Creativity and Silence

As I get glued to my dwellings very easily, I never find it much difficult to move from one place to another, officially or personally. The sour and indigestible days in the two hostels where I had been, has fine-tuned my mind and body, to get accustomed to the changing situations. But this new official abode and me, gosh! We are poles apart. I have never seen such a place, truly lonesome. Actually on hearing about this shift, the first thing that came to my mind was this scary & noiseless office and the speechless faces that I had seen once, on my visit.

I reached there on time, the next day and was allotted a seat in the corner, along with three others who were not even bothered about the presence of a stranger (The chemistry of their silence and concentration is yet to be revealed) .Expecting at least a formal “Hai” would be impractical here, said my mind; but one among them said. "Thank god!” A feeling flashed through me, at least one is alive .Others fixed their drooping eyes on the monitors; true techies.

I began my work, but couldn’t move at least one step ahead for some time. I felt that I have landed in an alien planet. Even my breath was getting chocked, in between the odd machine like humans.

Somehow I managed doing the work, and left the place. The next day too was no better than the first day, but slowly I started getting attuned to my new dwelling.

May be coz my creativity has now started working out in .NET or PHP codes.

De-sensitized...

Where has that anger and fury gone?

After those heartbreaking moments in Mumbai, public was really furious at the government and demanded accountability from the key positions. At every interview that I saw in the leading channels, they were raising countless questions at the government and the various reasons for not providing enough security to their life. I really felt that some strong action from the government might happen this time.

But where has all that gone. The blaze that arose swiftly in them came down in no time. Mumbai turned normal and so did the people, except for those who’s dear and near ones are no more. Life started moving in the same pace as it used to be, CST is again jam-packed with passengers and so is the other streets, where terror danced days back.

May be a rewind of that tear-jerking night would happen in the mind of mumbaikars , when they see the Taj or Trident, clad in black shade ,due to the fire and bombings.

Friends, we have again proved ourselves, that we are least bothered about whatever is happening around us, unless that disaster happens to one from our family.

To conclude,

M.S Dhoni will get Z category security from the government.

“Be happy Dhoni, at least you can walk gladly through places were we fear to even step in these days”

Well, what more to say?