tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224633952009-10-13T11:19:44.404+06:30poetry...... its just my emotional scratch pad :)Wanderernoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463395.post-79180714231268291632009-07-30T00:48:00.002+06:302009-07-30T00:54:10.059+06:30

Yeah.I lived.I am sure.I really did.All those unlived, unliving out there.Take a risk, Risk that rotting, decomposing riskless life of yours.take sip of poison with a breath of fresh air.

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is a good place to be.its stinks sometimes. Sometimes its just boring.Mostly its just a little lonely.nowhere is good place to be. If you have someone to give you company.

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Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damn,I cannot, now I see them, sayI missed one terribly all day.Were all stars to disappear or die,I should learn to look at an empty skyAnd feel its total dark sublime,Though this might take me a little time.

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And So it is...

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The last inhibitionsThe last principlesNow, grovelling is legalSad day for me. Like so many others.Reality is the harshest teacher in the world. First the dreams go, then the ego, then the dignity.What is left now?

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A lucky break.

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It all started with the need to scream. Aloud.So I took the more civil way out and started this blog. When you scream, you say dumb things, you rant, you rage, you say things you dont mean.Thats how I started.Now, I feel like speaking again. The demons have been quelled. The past though not on talking terms is no more the pariah. We are trying to make amends, me and my past. And getting on.I

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"Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio." - HamletThe future looks bleak, The present confused.The past lacerating.There are regrets now, risks not needed,Life could have been livedwith a little thrift in dreams.Days could have gone, Just as meaningless.But no

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Murphy was such a bastard.He was right.

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dreams of the past,nightmares of the future,they ask,master of the present,what have you done?have you smiled,twice more than you should have?made a day,little more beautiful than it was?helped a bit more than was practical?At 28,Do you claim to be unfazed?by greed and by emotion,by yourself chasing illusions,What have you done?A little more than was required?or a little less...this day you were

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Circa 2007, FebruaryLP: Hey, I want to ask you something...SC: Sure, go aheadLP(Shyly): Can I listen to telugu songs after we get married.SC:(Laughs for good measure, Frowns, Getting Married!): Of-course, darling(for impact)2009, FebruaryEarly one morning,LP: (Singing Loudly) ^%$%^%&*^&*^&*^ (Telugu song)SC: hush, hoosh, hushLP: (Even Louder) #^^$&^%&^%*^*&^SC: (Frowns, Getting Married! Sighs!

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ticking awaycatching upno escapeno getting awayinexorable, the wingsfreedom stingslife goes away and you holdmemories,fading away fastunrelentingbriefs flashesof time the greatest keeperin time we will allfade away fasttoo fastand still we try to to collectto enslave what we cannotHappiness come again,and this time no bindsno boundsno false notionsof things not mineThis time will be differentand

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Day 1 to Day 7It is unfamiliarly good to wake up in the morning with the clock not running out of ticks for you to get dressed and make a run to the office. The office run requires you to unhinge your mental faculties and keep them aside so that they do not interfere with your functioning at office. You commit yourself to living from opening bell to lunch and then look forward to EOD.That said.

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The reckless adventure of attempting the im-plausibleThe feeling of being a step closer to your calling in this worldThe madness of self belief in the face of an ever changing probabilityThe rush of blood from an anarchy of ideasThe anticipation of a possibility becoming a realityOn the precipice of disasterthe edge of catastropheis it all worth it?Does it matter?It is in the very nature of the

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To wait for everything to be clear is to be certain about not taking a decision.

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I have often been accused of having contempt for people(humanity), in general.Sometimes the disdain is so obvious that it makes some of my friends cringe.Well, yes. I do have contempt for people.For one thing, my biggest grouse in life is that we are too afraid of losing things which we do not really care about.And what do we do with things we really care about. For example, people close our

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Whether good or bad, when something rolls, it rolls.To stop anything on a roll, something needs to happen.To look at momentum and just hope it will stop, the odds will even out or things cant get worse/better is stupid.Inertia drives the world. Someone needs to give it the right direction.

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Plan AB PlanOne option. To succeed. Baaki sab bakwaas.

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Plan A:Take classes at TIMEWrite a bookLearn tradingRead LotsBe HappyPlan B:Make a Plan B

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I need a lot of time.Time and Space. For myself.I feel claustrophobic with a job.Work needs to need me. Need my imagination, need my creativity, need my intellect.Or I don't need it.I am tired of dumbing down.That is the reason, I like movies and books.Good movies and good books.No dumbing down there.Woodehouse or Wilde don't want you to be dumb.Or they would be jobless.Kiewoloski or Coen

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B in B school stands for business. Right? It does?And yet it astounds anyone if you tell them that you want to do something on your own after B-School.In my view, we should refer to them as S-Schools.Slavery-Schools.Which seems to be the only takeaway everyone likes to take-away.

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Like all else,Passion needs to be nurtured.An invaluable companion when the life defining moment comes around.I miss this friend of mine in Austria.Everytime; he makes some irksome comments, good conversation and interesting company.

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If there is a clear path in front of you,A distinct and defined reward system,A timeframe for achievement,A safety net if you fail,Then don't kid yourself. You are employed.An entreprenuer has to live without these things.The advantages he has are independence of thought, a distinct awareness of fallibility or failure lurking around the corner and a hazy vision of the horizon. His horizon is so

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To do something exceptional, is it neccesary to think exceptional?Or is it just being the best at something conventional?

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For often I wonder,Why sadness,Why sorrow,why I write poetryon graves and corpses, of feelings trampled uponWhy not sunshine, why not the daffodils, why not the brookcrooked little paths, ephemeral love stories or feelings so delicate.but beauty extracts its price, nature never gives when there is nonethe best photographs, are still from the darkest roomsIf you stare long enough, even shadows are

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