When I get caught up in the throes of Life...

To be honest, this is sort of a crib post.
I haven't been enjoying myself at work too much lately. When I think of working, it's always with some bigger things in mind, with my eye on the target out in the distance...which sort of leads me to start losing focus on the little things right in front of me. Like the petty politics in the office. It's beyond me and I can't really cope much with it...to be honest, in the past week, I did seriously consider looking for options elsewhere but then, thankfully, along came the weekend.
I spent some time doing things I really like...took a long walk, spent an hour sitting down at the bridge gazing at the sunset behind the clouds and got my thoughts sorted out.
I now feel a little embarrassed at being overwhelmed by the burden of lesser mortals. I seemed to have forgotten why I was where I was...funny how I can settle into a cocoon and get very comfortable there too.
~Sigh~
But then, I took time late at night to remind myself I am not the one to be working all my life chasing money in a 9 to 5 job. I'm someone who is a little different, someone who derives more joy from the people around him than the material comforts surrounding him...and then it hit me hard...I've been taking so much time to chase money, I've started compromising on the time I give to the people I love...and I realised, I might be good at what I am doing but I am not at my best doing it...I am at my best doing this - closing my eyes, traveling to that world I call my own and then coming up with a rhyme at will...especially for her...

In your eyes,if you find,no beads of sleep,
Find my memories,embedded deep,
Heart,mind,body,soul and all that is me,
Are bound in your love and will keep you company,
On forlorn nights,if you think we're too far apart,
Listen to the wind,for I whisper 'We'll always be close, no matter how far...'

Top 10 Signs to tell if your Son is 24 and still Single...

10. You go shopping for clothes with him and he still looks at you to pick up something for him.

9. The only use he puts his phone to is for listening to music, playing games, surfing the net, reading books, clicking pics, a GPS device, using it as a remote for his laptop, etc, etc. and you suddenly realise, it was supposed to be used for making calls!

8. He still laughs when he receives a text message.

7. When his phone rings, it's an event! (Ah! So that's his ringtone is what you say to yourself!)

6. You still get to hear his phone ring!

5. You still have to force him to use a deodorant.

4. The last time you saw him comb his hair was...wait a minute...the last time you saw his hair groomed was when you combed it for him in 5th grade!

3. You can name at least 6 girls that you know are very good friends with him.

2. He still sleeps like a baby and turns in at 11!

and the top reason to know your son is still single?

1. You read his blog and find out!

(Mom, dad...pretend you did not read this...)

Depression and a Matrimonial!

I am at the depths of depression today. (Be forewarned…this one is another one of the cribbing and melodramatic posts that I put up occasionally!) Was listening to Bryan Adams (as usual…btw, if you are a Bryan Adams fan and if you haven’t heard his new album “11” I recommend you do so soon. It is disappointing the first time you hear it because there is nothing extra-ordinary in the album. It’s the same old tunes, sung in the same old Bryan Adams manner that we all are accustomed to and well, it is nothing different from any of his other albums. But the tunes were never his forte really were they? It’s that voice and more importantly the lyrics. Honestly, the first time around, it is rather pale but trust me, by the 11th time, you will be hooked and I’ll be damned if you aren’t crooning the songs along with him! It is like “IV” and just grows on you!)
Right, getting back to the depths of depression (see, I told you the album was great! I was out of the depths of depression just thinking about it there!) As I was saying, I was listening to Bryan’s album and one particular song that really is deep. The first line starts with “How come the best ones-are always taken?” and it hit me. The “BEST” ones are always taken! 23 years and I have never been taken! NEVER!!! Damn… so now I am certain of where I stand! And it took me so long to realize that the BEST ones are the ones that are taken! There go any last remaining hopes that I might have had of finding someone! I guess my only hope now is a matrimonial website… anybody know some good matrimonial sites?
Btw, I thought of a great matrimonial for myself! Goes something like this
“Bikram Snehi, Age 23, Height 5’11”, MBA,
Open-minded, willing to sacrifice career to be a house-husband to a
Career oriented wife, willing to adopt, open to extra-marital affairs,
No demands from prospective bride, no dowry shall be paid though!
Interested parties may contact by mail on bikramsnehi@gmail.com ”

An Echo...

I know you might have read this before but I am once again soul-searching and hence have these thoughts echoing back to me...
read it if you want to and have nothing better to do...


THE INSIGNIFICANCE OF MY EXISTANCE.

Please Comment!!!

I'm waiting here for you to speak,
My own thoughts now of repitition reek,
I wanna know what you feel,
Am I rambling needlessly or am I for real?

What I write does it make any sense,
Or is it all just immaterial in past, present and future tense,
Would you tell me what you think,
Or am I just that bad that I oughta sink?

Should I be writing thesis more often,
Or do my rhymes make your heart soften,
Do you even like what you are reading,
Or is it just nothingness that I'm weeding?

Please don't leave me guessing,
Say something cause your word is a blessing,
Don't leave me in a torment,
For heaven's sake, please do leave a comment!

Well Done...Now shut up!

Well, obviously enough, being smart and Bikram, aren’t quite a part of the same sentence often. Heck, I reckon it’s rarer than being smart and you are related to in the same sentence! Nonetheless, we all have our moments and then when we are finally applauded for making a smart point or for making a point that really put things in perspective, (alright, I’ll talk about me then!) when I finally do it, I feel so happy and elated! For the next umpteen days, I’ll be proud of my achievement and be egged on further! But all good things come to an end. It’s not long before I am back to making a fool of myself and soon before long, I realize my folly. “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than open your mouth and confirm it!” Right?

So be it. Silence shall ensue!

Some Cribbing

As some of you might be aware, I have been in the process of writing my memoirs for the past few years (?!) now. (Wow, it has actually been over a year!) and quite frankly, though I expected it to be good, it has actually turned out to be a drab read. Although, I still think I should get back to writing it again. Nonetheless, yesterday I sat down with my index of chapters that I thought I should include in the book and I realized that as is with the rest of my existence, the book really wasn’t turning out to be about me. It’s been more about all the people in my life. It’s been about the experiences we have shared, the whack and stupid decisions we have taken and more often than not, about all the misadventures we did partake. Nothing about me!
I wonder if that is a good or a bad thing when your autobiography hardly deals with your own life but with the rest of the world! Weird coming from me because not so long ago I had propounded a theory about the centre of the universe! Mine, it would seem, is centered around everybody else but me! Bah! I really am weird!
By the way, anybody out there think I should put the chapters up as a separate blog cause I really don’t see it getting published ever. Moreover, I need something to spur me on… these days I am facing a boredom crisis… surrounded by grand old men! I tell you, it’s so difficult to get these guys to do anything. Playing cricket seems a humongous task to them, a walk on the beach seems like a scaling of Everest…I really dunno what these guys could be gotten to do. I am contemplating hiding away in books again. And to think I was told that the world out there was a wonderful place… sadly though, it is…and I have no one to share it with!
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