| Its been a while... |
[Jun. 20th, 2010|01:09 pm] |
Its been a long while
Since I last wrote to you
My journal in the cloud
Four years perhaps since I spoke
Since i finally shed
The reigns that veiled my mind
In an ever-darkening shroud
It is perhaps time that you and I
Finally reacquainted ourselves
With who we were
With who we are
With who we hope to be |
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| Shuffle |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
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You wait quietly, shuffling your feet in the snow
Powdered hat, face, nose; powdered feet below
I see the words you speak; I see them float
Down the white-spattered lapels of your coat
And though I strain my ears to hear you speak
I know I dare not hope for light on a day so bleak. |
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| Preparing for Judgement Day |
[Nov. 18th, 2008|02:26 pm] |
I wrote an article for InsIght after a long while. Here goes...
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It’s that time of the year again. Placement season, case studies, puzzles, new clothes, résumés and what not. It’s a time of extreme joy and pain for us IITians. After all, most of us look upon placements as judgement day. The one month in our four (or five) year academic life where companies weigh our achievements, talk to us for a few hours and designate our rightful place in the food chain. With time, our fascination with getting an “A1 job” has only grown. We start to make planned tradeoffs between academics, organizational work and sports starting from our freshman years. Organizations get ranked based on how “successful” their alumni have been and clubs are formed (or joined) to inch closer to the perfect CV, the perfect interview and the perfect job. In a nutshell, we turn placement season into the environment we’re the most comfortable with; a fight-to-the-death competition for the best job on campus. After all, the more others want something, the better it must be. As über-competitive Indians, that’s how we make most of our decisions. It’s been three years since I went through the same phase and acted the exact same way (though at the time, I would have disagreed). I’ve since had several juniors ask me how to make these decisions, forcing me to think about this and talk to my peers and seniors in turn. The next few paragraphs are words of friendly advice, from a senior to a junior. Read More... |
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| Mistletoe |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|02:09 am] |
If there were mistletoe
Hanging concealed
On a hidden ledge perhaps
Would we have walked on without a word?
Or would something more
Have been revealed
In that momentary lapse
That lies still now, in snow interred
More poetry on my website |
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| Snip! |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|10:17 pm] |
What guides my hand
As I quietly snip away
Images half formed
Half seen, half way And as the pieces fall
Lie scattered at my feet
My mind wanders over them
Weaving them, complete |
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| I am moving |
[Jan. 22nd, 2008|04:09 pm] |
Finally bought myself a domain (apologies for what iamart tells me is called blog-whoring). Please do visit and leave your comments. You can also download this wonderful video from the same site.
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Mirrored Posts
Note to myself this new year: Get a life!
And on that wonderful note I have gone out and spent most of what was already a highly leveraged (consultantspeak) bonus. New additions to my already cluttered household include
Shoes, 2 pairs of jeans, 3 shirs, 3 sweaters, 2 T-shirts, 1 Sports Coat, 1 Tweed Jacket and a Sony DCR SR-42
Most of this thanks to my rabid obsession with Priya Market.
There are parts of my life that are almost inextricably woven with this now very altered maze of consumerism. Not all of them pleasant.
Chewing slowly on my first (and last) mutton burger at McDonalds (pre “I will trash you if you serve anything other than chicken”).
Waiting in line for “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves” open mouthed
Staring at the rich (spoilt?) folk buying stuff I couldn’t afford and promising myself that one day that would change.
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| Dear Brother |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|01:46 am] |
As you mixed up your ‘b’s and ‘d’s
Not so long ago
I saw you wistfully look at me
Hoping I would know
Hoping I would hold you hand
Help you find your way
Around that imminent reprimand
Into a happier day
And as we tore through life
With each passing year
Skipping over the strife
Tearing though our fear
I know I let you go
And I hope not too soon
So you may run the last mile
And leap over the moon
Also posted on my mirror blog |
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| Liar's poker |
[Dec. 21st, 2007|07:35 pm] |
There was once a boy who cried wolf...
While I am sure that the point of the tale was to be truthful, as a child and even now I still wonder why he felt the need to cry wolf in the first place.
A lot of people would put it down to the need for attention, the need to be noticed. It was perhaps that or was it habit.
Its scary when you twist the truth as you say it. Worse still if you start to believe what you say.
Trust me... its intoxicating living in a make believe world.
Especially when you are good enough to make others live in it with you |
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