Talk to me!

They say (and if you believe in such twaddle) that the planet Mercury, which lords over my sunsign Gemini, also rules the communication airwaves. Maybe that’s why my office desk resembles a miniature electronics shop. It’s furnished with a laptop, a desk phone accessorized with a wireless headset, two mobile phones and a colleague’s desk phone (it’s practically mine since he is away most times). Plus there’s always good ol’ hollering across the corridors as an ancient but effective means for catching someone’s attention.

The only tragedy in all this is i nowadays imitate more and more a trappist monk’s tradition of silence.

A child of synchronism

She watched, hypnotized as she waited, at the flow around. Inanimate objects had never looked more beautiful. For once, the hand of man hadn’t erred. It was a dance, she thought, a most carefully choreographed one. Signals changed at the correct moment. They raced in opposite directions, along paths so near, yet never destined to meet. First straight across, then, as green became yellow and then red, another set came to life. They turned left in graceful curves, almost within kissing distance of each other. Then, farther apart, bending into right turns across not-totally-right angles. They swirled around each other, rushing, slowing down, rushing away again, never once stopping. Like the slow and intricate ballet of waves at the seashore – dash in, do a little twirl and then scuttle out before the next performers come on.

The steps were simple enough, but getting the timing and the correct approach was important. A slight mistake would result in one ramming into another.

She was brought out of her trance by a sharp sound. She had missed her cue to go onstage. The others waiting for their turn looked at her angrily. She gave a little sigh, and moved to take her place. A neat left turn, well executed. And there ending her performance, exited the stage.

Soon she sped away, while the dance at the traffic lights continued.

taking stock

This took a lot of soul-searching. Wasnt easy, i tell you.

8 things i am thankful for
  1. my family; even if saying so sounds trite.
  2. my friends. spread geographically over quite a few countries. love you all, and miss you like crazy.
  3. my reading habit. i pity those who dont even try.
  4. my new-found ability to write. agreed it aint great, but its something.
  5. a curiosity which makes me want to travel, want to find out whats beyond that corner, want to find out how things work, why things are the way they are. unfortunately, that curiosity falls under both intelligence and stupidity.
  6. the humour in most situations in life. some of which i can fortunately glimpse, even though most are missed.
  7. the chances and oppurtunities given to me, whether i deserve them or no.
  8. animated movies, and the brew called tea.

8 things i wish for
  1. the ability to make friends easily. i take time, and its a painful process more often than not.
  2. a bit more maturity. i am told often i am way beyond my age already, but i am not really. inside, i am just a seething mass of contradictions and confusions and questions.
  3. to be (more) un-selfconscious in whatever i do.