Pearls Before Self

How do you stop sand from slipping through your fingers ?

The tighter you grip it, the quicker it slips until only a little bit remains. And you wonder why you were holding on so tightly in the first place.

You really don't care for those few grains sand.

You want the whole beach.

So I guess it is better to just let go.

Snow On My Parade

By Day



By Night

Internal State Of Turmoil

Team dynamics is a funny thing. The bearer of intellect and the bearer of organisation and formatting get defined in the first week.

The bearer/s of intellect burn the midnight oil and create magic - like the crucial background score in a silent movie. They remain the unsung heroes.

The bearer/s of organisation and formatting seem like the all important entity to the naive. Surprisingly, a lot of my world right now is naive in this regard.

Funny how distribution of praise and credit is strictly based on how loud your trumpet is.

Must learn soon. Must get a trumpet.

What's the good answer ?

There are essay type questions. There are short answers. And then there are multiple choice questions.

When I was in school, most of the exam was dominated by essay type questions. The number of supplements taken and the bruised fingers counted for more than the marks. And thus I flourished under the system, pouring my heart out, letting my active imagination have total control over my fountain pen.

Here in grad school, they demand short answers. I cannot write short answers. I cannot convey my idea in 100 words. At least not under a time limit. Who knew being brief and simple could cause so much grief ?! And elaborateness could be so effortless and comforting ?!

If short answers didn't muddle me enough, multiple choice questions came along and completely got my goat ! Every time I see a multiple choice question I can almost see the underlying fine print - "I know you have no clue, but wait, how about one more alternative?"

I am not sure if this is an upbringing issue, or a spatio-temporal issue, or an excess baggage issue but I know that this is definitely becoming an ego issue.

Stand back, I am going crisp and meaningful.

Hero, Villain, Vindicator, Victim

Hero (n): a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability; a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities; an illustrious warrior; one that shows great courage.

Villain (n): a deliberate scoundrel or criminal; a character in a story or play who opposes the hero; one blamed for a particular evil or difficulty.

Vindicator (n): challenger; avenger; defender; endorser, expounder; protector; vanquisher; warrior.

Victim (n): an unfortunate person who suffers from some adverse circumstance; a person who is tricked, swindled, or taken advantage of.

What about a hero for the wrong cause ?
What about a villain for the right cause ?
Do you need to be a vindicator to be a hero ?
Do you have to be a victim to be vindicated ?

Are definitions written in stone ?
Are we supposed to re-evaluate ?
Is someone supposed to let us know ?

Joys of a Live-in-chat-relationship

Priyanka:
yell at them
tell them to go die
tell them tell them
why aren't u responding
might it be that u r ignoring me
what could it be that is more interesting than me
do i hear footsteps
no
i hear a voice
why ask when u can read
i see u have muted ur system
still no reply
oh...it's not on mute
oh...maybe it is
tricky tricky
ugh

rahulgera@gmail.com is offline and can't receive messages right now.
Sent at 10:49 PM on Wednesday

Priyanka:
ok, i guess you are not playing

rahulgera@gmail.com is offline and can't receive messages right now.

Oh Lord, Why My Life Doth Sucketh So ?

First you let me believe it was a breeze and then you planted me in the eye of the tornado.

Papers, pencils are flying at me from every direction. My calculator is delirious from all the accounting. My laptop has started making PowerPoint presentations automatically on start up.

My iPod lost all its music because I had to reload iTunes on my new laptop.

Spending six hours on group work and accomplishing nothing juxtaposed against me working by myself the next day and finishing more work in less time makes me very mad and plants images of a fork-weapon in my devious brain.

I understand you made the universe so that bad things happen to good people. But really now, who are we kidding, you know I am no good.

So cut me some slack, will ya ?!

Thank You.
Best,
Me