caught in a web

How do i tell you,
that sometimes all i long for is a long warm embrace
you and me caught in a web of transformed reality

At the crack of dawn

The inevitable has been done....just cleared out my mailbox...
I've only seen it in movies before. The big cardboard box, and piling in books, files and your favourite picture in that lovely photo frame. Well, this wasn't really as much....there is nothing to take back home from here.....other than memories...some nice and some not so.

It's time to leave. I'm used to the packing-and moving routine, and I have been looking forward to this change. Yet i am feeling a little, sunken-feeling-in-my-heart sorts. What's the word for it again? Sad, not quite. A little uneasy, perhaps, about leaving this place that had become so familiar. After all it is my first job...and this place helped me grow up. To throw idealism to the winds and learn to get by in the real world.

I may have huffed and fumed about it, but it's taught me more than i could have hoped to learn anywhere....not just about the profession, but about people and myself. I'd like to think that if not now, at least a few years later, i will be able to appreciate the past year and a half here.

Tomorrow is my last day here. In less than 48 hours I'm not going to be a part of this office...these people.
In less than 48 hours starts the same old routine of finding my feet in a new place, scurrying around a bit and making myself some space, setting goals and mighty dreams.

And it's going to be so much FUN, i just can't wait.

Now is as good a time as any

I have a whole new life waiting ahead of me....and yet I'm finding it so hard to wait the few hours to hear all about it?
Good news should never be conveyed in minute capsules....it's hard to wait for the next one, particularly when you know there is more to come.
I feel like a five-year-old child who knows there's more of her favourite chocolate in the refrigerator, but has to wait until the next day for the day's quota.

Poles apart

Prejudice is such a strong word to associate with children. As adults, we somehow have the right to our prejudices, our sympathies. But passing them on to our children...how right are we in doing that?

On the train a few days back, I heard a 60-something man and his 30-something daughter tell three kids between 6 yaers and 12 years " anda trainlle full muslims irrikku, anda side'll pohathe" roughly translated as "that train is full of muslims, don't go anywhere near them.

How can we blame a small group of people for polarising our world. When we teach our children to distinguish and discriminate on the basis of caste, colour, religion and language, how can we expect to live and experience a true democracy?
We love to revel in our diversity, but will we ever be one country- one people?

Silly me

Sometimes i do stupid things....
And then moi must think up of ways to set things straight.
God, next time, please to be giving a little sign, a nudge, a sock in my face when there are chances of me messing things up.