The Theory of Centroid

Full Credits to my promised-I-Hope not, ever to BE for planting the idea in my head.

The seed rested well, germinated and is ready to sprout. It is called The Theory of Centroid. The Center of Mass lies there, the Point "G" for an A (Chubby and White) for a B (Skinny and Dimpled) and for a C (Skinny and Sarcastic). A,B,C and G are real people, unreal complications with unsaid but known secrets! For I know, how cryptic I can get and how I try not to simplify, they are Friends. I wonder what happened to age old concept of the Circle and the Trust. But knowing how extraordinary lives we live, the Circle of Trust never fits in, Nor can we.

Point "G" (One Dimensional Thinking, shall I excuse you!) is the one that connects them all. Like a Data Center it holds all our "Takes" on People and their Lives. It knows where is the problem and Who is the solution (OH YES! there is always a Who as a solution to a What!) . It exactly knows the reason for a sarcastic comment or an all Black attire. It communicates, it connects, it is actually the center that holds A, B and C together. For all we can wonder, how equidistant are they, or how equally distant they will be without Point "G". They know the little details at A's workplace, the Little-Black Dress B bought and the Party C crashed, all the information stored secured in G's ever filling disk space. If G crashes or is influenced by a Virus ( Point "G" is gullible ) and decides to wander, the triangle will stay but empty in the core.

I lament the fact, that Circle of Trust did not exist. It used to be clearer in the Theory of Circle, either you are in or out. There was nothing left to doubt and assumptions. Here, even if the Centroid shifts, the balance is disturbed. Disturbance felt, tremors recorded, things displaced and slowly one waits for the balance to be restored. Just Imagine, the situation where the Point "G", decides to take a stroll and never returns! So as long as the walk and think for the Point "G" is not long, A B and C, can wait. Imagine the chaos when they start talking directly! How much can we know?!!!

"Time Out"

I was almost living a life oblivious to the concept of Time Out. Time Out, it sure made me ponder, so much so that when "MY Love" ( I guess it is still appropriate to irk when you are "timing out" ) decided to take it, I was almost supportive. But there is a flip side. Or there are just some Nasty ones, temporarily residing on the east bank of River Hooghly (Please get the drift) who will need a reason to understand the concept, interesting as it is. The same creature who used to be the center of all the prattle and blabber, needs a "Oh what went wrong" Story. They will create one if they don't have one. So there goes a thing you need to handle, when you finally decide to emerge out of your "Time Out" Snail Shell. Either you give answers or you withdraw again in that shell you used while hibernating. Is Time Out, a seasonal phase. Can be? A winter one perhaps. Winter, especially post 31st December, often makes you feel, I can be the Change I want to be! And there goes the series of Resolutions (I will quit smoking, YEAH RIGHT!!) and a single time out.
What do you exactly do during Time Outs. The thing for sure is, you do not communicate. That will be so difficult and withdrawn (Unlike most of us) ! Anyway, We saw your updates, WAIT constant updates. Lets simplify. So you do not communicate with the people you have already communicated about your Time OUT! And peculiar it is, but you think. Think about what now? No Clue. Be like the Solitary Reaper. Big Thoughts, or no thoughts. All is granted with a smile, and patience for there will be a broadcast again, that I am out of TIME OUT! Meaningless, Aimless so it was.
If Time Out really is a time to retrospect, there is a place for that. We call those the "scenic beauties". Brood to glory, out of your Network, Silence and I. As long as you cannot take those, because of certain leave crunch at your workplace, or otherwise, the fake and small ones won't work for you Darling, or anyone.

Enough said! I shall "TIME OUT" now.
( For the nasty one on the bank of Hooghly: There is no story! ) :P

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... ! :(