Monthly Archives: December 2008

Well I couldn’t find a more appropriate name for this post. Just a little bit of introduction. What follows here is, for lack of a better term, verbatim representation of my dreams.

I bet there wouldn’t be many who didn’t feel sleepy after a good lunch in an office. And I am no exception (even if you are an exception I won’t buy it now, so save it!). However, I had a ‘job’ to do and I was trying to fill in a document. Drowsiness set in as I tried typing in and the result was the following. And I even distinctly remember that I had even done some corrections and undos to the text, shook myself up once but dozed off again. Remarkably I kept typing and what I typed makes an interesting read:

The state department looking after the welfare activities of the project For Environmental clearance Zevil that mEn Do l Mamma ccccccchudalani undi…. Ninnu chudalani undi……………….sssssssporapatu apnulka cheybommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cheepalani udn\\n rahul, rahul… nenu, rahul tandrini. Boommmmmmmmmmalu chese prati naatyam. Adi antyamo, ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm amrutamo, edo teleeni paristhiti. Chaal akashtanga undi. Evadu ekkpoyelaage unaddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd Maine gente hi nahin, main nssssssssssss\\ ladki , isme log kuch bhi keh sakte hain,aur sj som mle mu nujhsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss wow… I’m goddamn sleepy… I wonder what I can do about this…

Adi sare gain vennu maadhavan madhavani niddddddddd Enti cheyyali? Naalugu gaddar signulni pattukunte sari padi pyu yetla adukunede? Oppp, endukura ilanti pichi panulu, ”addddddddddddddi


Hope my boss doesn’t see this post…

I wish I was the morning rays caressing your face
Or the wafting smell of coffee disturbing you
Or the warmth of the cup dissolving in your hands
Alas, I cannot be any but am just someone
Wishing goddess a beautiful morning


What can few cubic inches of space hold?

Does it have enough for all the memories,

for words both said and unsaid

Can it withstand the flood of emotions,

shoulder the burden of trust, and

And cleanse the ugliness of the naked soul

Can it preserve the radiance of the purest of

all gems, friendship

bear the emotional density of uncorrupted love

and can it, in return, share a little of all this

What can few cubic inches of space hold?

What price can ever be paid for it?