Revisiting relativity

'Ek Lamhe Mein Simat Aaya Hai Sadiyon Ka Safar
Zindagi Tez Bahut Tez Chali Ho Jaise'

Much has happened. Bhopal is so unassumingly beautiful. So much quite culture. It almost has me believe that life is all about just that, Art and Beauty. But only almost, because during the same period I have met more human mediocrity than I have had managed to have deep breathes. This dichotomy between the sublime and the unbearably mundane is too much to handle. This! This I think must be the reason why I feel that I have just spent the fastest month-and-a-half of my life.
Feels like a lot and absolutely nothing.

The Swab Story

(Especially for Sheetal)
I came across a new product today. A kind of industrial size giant swab. It (the swab part consists of shorn fabric hanging from (not like you would imagine- a rod or a stick) but attached to a thick rope of about a meter and a half. The mode of operation is to stand in the center of the room and violently swing this object about. The trick (and Sunrendra assures me it is all in the “Trick”) is to catch any dust that happens along. To access corners and tough access spots, you need further expertise. I did tentatively venture to ask if a rod-type-regular-swab would not better serve the purpose. For which I was scornfully put in my place. Those things are for lesser places. Pokey little, congested (the very word used) nursing homes and such. I was further informed that I might not have much experience with swabs but any decently large place used this variety. Also that the swab weighed a good 5 kgs wet and was quite physically demanding. And no it was not an in-house invention.
You may think that this is an unusually large conversation about swabs but perhaps Surendra the sweeper was alarmed by the paroxysm of mirth that had me incapacitated and felt bound to distract my mind. In fact so bad was my condition that the entire floor of my office has since enquired after my health. The sweeper story has swept the office corridors, and my mind of a few cobwebs.

Corroding cause

Power tussles, petty and important
Lies- white, black, bare-faced
Irritations, unnecessary and sapping
For a larger cause

A dozen dysfunctional personalities,
Characters sans character
A mire of inertia
All for a larger cause?

Walking backward up a hill
An active crater at the peak
The village looks on in lassitude
Sorry, what was the cause again?

Blu'ug'Blu'ug

I’ve been hesitating on the cursor for about five minutes now. Wondering what to say, basically trying to say that I’ve said too much today. What is with these vomitorious days? (aside: bakki!J) I’ve said all sorts of things to all sorts of people. I really don’t like it when I do that, but I like it less when I don’t say what I want to.
I was off for five minutes just now and I was at it again- shooting my mouth off! Really some days I am just completely beiqtiyar, will just go off before I say something I regret here.