Existential Absurd

Chapter 02 Working in a corporate company is very decent way to earn and live. In fact, there are not many better opportunities out there which present themselves to regular people, are challenging, noble, satisfying and rewarding. But what is one supposed to do as an executive? Most corporate finance books will tell you that the job is to create value for their shareholders. More the value created, the better it is perceived by the markets and easier to get more money to grow. Shareholders is clarified as "entities who have [part] ownership of the firm". Basically, anyone who is sane enough to give them his money. Value might lead us into philosophical discussions but here it simply means the return on investment.  I think this is a stupid, stupid definition. It excludes the consumers of the business completely from itself. Consumers are one of the biggest money providers to any firm. If they don't buy your product(s), there is not much to discuss. Investors a...

Yellow lights surround me, it's like sepia mode There are people, several I don't know There are kurtas and sarees, and a node My parents are there and one guy who wants to sow. I see his eyes, they speak about his dreams But do they follow my eyes? On the red tinder Not blinking and ready for water streams Black kajal beneath them and ample sore. My future is on the left, and past somewhere outside It has been so easy till now, to let everything go His mistakes and his flaws, my life had become cyanide His arrows on my heart and his tobacco. Why do I feel today, such difference? I should be at peace and the future I had chosen I can not find the answers, the vociferous heart aches, my head is frozen The fire burns in my heart, with my his pyre What have you done to me Baby.....what have I done?

Bangalore, pre May-Day, 2018 A city based techie working for a major garbage aggregator, executed his one year plan in waiting today. Mahesh, 27, has always been bored by May-Day. "Mid week holiday and even our US office is closed. It's the most irritating day of the year. I thought I would go mad if this continues every year. Nothing moves on this day. So I made up a plan in 2017 to figure out what to do on 2018 May Day." The entire process stretched for six months. Mahesh adds, "It was tough. Planning isn't easy. It effected by daily routine of reading India-Pakistan comments on Youtube. At one point, I was so stressed that I shouted at my boss for no reason." As per our sources at Kacharwala, his boss got really pissed and when Mahesh confronted him with "That's what you do all the time", the boss got super annoyed and escalated the matter to his senior, shouting at them for no apparent reason. Mahesh told us what his plan was. ...

What is the graph of Y = -1? It’s a place where all your relationships become meaningless.  It’s a place when things that gave you joy become a source of pain. It’s a place when you can’t concentrate on anything.  It’s a place where everything is negative.  It’s a place where you are free from happiness. Therefore, you are the in the truest sense, the most satisfied person.  Let’s embrace the bottom. Troughs are tough but if you make them your benchmark, everything automatically becomes great.

Unable to talk to you.. I miss the sound that caressed my ears.. 2 seconds of a hello have become my lifeline. -Mute

Aaj aisi hai meri holi Ke chere pe hai gulaal..baal hain bheege se  Labho pr hai muskaan..kameez hai fati si  Seene pe hai rang pute hue..kahin laal kahin neele.. Andar bhi hai rang jism ke..baingani daudta hai naso mein khoon ki lalima me ab neela mil gaya hai Ye neela wahi vish hai jo shiv ne piya tha purano mein  Usne to garmia se piya tha..mere andar to paida hua hai..  Aaj aisi hai meri holi..  Ke prahlad na chah kar bhi jal na saka..  Aur main na chahte hue bhi jal raha hoon..  holika to khadi tat par aabaad hai..  Abhi to bas mere jauhar ki shuruwaat hai..

Tere na hone ki ek aadat si pad gayi hai.. Tera chehra ab yaadon mein nahi ata Teri hasi ab kaano me nahi goonjti Tere sare shauk ab bhool gaya hu Na koi movie dekhta na hi koi pyar bhara khat likhta hu Dilchaspi aayi thi jo zindagi tere sath jeene me Uss zindagi ko na hi jeeta hu, na hi ab kosta hu Bohot sukoon hai ab mere mann mein Jab se teri aahat ki peechan nahi rahi Ek samay aisa bhi tha jab tere liye mar mitne ko tayaar tha  Par ab laparwha ho gaya hu..befikri ki aadat pad gayi hai Na nagme hai, na kisse hai, na baatein hai aur na hi yaadein hai Bas hai to ek shikwa apne aap se. . ...Ki kyu tere na hone ki aadat si pad gayi hai..

I have been living for 6 months in the Southern part of India (Can I call it South India without sounding like a North Indian pig?). Meeting and observing people from the vagaries of life is so exciting. Often the people I have met have Hindi as their 3 rd or 4 th language. While conversing, they will definitely try to bring in a few Hindi catch phrases so as to sound more relatable. What’s the most common catch phrase they use? Nahi yaar What’s the most common words they use? Par, lekin and nahi. So is it true that we catch the negative words first? I remember, when I was in Gujarat, my favorite line was “Upartho nathi”. What’s my go to phrase in the local language? “Ondu nimisha”. phew..takes my breath away. I have always heard it when someone wants to stop someone from talking. I use it randomly anywhere I wish. And of course, Neevu kare madutiruvu. Auto response on phone calls rules my life.

If love can be a place, for me, it will always be Humayun’s Tomb in New Delhi. The grandeur of the place is enchanting, seductive and peaceful. The green gardens pull you to the ground, to touch and caress the grass. The central water fountains are filled with lustful waters and one will be very lucky to sit with his feet inside it.   The red stone has aged gracefully, which gives a might splendour to the entire structure. Nothing beats an afternoon spent there, lying on the grass and watching squirrels play.  The truth which everyone ignores is that the monument is still a tomb. An epic, representing death of someone great.  As I dreamt today, I was at the very same place by night. Without any moonlight, the place screamed with terrible terror. The giant roofs of the tomb look miles away. My whispers echoed through the gardens. The fountain seemed to be filled with viscous black oil, unflinching. The squirrels appeared nowhere. The red stones were painted...