Copyright means jack, right?

Is yours a learning organisation?

Tips from a master writer.

Some more get a voice..

Hubby hunting

No funnies here.. but she’s supposed to be funny.

In case saying sorry becomes difficult

In Between

Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I’m about to say

But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between

Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I’m about to say

But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between

Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way

And things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that’s worse than one is none

Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I’m about to say

But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between

Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way

The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that’s worse than one is none
The only thing that’s worse than one is none

And I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do or plan

Fear is not afraid of you
But guilt’s a language you can understand

I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do

I hope the actions speak the words they can
For my pride and my promise
For my lies and how the truth gets in the way

The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that’s worse than one is

Pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way

The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that’s worse than one is none
The only thing that’s worse than one is none
The only thing that’s worse than one is none

Linkin Park

Over 1,400 kilometres later..

or 1,416 to be precise, I’ve broken my jinx. It was a something that always got a rise out of people.. ‘What?! You’ve never been to Goa?’ It seemed like the place to go to or the beaches to see.. too much stress  generated thinking oh I have to go there to chill.

Somewhere between jobs and other events of life, I stopped thinking about it. Till one Friday evening, while celebrating losing a job, three of us decided to get into the car.. and head to Goa.

Eventually only two of us did… but a week later.. and sans the jinx.. am already planning and scrimping for the next one.

Two lovely poems that I came across in a movie that is very unfairly called a chickflick– In her shoes

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;whihch grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

A square peg in a round hole

..that’s what I’ve felt all my life..

I’ve always felt like I am on the periphery, on the edge of it all.. always peering in and trying to get in a foot edgewise and by the time I do.. people have left that circle and moved on. Like I have just missed the point.

I’ve worked for eight years and counting now and I still come up short on what I ‘like’ to do. I know what I like to do but appraisals and bosses have told me otherwise. That’s it’s not something I do well. Maybe my talents lie elsewhere. Really? Like where? I can’t work in this world of words?

That puts me in quandary. I get jobs doing what I like but March-April-May every year are torture for me. I don’t fight gracefully but I don’t agree with them either. I land up giving what I like to do only because I can’t fight effectively.

I leave with an exhilarating feeling and wonder whether I was cutout for the job in the first place. Which leads me to believe that I may not know what I ‘like’. This, of course, leads to more existential debates none of which get me anywhere.

And that peripheral feeling returns. I look at people who are so focused — they know how to get where they want to get. Though they grumble through the process they are still more or less where they thought they would be. They mesh so well — with the job and with all the nitty gritties that concern the job and all I do well is my job and I always hate the fact that merit isn’t the only thing considered.

Friends and acquaintances are keen to help and look at me, askance, ” What do you like to do?” And my search for that perfect job ends right there. Some one said to me recently (and she meant well), ” Maybe you are one of those who never finds her groove and have to make do with the job because you have to be doing something.”

That foxed me.. not find what I like to do? What about things I already like.. even love doing.. and find jobs in them? Why is merit not important there? Why is respect not a factor there? If I like it enough, why can’t fight to keep it?

What’s missing…?

Some more dismal stats.