Thursday, December 25, 2008

To go beyond

It is half past five on a December evening. The sun is already set to plunge down into the horizon. As I drive into the 'Tech Park' I work in, I see a slew of people walking briskly while talking on their cell phones. They don visible ID cards and carry compact bag packs - a trait of engineers of my kind these days. They carry smiles on their faces; they are visibly relieved. Perhaps, they are more than happy, and eager to go home to their families.

I am driving at a snail's pace, negotiating an endless array of speed breakers. As I slowly go past the scores of seemingly young people, mostly in their twenties, my mind bubbles up a thought - there is a hell of a lot of potential everywhere! Imagine every one growing beyond basic engineering, and the values of offshore delivery. Imagine one and all to think beyond their set result areas. Imagine everyone blazing a trail of success and unique accomplishments. I can barely imagine the landscape then.

These ten seconds of temporal digression clearly accentuates one thing - Dreaming. Perhaps, it isn't as difficult to live that dream and dare to go beyond.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Solitude pays a visit

The sun is a few hours away from setting; it’s bright all around. The sky is clear, but for a few fleeting clouds. The colors, a rich blend of yellow, red, brown and green, are all around. The sight is pretty, to say the least. I am tempted to walk around, as always. I take a few steps, but the cold wind pierces through my skin; my sweater seems no good. A chilled cold drink can in my hand does not make sense. Birds chirp and fly around, just the way back home. I see high speed traffic at a distance; I don’t hear it. A few yards from me, the American flag and the Ohio state flag next to it flutter in the strong wind. The wind seems to be playful with the fallen foliage, displacing them everywhere.

A friend from the past comes to give me company. We travel back and forth in time, and memories bring smiles. It feels like old times, when time moved fast, but life went slow. The feeling isn’t all that bad. I then walk back to where I belong.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

The Zone

A humble perimeter of office space housing a handful of mavericks, separated by disposition, bracketed by merriment, disbanded from chaos and disconnected from time - a place on earth we fondly called Ramlal Zone, then.