Time and Tide…

by Dreamcatcher

Its strange and ironical but everytime I am asked what is it that I like do in my free time, in addition to singing (which I do even when I am not free), I mention that “I like writing”. I take pride in the fact that I was the Editor of my school publication and attribute my selection to not my flair for words but to my consistent contribution to the magazine. So where does the irony part come in…the fact that my blog is over a year old and it has only all of 3 posts.

This is where I can start of with a million excuses about how I do not get time to even think about blogging, or how I almost always started writing my blog but MBA (and my work prior to that) never let me enjoy my “interests” guilt-free, etc etc. But the truth of the matter is I was pure lazy. I could have not spent just those extra 15 minutes browsing curiously through the profiles of the million friends I already know so much about or the other million I am so curious about but just fail to acknowledge it. If only I spared 15 minutes from my “incessant talking disorder” and channelled my energy to blogging, I would definitely be over 3 blogs old.

So what point am I making here? And before most of you start thinking “Oh no…another pointless conversation!!”, let me assure you, there is a point. So hang on…don’t go away.
Ok sorry...the point!!

My Dad always wonders why we have such a standard alibi for most of our failures to complete an assigned (or what should be understood as assigned) work… “Dad, there is no time…where is the time???!!!???”. While I have used it over a countless times myself, I realize in most situations it is nothing but bad TIME MANAGEMENT and sometimes lack of inclination and a disease called “last minute syndrome". Ahem!!

Lets get to point one, there is nothing in this world that one cannot make time for (Oh God, please don’t make Dad read this. I will have to come up with a new alibi). While MBA today stresses on work-experience, one of the biggest screw-ups of professional experience is the constant need to check your email. OMG…its amazing the amount of time in a day that I Refresh (even when auto refresh is enabled) to check if “I got Mail”.

A colleague of mine in school took the brave step to come to school one day without his laptop. My curiosity of course did not fail me (as always) and I asked “How come??”. To which he answers “I am really not THAT important you know. My life does not change every second. I think I should be more focused at studying for the exams next week.” We all laughed our guts out. But its so true.

As per an article I read, on an average, every person spends about 7-8 hours a week checking PERSONAL emails and visiting social networking site. Please note…PERSONAL!! This does not include replying to work emails. It’s just personal. Also note the word “average”. This lends another interesting twist to the story. The population of this study includes any and everyone who uses the internet, for whatever purpose. It includes all age groups. Which means your grandfather, father, mother, aunt, and neighbour are all included in that. I know my Dad spends all of 17 minutes every 4 days deleting spam and reading the 1-2 important personal mails. (These 17 minutes also include 4 minutes of complaining about how we need to buy a new keyboard since he does not know which one is the letter “r” and which one is “t” and finding letter “p” and “o” on the keyboard. But that’s another story). This phenomenon multiplied by atleast 30% users…So my point is, this gets people like you and me higher up on the curve and implies we spend more that the average 7-8 hours per week. So really, is there lack of time???!!!!

This is where my second point fits in…if one is inclined to do something; one just has to make time and in most cases will end up making time for it. I have time to check personal mails, I have time to scrap and “poke” and “pillow fight”. I have time to chat…lack of time??? Really??? All it took me was the determination to want to write a blog. And here I am typing away fervently without care for the world. Right now there is nothing that can stand between me and my blog. Right now there is nothing more important to me. My social networking friends can wait. (Not that they are dying to talk to me). I can check my email later.

The flamboyant Richard Branson is referred to as “Dr. Yes” by the members of staff at Virgin. Of course this has got to do with his spontaneous response to every question followed by the necessary action to this reaction. This chief of Virgin with businesses from wine to mobile phones to airplanes to radio stations to wedding gowns to books does not seem to complain about time. So the question really is…lack of time or lack of time management??!!??

Hollowed Happiness

by Dreamcatcher

He was sitting by the window
With a cigarette and a beer.
Watching the city live life on the edge…
The daylight had receded
Electric lights making way,
The breeze was strong
The rain lashed against the window pane.

She was standing in the kitchen
Preparing a meal for three.
The loyal house pet watching the dinner preparations intently…
She had worked all day
To make this meal perfect,
The spread she planned
Was thought over repeatedly.

The little one sat in her room
Preparing a gift for him.
Hoping to render it with a priceless touch…
She carved it out of wood
Perfecting it through the day,
She wanted it to be extraordinary
All she waited for was a smile.

He sat recollecting the last forty years
As he sipped the last drop of the pint.
Knowing fully that he had achieved his dreams…
He felt a void
An unbearable emotional pain,
He was trying hard to overcome the feeling
But in vain.

He knew he had everything
She knew she did her best.
All the little one prayed for was one more mark in the school test…
He knew she did her best
He knew the little one was exceptional.
She knew he lacked the spirit
All the little one waited for was a smile.

Lifes Little Ironies

by Dreamcatcher

I sat to write a poem
I didn’t want it to rhyme
I know it’s childish, I know it’s a crime
I can’t help myself from crossing the line

The lunch is in the cooker
I didn’t switch it off in time
I pretend to like the soggy cabbage
How can I admit the mistake is mine?

I started to chase a dream
It seemed simpler before I started trying
I know I can achieve it
Just convince the judges of mine!

I saw a movie that made me want to dance
I was determined I was a natural at the art
I went and enrolled in a class
The lady said, you will have to learn right from the start!

I was convinced I was in love
Until I had a chance to talk to him
They all seem dreamy, they all seem nice
The dream is perfect, till you meet their future wife!

I know I have to study
But the movie channels don’t seem to be friends of mine
How else do you explain,
All the classics on TV, all at one time?

I want to loose some weight
But the chocolates don’t seem to stop coming
I would have controlled from eating them
But how can I say no to something that’s divine!

I saw the perfect dress
It was a size too small
Even though they say it exists
Clothes that make you look slim DON'T exist in malls!

I got a pimple on my face,
At first it was fun to pinch
Now I have so many
Nothing I can do will make a difference of even an inch!

Life is full of Ironies
They never seem to run out of style
I want to write a poem
I do not want it to rhyme!

A blog about absolutely nothing...

So finally after registering a blog name over 5 months ago, I have sat down to pen (hmmm…ok type) my pilot posting. Wanting to post a blog since 25 October, 2006 (Yes Giri…that’s why I called you so late on your birthday…I was thinking of an apt name for this page), I have finally decided to take the plunge.

Now before I go on (and believe me I can talk and talk), I would like to warn you that if you are reading this page in the hopes to finding some truly intellectually stimulating reading material, I suggest to click on the icon on the top right corner of this page with the title “Next Blog”. Because, (Sorry I know it’s grammatically wrong to start a sentence with “because”, but really, nothing else fits) for the uninitiated and unacquainted people reading this, I would like to let you in on a little secret; half of what I talk is crap and the other half goes unheard (since the people listening to the first half cannot take it any longer). And yes, I can digress and digress even more, so you really have to keep up with me.

While I am aware the 83% people reading this have logged off or changed blogs by now, and the remaining 17% have no choice but to continue (I am probably standing behind them with a gun on their head, forcing them complete the section), I am going to continue. Because (There I go again…oops sorry), I believe we live in a democratic world and we all have the right to continue doing what we believe in. And you have the choice to either continue reading this or not (except you 17% people).

Did you know how the word “blog” came to be conceptualized? It’s a blend (or as technically known: portmanteau) of the words “Web" and “Log”. It’s as simple as that. Anyway to get to the point…(What is it…I forgot….ooh…yes…so getting to the point)…

I could not think of a comprehensive “About Me” for this blog. I did not know what my signature line should be.

I am a dreamer; not a realist.
I am an optimist; not a pessimist.
I chase my dreams; I don’t wait for it to happen.
I don’t need you to start a conversation; I am comfortable in my own skin to introduce myself.
I know my self worth; I joke about myself just to be modest.
I am not insecure; I just have my fears.
I am always singing, either out loud or in my head.
There are a lot of things I don’t know; I have no qualms about asking other people about it.
I am not a feminist, but I cannot stand men who don’t truly believe that we are all equals.
I get stressed to see the extreme living conditions in my country; I will never run away from it.
I want to be a writer; I want to write a song.
I want to be a poetess. I want to write a play.
I want to make a movie. I want to paint my dreams.
I want to be a businesswoman. I want to live a million dreams.