

So I embarked on this hunt for a new mate!

Now I am all greedy, as I have plunged headlong in the age of consumerism, I may as well make the best of it! I am the Queen of Hearts and they day I get bored of my gizmo shall screech …'Off with its head…’

So, it should have
· Camera - 2 mega pixel +
· Audio/Video player
· MP3 player
· Thumb drive
· Mail client
· External flash memory

Should be
· Bluetooth/IR enabled
· GPRS enabled

Should look
· Slim n Sexy

Though a PDA looks like the most likely solution – but I am against it,
Firstly ALL PDAs ARE MIGHITILY BULKY & UGLY,
Secondly, I DON”T WANT TO BE AVAILABE 24x7 ON MY OUTLOOK AT THE BECK & CALL OF MY CLIENTS

So, the best way is to consult your peers & Google it! That what I have done, keeping an equal weightage of features, aesthetics & cost - the line up is as follows:

· Sony Erickson K750i – total value for money, has all the goodies but doesn’t get my vote on looks!
· Sony Erickson W810i – hmmm… selected because of the goodness of a Walkman phone sans the garish orange n silver/white combo! This is a sexy black piece with some dashes of muted orange!
· Nokia N 80 (Internet edition) – ohhh… it completely takes my heart … n my pocket too!

Incase you are wondering, why this bias on Sony Erickson… well, that’s the cell Bond, James Bond uses! I saw Casino Royale on Friday night and just can stop salivating… pheeeeeew… Daniel Craig is to super duper HOT! Watch out for him!

Well, I am all confused after a day’s hard work of Googling! Still can’t make up my mind :I

All suggestions welcome!