Masked eyes…

As I walked down the crowded street
Intoxicated in drunken revelry;
As I brushed past men and women
All in masks that hid their eyes,
‘Cause that was part of the ritual-
They all gave me a smile
And I, invariably, reciprocating
Underneath my mask;
But smiles gave me a shudder
As I never knew what their eyes spoke.

Suddenly something overcame me
Powering me with courage
That surprised me;
Made me unmask myself
And then pull the mask off one of them.
He stopped smiling-
So did all others as I engaged in the rampage;
The wrath in their beautiful eyes
So long hidden, was exposed.
They tried to cover up in shame
As if they swarmed in the nude,
But I was relieved and they, astonished-
When I smiled back!

Decision Pending….

I won’t preach you on how important ‘right decisions’ are, at the right time. Right decisions, I know (and so do you), can change the entire course of a person’s life, someone else’s life or even an organization.  Forget right, I have rarely managed to just decide on anything.
My parents were always worried when I was a child. When they took me out to buy clothes, I could not decide on the color- I always let them decide. I couldn’t decide on a gift for a friend’s birthday. I couldn’t even decide on the flavor of ice-cream they wanted to buy me. As I grew up, there were more decisions to be made- mostly concerning studies and career. Whether they were right decisions or not remains to be seen…..but usually, it takes me so long to settle on that I am left with only one option, which is not always the best for me.
In college, while I hung out in some restaurant with friends, I never decided what I should eat- I always relied on someone else to order and then repeating it- “Make that two” or “I’ll have the same”. Of course, there were exceptions. When it was my turn to treat them, life was simpler- there usually were limited choices with the budget I decided! And then, I always had “benevolent” friends who knew how to optimally use my money on that day.
Four years in college studying almost nothing and understanding even less didn’t leave me with much choice as to what to do next. But every time parents, relatives and teachers complain that I should be pursuing higher studies, I am usually left perplexed, caught between two choices- two roads- between which I need to decide before it’s too late.
After writing all this, I was actually contemplating whether to post it! Now, you say, was it a right decision or did it turn out to be an object of derision? This time you’ve gotta decide!

What’s in a name?

I guess I have them trapped… I mean, all who have been desperately seeking some information about a process in telecommunication with the same name as my blog- all who typed “Idle mode connectivity” on Google and were led to this page.
Blogger stats tell me that the list of countries from where my blog has been visited is as follows:
India, US, Singapore, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Sweden, Poland, Albania, Latvia, Germany, Israel (in no particular order)
Of course some page-views make sense including the ones from Sweden which physically is my office in India! There are others that amuse me and make me believe that there were people who might have overlooked the URL. I’m particularly amused by the name of Poland as I am under the impression that one of my trainers in telecom who hailed from Poland might as well have landed onto this page (If he really did, there couldn’t have been a better coincidence). As part of the consequence of your natural inclination to trust in Google and go for the first result, you might have hit this page. You might have made a fool of yourself- stop cursing me! Lesson learnt: Check the URL before you click; names are misleading (though I never meant to have increased hits in this way).
But who cares? I am happy to have such a wide spectrum of visitors.
It’s high time you expand your knowledge in telecommunication….so, keep visiting!

The Race

Brushing past me, like a thunder,
Went someone familiar;
I thought- Was it a blunder
To let him overtake me?
Damn, I had to be on last gear!

As he overtook me, he gave me a nudge,
But woke me up;
And developed in me a grudge,
That stirred me up!

I tried hard to catch up,
But the faster I ran, the more he paced up.
I kept running , sweating
Until the Sun shone before my eyes
When I realized what I was chasing!