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Monday, January 24, 2011

Day 413

Monday is a dreadful way to spend 1/7 of your life. Sunday nights, as most of my past blogs have shown always have me trouble sleeping. Because, invariably i end up sleeping on a sunday afternoon and, try as i may, i never get to sleep on a sunday evening. So i thought i would watch a movie on the portable DVD player - The Heist - Starring Gene Hackma. Ho Hum movie which wastes talent of a great actor like Hackman.
I woke up to reach quite early to work. Mondays have always been unusually busy and unusually chaotic but today was the heights. Not only did we have a helluva lot of work activity happening from our back end systems, we also had a major systems issue due to which, the workload increased to atleast 3 times its usual strength. I wish my company spent more money on improving the systems rather than throwing worthless quarterly parties at 5 star resorts. Anyways, that is wishful thinking.
I decide, as per my new year resolution, leave on time. Traffic, however, ensured that it took me nearly 30 minutes to reach the railway station. And with the over crowded trains, it took me atleast an hour more to get home. After this, you dont expect me to get any decent exercise, do you ?
I had a quick shower and waited eagerly for mum to cook me early dinner. Finished Dinner, same as the lunch yesterday minus the pizza by 6 PM.
Was surfing the net, watched a few episodes of Three's company on VLC player and now in a while i will hit the sacks.
So a routine useless monday comes to an end.
So before i leave, a slight abstract, yet beautiful poem for my beloved..my one and only...


my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skillful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building that and this into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He'll not my tower,
laborious, casual
where the surrounded smile
hangs..breathless!!


Love you!!

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