Teens to Toons

Industrial Relations. A well made PPT. A well organized Presentation. A nice relaxed completion. Nine giggling peers in the corner. A presentation made to run for forty minutes with no contribution from anyone else. A team of ten, I stood alone. "and to the last slide" after forty minutes of intricacies into worker-union-management relations. I finish, announce for "any questions". None came my way. Then the professor claps. Everyone does too. Then comes the blow, "Well done presentation, with help from your seniors." A charge of plagiarism. I could have died a thousand deaths. Something in me died. I went ballistic. I asked him about what he meant. He went on, telling us about last years work that he done. I interrupted, categorically stating that the work was mine and I standby whatever comes next. Life for me is about standing true and I did. I don't care who he is, what he can. I made it a point, to make him understand everything. I stand alone...

Most corporations fail to tolerate the creative fanatic who has been the driving force behind most major innovations. Innovations, being far removed from the mainstream of the business, show little promise in the early stages of development. Moreover, the champion is obnoxious, impatient, egotistic, and perhaps a bit irrational in organizational terms. As a consequence, he is not hired. If hired, he is not promoted or rewarded. He is regarded as "not a serious person", "embarrassing", or "disruptive" - James Brian Quinnn I just hope I remain one.. while I last.

I have often believed that life is about moments. Moments that have defined us, our way of life, our life... in totality. Sometimes I even have this defining sense of the absurdity that pervades my world. Two years and a day to this day... I changed. It was like the changing of a course by a river. It was akin to tectonic shifting of the plates beneath. The day she just went away. I still remember it crystal. I remember it like no other thing in my life. The pain that engulfed me, dulled my senses, lowered me into a state of constant irritation, pain and anger. I was pulled into the abyss of irrationality. I promised myself and repromised, but to no avail. She was to me, a lot more than I gave her credit for, and certainly far far more than what she thought. In a certain sense, she was more to me than me myself. Somehow I think I had never been able to express that. I still can't. I take people who I take to, I consider them mine, thus regardless of them needing emotional support,

I have been thinking of copying this piece I wrote.. a damn emotive crappy piece.. something that i like.. something that defines my existence... but I am too lazy to even put it down on the blog... am too tired... am too tired... am too tired...

"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.".... Isn't this quite true... The original from the movie... "Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. I see all this potential and i see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly w

Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Even though the morning's lull, and the sky is dull, afternoon may be bright, it may, after all be right. Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Guess you are curious, might even be starry-eyed, someday you will know, why i have shied. Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Why we walk together, wonder it could be another, distances are what i fear, losing you who is near. Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Before we know better, walk on and on, till you cannot see, what you've passed on. Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Kindness is not what I deserve, better purpose it may serve, let me be what I resemble, A spent sigh and a tremble. Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Turn away, Stranger, Turn away Before it's too late, Move on, It's my fate, Turn away, Stranger, Turn away

I read my mails from IITK times... Pune times.. I love them.. the depth .. the immaturity.. the feeling of being invincible... The feeling of being mature... sane... insane... all of it at the same time.. "zindagi bitaane ke liye kar rahe hai jatn".. this line from a 21 year old.. and me on that... Sometimes it is just the disappointment that makes everything around me hazy.. makes me zany... People come and blame me.. People come and talk about her.. People come and make me think... Kuchh nahin to yahin sahii..ki bas ab itnaa hi bachaa hai... bataana bhi ho to kise bataaye

Two years with no regrets... Just that I could complete my novel... Just that I could not gather enough courage to start a company... Just that I could not mature enough... Just that I could see the light in the darkness... ahh... there are so many... I could just go on and on.. Ending with lines ... "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way"... I agree... my mails are boring... Just keep your one-liners coming... If only they has kept coming..