Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Thy names are many...

Vulcan, Hephaistos, Agni, Dazbog, Bel, Amaterasu, Fudo, Kagutsuchi...

Embers glow.
Red heat turns white
ever hungry,
all consuming
Many names, one face.
Vulcan, Agni, Bel...
Feared and revered,
Since time began.
Now, a power embraced,
A religion unto itself.

Thursday, March 16, 2006


It's funny how a day that started so bad could end this good...

The persistent ringing of my mobile phone woke me up at 8.30 The voice on the other end of the line said, "I'm sorry, but I just heard he died. Thought you'd want to know."

I did. And sad as I felt, I knew there was nothing I could do - not for him, not for those he left behind. So, after mulling over the mysteries of life and counting my blessings, I decided to get on with my life. Classes were attended, assignments completed and handed in...Others concerned were informed, of course... Essentially, it was just another day of my life.

Till in the evening, at least. It's funny how you don't really notice how much time a day actually is... This was my own personal lesson for the day.

A smattering of people - each absorbed in his or her own work, contentrating on the computer screen in front of them. A phone rings again. This time, it isn't mine.

"Yes sir, I'll tell them"
A list of names is repeated.
"Ok. So these are the ones going to Mumbai?"
"And the others? Delhi? Oh. Ok"
"Yes sir, I'll let them know. Thank you so much sir."

Suddenly, personal work is forgotten. Ears strain to catch snippets of a one-sided conversation. The call ends. A squeal goes up. It soon multiplies... Squeals turn into shouts. Frantic text messages fly back and forth. Congratulations are in order. Two-thirds of the class is now employed. Jubilations all around.

And I wonder at how a day that began so bad could turn on its head and end like this.

But this is not the end of the day. There are 10 others, who do not form part of that enchanted list. Friends. Distraught. This time, there IS something I can do. A hug has always worked wonders. Free of cost and not regulated by the government. The magic works as always.

Then we head out to a pub; but don't really need the alcohol to intoxicate us. The reality of a job sets in.
Exhilaration increases. Everyone gets high. On music. On life. On the possibilities that it brings.

A day that started so bad ended this good... A Full Circle and a Half.

Monday, March 13, 2006

My wave

My element. this is me.
A crashing wave.
I go up. I come down.
Static is what i am not.
As lazy, as unpredictable,
as everything a wave can be..
this is me.

Pic @ Elliot's Beach, Besant Nagar.