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Thursday, 27 August 2009

  • When the lake broke

    Were you awake last night
    When the lake broke
    Into splinters flying apart,
    Like the words between you and me?
    Into spaces where we searched for remnants
    Of worlds left behind.

    Did you hear the sound of footsteps receding
    As we walked away from ourselves?
    Like tassels, they trail us now,
    Flowing in a random order.

    Did you see the sun
    As it strolled over the horizon?
    Did its red fiery eyes
    Tell you it had to die,
    To live another day?

  • The first pet

    “Jeff, we should buy you a pet,” Rhea said.

    “But Mama,” Jeff clutched the metal figure of a puppy. “I already have a pet.”

    The pet-bot pressed its muzzle against Jeff’s arm. As it let out a shrill electronic whimper, a tear drop rolled down from its eye.

    "Woofer’s the best pet in the world."

Sunday, 16 August 2009

  • Freewheeling feet

    When feet burn with a restless thirst,
    And eyes invigorated by sleepless nights
    Dance with enigmatic smiles.
    Boredom dusted off the shoulder,
    Fades into a distant speck.
    With logic and reason
    Crumpled into paper balls
    And tucked away into the corner of a shelf.
    The leash of routine snapped
    With apathetic unconcern;
    The wandering soul has no relief
    While insanity tugs at the sleeve
    And the world struggles to catch up
    Chained to its peripheral needs.

    And while I walk away,
    I feel like a child again.
    Armed with a sack on the shoulders,
    And even though the snow covers the hill,
    Wrapping it in its shroud,
    My feet sing a new song,
    My sight undimmed, no road is too long.

Thursday, 30 July 2009

  • To all you corporates

    Dear Mr. Senior Manager / Decision Maker,

    I wonder if you know me, but I do know you very well. I am a software engineer, that breed of people who make your products, who ensure your services run without a glitch. Never mind if this requires us to work late nights, or take on more work than we humanly can. Never mind if some of us end up setting up camp at work place, with our family wondering if our office has become our home. If only you had the good sense of recruiting enough people as per the project requirements, rather than worrying about your gross margins.

    From time to time, I, a software engineer, receive emails from your desk about newly formed policies. Policies that affect your employees, policies that affect your engineers. Policies that are applied without giving a penny’s worth of thought to the affected employees. Pay cuts to unbilled employees (even though they may be racking their brains to get that solution right, but are unbilled to up your gross margins). Leave without pay. I must say you guys are quite ingenious when it comes to cutting losses (or ballooning profits). I am sure the next plan you come up with will beat all these schemes. So Mr. Manager, could you tell me which institute or B-school taught you all these techniques? Maybe a programmer could take up a course there (he would not have much to do in case he is handed the inevitable pink slip) and learn a few innovative techniques to combat those of your own.

    Wonder why the pay cuts are not handed to the management. Wouldn’t it make sense to have lower pay cuts across an organization instead of having a select few facing pay cuts? That would seem appropriate to my limited logical mind, but I think you have better abilities. Hey, wait a minute! I think I have figured it out. If you cut remuneration for the management and they quit, who will make your policies then? Big big problem, isn’t it? It’s okay if your engineers are sent packing. What’s the big deal with that? You could have a single employee taking on the superhuman work of 2 or 3 or even more resources. Let your engineers become robots, you would probably be all the more happy with that. The work would still go on, and you would have your coffers full. Talking about robotic engineers, I have a suggestion. Why don’t you hire robots instead of people with flesh and blood? Robots would never get tired; they would never have to be paid. Ah, but would they come up with creative solutions like we do? Your guess is as good as mine.

    A few more questions, Mr. Manager. What would your management team do if you did not have a single engineer? Would your policies earn customers? Would you still find a way to hoodwink them? Well, given the skills at your disposal, maybe you could still do that, but I won’t bet on it.

    Hopefully this angst will not be futile. Perhaps you, Mr. Reader, are indeed one of the decision makers wherever you work. Maybe this will shake you out of the cocooned reverie you are in. Maybe, and this is purely from your perspective, you would value the greatest assets in your organization: the men who make things work. Without whom, all your plans with ornate presentations would stay within those PowerPoint slides you make. Stay there, lifeless and unrealized. Is that what you want? 

    I just hope, in all optimism, this letter would force you to get your behind off that fat, cushioned pay-cheque and do something about the people who breathe life into your organization.

    Regards,
    A software engineer

Friday, 05 June 2009

  • Why I write

    I write because I must.

    I write to free myself from the entrapment of words.

    I write because under my skin, words wait to break out, one letter at a time.

    I write so that amorphous fleeting ideas could be given form, so that they may be alive, for left to themselves they would fade into oblivion as unknown unsung martyrs.

    I write because this is the greatest form of expression I have known. This freedom of not having to hide, this bravado of uncovering the lid, this insanity of losing control. This is what I need.

    I write so that, in some manner, my words would seep into your soul. Sometimes they might come with the silence of a stealthy cat, so that I could enter your mind and catch you by surprise when I stare right back at you. Sometimes they might march on with the strident sounds of a chainsaw ruthlessly cutting through stubborn trees, quashing all opposition. Sometimes they may hold you by your hand, and take you on a trip to a fantastic land where thoughts have crystallized into life.

    I write, in the hope that my words may spur you on to take a trip to nowhere, immerse yourself in obscurity and find yourself back again.

    I write, because some day, I would like to be remembered for my words. Just my words.

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