Tag: project

Circle of Life

“Why on earth, Manager’s should be so cold hearted!” Suraj was furious.

“Hey calm down man; it happens to everyone when working under Mahesh. Even Guna had trouble with him remember; he’s a tough boss man! And recall the way in which Guna used to work! Man, he was a workaholic and systematic too. And if he can make mistakes, believe me, you deserve to make yours too!” Ramamoorthy (a) Ram winked at Suraj.

‘Is he trying to convince me or bring me down further?’ Suraj stared at his project mate.

“Let’s go to the canteen man. Just chill ok!” Ram was already walking toward the door.

“Yeah sure mate! Guess I need a break too. This code is never gonna be finished by EOD either. Might as well satisfy my tummy.” Suraj wanted to find some reason to desperately get away from his work (and his Manager too).

“But I’ll tell this again, Managers need to be more empathetic. They should have some human levels of satisfaction at what we do. At the least they could be less vehement” Suraj’s voice trailed away…


It Is Over – Is It?

You think it is over,
You are happy about it too.
But remember, there are ways
In which it can return.

It returns to haunt you forever.
That which never began to end,
Can never see the end of the tunnel.
And it will blind the daylight for you too.

For such things are god forbidden
It should never occur to anyone,
Not even to the enemy dearest.
One man Project – is a nightmare come true!

Of Birth And Death

Human beings are such strange little creatures. They are so very easily cheated by the twin phenomenon of birth and death. They laugh and celebrate birth, cry and despise death. They feel so very safe in their tiny little shelters which they call as their home.

And they try to live a journey in between the cunning twin siblings – a journey which they so affectionately coin as life; a life which they manage to clutter, with morals, values and relationships.

And they are so very confident that these set of moral rules will lead them to the immortal hand which has forged them. Ha! I really don’t think the so called god would have had the same thing in mind when these humans were pushed down from heaven or whichever higher altar it may be.


Pointless Ponderings

The world is a dot. That’s right, you heard me. It is a dot. How big a dot? Well probably as big (or as small) as this one.

In all probability even smaller. There is no guessing how much.

When the world comes to a dot what are we? We are naught! Yup nothing more than nothingness, just a mere dot’s distance from fading away. Fading away into oblivion, waiting to be nothing more than anything and no more than nothing.