Being Undead

A new life is about to begin
A new morning for blue birds to sing
The orange glow at the horizon makes sweet promises
of clear blue skies, of yellow lillies and purple primroses

But unfinished business in this life
like chaines around my ankles anchors me as i spread my wings to take flight
So my soul wanders like the ghost of me
Let me go, set me free.

This old coil i want to shed
That path no longer i want to tread
I have found the place where i i want to be
Let me go, set me free

Not that this life was bad
Scars are like tattoos, works of art
Let them in silence tell my story
Now let me go, set me free!

Rollercoaster Ride

My lifes been somewhat like a rollercoaster ride for sometime now. Left home on the 19th of May and nothings been the same ever since. I am now an employee of one the the top 5 IT Services companies in India or so they claim. If ever anyone was to study the applicability of the chaos theory for the business world this company would make the perfect casestudy. A very apt joke to relate here. A Russian friend after living in India for about a year confesses to me that she's started to believe in God. On enquiring for the reason for her new found faith she replies, " In russia there are rules, there is a system for eveything and everyone follows it so things work. In india there are no rules, no system yet things work - There must be a God." To quote my mentor here, "The only type of person that can survive here is the kind that can thrive in chaos. To break the rules, you must know the rules and the only rule here is there are no rules. If you're the kind of guy who needs a 5 step startegy on even how to sneeze you're better off at Infy".
Uh man there is so much to talk about but lunch beckons and the stomach growls. will be back
muah