That Evening

It was about half past 10 and I sat before the audi - mesmerized, short of words, staring deep into those eyes, trying to find a vocal relief in the deafening silence of the desert which spread itself all around us. She had just read a script written in invisible ink. I had allowed myself to follow the piper as she went her way stroking the canvas of the last two years with an amazing grasp over dates and events. She is Good!!
It was half past 4 when I woke up with a start to prepare what was to be the most shabby breakfast ever done in the history of mankind..........I think I need someone's permission to continue with this. Do I have one?

The Tele Deluge

Got up with a start - The inferal tel was at it again. A potpourri of messages from every which direction. M gets to hobnob with N, PT reports a slight hitch in the meet they had today with the Vada, a missed call from the Malviya stables, MNK with a Q - "When r u ever available?", and we managed to miss the HR meet, so much for the management we seem to be picking up with every passing second. People are hard pressed for time so much so that a 10 minute transit's due opportunity cost is calculated, parametrized and more often than not found vey very high.

Its easing on, on me. The pace has slackened, no not from the other end!! Its just that if one were to hit the road running the ensuing events would turn out to be that much more comforting than hitting it rock solid. Have to tell V about it, can't bring myself to his candid levels here, there still seems to be that feeling of standing put in the middle of a cross with traffic going very slow all around you, always prepared to come to a halt if u were to make a single move.

Is raat ki subah abhi door hai

There are times when Kafka stops making sense and the old reliable fails to bring the smile back. The irony being that thousands would die to get into a situation like this, and here I am caring two hoots for the entire web around me. A web which provides me everything from the mundane physical comfort to a prosaic intellectual stimulation, everything but that elusive peace of mind. Does Geeta really address this issue and how relevant are its teachings today? Very much as PC would put it in his characteristic profound fashion or the nonchallant "take a hike" from Karcot.