Mindblog

Just thought I'd kick off the new year with a poem which really appeals to me and reminds me of the harsh realities of life. Frost, very simply puts it in words, which rise up and punch me in the face every time I read these lines! Hope you get something meaningful from this! Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping. And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch-hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question 'Whither?' Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a ...

My dear blog. As is customary, I apologize for abandoning you time and time again. You would be glad to know that I am in one of those moods today where I can write on and on. It is sad that I am not in these moods more often. Waking up at random hours while in college, how I used to produce scripts to shame Oscar winners (at least what I used to think!), gone are those days, I long for them, I crave the innocence. While I am at it, might as well give you an update of the on's and happenings in my wretched and boring(super boring) life. I sit here at 12.00am Saturday morning, fully aware that I don't have work to get up to, aware that I can sleep, aware that I have a million things pending, which will bring me up from my slumber with a thud. The feeling of dis-satisfaction with life has overcome me in the last few months, the reason for which I search like Holmes in a haystack. The emptiness which has filled me, has caused a void, never felt before. I am not one to express such...

It shall all be fine, this time will fly you shall remember the time gone by and laugh at miseries naive tears of joy shall trickle hence shall be forgotten the trust shall be forgotten the mist the fist of anger once portrayed shall vanish in the gleam of bliss time shall fly by sweet child all that remains will be the red sky this sky shall be for the one who follows the letter thence be opened forgotten the notes of suffocation the time shall fly by oh sweet one this time shall come not again shall not be the end though this each phase will thus arise shall you go through the cycle again it shall repeat beware itself hence red skies will reappear shall you remember this phrase once again for gleam and joy will fill your face

The title may say a lot. Many people would fit in their whole life story in these confines. As for me, I talk short term. The story is ongoing! The last month has been, as always is and always will be, a circus of random jumping, skipping from one pillar to another, from one post to the other. In of matter of three weeks, I have been living it up in crowded and exuberant London, royal Edinburgh, and the wee green city Glasgow. A good lucky shot at a job opportunity has seen me changing my job from an Inventory Auditor to a Visa Submissions Officer and Operations trainee! Fortunate as it was, I am back to Glasgow. Having got the chance to live in London for a few weeks, I wouldn't advise anyone to go there unless he/she has a job which pays truck loads of dough! All said and done, it was an experience in itself. Everyone going about their day with the look of absolute professionalism, not even a hint of flinching to say a courteous hi or hello, no way! I did realize this though, on...