Sitting on a fence

What if you realize half the way down the road that you don’t anymore want to tread on the path, chosen after much thought and deliberation, and desperately want to run down the other path? What when one doesn’t anymore have the choice of reverting things after the above realization?

IF ONLY.
If only, Butterfly effect was Reality, so that I could make virtual choices to go on to define Reality of my life.

P.S. I am right now in the office cubicle with a nice desk, with a spacious drawer which holds my Shantaram smugly. Let me add convenient location to comfortably , occassionally , steal a glance at a page or two.

P.S.S. How many movies did I name in this post?

Nothingness

This post comes out after suffering from absolutely-nothing-to-do syndrome for most of the day. An Unsuitable job. Day by day, I keep getting convinced about the unsuitability of a stagnant desktop job. I am an intern at a company called Yokogawa Corporation of America. Yes, Dear Reader, it is a Japanese company which invariably at this point is reminding you of sushi and sumo (Yokojuna anyone?). Just for clarification, it is not anything to do with wrestling but it is a well known(apparently) Process Controls and an Instrumentation company. Nightmares of Gudi anyone? Geeks and nerds who spend most of their time slogging in labs, sure, must have heard of this obscure company. For most of the day everyday, I am in front of a computer 24 \3 hours, online (yes,inseparable gtalk) but to bring in the irony , I don’t talk/chat. I don’t blog in office. I don’t catch up on the most gossipy –glitzy news of the town. I don’t orkut or facebook (Just realized the addition of two more verbs). Okay, in nutshell, I do not indulge in any of the normal activities which a human being involuntarily ends up doing when in front of a computer e.g. orkut etc. I have been entitled to carry out some research work which involves groping through the dark passages of a 300 pages fat manual. My thick fat Japanese Reading. You do not want me to elaborate on the details of boredom faced by a person when subjected to a torturous reading of a big-fat book. Thanks for commiserating with me. For, the past one week, all I have been trying in a vain attempt is to finish this manual and failing miserably. I have to make it through this arduous task of reading this manual to get my hands on a ‘real’ project. To think of it now, the word ‘real’ now seems nothing more than a fleeting ‘illusion’ which also reminds me of a wisely read in my favouritest and bestest book .

Snowman:What is Reality?
Crake: Reality is Bogus.

-Oryx and Crake

At a point of time, the feeling of nothingness multiplied and amplified as if magically it had perfected amoebiosis and then I found solace by drowning myself in countless doses of chais and kaafis. I started devising new ways of whiling away my time while trying to be unnoticed at the same time. Taking printout of crosswords and then going out under the excuse of taking a break of nothing less than 30 minutes at a time and like. Frequented my purposeless visits to restrooms. Making countless detours of the office. While touring embark on office mates privacy for a second and seeing myself in them. Everyone around would be secretly surfing, g-chating and things alike. Eating as and when possible, chewing food this time, unlike swallowing, as taught to toddlers. Penning down random artless pictures with horns. Planning out my evening’s rigorous (apparently) workout. That’s the only thing I look forward to these days, sadly.

Nothingness ultimately materialized this blog after a long time on a good note. On a serious note, I am more keen on pursuing a Phd in future.

Ode to Oryx and Crake.

I read Oryx and Crake last week. I have not moved on. The book has had huge repercussions on me. I am trying to move on but I can not get out the chasm of book. Before I give this book to Divya tomorrow,I want to write down few excerpts from this book.

Crake made the bones of the children out of the coral on the beach,and then he made their flesh out of a mango.But the children of Oryx hatched out of an egg, a giant egg laid by Oryx herself.Actually she laid two eggs:one full of animals and birds and fish,and the other full of words.But the egg full of words hateched first,and the children of Crake had already been created by then,and they'd eaten up all the words beacuse they were hungry,and so there were no words left when the second egg hateched out.And that is why animals can't talk

The story bears testimony to the old adage,"Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.” . Thats the take away from this book. A must read book to discover the woven magic by Oryx,Crake and the Snowman