Month: August 2002

Work and fun

Whoa!! days are passing by real fast – weekend whizzed past me and I didn’t even notice !!!
Work, work, more work… …
Managed to watch Humraz yesterday – Could have been made into a better movie only if it was half its length. The first half really dragged.
Going to Bangkok for a business trip on wednesday. Lot of arrangements to be done.. I am dead tired but this trip is important for us as well as Aasim who will stay back with my parents for the first time.

Of sitting at one place and writing

I sometimes think of discontinuing writing in this journal. Throughout the day, I am running around the office and home organising things, talking to people, attending to guests, looking after the interests of the office, watching over Aasim, feeding him and his father, going here, doing this, looking at that… I just can not sit at one place for long enough to write sensible entries.
I reminiscence those carefree days when I had few friends to talk to and all my emotions and feelings I would pour in my diary in the form of poetry. I found that diary today buried deep inside my cupboard.
Even when I worked 14 hours a day for Pressman, I had more time at hand. This poem was written on one of those evenings when I was looking at the sun setting in the horizon from the window of my cabin on the 14th floor of my office building. The love of my life was hundreds of miles away and I longed to touch him, hear him, see him…

Standing
near the window
whenever i peep out
and look at the tide
receding and
the waves far away
kissing the shore softly
I recall
our evenings on the beach side
when we walked
hand in hand
looking for the
barnacle colonies
over the rocks
searching for the colourful tiny crabs
leaving behind
our footsteps
in the freshly washed sand
The sun,
unleashing its
evening colours
splashing it across the sky
into our hearts

(Written: Feb 12, 1993)