January 2011
11 posts
It is important
Amongst other things,I expect myself to be aware and never forget the thin line between a relationship and a transaction.
essence
i miss you.
or,the concept of you.
the concept of us.
so many concepts.so many fragments.so many tears.so many illusions.so many lies.so many expectations.so many hopes.so many rules.so much pride.
so much love.
meh.
Why do you wanna do it?
Every application,every interview…hell,even every person on the street asks the same question - “Why do you wanna do whatever you wanna do after graduation?”
I have thought long and thorough.Observed countless people,wondering why they do what they do.Talked.Questioned.Pondered.I think I have reached a conclusion.
Because I can’t wait to start contributing!
Why? It will...
What I learnt in Boston
I went shoe shopping.Every shop.Every kind.I wanted something for the snow.You see,Boston has lot of snow.Like,a LOT.Since Payless didn’t quite help me,I ended up in Designer Shoe Warehouse.Oh la la,pretty shoes! I went around being amused, looking at my legs in the mirror all Boston-neat in preppy-clad feet.
I told myself sternly to focus on sensible shoes that would let me walk in the...
If
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can...
Job?
I just browsed through 750 jobs,none of which wanted me and none of which I really wanted.
We got a problem.
The day I stripped on the T
I was amused when I read about the “No Pants Subway Ride”.Which effectively meant I HAD to check it out.It said that a bunch of people were going to ride the subway with their pants off.
I like going to places where I am not sure what to expect.When I reached the Alewife station,I realised they weren’t lying.A couple hundred people crowded the usually quiet...
Butt on the Street
He bent down right in the middle of a traffic signal.I thought maybe he found a dollar.
It was a cigarette butt.Well,a little more than just the butt.His already stoned face seemed to smile as he pocketed this new-found treasure in his coat and walked away.
I stood there,thinking if only we wanted what we wanted just as badly.And never gave up wanting it.And never stopped acting on it.It would...
Tin Tears
I am soldering away.Trying to design the right switch for my experiment.Something is wrong.The circuit refuses to work.But,I keep at it.I know I’ll figure it out.Only if I keep at it.
Too much tin on the iron.The drop of metal looks beautiful.Distracted by its pristine,hard shimmer,my clumsy fingers fumble and the sphere splashes on the dirty piece of sponge.Instant solidification.I probe...