Hard bargain

Pathways fold, circles turn
Stories are told, emotions churn
And driving through the woods,
Some lessons you learn

Genuflecting before the altar of time
The mind raced back to the origin of rhyme
The volcano had been brewing for ages
Fulmination was due, said the wise sages

Senorita breezed in, the volcano burst
Nectar rained, quenching Vesuvius' thirst
Pregnant was it, ha, with benign steam
Senorita's touch had magic, or so it seemed

But poor Vesuvius, it was alas a rock
Senorita left, A colossal shock
Now the lava began to spew
Rustics said, the mount's askew

Time warped, a metamorphosis began
Towards bitter reality, the terrain ran
Diagreta had eyed Vesuvius for long
Now was the time to play Adonis' song

Warm steam was all Vesuvius could proffer
He feared the lava might scorch the coffer
Diagreta smeared the ash in his face
Insult over injury, Agony over disgrace

Some curious visitors did Vesuvius receive
"A volcano, ha, its trying to deceive"
For into the vast cavity, when they cast a peer
Cold winds blew, it was ice, sheer !!!

What seems like your loss
What seems like my gain
Is a lifetime's deal for you
For me, a hard bargain.

Moot point

Having slept for 18 of the last 24 hours, a certain sense of guilt has been knocking on the door but the immense satisfaction of actually having slept EIGHTEEN of the last 24 hours has bolted the door tight enough to prevent Satan's minions from powering through.

Sundays are usually happy days; well at least for the first half before the ominous dusk signals an oncoming Monday (which without a doubt is the worst invention ever, after the cigarette & the dynamite). Today was another happy one with catching up on old friends Satya (the venerable entrepreneur) & Tanmay'a' (the wily tortoise with a "Shell") consuming the evening.

Discussions ranged from the plethora of exchange students dotting the IIMB campus to the "whys and whens" of MBA to the awesomeness of Domino's garlic breads which is supplied with the manna of cheese dip. (Do not water your palates so soon). But one pivotal discussion ranged around the vagaries of management consulting as a profession. Tanmaya, being the hard nut he is, was hell bent on theorizing that consulting was only about "stating the obvious" while yours truly was attempting to sing paeans for McKinsey in the dim hope of a Mck partner overhearing the conversation and jumping out of the bushes with an internship offer in hand. Satya was his usual diplomatic self. I could only hear his "Yes, you're right" in the midst of the argument. I didn't know who it was addressed to, neither did Tanmaya, and I guess, nor did Satya" :P

So what's the point? Well, there's no point apart from the point that there is indeed no point. Or  is there any? Well, thats a point. Or is it?

Baaaah, I need more sleep............

Cheese Tikka Sandwich

220 days have elapsed since this hallowed portal, narcissistically titled "Me, Myself & My life", received my care & attention. This crassly apathetic behavior can be attributed to a multitude of reasons like Maggi, The Dark Knight, Trekking in Auli, end of graduation, parting with friends, MBA and the grossly humbling experience at IIMB. If you are wondering about the connect between these things  - it is their mind-numbing impact which rendered me at a loss of epithets every time I even dreant of penning my thoughts. Though I have been shameful enough to pass the burden onto these urban legends of my recent past, there is no denying that Christianity's seventh deadly sin - sloth, has taken me in its grasp.

Well, I have been thinking for some time about rejuvenating the blog, but the very pressure of pulling out a bunny that would justify the prolonged absence and cover up for the 9 months that my readers have spent in considerable comfort in the absence of this brain-twisting document barraging their computer screens, has warded the QWERTY from my fingers.

But, Lo & behold, here I am with the crappiest of posts. Pardons are sought in advance as the purpose of this post is just to get the crank shafts moving and the oil flowing. Also, the sudden revelation of a huge vacuum in my cranial cavity has caused a dynamic change of objectives for this blog. The transformation shall be apparent in the subsequent posts.

Following the platinum dictum - "Promise less, Deliver more", I neither avow, nor promise any further truisms or altruisms. But keep looking this space if a brutal murder of time is on the cards.

And if  you are wondering what the title is about, it refers to my post-dinner snack yesterday night (which were accompanied by rather unsavoury gulpings of Gatorade)