Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Blind Soul


 
The Blind Soul


Life is like standing aimlessly at the sea shore

       Watching the waves frozen as the time roars

The blind soul watches the sun set

       Thinking of the ultimate loss life had met

The nights daunt the energy all the time

       And drains life out of the lifeless soul

Time still roars and dreams dread

       Destiny still ditches; Destination dodges

The blind soul still saunters the frozen shore

      With a sunken hope ignoring life's sore

A hope that someday the frozen waves may flow

      And the water striking the sun rays may glow

Someday the dying dream may come alive

      The blind soul may live till the way it tried. . .! ! !

Sometimes in life you never know where you are heading still you move with a hope that some day you will reach to the destination you thought when you began your journey...!

Amit Purohit
The Lone Soldier

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Her Sky...

Her Sky. . .


Missing her is like looking at the sky. . .

With laughing faces peeping in my eye…

Feeling her is like feeling the air…

The more it blows the more I glare…

Treating her is like treating the verve…

Wherever I am, I feel her nerve…

Loving her is like loving my life…

The more I live the early it dies…

Living with her is like living my dreams…

The more I see her the more it means…

Finally leaving her is like leaving my spirit…

The less I think; the more I get into it…!

---Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

GET/PGET The Kaam Wali mode (Humour)

GET/PGET The KaamWali Mode…


(Pun Intended, To be read in a lighter mode, No personal experiences, Mere observations)

      In an organization with more than 40,000 employees and over scores of sub units you may find a diversified set of personalities and diversified ways of executing various jobs coming one’s way. The nature of jobs is so varied that the approach to it needs to be branched out so as to complete it in an engineered way. Diversification helps as well as hurts sometimes. This story is not about praising or condemning a diversified company neither it is to give ‘fundas’ over it. Diversification leads to involvement of people from various disciplines as well as various backgrounds. This leads to inter exchange of tips and tricks of making things move over the roll. Interesting psychologies build up, clash and sometimes converts into procedures (SOPs). In a cluster of some 300 odd people with a mammoth job at hand you can have more than psychologies than the head count. One such interesting psychology or one can say brain pattern we are going to discuss in a lighter vein is the GET/PGET psychology. GET/PGET is basically an abbreviation for the newly joined Graduate/Post Graduate Engineer Trainees.

    He is a new contestant to the cycle. He moves around following all the rules of the company and in the process comes to know how to evade the system and get things done forgetting the rules. He is the one who is authorized to do all the tasks over the phone but not on paper. Hence in the jugglery he never gets credit to the things he does and at the end he gets sarcasm from the top notches saying that the training he received since a year is futile. This in turn created a feeling of vengeance in many of the GETs/PGETs. Some of them run for MBA/M.tech, while others go for a job change. Rest clash day in and out with their respective bosses and keep forwarding mails, applying for online IPOs. The word training is basically an apocryphal for him as he never attains it. Even he does, he gets it on the subjects he had never listened to. Needless to say this lands in waiting for tea breaks, enjoying siesta and carry a face saying he was more interested than the facilitator. In PSUs the scene is more interesting. The fellow life in the classrooms for years never meets his seniors and sees his GM once in a blue moon. The world becomes a circle for him a complete circle where he thinks he is at the same level where he was. The only difference in now and then is the money and the follow ups. Follow ups more or less remain the same but the latter is now from strangers in a stringent way.

      The reader might be frustrated because he came here to read about the kaamwali mode which is still not discussed. A gold medalist from an esteemed university comes at the block. He copies and files everything that comes his way. More or less there are unrealistic miniscule projects in his hand which gets delayed due to reasons he can’t even deem of. Moreover, some of the people around add music to his party and he feels like listening Linkin Park/Metallica in the morning. People, more of situations around him make him enter the so called kaamwali mode. He is made to follow people more than to do his work. And the person he follows hates anyone following him. The more or less of the people he follows feels xenophobic when he is around. Days pass. These days makes him enter the kaamwali mode. And the brain pattern of taking decisions begins resembling to that of a kaamwali. We all are in the same mode but all of us are not at the same levels. Let me elaborate on this.

      The calendar just witnessed the dates of Holi. The holiday for Holi was on Monday. A GET/PGET takes holiday on Saturday packs his bag and drives to Daman to hang out. The gang of GETs promises their respective boses to come back on Tuesday and clear the pending work. They never return on Monday. The scene continues till Thursday. Kaamwali mode activated. This made me think and resemble them to my kaamwali who was fired when she did the same the third time. The levels to this mode increase as the GET/PGETs cruise their journey to their so called training to its zenith. Few days before the completion of training and prior to his stake being confirmed, he outbursts the tsunami of emotions in him. He catches his so called boss he never reports to and increases his adrenaline saying he will be leaving forever. My ailing grandma’s personal maid used to say this when she needed some of her old clothes or increment in her wages. The extreme mode of kaamwali activated…! Sometimes there are technical issues in the office and the boss never knows how to shoot such problems but he knows the one who can shoot it. He just offloads the contract and things get done. The mail around roves with he being in the BCC. This lets him down all the way. . . He goes back to the pathetic accommodation provided by the company and calls the one who he needs to talk daily and can’t help around. They too fight over the phone and worse are the mess when her mother’s call is in the waiting mode at the same nick. He takes the first piece of roti with his ailing mother discussing about the food there. His father inquires about his detoriating health.

      He disconnects the call, lights a cigarette sleeps under the towering sky with stars in his eyes and dreaming what he coveted to be and what he landed in…?! He powers the radio and the song it plays goes like this:

“Papa kehte hai bada naam karega, beta humara aisa kaam karega..!”

He covers his face with the blanket in a way that can stifle him, tries to forget the day and fine tunes his alarm clock.

A day comes in his life when he gets confirmed and a new GET/PGET enters the gang. The kaamwali mode never gets disengaged it gets shifted and the new kid on the block now faces the music. You are in the same mode reading this and trying to shift yourself from your regular monotonous Excel sheets…Isn’t it?!

(Pun Intended, To be read in a lighter mode, No personal experiences, Mere observations)

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Mood

Mood…



1 April 2010.


It was a fool’s day. And the greatest fool I assume in my knowledge was me who was fooling his own conscience and doing what I never wished to. I freed my head from the safety helmet and gave my head a shake to drain the perspiration out. I saw the river flowing the way it could, the clouds roving the way it could and the sun light scorching my eyes the way it could. I walked out. I wished to walk till I fall. I went outside the premises and decided to move out. I wasn’t oblivious of the fact that I would get a grudge from some or the other person around the next morning. I sauntered out and boarded the bus to peace. I simply closed my eyes, thought the way I came in life and wrote this…


I remain in a deep sleep…
        All the time with my eyes open
Whatever I feel I never do…
        Whatever I do I never feel
I remain stuck in a place…
        And keep on planning to move places
Time seems to be stagnant as barren desert…
        Fumes of Flames puzzling the traveler
The color of currency makes me go blind…
        I being there since ages and the world turns around
I live in a state I can never define…
       The profit all dispersed and the loss all mine
Little do I move ahead in life…
       Complicating the process; Compromising all the time
Some find me confused other call me mad
       All I do is watch the show; smirking around…!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier