HUMBUG !!!!

'Twas the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed,
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks,
I have good mind to scrap the whole works.

I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa" - what do I hear?
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night,
The elves want more money - The reindeer all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids,
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better,
Those assholes from IRS sent me a letter.

They say I owe taxes - if that ain't damn funny,
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?
And the kids these days - they all are the pits,
They want the impossible... Those mean little shits.

I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds,
Assembling dolls... Their arms, legs and heads.
I made a ton of yo yo's - No request for them,
They want computers and robots... they think I'm IBM!

If you think thats bad... just picture this,
Try holding those brats... with their pants full of piss.
They pull on my nose - they grab at my beard,
And if I don't smile... the parents think I'm weird.

Flying through the air... dodging the trees,
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees.
I'm quitting this job... there's just no enjoyment,
I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

There's no Christmas this year...now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde... I'm going SOUTH for the season!!

A dream

He leaned back in his chair…. Looking on quietly… unable to tear his eyes away even for a second…
Looking at her as she lay curled up against the huge pillow… eyes closed… peace written all over her face…
She looked so much younger….dwarfed against that huge cushion… he could almost see the reflection of the child she had been….the worry lines around her eyes seemed to fade as she smiled…
He wondered what she was dreaming…. Would he be in those dreams ?

His smile faded as he realized… it would soon be time to wake her up…
There were others who had a greater claim to her time than he did… and they would soon begin wondering where she was…
She had come to him directly from the airport… and he feared the questioning “raised eyebrow” looks they would get…
Well…it would be faced when the time came… something had to be done…

Until then… it was time to end the dreams…

the seeking

They walked across the endless plains… no destination in mind
No destination….
But with a purpose firmly etched in their minds
With a hope of meeting their destiny and embracing it…
They walked….
Heedless of the hot sands and the cool grasses
Headless of shady forests and towering ruins….
They walked….
Their passing disturbed shadows and the beasts stirred…. Watching from a far with malevolent eyes…

Chasing the darkness which seemed to flee… forever a step ahead… but always tantalizingly within reach…They walked….

Stumbling upon a page from the past

Tinkering around… visiting a few blogs… I came across a familiar name….
A name I haven’t thought about for a long time…and on the rare occasions I do remember…it’s with disdain tempered by a pinch of confusion.
But once that name was synonymous with every thought…with every plan for the future…

Interestingly…I expected to read this person’s blog and feel a rush of memories flood in… but that just did not happen…
As I read on…into older and older posts…looking for something I could identify with… I came to realize… that if what this person has written reflects the true personality, then I never knew or understood who this person actually was.
Not in one single post could I see “my version” of that person….

Was I simply blind ? or was I misled ?

In a way, it’s a relief…
And in some others… a disappointment

Sometimes I think I have a perverse desire to dig into the past and bring up questions like ….How ? Why ? and all that… I guess many of us do that…
Either way… it’s a chapter well left buried…

Of gods and men....

I recently read an article with the above title and it struck me as quite pretinent.... are we, as indians, truly as proud of our diversity as we tell the tourists ? Or is is just another tag line for the globalising India... "Unity in Diversity" yey !!... while nursing in our hearts contempt for those weird accented foreigners who somehow became part of "OUR" india.I doubt there are many among us who have not used reagionalism or religion to vent on those "Intellectually pseudo bongs" or those "Rude and uncouth punjabis" and so on and so forth... the best of us have done it...
Gods were once icons of hope...prosperity...love...now all they represent ( whether we admit it or not ) is hate. well..."now" is of course not the apt word...its been going on for centuries...around the world...but i would like to think we'ed have evolved as humans by now.... instead we seem to be degenerating into the dark ages once again.
Being a staunch supporter of globalisation and a firm believer in capitalism.... I think these are the religions that will see us through and not the million or so "almighties".
The poor man is screwed either ways...so might as well make the most of it...

YOUR FIRED !!!

Hmm…”firing” seems to be the frayed and over used buzz word of the day….
Whether we look at it in the context of pink slips with an image of Donald Trump pointing at us and telling us to fuck off…( at least that’s the image that comes to my mind )
Or we look at it in the context of what’s been on television the past week…. “firing at Taj” “more firing at Oberoi” “a little more firing at CST” “yet more firing at Nariman House”
…yes…I am starting to get sick of the word…
But this is not yet another rant against the unjust world , corrupt politicians and our ineptness at being decent human beings…I guess we’ve all posted to our blogs…discussed it in office…sent patriotic emails ad nauseam…
My dilemma has more of a personal…selfish nature…
I feel as if I’m sitting in this ivory tower watching these events pass me by as if on a television screen…
Me ? I can never get fired. Me ? terrorists are never going to attack ME ! these things only happen to strangers…
I find myself in a situation in which I am unable to care about these strangers as I am “expected” to do… sure I make the appropriate comments….pay lip service to whatever is considered to be the “in thing” but all I think is..yawn…so what’s new ?
I wonder how long I’ll be able to insulate myself from the world ? I don’t even know if it’s a good or bad thing…. But there it is… and no apologies..