alll day long i sit in front of the big box which flashes different colours at me.. some black spots called letters also come onto a plane called the screen. a wierd sound i can hear from the people sittin around me. i think they talk in some code language... i wish i cud decipher it. its irritating wen everyone makes some weird noises at u n u can make no head or tail of it. its been two months now n i still cant get a single noise uncoded... n its all bcuz of the pople around me. they refuse to speak in any language that i understand.... if somebody keeps makin noises at u r u ever goin to understand wat it signifies till they translate it for u ??? they have to do that for u to understand... rite?
but NO they shall not do that .the people above me in the ranks shl not speak to me directly... why ???? because i cant make noises like them its degrading for them to talk in a language that the whole country understands... eventhough they noe it.
but they r the ones who wud start ratlling off in english wen they see some white skin.. but an indian has to noe their dumb morse codes.
they r still doin it to me ,i am goin mad, everyday.i dont talk to ne1 in the offuice sittin here .. a dumb employee ..little by little i shall forget my language n stop talkin forever...
watin to get put of this place another 40 minutes to go n i will get freedom will be able to talk in some languge that i can understand n not a sign languge...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
kerela n life
things have changed over centuries....
wen i walked on the moist brick outside my office without chappals on i felt like i went back in time. we have changed we dont have sensations n moments. the feel of the breeze on ur tummy the feel of pebbles , walking on a road on a hot summer day naked foot...
we have stopped feeling. stop urself from doing nethin n FEEL everting around u gives u a sensation. feel like goin into the wild naked feelin the grass the trees the snakes n the bees the sound the light waking up all the senses in my body becomin a human ...
away fom these plastic life away from the rubber soles .... to become a ..... whole
wen i walked on the moist brick outside my office without chappals on i felt like i went back in time. we have changed we dont have sensations n moments. the feel of the breeze on ur tummy the feel of pebbles , walking on a road on a hot summer day naked foot...
we have stopped feeling. stop urself from doing nethin n FEEL everting around u gives u a sensation. feel like goin into the wild naked feelin the grass the trees the snakes n the bees the sound the light waking up all the senses in my body becomin a human ...
away fom these plastic life away from the rubber soles .... to become a ..... whole
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