My study variables seek attention...
I read, re-learn and work on retention.
I dwell, I stare, I re-look, I flare...
they stare back- a cold, calm unnerving stare...
almost like they know their positions
but I am unclear..
They correlate even in ambiguity
partial, multiple, sporadic are the relations
Some Structure, some Equation, some Modeling
is all they ask for.
I love my variables...they are my 'puddings'
hate to drive some home, love to invite new ones
i create this mess...and still wanna talk
See my emotions in gestalt,
fragmented bits are statistically suicidal..
I vary my variables, play a game of hide n seek
I keep counting
and they smile with some cheek!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I love the rains...
I love the rains...
as innocent as the entwined fingers
as soothing as the warm hug
as everlasting as the first kiss
I love the rains...
as innocent as the entwined fingers
as soothing as the warm hug
as everlasting as the first kiss
I love the rains...
WLB indeed!
Working with WLB,
I have many things to observe and see.
I have many things to observe and see.
A recent b'day of a little boy i know
Found me interacting with all the moms on the go.
The kids chirped, the moms conversed-
Intro sessions to sharing kid woes.
What they did? where they worked?
In conversation, the thought was forked.
Some did 'nothing'; were moms full time.
Some chartered accounts, working part time.
Some had a con-call to attend-
Various careers and dreams latent.
Discussed they did how kids are important.
Career and kids don't go hand in hand, they say.
Let the husband work long hours, the wife needs to care.
This was a simple understanding and uncomplicated fare.
Guilt driven they felt when time was taken for self.
They had packed chores and moments in life's shelf.
But what after they grow up? asked one.
What will we do then with no career, the thought run.
I sat a silent apectator
wondering a little-
No theories can explain this
No models can delineate the intricacies.
What makes moms like this, I wonder.
Before them, they put the world without a ponder!
Found me interacting with all the moms on the go.
The kids chirped, the moms conversed-
Intro sessions to sharing kid woes.
What they did? where they worked?
In conversation, the thought was forked.
Some did 'nothing'; were moms full time.
Some chartered accounts, working part time.
Some had a con-call to attend-
Various careers and dreams latent.
Discussed they did how kids are important.
Career and kids don't go hand in hand, they say.
Let the husband work long hours, the wife needs to care.
This was a simple understanding and uncomplicated fare.
Guilt driven they felt when time was taken for self.
They had packed chores and moments in life's shelf.
But what after they grow up? asked one.
What will we do then with no career, the thought run.
I sat a silent apectator
wondering a little-
No theories can explain this
No models can delineate the intricacies.
What makes moms like this, I wonder.
Before them, they put the world without a ponder!
Random words @ Meeting moments!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
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