My Life, A Cocktail

Finally, I did it. Today. It was a couple of months ago, when I was still new to work. I had noticed two glass jars with little green leaves of the money plant, that a friendly colleague had at her desk. I had marveled aloud their beauty. The next moment I knew, she walked up to my desk, and placed a glass jar right below the white light. That was when, unwillingly, for a silly comment passed in an attempt to be nice, the responsibility of a living species was thrust on me. No, I did not have the courage to refuse. A week or two passed. A casual glance and I see the water was almost gone, there were more brown leaves than initially green leaves, there were thin slimy roots coiled up. I swore. It was filthy and smelly. I cringed, but cleaned it up. It was almost back to the same dirty state before I left for my vacations. I smirked and escaped, assuming just like my work, someone else would have to take care of it in my absence. I was back, and I met the sight. The sight of the money pl...

This morning, as my hubby drove me to office, I spotted a rainbow. Immediately, my eyes wandered in an attempt to spot the other end. I followed the rainbow that grew from the earth, and soared high up to the sky and then faded till it almost disappeared. I traced a trajectory till I spot the other end buried in lush green fields. Rainbows always make me happy. The colors that coalesce in a such way that each color is distinct and yet blended with the other. Humans were meant to be that way too. I remembered the last time I spot a rainbow, when my hubby was to leave over the seas, and I had come to bid him farewell. It seems like so long ago. It feels dreamy now. There is this exhilaration that rainbows bring. I can’t define, I can’t explain. And when I see them, I devour them with my eyes, with my soul, to last the time until I see them again. And that’s how I live my life.

The wind was fierce, and it blew all the snow accumulated by months of winter. The white of the snow made the dark night seem darker. I stood inside the building of a school I had learnt much from. The outside scared me, I waited. In the distance, I saw hazy lights coming towards me. I knew it was him. I stepped out the warmth of the building, into the raging storm. In a moment, my pants felt drenched, my hands froze numb, as the wind blew snow all over my face. I found it hard to open my eyes. I almost stopped. And that’s when he came, cuddled me with his arms, protecting me from the storm, fighting the wind alone, he lead me towards the car. He seated me and when he was assured I was comfortable, took the driver’s seat and rode away.

The fact that the New Year’s almost here, the fact that it is the last day of the year, always makes me so nostalgic. Just like what you feel when you leave a home, or sell your car. I lived through the bygone year, and it makes me feel sad to leave that time and move on to a newer one. But I guess, just how it is with homes and cars, we move on, we learn to like the new life, reminiscing the old ones now and then. The 31st of December. In India, it was always exciting. For one, it would in all probability be a holiday, if not, you could at least manage to get off early. But the more exciting thing would be the TV programmes lined up in the night. You wouldn’t know what channel to watch, some would be hosting award ceremonies, some others interviews with the best of stars, some other cultural shows. You would spend the night flipping through, so you get a glimpse of everything, lest your friend calls up tomorrow to wish you and tell you the very program you missed was the best on earth...

Sitting here in my BIG cube, I wonder. If it hadn’t been for all this technology, for all the knowledge I have of these technologies, for all the work these machines do for me, I wouldn’t have been here. I am like a controller, and these machines are what I control. I wonder if sometime way in the future, someone would invent an idea generator. It would generate ideas like humans, and there would be no idea on earth that it cannot generate. Would we humans be happy or sad about that? It would definitely be one of the best inventions of the time, and I can’t imagine the progress of the world with all the great ideas at the run of a program! perl idea_generator.pl build_strongest_bridge > best_bridge.out (Of course, idea_generator.pl calls a lot of other programs and CPAN modules. You know that! ) Humans would feel insecure. There wouldn’t be any meetings in office, no brainstorming sessions, no how-to-solve-this-issue crap. All that the project manager would say to you is “Run the d...

Once again, its Monday. I am sure I have written about Mondays before. “Monday Blues” is what I think I called it. Back in Infosys. Today is different. I am not too glad that I have to go to work, but I am not blue either. I like what I do at my work. I am up early, everyday, not just Monday, get ready, make breakfast, pack lunches and wait for my fiance. He drops me off to work everyday. Monday is about that moment when I get out of the car, and wave to him a bye. It feels like going to school as a kid, a feeling of insecurity of being away from something you love and know so well. He smiles, silently assuring me that he’ll be back to pick me up. I wave and smile back, and see him leave. I swipe my card, and the door clicks open. I am a whole new person, with energy and confidence. I swing through the day with ease. In the evening, when he calls, he tells me he’s a minute away from my office. Hurriedly I put off my computer to sleep, and rush to the door. I see his car lights flash in...

There are no bad people. Not in this face of the Earth that I know. Who defines what is good and what is not. Society. Minds. Perspectives. From an objective point of view, perspectives symbolize freedom. Freedom doesn’t bound within any limits. Limitlessness is Nature, and Nature is good. Actions are governed by perspectives. There are no bad people. Not in this face of the Earth that I know.