The last time I had slept twenty hours on the trot was when I messed up.Now I think after rejecting Standard Chartered, Price Waterhouse Coopers and Dr Reddy's, I have messed up again. But anyhow it won't matter after life has ended. This mistake won't endure after I am gone.I had wanted to write for a long time, long long time but it makes no love to me anymore. Infact it looks back at me and laughs at me. Laughs at me for the sole reason that I am not fidel to it.Long times, lost times, madness, coolness have left me and All I do is pretend. All my business ideas lie rotten, hating me in the silence, mouthing unheard obscenties for the lack of courage that I have shown, even after they have revealed themselves to me.I want to have the courage to make it upto them. I love you... my ideas.. you are ones which distinguish me from the masses. You are my children, you are my hope.Don't desert me ever.
When the last tree has fallen,
When the last drops of water are polluted,
When the last bird ceases to sing,
Will “they” realize that money cannot be eaten.
Reading these somewhat crazy lines, I was joyous, at being finally able to have convinced myself, that this human race has faintest of hopes of living out the new century. I had been troubled for a pretty long time at, what seems to me, a race to extinction.
I am an educated, liberal and informed individual. Having been educated at the best of the institutions, I developed a deep admiration for Mother Nature and her so “wily” ways. Listening to my Guru and his talks on “biomimetic” methods, I sensed a deep concern in him. Of late, all he talked of was “Green” Chemistry.
I connect to people, people my age and people “not” my age, irrespective of who and what they are, thanks to my rootless upbringing. I used to be appalled at how short sighted “genuinely” gifted men can be. Talks of Dollar salaries, Ivy League scholarsh...
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