Appraisals…

Appraisals…appraisals…

Bell curves, don’t let you go up vertically…

Keep you on the verge of falling into the valley…

And balance most of you on its belly…

Ratings, you know what’s in there….

Still you are hopeful for the better…

In the end, you feel the same as last year….

Promotions, don’t expect them without enough fame….

Once you get it, it doesn’t matter, cause work is the same…

But you suddenly find where to put your blame….

Increments, don’t happen to change anything….

Month-end brings you almost the same thing….

But, you pacify yourself that something is better than nothing….

Appraisals, judge you, encourage you…

Try you, and sometimes destroy you…

But never let it extinguish the fire within you…

Spheres....

I wanna pierce through the layers of spheres around you...
I start counting the number of spheres around you...
But soon I loose the count as I find multiples of you...
You are the center of social sphere,
You are the centre of workplace sphere,
You are the center of family sphere...
And at the center of all these spheres, I again find you...
I wonder if spheres have trapped you.... Cause at the core I find lonely you...
When I think I am close to you, I bounce back, away from you...
Then I realise I have the same network of spheres around me....

Philosophy and Alcohol

Philosophy is like alcohol…
One cannot do bottoms up with it...
It has to be taken slowly, digested, and then you become ready for another shot...
Otherwise the hangover can ruin the taste of rest all shots…
An overdose can change your perception of things…
But the right quantity of it makes you feel ecstatic…
You usually don’t like the first sip of it…
But soon you become addicted to it…
And you want only your favourite brand…
Like mine is Ayn Rand…
Eventually, you become capable of ingesting more and more…
And that’s when you need to layover…