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Friday, October 07, 2005
 
Not Enough Time
If you do return to this site after so many days of silence on my part, I must thank you very much. I am honoured.

I am also very tired. I have been working really hard. There is just so much to do when you start working hard. And well, the more you do, the more you find to do.

My calendar looks like a crowded tube station when the line's running with severe delays, and I just don't seem to find the time to be by myself.

Interesting concept

In India one does not think much about working till late in the night. Here in London, I work till 7 pm occasionally - yet, I feel completely run down when I do that. And of course, i never work weekends.

One would have thought such a lifestyle should be relaxed and easy on the nerves. But thats not true. I am as tired and stressed (hate to admit it though) as I have ever been.

Is it worth it?

It is not. Hence my suggestion (to myself, and anyone who needs it) is to forget! My Hindi teacher in school could not teach me much Hindi (not his fault) but he did teach all of us to forget and be happy. When he'd ask a question and somebody would say "I forgot", he'd say "Shabaash! Sab bhool jao, sukhi rahoge." (well done! Forget everything, you'll be happy that way). He'd say that a million times.

Hence I will forget everything for just now. The weekend is upon me. I must enjoy.

Strange fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.
- posted by Rallix @ 11:27 AM 0 comments

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