code's own country

he's here
for a living
he looks around
sees zeroes and ones
restless, like electrons
trapped in clogged arteries
of a digital heart

ropes of the noose
that hang around his neck
naphthalene balls and hand driers
that adorn the rest rooms
the low hanging fruits
that rot in the cafe...
anything else brother???

cries
from the laptop's brain
burps
from the card readers
balderdash
erupting from dingy cubicles
oh yeah, he lives
in code's own country !

hey...

humans...
enslaved futiles...

{hope you all are fine/great/good/ok}

;)

whisper

:|
until you close the window
bathe in negative thoughts
aren't you all tired?
being positive?
please escape.
else,
be prepared to live.

wisdom

six years of corporate life

!!!!!!

i admire my patience.

this place is also rotten

like the rest of the world.

but,

remember: food-clothing-shelter

hmm

language.
bull shit!

yes, bull shit.
(~poor bull~)

mumbai blasts

will the blood
quench our thirst?
we all see,
we all feel,
we all act,
within.
yes.
we're narcotized;
we're dysfunct;
we're desensitized;
-the human race-
anyway, it's monsoon.
it'll rain.

about technical writing

it is simple.
common sense
blends with
good language skills.

disagree?
yes.

corporate baloons

you can find many these days.
in bangalore.
corporate baloons.
colorful.
bubbly.

but...

and, life goes on

yes.
till...
death comes back