Socialist space!

At last I work in a space that would have been Marx"s delight. All are Managers and Presidents!
Marxism thrives!!!

Mediocrity or am I snooty?

So, we have shifted to this fancy steel and chrome place! The office. We worked with a small team in a small office and now we are in the midst of humanity in a largish place.
It is fine!
So what am I peeved about?
Corporate's inability to take care of creativity and ensure that it does not slip slide into the trap of mediocrity.
And that is my inherent fear. The routine. The monotone.
A typical day:
 I received a call from the verbal diarrhoea department.
She: Hi , I am X
Me: Hey!
She: What size T shirt do you wear?
Me: Silent.(not sure if this Q is for me or she is asking someone around)
She: You know...what size like M, large or small. When you go to buy.....
Me: Quiet.(Of course cretin I know about sizes)
She: does not know that tees for me are a chapter in the book of fashion. I wear boyfriend tees over my tights, slightly form fitting for a game, little loose for lounging. always a Benneton for that simple elegant look, Anthropologie for that sexy but casual look and so on and so forth....
She: I think it must be a medium. (boldly).
 I like her style. She has a future in forecasting
Me: UhUh...Huh yes.
She: That would be size 40(smugly). ( I know sizes and the numbers)
Me (thinking): Whatever!
Me (saying): Yes. (almost enthusiastically)
 SHe: OK( with a finality of buying a strait jacket)
I wonder what will I be made to do with my M size, 40 tee. More regimentalisation coming or is checking sizes of tees her fetish!!!!

Disclaimer: The above post is  a figment of my imagination.

Grammar.

Trapped in the curves of the parentheses,

The question mark always a noose around my neck,

I felt like the dot in the exclamation,

Exuberant but wanting to break free!

The quotes caressing every word

 Wanting  to escape to the syntax

And then, I know.

I am looking for the perfect sentence.

When,

Period,

Ends it all!

Fatal

Do not look at me,
do not talk to me,
do not think of me,

It could be FATAL.

Nikki Giovanni- my favourite!!!!

I am hooked on to Nikki's writing. Laltu mentioned her to me  and that is how I knew of her.

Simple yet so thought provoking.......

I love the ones from

 

 

Bicycles

Do read them!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Fascination of no use!

your eyes
speckled with blue
fascinate me
i wish to know the secrets it holds
the passion it can unleash......
but
you will not let me in your threshold
and I will not let you in mine....
and so surely we
Die happily ever after........

Goa........

I always write when i am in Goa! Goa brings out words that I thought I never knew! The red earth, blue sky and the rusticity appeals to the creative in me.I am happy that the twins LOVE Goa too!!! Another one.......


The silver fish wriggled for life,
The scales shone too bright,
the gills beat with vigor,
The hook was firmly in place,
bleeding the fish,
Brown rice cooked in an earthen vessel in a thatched home,
Paulo had a catch and a smile!