At the drop of a hat

It almost feels like "Breathless". Was listening to it in the morning and at the end of it I was visibly panting. Wonder what one would call it... probably a virtual impact that translates to the emotional and transforms to the physical. Whew!! This is utter rot. The truth simply is that I am getting terribly bored. Amar boss jodi eta daekhey taholey bhabbey "bekaar employ korchey". Cant let that happen but at the same time cant curb the instinct to talk... if only virtually! So "at the drop of a hat" took up pen and paper, ofcourse of the soft kinds, and started editing a soft post. Damn! did I just say editing. This bloody job has got to me. At home I cut ma short as she slowly unfolds her daily stories..."Come to the point ma, aeto ghuriye bolar ki achey." Its terribly exasperating, for me and for poor her. She's an absolute darling. God! just the other day as she was searching for "garam masala" (searching for anything in our house is like finding a needle in a haystack, literally!!), I glibly told her 'control f'. Na, am serious. I even look at the lower right hand corner of the mirror to keep a check on the time. Beware, this is what hours at the computer does to healthy souls!
Damn (@#$@!), gotta go. Can see a frantic waving out of the cor.. (hold it, coming..) ner of my eye. A job is a job. Will come back later!! Adieus!

random thoughts*1

There's a joy in sitting idle... 'bin terey sanam, mar mitengey hum'... ah that was someone's mobile ringing. You become more attentive and sensitive to sounds around you. Almost like the Wordsworthian silence — a presence that rolls through all things suddenly becomes so evident. When you are laid asleep in body and become a living soul! Such suspended animation — is it possible anymore? Oh yes, a presence still rolls through all things. The talk, maybe mundane, but is true. See those smiles passing around, they belie a secret knowledge, glib in the confidence that not all know the cause. There will soon be a huddle and well, let's not go into that.Sometimes I wonder what exactly would change these environments into something better. Why all this brouhaha about the so called corporate world it's DIRTY'! Don't the people make the place what it is . If dirty is what the place is to all then why not change that which makes it so? Now here's a thought. Think on this and maybe I'll have a new take on this after I come back from lunch. Ooooof! these hunger rats will not be ignored any longer! They are insisting... (catch ya later hmpph!)