One Day, Everyday.

What a waste of time! Same faces, same people, same thoughts. Hardly anything to distinguish one passing second from another... save the fact that a feeling of these seconds themselves lends expression to a progression of time.

7 a.m.
"Early morning, dreams galore... *sigh* I'm still here... I want more more more!"
Same morning. Like all other mornings. Time to join the world.
Same nagging voice, "Its office time silly, you still need to earn for a living".

7:15 a.m.
Chuck it! Its the same tooth brush. Why doesn't the newspaper have my name on it? *yawn* Because its the same as yesterdays.

9 a.m.
Looked out of the window... Its the same poodle... and the same girl whom I adore so much. Same day as yesterday *stamp*.

10 a.m.
Ah! the office of course. Its not the world! Its the office I need to join!
Same office :-| I wish I had something new today. Something that wasn't the same. But if wishes were horses then beggars like me would ride.

1 p.m.
*sigh* The same tasteless food. But who am I to complain. Nobody is supposed to complain. Only morons complain about same food being served everyday... I don't want to be a moron...

3 p.m.
sleep till you die... but complete your work first... *yawn*coffee*biscuits*diet coke*yawn*... sleep till you die... but complete your work first... (sung to the tune of beetles)

Oh, and before I forget... its the same tune as the day before's.

6 p.m.
Why do we need to discuss the same thing everyday...?

Reason: "We need something to talk."
Me: "But why does it always have to be the same!"

Reason: "Well... because its the most interesting topic."
Me: "I think I get you. I find it interesting too."

Reason: "Bingo!"
Me: "But why does it always have to be the same?!"

8:30 p.m.
Home, sweet home... forget your worries and roam...

Same food - PART II.

Why is something nagging in my head...
*Laptop->Start->vpn->Outlook* ... and why did the nagging go away now?

Strange is this world... and we the men of flesh and blood. Why should we know the answers to everything? It makes sense to keep doing the same things everyday without seeking answers...

10 p.m.
*dreamy eyes* Is that Elvis I see? Nah... Elvis is long dead...... I want those twinkling stars... But I cant have them as long as I'm the same me...
*sigh* Tomorrow will be same as today...

Preamble

Someone pointed out that my Orkut profile was way too big for mortals to hazard even an attempt to read it...

Thereafter it was decided to dump a major part of it in this blog... Here it is verbatim:
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Profile Version 3.0
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One year in world...
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Excerpts from an unresting psyche:

"Dreams, they are so abstract. They grow, shrink, change colors and metamorphose like living organisms. They accompany oneself like daemons from a faraway land... being creatures of magic and mystique...

What if dreams die? What if the sphere of life that was so carefully built and nurtured and caressed suddenly explodes and scatters? Only pieces remain. The psyche adapts fast. It needs to survive. It tries to recreate life from these pieces but the magic is already gone.

And therein lies the dilemma... Can one make sense of the senseless? create a universe out of nothing? or reclaim the soul which once held the hope of life... and which is now lost... forever.

The answer exists and it floats around in sublimity taking the form of thoughts at times... thoughts seeking answers. thoughts in pursuit of thoughts... thoughts giving rise to whirls of thoughts... thoughts from different worlds. eclectic thoughts. thoughts and thoughts....... like daemons from a faraway land...." *sigh*

Some floating thoughts:
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A haze remains of people who left,
Of memories sweet that make bereft ...
Sighs sublime in this aura black,
Beckoning moments, which'll never be back...

(For people who went away...)
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A life mystique, of mayhem and meed,
Split asunder, with treachery and greed ...
Shades infinite, hues that daze,
Of winds that sweep and fires that raze ...

(For all people who make my life wonderful and not so wonderful...)
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Souls entwine, enlace and depart,
And left thou art with a bleeding heart...
Thoughts churn but do not forgo,
The key... dont clutch hands, let people go...

(silence)
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Profile Version 1.0
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The good ol' college days...
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dreamer... dreaming engineer ...
... reverse engineering life ...

blue.pink.crimson.azure.black.white.yellow.


eccentric but not erratic...
anarchist but not chaotic...
a floating cloud...
a mystique profound...
humour humour and humour...
smiles smiles and smiles...

Profile Version 2.0
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When a dreamy lad of two and twenty lands up in real world:
Here I am ...
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Another Engineer from India, Bangalore … *sarcastically*
Poet suave, though a Dreamer more …
Code and Data are what I feed ...
Like Smiling, Smiling faces I need …
Lies I loathe, Hate gossip and folklore …

You could always find me by my notebook …
(And could even mistake me for a wily crook … )
I assure I’m nothing of the sort …
(Though sometimes I do exhort …)
Do understand, and forget whatever you mistook …

Limericks are what I intend to write …
Quite incomprehensible at first sight …
So that it is not hard to swallow …
aa..bb..a is the meter I follow …
Then sprinkle it with humor, to get it all right …

If you doubt the merit of any line …
(And assume that they aren’t mine …)
Something that you failed to see …
IS I don’t follow Ctrl-C Ctrl-V …
Doubtful still? Then join me for a cup of wine …

Dear Sir/Madam, if that puts you in surprise …
And is blurry to your worldly eyes …
I reckon you had a tough day …
And need some time away …
Go get some rest, and make yourself wise …

But wait, I pray you come back again …
Free you are and your time permits when …
To give poor me some company …
And to read these limericks many …
For they are meant to bring smiles and enliven …
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