Storm

There's an eerie silence in the air
Maybe I heard a faint rumbling in the distance
Or is it just my imagination?
Feels like the lull before a storm!

Preconceived Notions

Human beings love to simplify. One way to simplify is to create a structure, a rule, a generalization... Some framework which would allow them to be able to explain things around them and predict future outcomes (consultants particularly love frameworks!)
And its in this love for simplification are born stereotypes... and even worse - preconcieved notions!
Why take the effort to understand complex human behaviour?
Why care about the reasons underlying a person's actions?
Why bother to observe that things change and people evolve with time?
Isn't it much easier to judge (Note: humans also love to judge) on the basis of a simplistic preconcieved notion?

Unusual weekend

Here is why:-

1. Spent saturday night at home - Can't remember when that last happened

2. Worked a few hours on Saturday and Sunday - Can't remember when that last happened either!

3. India won, Chelsea won and Arsenal lost - Something to cheer about

4. Finally found true love - Catherine Zeta Jones after watching The Mask of Zorro :P

5. Actually enjoyed a vegetarian chinese meal - The most shocking of them all!

Keep Talking

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is to make sure we keep talking...

Today's playlist

1. Stadium Arcadium - RHCP
2. Space Trucking - Deep Purple
3. Afraid To Shoot Strangers - Iron Maiden
4. Layla - Eric Clapton
5. Estranged - Guns N Roses
6. L. A. Woman - The Doors
7. Snow (Hey Oh) - RHCP
8. Iron Man - Black Sabbath
9. Mama Said - Metallica
10. Jeremy - Pearl Jam

Such are the times...

When mindless banter
Forms the bulk of my rhymes
And deafening silence
Is a verdict on my crimes;
I have to exclaim
Such are the times!!

The Painting

Give me a palette full of colours
And a canvas to splash them upon
Watch the strokes of my paintbrush
On the canvas, its innocence gone!

Give me shades of grey
And a few drops of red
I see a fountain of colours
Exploding in my head

Give me a box full of matches
And I'll set this painting ablaze
Hungry flames engulf my canvas
While I sit back and watch in a daze

The Clone

For years I thought I was alone
Until I discovered my clone
Who can tell what I think
Who knows when I'll blink
Whose responses are the same
But responds to a different name