Cheers, Ladies!!

Boyfriends are like wine. They take a long time to mature. But by the time, they have attained that maturity and always wanted and wished flavour, one of us will decide to move on. Then sitting by a coffee house, with a lonely cup of Irish coffee, one will wonder that why your ex- boyfriend dating your best friend's friend is so much into her and why you were a dirty green old couch for him then! The process of vinification starts from choosing the right grapes till bottling the finest wine and placing a cork. This placing of cork, is a metaphor (for if it was not clear to not so deep readers) pointing to the "I want my useless non-productive independence" and "I cannot live my ordinary good for nothing life with him" part! The part where you walked out on him banging the door with a thud, the thud that was a prelude to wet tissues, lot of surfing and not visiting a parlour phase!
A sparkling glass of wine is rarely enjoyed by people working in a vineyard! Ignoring the few indulgent instances it is always and meant to be "for sale". Whatever you have gone through, in turning that sour non-exquisite grape into red toxic liquid was never meant for your kitchen or your dinner table. So, those of you enjoying your wine- smelling him, nosing him, drinking him- should be grateful to that wretched-may be lonely next door girl, who used her expertise in transforming him! For all you know, your hard work is stacked in some other cabinet far far away from you and your place.
The question which often deludes me is what happens to the empty bottles! These men oops the wine bottles are then fit for one kind of market- the matrimony market! Show me a wine which went to a collector's cabinet without enjoying its fame in the market! None for that matter, for the title is redeemed only after much tasting testing and refining!
The time is to check your behaviour- the one of a buyer or the one of a maker. Because if you want to make him you will lose him and if you want to enjoy him you will keep him till his matrimony date (read expiration date). Laughing out loudly, for all the queer breed who believe in one wine bottle for life, are sure missing on some happiness (read tipsiness) and are doomed to be deprived. How selfish can you be, brewing that exquisite brand and drinking it all by yourself!

(Disclaimer: Not applicable to my wine bottle- Hypocrisy!)

Scroll and Ink

Scroll and ink on a floating grey blimp,
Looking outside, in sky so bluish pink,
A cup of tea, and plans to be made,
Happy smiles, Memoirs slightly fade,
A lecture and presentation lined up next,
Midnight lamp focused on academic crest,
A professor, intentionally acting dense,
No one around, emotions behind a fence!
A false hearing, and attendance troubles,
Someone petite, nervous reading fumbles,
And a day is long, for laptops always live on,
Nights when all work, Mornings drowns in snores!
All the schedules and efforts to readjust now,
It’s a lazy place, a lazy life so much in frown,
The bid to enter something brilliant anew!
All stands alone, for there are happy few.

The Week

The week that went by was a mixed bag, and not only of emotions and experiences but people, their reaction, celebrations and places. How static one can feel (No public transport) and how quick one can travel (the metro) is all roped into a day. With a night where you have a minimum of two blankets wrapped till your head and still shivering to a night where the Delhi’s heat was never made more evident! To an instance when you were made to feel correct about your selection of entering technology driven telecom sector to a friendly assignment where your taste and creativity made someone happy. The week was also the lab where the range of my character was tested. From a sheer act of kindness and compassion which made my wardrobe as inviting as possible to a quick abandonment on the pretense of a busy or made busy time restricted schedule! How a person can irritate and make you feel sorry about your state to how that same person can make you feel special! To a talkative and cheerful girl next door to an all serious do not disturb corporate snob. And it is not about emotional hues which I could analyze now, but how health can reward and penalize in a week’s time. From a night where you were awake and not cribbing because it was someone’s birthday to a night where you cannot sleep because of an addiction to a television series. Still living in the moment when I chose someone close over my friends (read CP) and then reminded of an incident when I chose my friends over someone related. This week also saw a “Good Morning” with a smiley from a long forgotten friend to a surprise phone call to make a plan and meet! A week where I had the most delicious lunch in most stringent condition to a dinner in best of the places but still nothing great! To a week of waiting and calling and finally been rewarded by a project which will add brownie points to my professional resume. From a chit-chat at lunch with an acquaintance who is now a permanent member of my friend’s list to a week where a sweet new girl reminds me of my kiddo sister. The week of appreciation and sour criticism where my poems where called trashy and fake attempts and then later endorsed in public! The week where I planned to shop till I drop but when actually in the mall shopped for someone else! The week which looks ages ago but still technically ended yesterday for me! Monday Blues always tagging the beginning.

Corporate ain't radical !

For the people starting another day,
Paths shiny treading on a gold way,
Sunglasses and clatter of those heels,
Mind so confused analyzing the deal,
Shiny shoes and a matching mauve tie,
Chicken breast and an ordered minced pie!
Purse Strings lose and lenses green in want,
Corporate towers and silent alleys haunt!
A flight due to a forlorn lonely place,
Child left behind, but still in haste!
Attrition and Life Cycles walk the talk,
People being killed, no time shall dock,
Pink Papers and Pink Slips in hand,
Long gone is the time, for a rock band,
Blackberry is new and so is the dress,
Tear no concern but fear the bad press,
House is tall and lanky and up state,
Money is the treasure, life on a bait!
AC Conference halls and aesthetic lobbies,
No time to stare or even ponder over a hobby,
And time flies before you will get promoted,
Filling the shelves with things unaccounted,
Things will stay and people shall fare,
Coughing alone, and no one to even care,
Then you will finally stop and stare around,
To a house full of antiques, paintings of hound!
You will curse and blame this sabbatical,
Still believing that corporate ain't radical... ! :(