Infrired

April 24, 2017

Mindless consumption creates empty shelves. Empty shelves result “sold-outs”. Sold-out generates curiosity and pre-booking. Pre-booking demands supply. More production creates an illusion of need and necessity. Need gives birth to innovation.

Necessity Mindless consumerism is the mother of invention.

Earth Day really?

Travel light they sell.

Travel toothpaste

Travel soap

Travel shampoo bottle

Travel body lotion

Toilet rolls

Special Instructions: At the destiny please make sure each person gets their own

Expired? Throw in the bin

 

Cafe delight

White sugar

Brown sugar

Honey sachet

Tea bags with sachets

Disposable cups

Tissue to wipe off the tiny two breadcrumbs

Make own tea at home? Don’t know how

Make your coffee at cafe? Gladly show me now

Expired? Throw in the bin

 

Pizza anyone?

Chilli flakes sachets

Herbs sachets

No don’t need. I have

It’s not need, it’s free. Take it they say

Excess? Throw in the bin

 

Grocery so tidy and clean

5 gms

10 gms

50 gms

100 gms

500 gms

1 kg

Buy from wholesalers? -No. Too many steel containers needed to store.

So many plastic wrappers?- Recycle can’t they?

Energy consumption for recyclying? -Huh matters that much? Shrug away

Too much grocery? Throw in the bin

 

Testers

Samples

Free samples

Plastic boxes

Take aways

Tissue paper

More please?

One for myself

One for my best friend

One for my family and

One for the road

Too much of everything? Just throw in the goddamn bin

This, the deadly world of disposables and single serve packets we have built for ourselves. Oh so neat and convenient.

The Earth be damned. After all we won’t live forever! And scoff…

Words

There are some words, just thrown out in the universe for anyone to pick. You are probably the only witness to the exact minute they are out and they coincide with what you had been struggling to come to terms in all those hours that went by. Those words punch into your solar plexus, leaving you gasping for breath. You want more air, more strength to withstand the impact, while you shiver with anticipation needing an end to the misery, if at all there is a cure. A feeble thought comes to your mind, they were meant for you and just you, always you. That feeling surpasses everything that held your composure, its so strong that for a minute you are ready to throw all caution to the wind, only just to own the words.

Except that time helps you pass through this feeling while your mind wins the battle with your heart with the first light of dawn. They are after all just words, it says.

​A day out of my diary

13th February 2017

It’s a significant day. Not that I would have remembered otherwise, but since I have nothing better to do recently, I am “analysing and researching” (a very important task, there is a pay attached for some) the rapid rate at which everybody’s profile picture is changing on Facebook. Suddenly the vibe’s “Love is in the air”. Happy couple faces, (kids are out of harm’s way, at granny’s probably) with a background which seems kind of exotic location, or even made to believe snow falling selfie corner.

It makes me think and rethink, and then again think. Is it really true that everybody now has found amour? There goes my inner voice with scorn,” And where the hell were you looking?” Sigh! er…(now here reality has a knack of striking hard, killing all ideas of romanticism. Watch how)..er… and also travel money for those picture perfect backgrounds, an alternate to a dental whitening session (has to be an alternate to dentist visit), a budget friendly evening wear rental website, which makes sense-really! Where do you wear those clothes again, unless you are invited to red carpets every fortnight! Lucky you, you [bleep]!!!

Ah! Now you see where my problem is? Its tough not to be skeptical, when you have been posing single in pictures for almost half of your life! Okay I may be exaggerating here, but lie I shall not. That train of thought above will need some work alright, but I have a deadline to meet which is tomorrow.

Well I say, give me a gorgeous looking man, with an alluring smile, a cleft or dimple would be just fine, fierce jaw line like Donatello just chiseled away, eyes that hypnotize-color no bar, a few inches taller than me when my heels are on (actually nevermind can Photoshop that. Hush now, it will be a secret), clothes that speak the language of elegance and green rolled into one. That should do. Hmnn not bad eh!
So then I can update my profile picture with him by my side, yes in that 3/4 angle holding in a never-ever-will-I-leave-you grip (I need to breathe thank you), my “Truly, Madly, Deeply” melting eyes look (I will work on it “I Swear”) and join the bandwagon on the 14th February Valentine’s day.

They say, celebrate the little joys in Life. Well, I do too. I really do!

Happy valentine’s day everyone and may yours trend in the romantic profile picture award of the year, after mine tops it 🙂

A decade and more

10 years 7 months.

This is the longest I have stayed with anyone in my entire life! Go figure! (Feel free to read meaning into it).

Couple of days ago, I bid adieu to my colleagues and my day job. I carried home all fond memories which included all the exe’s and current. Getting footloose at annual parties, binge drinking with fellow partners in crime on sea-shore, realisation of the fact that I will not field in any cricket match ever, gossip-chat-discussion-laughter friends, indulging in short sweet tooth craving outings, travel dumb charades buddies, exhilaration after trekking 1440 ft height fort (leaves me gasping for breath even now), the  brainstorming during presales projects, faith of my junior team members, opportunities bestowed by the now global HR, friends from IT who were an SOS call away, humbling CSR activities, fulfilling creative pursuit workshops.

This last one though had the rest of the organisation going green with envy. Just a few of us folks were the chosen ones for this workshop. We got 3 weekends to destinations far from the city, clicking photographs, dancing around campfire, star gazing on dark nights, with all expenses paid. Well, but this was the general slightly exaggerated impression and we all let them believe. In reality, it was a lot of hard work for long hours, multiple assignments and introspection not for the faint hearted!

Now that I am not billable for some time, I returned to my half read book. Below is a quote from it-Mirza Ghalib A biographical scenario.

Hazaron khwahishen aesi , ke har khwahishen pe dam nikle

Bhut nikle mere arman, lekin phir bhi kam nikle.

Posting some pics with us all, the people who matter to me from this past decade long journey. Even if you are not in the pics, you are fondly remembered. Please know that!

1

Party-We celebrate and how! 

2

Honoured- Only pic sharing same frame with The global HR

3

We indulge- Food, desserts…weight! whose watching?

4

CPW Workshops-In pursuit of happiness?!

5

Trek-Climb every mountain, ford every stream…

6

The morning after-Still fresh, coz we didn’t sleep

7

Popcorn time-In support of regional movies and a dear friend

8

We won-The only match I played in

I am me

I was not prepared.
when he raised his voice to silence mine
I was not prepared
when he wanted to own and strip me of my being, but not walk with me
I was not prepared
when he fantasied me in his world but changed his path before the bend ahead and walked into her world
I was not prepared
when he showed up naked, but wanted me to be nude
I was not prepared
when I was told I am safe here but then he touched as if he just could
I was not prepared
when he unknowingly sucked out my spark, simply wishing I would somewhere ignite his art
I was not prepared
when my beliefs crumbled, but I showed strength to keep his identity safe.

He asks me why…
why I don’t have faith
why I don’t have trust
why I don’t respect him
why I don’t tell my story
why I don’t cry as such
why I don’t laugh as much
why I don’t meet him that much
why I am alone

I tell him, I am who I am
I am prepared now
I am prepared to walk alone
I am prepared to trust my own
I am prepared to smile and laugh
I am prepared to invite that little tear which is now a dew drop
I am prepared now, which is why I am not who you think I am.

I am me. Now free.