Walls

Some walls are built to keep out something,

Then there are others that are built to hold it all in,

Some walls are built ‘cause so we choose,

Then there are others that come up ‘cause of a bruise,

Some walls form foundations of strength,

Then there are those that are weak with a dent,

Some walls we guard with all our might,

Then there are those that we keep out of our sight,

Some walls that are built up from the ground,

Then there are those that up in the air can be found,

Some walls that we’d never like breached,

Then there are those that we hope someone beyond will have reached,

Some people that will never be able to walk beyond a few walls,

Then there are some that you let float across them all…

The Unemployment List!

So now that NMIMS seems to hold no hopes in terms of job prospects, here are the things on my unemployment list:

1. Figure on the NPA list of State Bank of India.
2. Become a ROCKSTAR.
3. Go around the country in $8.
4. Write more of my morose poems.
5. Write a book.
6. Write testimonials for everyone on my orkut friend list.
7. Try-out the 'house-husband' matrimonial I'd written for myself just in case of such a situation.
8. Womanise...(ummm...ok, we can strike this one off...i doubt i'd get anywhere with women with my unemployed arse...and my bike...and...ummm, i think that's enough...i dont wanna shatter the little self respect i have left for myself!)
9. Spend hours sleeping on the beach.
10. Oh...and maybe enter politics!

:P

So there you go, the ten things to-do on my unemployment list!

MY LIFE, MY PURSUIT...

No matter how hard I try, I can't convince myself that what I have is what I want because it isn't. It's my greatest flaw, I can lie to the world with the greatest of ease but I can't lie to myself and convince myself into accepting a compromise...what I want is what I need...anything else, is irrelevant. I am addicted to realism, to the truth, no matter how bitter it is. Only if it is real, is it ever gonna be good enough...if not, I couldn't settle for it, not for a day.
It's not that I haven't tried, I have. Done all that I can to be a part of the human race that moves from one day to the next in the simple hope of the hope that the next day promises...somehow, hope is worthless to me. I love what I have although at this point of time, all I have is everything that I do not...but that is the way I like it, all or nothing. If my heart is set, I will pursue it till my dying day, perhaps pulverising to dust everything that I possibly could have had if I gave up on my unrealistic dreams...but I refuse to do that. No matter how fruitless my cause, it is the fuel for my life. I shall pursue it, fruitlessly if so it should be, all my life...ironically though, my pursuit lies defined in not pursuing. I cannot wake up to a morning where I let myself believe that this is good enough...I know what is good enough and in it's pursuit shall my mortal days be spent. No matter the pain and the disappointment, this is what gets the adrenaline flowing, that defines me, that gives me purpose, that makes me feel alive...I refuse to be the living dead. This is my life...

Thank you once again for your time...

BIKRAM WISODM

"Information is wielded as power by lesser mortals trying to assert themselves as greater than those that actually are."


Disagree if you must but that is the truth. Those using information assymetry to their advantage are simply afraid and know they are inept at being competitive in a fair contest. They will do everything they can to ensure that there never exists a state of transparency and create a situation where one person knows more than the other, the one person being them of course! Oh, and if you meet someone along the way who will use the phrase 'INFORMATION IS POWER' to justify whatever it is they are doing, please slap the impotent fool for me...or send them a link to this post.

Thank you for your time...

Unbreakable

Was an eagle that loved to soar high,
Nothing could ever keep him outta the sky,
Always one to break away from the pack,
Would pull them along, who ever held him back,
And he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
Got himself burnt but the phoenix wasn't quite done,
Within a spirit that would never let him give way,
Stood on strong to fight another day,
Though he lies motionless, nothing could hide his zeal,
And we gather around waiting for his wounds to heal,
Loved ones whose tears blame a fate unjust and vile,
And he still finds the strength to comfort us with his smile...

Inspirations from 'World's Fastest Indian'

"They say oft you can live more in minutes than you could in a lifetime,
But if I justify my life with that, it'd be a heinous crime,
I reckon I oughta be making the most of this life since I'm already in it,
Instead of living in minutes, maybe I oughta be living every minute!"

From a line where he explains why he loves riding the Scout '45 though the danger to life is more than apparent...he says "Sometimes you can live more in a few minutes than others could in a life-time!"

"To soar high when eagles dare,
I wonder if they must know somehow,
That if you really wanna be somwhere,
You oughta go there right now,
For later you may or may not mourn,
But when you reach there, you'll realise you're already gone!"

From a line where he explains why he wants to go to Bonneville despite the fact that his neighbours think little of his wanton efforts...

Is a girl I know n we never see eye to eye,

It’s the disagreements though that bring our friendship to life,

Takes pleasure does she in chiding me around,

Yet without her, in college I could never be found,

Sometimes we talk on endlessly,

But more often it’s the silence that we cherish blissfully,

Neither of us, ever short of words,

But when nothings being spoken, is when everything’s been heard,

The girl that I think is most fun to be with,

Sometimes gets me with her charm but mostly with her wit,

The spice that adds tang to my day,

Damn…I’m missing you so much…if I may so say…

Lemme tell you of this friend of mine,

Haven’t known him for too long a time,

Speaks a language that is his own,

Every sentence with a bit of profanity thrown,

Yet never is it offensive, his manner or tone,

Held close by all to whom he is known,

Always the guy that’s just a call away,

Not for us, for his gal I say!

The friend that sticks by through thick n thin,

Sometimes my partner for the mess I’m in,

I love talking endlessly to the bloke,

Sometimes over meals but mostly over smoke,

He’s the part of Bombay that I really like so,

Heck…I wrote him a poem…well what do you know!

Was a boy as simple as could be,

Never without a smile him did we see,

Yet for those who knew him well,

Knew the layers that below did dwell,

The hopes, the dreams…n just a few fears,

But always the first one to wipe away your tears,

Far apart from all the rest,

Those who know you as a friend, know you as their best…

Lush green mountains and a narrow winding road,

Just a whisper of my footsteps and the distant croak of a toad,

All the solitude I could ask for and perhaps a little more,

Nature’s haunting beauty as if taken from the pages of an old folk-lore,

At peace with myself and my thoughts take wings,

Abstract ideas and hidden emotions to the fore that this now brings,

Almost heaven might it’ve been so complete was my bliss,

Your absence next to me, perhaps the only thing amiss…