we in the east

the western society has always been selfish. they always form rules, clubs, organisations to their own advantage. even something as mundane as the time-zone has been devised to suit them. it's we who get up before them. start toiling before them. bring the world to its functioning mode before they wake up. gross injustice.

5 you said?

5 minutes are bliss. When I pull the blanket over my head and snooze off every morning. 5 minutes are comfort. In the examination hall. 5 minutes are a savior. When the death of deadline is pushed.
5 minutes are enlightenment. At the coffee vending machine in office. 5 minutes are perfection. When I garnish the dish before it is attacked. 5 minutes are confusion. When with a handful of gel I try another hairstyle, and, in the same breath go back to the previous one. 5 minutes are flash-back. When I spot a primary-school friend in a crowded mall. 5 minutes are an hour. As I wait for my mother to walk out of my room before I swap the channel. 5 minutes are forgettable. When I gave my first extempore speech. 5 minutes are nail-biting. As I search my name in the passing-out list. 5 minutes are consequential. When the principal notices it is me booing the guest speaker. 5 minutes are a hunt. When one sock is in my hand and the other is god-knows where. 5 minutes are a challenge. As I try to convince my professor that I lost my assignment on way to college. 5 minutes are critical. When I am trying to control my bowel movement and at the same time speeding to reach home sooner. 5 minutes are fidgety. As I keep looking at the phone waiting for it to ring.
5 minutes are all the same. As I drive down the highway for miles and miles. 5 minutes are technologically challenged. As I leaf through the user’s manual of my fancy new gadget. 5 minutes are yes-no yes-no yes-no. When my father asks me to attend a relative’s wedding. 5 minutes are a discovery. When I am cleaning my room after ages. 5 minutes are a battle. As I bargain to buy my stuff at my price. 5 minutes are frozen. And I can go back to it in the photo album. 5 minutes are life. When I say no to burning it away at the end of a cigarette.

wat you reading?

haven't read a good book lately. a book that leaves you with a thought, stirs your brain and lasts longer than the last page. My Feudal Lord, that's the book i just finished reading. lots of drama, domestic violence and extra-marital affairs is what it's made of. it's a definite page turner, though at times you curse the woman for not walking out on her husband. it's a real life account and if you do a google search you will find faces to the characters. and yes, i am still with the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. but somehow it has lost the zing in the second book. so i am on the lookout for a real good read. got any recommendations?

i think i should eat something

now i am bored.wish the curtains, here's when naren walks in. i talk to him for a minute and as he returns i turn back to writing. curtains i wrote? i don't know why i wrote that. i wasnt thinking of curtains. or was i? if i lift the curtains it's rohit this time, let's share the ideas. after a visit to my boss' room i am back to the blog. curtains? thats where we were. i have yellow curtains at my home. curtains are a funny concept. i mean, you want to block out the outside world, but not totally. it's like dilly-dallying between a yes and a no. not sure which way you want to go. my lense is irritating me, things around are appearing clouded. the lense is working like a curtain.