Another king, another day, another plot!

Once there was a king who was mighty strong!
He had battled with shield, swords and all!
He captured and gained and held it all!
His enemies were now with in the walls!

He thought of ideas to finish them all!
As they say an apple falls!

He had a competition to find the strong!
He put them against the enemies tall!
With a smirk he called it the gladiator hall!

One by one the strength faded off!
An enemy stood upon the cliff atop!

It was a time now that the support had tilted a lot!
The crowd cheered for the ring lord!

The pieces had moved and there was a changed plot!
The king once again waited for the apple to fall!

Inspiration: Gladiator

What was heartening about yesterday??

Returned home after a terrible paper on Tuesday, November 22nd, 2012. Still not frustrated by the eventuality since it never mattered to me. It was merely a formality and certainly not the point of discussion here. What was heartening to see were the events that took place after I returned home! I was assigned a few domestic maintenance chores by the 'Mukhiya - Head of house'.

As sincere as I am to such jobs, I totally forgot to check up on the status. Late evening I got a call from a electrician (would be better than quite a few electrical engineers ;) --> no irony) to know if he could come down for the job (in the background --> I had tasked it to a few people rather than 1 to expedite the task)

He was a young boy of say 20 and was returning home after a field day at an Indian corporate after a training session on electrics and mechanics. This is his pursue of education as well.  Stipend of 2000 Rs. After a hard day there (drawing from his toiled look and his clothes) he showed eagerness and a lot of grit on his work. He moved from one job to another at my house with a spring in his step and as a man on mission ;).

After putting in several hours, all tasks were done away with. His job was much neater than so called experienced electricians with whom I have had interactions by dozen. Further he did a few tasks as clearing up the mess created by their labor which is generally not of consequence to them after task complete. It is looked down upon by them.

I was overwhelmed by his hard work (certainly a notch above me) and more so by the attitude and desire to work until completion. I have always held that "Attitude is what helps climb altitude". It was words put to action. I paid him handsomely (probably knowingly overpaid without any strings to a discussion). I have hope for the boy to excel in his life and he sure will be my first choice in future affairs.

What I could think of later in the dark hours of night was the difficulty to break the shackles and to move beyond one's limitations. Of certain people it is expected, of performance. For destitute, I regard it as marvel and worth applaud.

I have always held that creation of base is difficult than creation of the later phase.

Serious respect for the chap.

13/9/11                                1.15PM-2.00PM

Down the memory lanes

I travelled through the lanes through which I used to travel yester daily.

I passed through the spots which had not changed any mainly.

Memories came back with several thoughts: that first crush, that first violent shot.

Those many successes and even greater failures piled upon.

I thought to self, if one thing I could change, it would be what?

Would it be that instance when I could propose?

Or

Would it be that election where I did not swear?

I thought and thought hard.

Any change would make me what I am currently not.

It would have molded me into something I know not.

It is good to live a life well known than a life whose realm is unknown.

I smiled, revisited down the memory lanes; there is nothing that I did like to change.

Advice

Who am I to tell you what not to aught?

It would be folly of my wisdom to advice on.

The best I can is suggest and with lot caution permit at your side.

After done I suggest to clog my thoughts out.

Suggestions will prove good if instincts backed it.

My position, allow me not to make this personal.

Morality ensures that mistakes prevail.

And insist if, I shall speak.

11/12/11 – 8:53 PM IST

Nazgul on the battle field

The eagles swarm over the battlefield. Never has it happened before that the Nazgul went to battle and there men dead not. For what invites the Nazgul is at least of most importance to many.

Nazgul leads his pack on black beastly horse. His clique howls behind him. His horse seems to be stuffed out of proportion. A strong a horse as any.

At a distance the enemy blows a horn. Once. Twice. Then stops. Nazgul has drawn his sword from the stealth. It is pitch dark. Is it the metal that is dark or is it stained with dry blood?

There is gleam on his face. As if certain battle remnants have gone un-noticed. He kicks his horse and charges the attack without any theater. His army follows instantaneously. The battle begins; the eagles smell blood.

13/06/2012, 9:10AM

1 liners

Success is just like money. Quickly earned, quickly spent. 16/6/12, 9:20AM

I shall take it by power, what is mine. I shall not seek what isn’t. 12/6/12, 7:00PM

A time will come when I shall have worldly desires, power, so called respect but will miss a few things in life, a few moments, a few people..

Should I work to bring that time? 19/5/12, 3:24AM

Success is just like money. Something that comes quick will not stay long. 18/5/12, 2:26AM

The Nazgul’s Ride

The Nazgul rides as a stalwart, viewing the thrashed landscape of his enemies.

He rides with a smirk on his lips.

Could he have defeated his enemies without battle, Could he have avoided the lashing; he prefers not.

The truth still prevails in the wise mind of Nazgul that avoidable actions were avoided not.

The lure to exhibit power had done it all.

The Nazgul still rides, but now back looped.

He carries the burden which when he was king never deemed fit.

The Nazgul rides and rides on.