Thursday, January 10, 2008

Musings !!

For good unknown sure is as not had, And had and yet unknown is as had not at all". Why, again??!! ( puzzlement with just a hint of exasperation) is my attempt at making sense of what life(that great equalizer) throws at me. A hotch-potch of ravings, idiosyncracies and ephiphanies that I hope to amass in the vain(?) hope that at the end of the day, it might just define me. I do dream the dream. Only, I can never quite seem to remember what it was about.

Some reasons to be proud if you are a Mechanical Engineer.

Got this one from someone by mail. Couldn't resist from posting this. Some reasons to be proud if you are a Mechanical Engineer. (Ofcourse there are a lot of reasons for you to worry if you are one )
    * Make a way for mighty mex or get screwed. Machines Rule the World, We rule the machines........
    * No fluctuation,,No error Coz Royal mech will rule forever.....[Fluctuation is for E&c, Error for Csc]
    *  2 yrs ago logical 1 yr ago digital. 4ever its MECHANICAL
    * "Fear of mexx is the beginning of wisdom"
    * We r studs...We screw from both sides.
    * Once it was constructional then it was logical, it was sinusoidal but for ever it was mechanical
    * If u r not living life on the edge u r simply taking too much space....mexx attitude
    * 1. Air - aerodynamics
      2. Water - fluid mechanics, hydrostatics, dynamics
      3. Fire - Thermodynamics,temperature, cryogenics
      4. Sky - vacuum
      5. Earth - Metallurgy, casting
    * Harmony with the nature, than any other creature.
    * We mech--- WE MOVE THE WORLD!!!
    * They came...They saw... But mech conquered.
    * We build Machines, that builds machines.
    * ALL ARE NOT FOOLS..................SOME CHOOSE MECH!
    * "Hammer rules the world" no one can replace us
    * Give me a lever long enough & much space to stand I will move whole the earth.
    * "No BUGS to kill, no CIRCUITS to fill.... V r born to rule".... V r da MeChIz
    * "We are the ones ur mom had warned u about!"
    * "We always screw safely!"
    * We r the gears of tomorrow

Empty and Running On !!!

Somedays you wake up wondering where you are. Time, space, alarm and music juggle your neurons, making you disoriented. At times like this you feel like you dropped from the sky, where you were soaring on diaphenous wings a minute back. Reality kills oh so slowly.
You stumble through the routine, mind wandering through endless mazes. Eat, brush, bathe, shit, it all goes on, ruthlessly, every single day. You are forced to do these
things, all of them. If you don't want to, you are harrassed and ostracized by the mere definition of normal in most minds. You wear your clothes, put on the smile and
walk out into the deafening sunlight.
You meet those people who call you friend. Casually wonder what they think, how they really feel inside. Listen well, and you can hear the hurt and the pain, the yearning to be heard, the effect of years of indifference and misunderstanding. It doesn't affect you anymore. It used to, though. Everyone learns sooner or later. You care too much, and one day they will choke you. So become cold, atleast that way you do it yourself.
Lunch, office, cabin, friends, boss, just people, all the same, all the same. Even you, you are the same, just like them. We are the same, little ants running around in an anthill. Never knowing their lives are a mess, a futility, a defined period of time before being smashed under a toddler's foot.
Back for dinner. You see the same old faces, wiser by the passing of a few hours. This second that you will not get back, not this one, not the next. Each cell is older, weaker, more ready to give up. Why does everyone seem so blah and unreal. You hate their expressions. You just want to run away. Get away from the looks and the thousand little subtilities. The traditions, the robotic crap, the phonyness, everything. Even the pretending that empathy exists.
You lay awake, staring at the stains on the ceiling. No point to the day, not like there ever is. You will fade into unconsciousness soon. Dead, but not rotting just as yet. The brief hours you feel less animalistic and nearly alive. You feel one whole day closer to eternal rest. I'm running on empty. But thats life and is beautiful...

Moving On!!

They had been together for many a year,
Now all he can feel is fear.
He gave all that he could give,
It just wasn't the way she wanted to live.
She left without a backward glance,
Not even giving their love a chance.
He often wonders what he could have done,
To keep her from going on the run.
Now he is living all alone,
With nothing he can call his own.
He can barely make himself eat,
Wondering if his life will again be complete.
This man is now moving along,
Building his courage, and becoming strong.
Only Time will heal his broken pride,
Toward the sunrise his heart will glide.

Tears !!!

I look up
as a tear rolls slowly
down my cheek
I think about those better days
and wonder if I'll feel that way again
you look at me
with those eyes I know so well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though you're always in control
But not today
not now
Now you look so scared
like for once you don't have the answer
I gaze at you
looking deep into those hazel eyes
Hoping to understand
why you've said those things you just did
I wonder for a moment
if this is all a dream
if I shall wake in the morning
and be relieved
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen
slowly pull me towards you
and wipe the tears from my cheek 

For a Better Tomorrow

She can feel the pain
and also the sorrow.
She doesn't want to go on.
So she prays for a better tomorrow.
It's hard for her to cope.
She'd like to runaway.
In her heart she knows
that she can't stay.
You can see the sadness
deep within her eyes.
She would like to stop the madness,
but instead, she just cries.
She prays for strength to move ahead.
To survive another day.
She pleads for the courage to be brave
so she can simply walk away.