Thursday, April 8, 2010


I have finally arrived. In the early hours of this seemingly normal morning, Corporate Nirvana was achieved. No, not in the conference room or on my business phone, but in my very own home. In my sleep. It was a dream come true, but only that it came like a nightmare.

I have had a history log of dreams, and apart from the usual stories of falling and the one where I cannot scream, the nightmare that constantly makes an appearance is the fire dream. As a kid, I had a recurrent dream that the house was on fire and I was running around, getting everyone together and taking them to a safer place. Psychologically, in a condition like this, I was pre-programmed to get people and things most critical to my existence - dad, mom, sis, music system, my happy socks, audio cassette compilations. That is how my mom and dad made me. Love thy parents, care for your sister and never ever forget your music collections. 

Now, few years post the childhood phase, the professional phase enters. The nightmare knocks on the door of my sleep again. It is 4:30am and it began with looking at an installation of a beautiful artwork in acrylic. Lots of colour, lots of crazy art. Its a place that looks like a combo of my school, my college, my home. Except, it is made of hay. Mom, dad, baby sis, tall cousin are with me taking a tour of the fantastic place. Mom decides to rest under one small thatched room, next to an almirah of dried grass. Sitting in shade, sipping lassi, a fire erupts. Yes, they are like stinker e-mails, they come unannounced and then screw you. I put my arm around mom, carried baby sis on my shoulder, beckoned dad and tall cousin to run along....And then darted for my 5kg laptop bag tucked away in the almirah made of dried grass. Yes that's where the fire started. Risked life and limb to pull the bag out, and finally took it to safety. Thankfully, I had put the ipod in the same bag :)

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Nylon bouquets

A very important part of becoming a workaholic and staying one is to clearly remember - Never stop and smell the roses. It is the biggest impediment on the road to becoming a work stallion.
Of course, I didn't know that.
So there I was, fooled into a vacation by the rest of the lazy world. And then, it happened - I smelt the flowers, walked on grass, let the wind caress my hair and finally, ...I heard the silence. A cacophony of deadlines, excel sheets, words all muddled up, long range targets and short terms ones... all went kaput into the black-hole of silence. Damn!

'Peace who?', I asked this sudden white space.

No answer.

'Peace what...?', I rephrased, just in case it needed a little more respect to get out of its corner office.

No answer still...Wait, did something just waft past me?
It sounded like - 'B-r-e-e-z-e'. I am good at onomatopoeia and can write in rhyme on demand, but what on earth was this? Is peace invisible or is it simply too proud and vain to notice people and thereby, ends up wasting their time, while they could have finished sending off a few e-mails!

Ok, I am going to give it another shot and then if it doesn't work, will send it a stinker.
'Hello, Mr.Peace...Mr.Peace? Do you realise, time is running out? I don't have all day you friends organised a prior appointment with you it seems, and that is why I am here.'...'They do not value time and it looks like you don't as well', I muttered to myself.

No answer again. I just felt a water droplet on my cheeks. Looks like it fell from the sky. I should just turn away and run to an-air-conditioned room. This does look very unnatural, water droplets falling from the sky, making you imagine rain. Bumfarts. Little do they realise, it is not good for the system. Can short circuit the whole system you see.

'I need to run indoors, Mr.Peace. You don't seem worth my time right now. You aren't promising me a corner cabin, a big house, a sedan, a Swiss account or even a ladder to climb up. What do I do with you? Kya karoon main aapka?'

And then it offered me a bouquet of nylon lilies. They will never wilt, never fade. I will never smell them.
Peace has made peace with me.