Saturday, October 9, 2010

In the Knight realised Her dream...

Dreams are what life is made of... And so did Donatella dream...
A life that had no bounds, thoughts that took flight and man accompanying it with all vigour.
She breathed in the aroma of the forests. Trinklets of water raged from her eyes as she braved up against the Wind. She found solace in the dark and so she dared to begin her expedition in the dark.
Yet, her limbs weren't the best companions. Thus she scurried ahead timidly until, along came the Knightrider who breathed in to her limbs and there she was, the best flyer, reaching out to nothing lower than the sky. Yes she was on a high.
A tiring journey of monotonous schedules, running around helter skelter , this is how her day began. She was on the regular road of self pity , disgust and hopelessness when the clouds began to clear to a sunlit sky.
She did away with all that was unfinished and completed her wordly responsibility of protecting the balance in nature. She ate well. She rode another's pride. The same blackbeauty, that had been too overbearing for her delicate hands and she had let go, tainting it's glory to the ground.
This time she rode unscathed, hanging on with the Knightrider. Along the way, they took respite in the Arabian dim lights in red and green. The abode of the Italian expresso, housed many a fanatics who puffed their way through flavoured Hookahs. Sat there the two, secluded from the world of smoke and jingles of the Arabia, smiling to the tunes of
" I've found the reason for me ,
To change who I used to be ,
A reason to start over new ,
And the Reason is you".
The end was not as destiny could have predicted. They stopped, parted but only to meet again. And hereforth , dream took the reigns of the journey.
There on, the Knight rode his blackbeauty, accompanied by the Dreamer. She could feel the rush, the essence of the dark, the thrill of the untreaded. She was riding the fantasy horse with the most sought after Gallant .
Velocity was their kin and chilling wind the foe. They braved it all. Rode past the boulders and found their own way through the maze. And many blocks down the road , was the string of lights that marked their victory, the realisation of a dream long awaited.
The sky was berieved of stars, for they were all stationed on the earth to welcome the Knight and the dreamer. Amidst lot of fanfare they found peace and solace that touches the heart, comforts the soul and cements a bond that is resistant to all ill.
So "When you want it the most , there's no easy way out.
When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt.
DONT give up on your Faith. 'Coz love comes to those who BELIEVE. "

A dream accomplised , giving way to a far magnificient one in the rising.
Can destiny tell us all where the road would lead!!? Would they tread it together or venture on solitary voyage ....
And the clock ticks on... Night giving way to the Light.........

Friday, March 26, 2010

10.30 P.M : The cool dude from the coldest industry rides his pride.

The Queen of the dark personifies the valour of our knight, who dares a duel with the velocity of sound(light would have been his bait but he is realistic!!). He is on a winning run.... The knight raises his flag, pronounces victory but alas, the Wind was bribed. He is robbed of his crown. The Wind has its last laugh.

Alas our champ without his winning crown.....

6.30 P.M : The best time in a rare day of work when you get the not so rare chance of hanging on in a jammed VOLVO, before the sun bade its finaly adieu. You pay the highest to be stocked together at the best. You still pile in with the hope to escape at the earliest from the shadows of the aluring structures which are the biggest revenue generators of the progressing nation..
With G'n'R jamming at its best through the earphones, you gaze outside. The world is free.
Lot of those you see there are ones who toil the hardest(nomenclature however has it as UNTRAINED labour ), clean up the mess we create, tidy up things for us to walk through, format the entire buildings that we walk around in our shopping spree. And yet, the hands which build, the strength that breeds , the precision that beautifies the plush terrains and malls we indulge in, are the very ones who are restricted the entry once the doing is done.. It is like the mother who is allowed access to a child as long as she is born and bred into a gorgeous lady. Once the world approves of her beauty, the mother's access expires, never to be renewed again.
2:30 P.M : 2 harworking Resources (Human ofcourse) pull out their covetted I10(for it will be so as long as chunks of their paltry salary goes to suffice the loan it is worth), in search of a tender coconut stall. The area of coverage is the tech hub of the IT capital of the nation. At the cost of half a litre of precious fuel, they finally succeed and sip on it with elated pleasure. Rare is a similar smile within the walls of the prospering company....

All in a Day's Work!!

A day in a not so unique living of an IT professional:

10:30 A.M : Monolog on an unknown technical gibberish. Bunch of dreamy(rather sleepy) eyes gazing at the projector screen and wondering in vain at the tenacity of the troubled trainer.

"Quit" it reads, on his forehead, almost in resonance to all the hearts beating in that very room.

How even the inanimate projector can spell out from the deepest emotions of man! U sit bemused......