Monday, April 21, 2014

21/4/2014 Time- 9:35 pm Location: Seawood,Mumbai.

Finally I have decided to pen down my thoughts again,i was on a hiatus. I was swamped in my own miseries, own agony. The human dimensions seems to deviate, nothing to moot on. Days passed, nights piled on. Each seconds swept in mere thinking. I understood many facts and details. The contrite shits won't fetch me anything. Life is a boomerang, things most unlikely will surely make you  realise about the shits you didn't intend to do. The more I tend to think, words seems to figure out itself in a rant-fied version. As if now I lack my proper voicing.I tend to ripe, my soul seems to lack a voice, a voice gagged with the chunks of metallic coins. That same clinging noise irate me,which makes it presence felt all the time,despite how much I may try to muffle your ears. This monkey keep me in a loop and play with my inner demons. In last two days, I pretty much realise that I'll be doomed for a longer time here. Only my mind is my chattel, else I am
all sitted. A cubicle where I need to sit, drudgery office hours,phone calls and outlooked maze with all haze. Phew!!Opacity , Sitting and twiddling the computer keyboard. How much you may try to eschew anything bad, the complexity tends to find its way lucidly. Majority of the crap pops up at the end time of working hours. But what I have felt or absorbed so far is that, we all are slaves (paid-slavery). Ergonomics is quite simple in this office. You need to be lazy to complete your assigned work. Being effective at that moment lurks you for a bordom surged hours later.Its better to slice up the works and do it slowly. And invention of
new phones with internet connectivity is a great tool to kill boredom. Apps like whatsapp, facebook and Twitter tends to make one's time fly quickly. I am also planning to create a new Twitter account, a new
name and a new persona to shape. I confess, I wasn't much of a social guy, I find my solace in my own space. Now the vary word space rings to my ears as a luxury. I cry and wry for Space. Eletronic maze do
gives a voice to me, blogs are amorous way to extend my thoughts.

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