A new turn

I don't think i am chasing dreams, or illusions. What is it that introduces an element of irrationality in human thought? Dreams are not real enuf, and illusions are madman's playground.. So how do you define illogical behavior, is there any freakonomics or game theory to explain this? or is the bigger picture not so illogical and there is clear pattern visible from a vantage point?? Even so its only the puppet master who gets the view of the macrolevel and the players at microlevel are pretty much looking for rationality in every step yet somehow by divine power they willingly do otherwise and wonder.. Now that i have quit a well-to-do job in singapore for the Army, i have started to wonder why? i've told everybody its always been my dream to be an army officer, but frankly i never once had dream of olive green nor of rifles and medals, nor of bravery and courage.. All i have is a kind of pull which i cannot explain, an urge to just sail with the wind.. I wish i could take one deep breath and make such a jump that for one nano fraction of a second i could reach the vantage position of my puppet master and get a glimpse of my story.. err!! i shd stop fantasizing, not my thing... All i'll do is "wait and watch and sail".

Bite me- am still leaving

ofcourse XXXX SD is not a small amount... Can you think of the implications of such an amount on a multinational? or how many jobs this amount can save or for that matter how it impacts the P&L sheet of a 25billion USD company? how will they show face to their shareholders if they don't recover this 4-digit amount from a 23yr old engineer who thinks he can just leave the company, just like tat!! How selfish of him to leave a well settled job with a market leader. Why doesnt the noble and humanitarian intentions of the oil service corporates seep into its employees or atleast to some? Why is it their employees become business like when the company is so caring and wanting to spread smiles across continents. When will these rebellious slaves understand what loyalty is, in a way my company is loyal to shell, exon, chevron, stakeholders, ceo, board members and ofcourse humanity too(my bad to type it in the end) alas!! Who can understand the pains of a corporate...

Karl Marx on India.. sad but true

Written: on July 22, 1853
Source: MECW Volume 12, p. 217;
First published: in the New-York Daily Tribune, August 8, 1853; reprinted in the New-York Semi-Weekly Tribune, No. 856, August 9, 1853.
Signed: Karl Marx.
London, Friday, July 22, 1853

I propose in this letter to conclude my observations on India.

How came it that English supremacy was established in India? The paramount power of the Great Mogul was broken by the Mogul Viceroys. The power of the Viceroys was broken by the Mahrattas. The power of the Mahrattas was broken by the Afghans, and while all were struggling against all, the Briton rushed in and was enabled to subdue them all. A country not only divided between Mahommedan and Hindoo, but between tribe and tribe, between caste and caste; a society whose framework was based on a sort of equilibrium, resulting from a. general repulsion and constitutional exclusiveness between all its members. Such a country and such a society, were they not the predestined prey of conquest? If we knew nothing of the past history of Hindostan, would there not be the one great and incontestable fact, that even at this moment India is held in English thraldom by an Indian army maintained at the cost of India? India, then, could not escape the fate of being conquered, and the whole of her past history, if it be anything, is the history of the successive conquests she has undergone. Indian society has no history at all, at least no known history. What we call its history, is but the history of the successive intruders who founded their empires on the passive basis of that unresisting and unchanging society. The question, therefore, is not whether the English had a right to conquer India, but whether we are to prefer India conquered by the Turk, by the Persian, by the Russian, to India conquered by the Briton.

Read the complete article on http://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1853/07/22.htm

Sad mushairas #1

note: my try at a tragic poem.. dn't freak out, this is not my state of mind.. just trying some new stuff.. haven't posted anythin for a while, so thot y not try somethin diff... its a very amateur kind of poem, but who cares...


a wicked sight it was, a whore screamin at a tiger
the crowd erupted in appluase and laughed at the tiger..
the tiger was a slave and the whore his mistress
what now can a man do, when the whore becomes his fate..

Taking in a gasp of air, i wither in pain
i look out for the villain, but there is no one there..
I look back at my heart where the pain still reigns,
without a flesh wound nor blood, i know i am not dead..

and in the horizon there was freshness,
but above my head raced the storm faster than i..
i know it before hand that life has eluded me again,
and then i wake up, i am lost and wrecked..

t'was my time, my confession is done
i look again at the horizon, there was my peace of mind..
all the unfaithfuls had passed by my side, then came the truest of all
Death i had always wanted thee, atlast you've come