Puddle

She was the love
I never deserved,
She was the shadow
I could not grab.

She was the image
I could never paint,
She was colour
I couldnt comprehend

She was a gust of wind,
I could not stand.
She was the fist full of sand,
I could not hold.

She was the woman ,
who could make u kill.
She was the woman,
who could ask for your all.

Holding the pain ,
was too much.
Feeling the fire was ,
Melting me.

Now I lay down,
on the ground,
melted in a puddle
of tears and blood.
The images of
a love I though I had,
fade before me.

New Age Slavery

Its quite alarming when in the corporate enviornment the basic human rights of individuals are voilated,and no one seems to mind.It seems that slavery was never eradicated, we simply stopped acknowledging it.This violation comes in various shapes and sizes, be it the abolition of writing the email signature of your choice (God forbid it might offend some psuedo political correctness of a FIRANG)or "Parallel constitution" that is run and diligently enforced in the name of "policies".
This weekend something happened that really shook me and affirmed my belief in what I said in the previous paragraph.I am in the habbit of wearing a Kurta in the office at weekends. This particular weekend I was stopped by Mr.X(the Big Boss) and was told that a Kurta is not allowed in our organisation, and a thickbooklet of a redundant document(the "Company Policies") was thrown on my face.This was done at the same time when Mr.Y(A smaller fish than Mr.X but bigger than me ) had been blatantly violating the same set of rules that were so diligently quoted to me.When I raised this question the answer that came out was really a work of art. Like any Bollywood movie it had drama(In the way I was convayed that I did not matter), Action(In the way I responded and the argument thereafter), It had Tragedy(The fact that I have to follow it coz I dont Matter), Comedy( The whole system of "Policies"), a sense of style(The way Kurta was linked to its known cliche` of Jurnalists and Social Workers) and finally the Climax( The way Mr.X ensinuated the "Consiquences" of non observance)I was spell bound and angry at the same time. Angry coz I feel that Wearing a Kurta is my right as an Indian citizen and spellboundby the way the whole episode ended up with me on the mat instead of Mr.X(He is Amaizing).
So let me be the first one to say it out loud. Its my right to wear what I want as long as I am not wearing something offensiveIts My right to say what I want , write what I want and I wish some day that I am detached enough to not care about the money I get out of this slavery.

Insight

Well, after reading Ashutosh`s blog I was also inspired to take the the MBIT test and got myself analysed.
This posting is for the benefit of all those who think I am too complicated or too simple to understand. Its feels like an excersice in self control to see yourself from someone else`s eyes, to have enough self control not to be defensive when the judgement is passed.
So the MBIT test marks me out to be an INTP (Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving) (damn!!!!!). To know what an INTP is supposed to be check out the INTP analysis and please..oh please...dont give me any judgements of your own after reading this. The avoidance of this very judgement was the primary motivator for me to take this test.