I will (barely) survive

I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Replace love with work and there you have... the mantra of the new world

social networking?

This is a poem I wrote a long time back on the phenomena of social networking through the net. A tirade aimed specifically at orkut. Now after a year of orkuting,perhaps I can write in again here to speculate on my own perceptions. The poem is in Bangla and no I am not taking the pains of translating it. Just spoils the fun.

Pacche haashi , haaschi tai, hashar onek karon bhai,
Manush machine guliye geche emon bhabar karon chai?

Pasher barir ratul dada,gofete se diche tan,
"Ronaldinho? Tucho manush,janish amar kota fan?"

'Fan' abar ki janbo bole messege pathai kakar 'cell'e
Kaka kande,"saathta amar tar modhe chota chele."

Edik odik jigesh kore karonta bhai jante pai,
'Orkut' er kutkutani,bondhu korar jontro bhai.

Compu khule profile likhe tangiye rakho jontrotei,
Jontro jaale porbe dhora bondhu sokol olpotei.

Bondhu kora darun shoja,kichui temon korar nei,
'Add as a friend' botam tepo bondhu hobe sokkolei.

Chitti lekha, golpo kora, messeginger dhoijo nei,
Chera kagoj adan prodan notun juger potro ei.

Nijer roome, compu khule bhabchi kake bondhu kori,
Pasher ghorer sentu chele diche tokhun golay dori.

Bonduter asol moja;
Eaksaathe ragging kaoa,
Bonduter asol moja;
3rd yearer tourer haowa,
Bonduter asol moja;
Dine khisti raate ganja,
Bonduter asol moja;
Bathroomete HOA r chota,


Orkut? HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Sobi phaki,sobi dhoka

Thoughts in perspective

After writing that first one(and realising in the process that I can still articulate) I sit down to think . What do I write about? Is this to be a diary of some sort? I think it should be a place where I consciously attempt at good writing. This could be a place to put my thoughts in perspective. If the scarecrow does not scare any crows it might as well start painting!Definitely a more productive occupation.
For sometime now,I have been attempting to define my own thought process. Every job interview has that question! So you realise that my efforts are less philosophical than they sound. Sounds easy...construct a single sentence(preferably) that completely defines your intellect in a manner that sounds convincing, is precise and makes an impact on the interviewer. It is painstaking. It is pointless.
Lets see how far I get down that road.

presentation reports and application letters

I could write, once. It wasn’t very long ago. I am not sure if I can anymore. I start tentatively, checking, unsure of a talent that has perhaps deserted me. I do not know why and when exactly I stopped writing. Occasional and sporadic mails, and presentation reports and application letters form the bulk of what my mind churns out nowadays.

Why I don’t know, I never stopped to think about it. I have not stopped and thought about anything for a long time.

It is funny because thinking is what I am supposed to do. What has changed? I am just a caricature of what I stood for till recently. Design is supposed to free you. It has tied me down into a small box. Innovation does not liberate you; it ties you down with an ever increasing burden of personal expectations.

I am thoroughly beaten on all fronts. I still stand bruised and battered. I don’t stand heroic. I stand because I don’t have a choice, like a scarecrow in the middle of a field that doesn’t scare any crows. I cannot justify my hatred but I hate. I try to justify my hurt and fail miserably on that front too. Can I still write the way I could? Do I still have that ease with words? I feel that I have more questions with me than answers.

I need to take a journey. I was different and I need to understand what I was. The world is out there. I need to know where I stand in this frame of reference. The only realization that I now have faith in is that one has to do what one has to do. Dependency makes you weak and weakness makes you wary. I am scared but I am not afraid. I boldly acknowledge the potential that I definitely have. I walk alone if I have to. I will keep walking.

Go forth. Be yourself. What you were and beyond.