Metro Pace: Latest Office Updates

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This mega office complex,
Bustling with vivacious youth,
Will get replaced as years pass,
By a fat aging populace.

This mega food plaza,
Serves junk @ exorbitant rates,
With these young lavish executives,
Busily, happily, lappin' up every bit!

Yes, I can see the impending onslaught,
Of fierce lifestyle diseases,
Coming to envelop our vibrant shores,
A' la' tsunami waves!

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I can see the singletons disappear,
In the bliss of wedlock;
I can hear the colour changing,
Of animated conversations!
From about 'boyfriends', 'nagging moms',
'Hip bars 'n' parties', new 'weekend getaways';
To about 'husbands', 'in-laws',
'Cooking', 'holiday plans in exotic locales';
And then about 'maids' & 'kids'- their 'tantrums',
About 'bigger cars'; 'super-luxury homes'; 'smarter gadgets'.

All in the 'piling money' race,
All stuck in the metro pace.

Then one day they become old,
They momentarily slow down,
And wonder- "Did LIFE just pass...
Before our very own eyes...??"

ON@CC

"One, a medium amount of intelligence, & two, a bit of imagination."
"Third, is self-confidence."
"The fourth ingredient is the most painful one. And it is something all of you still need to learn. B'coz it is often the most important thing", God said.
"Failure."
"To be really successful, you must face failure. You have to experience it, feel it, taste it, suffer it. Only then can you shine", God said.

"For, once you taste failure, you have no fear. You can take risks more easily. Then you don't want to snuggle in your comfort zone anymore- you are ready to fly. And success is about flying, not snuggling."
"So, here is a secret. Never be afraid of failure. If it has come your way, it means I want to give you a real shot at being successful later", God said.




P.S: Forgive me if U can't understand what exactly is ON@CC. Even I can't! I got this From My Treasure Trove (back of old engineering notebook). My memory fails to expand the title. Surely it would be having a very meaningful expansion, relevant to those times. Or maybe timeless.

Pale Pride

U make a mockery,
Of everythin'; of everyone.
U shred them to bits,
Keep findin' faults.

Like a black blanket,
Ever ready to shroud the goodness;
Ur pleasure lies in takin' the sting out,
Of every poor unstingin' li'l thing.

God save your soul,
For never findin' the right,
Staring at your face;
U love to come first in,
Ur own unruly li'l race.

U cannot tolerate,
The right done or said!
Someone else makes more sense-
This U simply cannot accept!

Still the grand dreams,
Of ruling the world,
From the higher power echelons;
Still the splendid succor,
In Ur self-aggrandized humor!

And so U pale out,
Caught in Ur own oxymorons.
U try to redeem Urself,
But alas! The damage has been done!

Quit Ur false pride,
Before callin' Urself learned;
One cannot know EVERYTHING right,
Is first applicable to Ur own SELF!

What is it about music that it makes U remember things U prefer to forget?

I turned my face to look outside. The breeze felt cold, particularly along two lines on my cheeks. I touched my face. Damn, I couldn't believe I was crying.

Tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly. But why? The music playing far away in the background. It took me to one of the days in my past that I abhor. The deep sense of hurt, loss, dejection, regret, despair, resentment- all came flooding back to my heart. And tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly.

I've realised this over time. The songs I've loved the most, I've later started detesting. Coz they started to be associated with resentful memories. Coz they held the key to opening the door to those painful, helpless moments. Coz they zapped, sapped away the positive energy of my present. And then I am left with only my tears.

So I preserve MySelf. I detest those songs so much that I gradually forget its lyrics, then its tune. I liberate MySelf from the shackles, the chains those songs have with the deepest fathoms of my soul. Of course, these chains clink again when out of nowhere, the same music starts playing again.....

I n the deep, dark woods,

H ope to find your home.
A bhor the cruel city life-
V icious cycle of strife, where you,
E legantly live

A nd

D rown in your elegance;
R emember despite it all that,
E xquisite living,
A nd lust for materialism-
M ake no substitute for a: Life of Service.....