Another insipid entry

Tarique says my LJ entries are rather insipid. So be it, such is my life. And who should I blame for it?

Asthma is at its worst. Home has been taken over by the pest control guys, the carpernter and the painter. We have shifted bag and baggage to the two spare rooms in the office. Hopefully things will be back to normal in 10 days and we will get to eat decent home cooked meals…

In another news, Pressman is about to start full fledged operations in Nagpur again after 5 years of gap. Veena has really worked hard. She is getting a pay hike plus two more executives. Feels good to see the Nagpur branch of Pressman doing well – I started it eight years back.

Into My Own – A Poem by Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew
Only more sure of all I though was true.

Aasim fighting sleep

Of-late I am finding that Aasim is fighting sleep a lot – his eyes are red and sleepy by 8 PM but he manages to stay awake till midnight. and sometime even past midnight Earlier I had attributed to his staying indoors in summer and not getting tired, but since his skating camp began, he does get tired.

I hate to scold him to go to bed – I feel a child should not go to bed crying. He already knows all the stories he should by heart still makes me read at-least 5 of them every night and still refuses to sleep. As I write this, he is roaming around the house sleepy eyed, refusing to go any where near his bed…