A Parting Shot

Every 1-in-a-100 child in India today is born with a cause -
That, to slog in an IT firm without a pause,
For a US, UK, or as in my case, a Chinki boss.
Appraisal, Appreciation, On-site, Award - 4 claws in their jaws.
No-peace, no-life, no-family - these remain the hidden clause.
Efficiency is must - late-nights, weekends are but workers' flaws,
"Work smart, one needn't work hard - why be an ass, be a horse!
Must keep 'em busy, for it's the rolling stone that gathers no moss."

Enough of bull-shit, I now decide to abandon the laws,
Call it my audacity, or, the empathizers may applause.
1-in-a-100 I said, you may now deduct 1 from the gross,
Blame it on my herd-mentality, for into the other 99 I cross.

flying to flee?

All omens are perfect. Got up early in the morning. It's drizzling since morning, cool, perfect weather. Watched a perfect soft-romantic, fairy-tale kind-of a movie, where u know everything's gonna be alright in the end - The Nannies' Diary. Went through few more pages of 'India After Gandhi' (everything wasn't perfect there..the imperfectness is narrated perfectly though!). Talked to Murti (d housekeeper) with the politeness of yore after quite sometime (and it wasn't a conscious effort!). It's a long weekend, today (friday) is a holiday too, on account of Good Friday..holy Good! And ofcourse, the thing that started it all - I have put my resignation at office!
Though somewhere inside there is this fear as well. The weekend is long, but Monday remains a grim reality.

Changing Times?

His aspirations have changed? He then would be Amitabh of Deewar, now when he is watching Amitabh of Suryavansham, the younger one, he can’t help crying – not at his plight but at the egoless, selfless him. It’s perhaps the realization that he can never be him. And that he would want to be him.