What if god was one of us... parodied

Disclaimer: This was not written by me. Not even remotely close to how I write. So please please please do not comment that this is my best written work so far. Here's a parody of the one I posted before... If god had long hair-and a goatee, and if eyes were pretty glazed-if he looked spaced out, would you buy his story, would you believe he had an eye infection. and yeah yeah, god looks baked, yeah yeah, god smells good, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. what if god smoked cannibus, hit the bong like some of us, drove a tye-dyed microbus, and he subscribes to rolling stone(d). when god made this place in the beginning, did he plant any seeds or did he put them there for adam and eve, so they'd be hungry for the apple that the snake was always offering. and yeah yeah, god rolls great, yeah yeah, god smells good yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. what if god smoked cannibus, do you s'pose he had a buzz, when he made the platypus, when he created earth - our home... ...does he like pearl jam or the stones... ...and do you think he rolls his own... ...up there in heaven on the floor... ...and when the saints go marching home... ...maybe he sits and smokes bowl...

What if God was one of us

A song I like... If God had a name what would it be? And would you call it to his face? If you were faced with him In all his glory What would you ask if you had just one question? *And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make his way home If God had a face what would it look like? And would you want to see If seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets Trying to make his way home Back up to heaven all alone Nobody calling on the phone 'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome Just trying to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to heaven all alone Just trying to make his way home Nobody calling on the phone 'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Nothing to write

Gosh! I have nothing to write about. I have thought, pondered, scratched my head, looked up, looked down, looked out, looked in. Nothing. Zilch. Zero. This is so unlike me. I normally have so much to say (ask anyone who knows me) and today, even after a week, I can't think of anything to write about. So while I continue to scrap, reply to nice ones and the unsolicited ones (will you make friendship with me-types), read other people's scrap books (guilty), battle with a cold, take care of the bad burn on my hand (and try to avoid the antibiotics), cook, clean, read, watch movies, meet people, try to talk in telugu, annoy friends on Yahoo, bully everyone, book e-tickets, fill-in India Bulls forms and pen in a 126 signatures, eat, sleep; I am also on the look out for inspiration. One idea. Something. Accha chalo, half an idea. Kaam chalaloongi. This Jack of All trades Excel Queen Master of None just cant think of a thing or half or even a quarter. Wonder what I am going to do? Without a job, no means of income and spend-thrifty ways... and I can't write either. Now no one will have a reason to visit my blog, so no one will click on the links... booo hooo I can't make money out of ad-sense either....

Layers

While I am waiting for Anand and Rohit to come back home and chatting with my online friends... I am still posting stuff... Yeah! I have lost it :)

Layers over another

Like an onionYou peel the skinTo find another below

So many facesSo many liesOne over anotherLie upon lie

Never the sameAlways a-changingColor upon colorDie over die

So to match myselfWith everyone elseI cover myselfLayer over layer

Till I find myselfSmothered, beyond recognitionTill I can't make outWhat is me and what is rot

I want to peel offBut the layers, they cling onBits n piecesThat make me, me

I take off the layersThe bits n pieces tooAnd nothing remainsNot even me
But something remains
something like me...

Waiting for Glory

This is something I wrote a long time back...

Waiting for Glory

Lost and forlorn,

Standing alone,

Long forgotten,

Never remembered maybe.

Old and alone,

The walls cracking,

The paint never won its war

Against the elements.

Lovers carve their name,

Etch it for eternity,

Lovers separate,

The names remain.

The authorities come,

Take pictures some,

Inordinate delays,

Keep tourists at bay.

The tomb awaits,

Day after day,

The monument stands,

Waiting for renown...

Busier than before

With no office to go to, I find myself busier than ever with more things to do, places to go, people to meet, things to buy, books to read, movies to see, people to scrap, blogs to write... phew! Some people ask me what I have been doing while most generally assume that I am chillling out. I could answer - I have been shopping like a maniac - for myself and others, meeting family in between, cooking, cleaning, organizing, reorganizing, reading, watching movies, talking on the phone and irritating people, surfing, orkutting, researching stuff I want to know more about... or simply take the easier way out and supply the answer they are looking for (which is what I generally do)! It's past midnight and a whirlwind of activity has me feeling really tired... works so much easier... but then this is a whole lot of fun. A little tiresome, albeit fun. Wonder what I am going to do when I get tired of this...

Laid off and so much to do

The most amazing things happen... a mere coincidence or synchro-destiny? Two months ago, I got tired of it all and wanted to quit my job. (this has happened a few times before but I plodded on and the feeling disappeared gradually) Strangely, this time the feeling didn't ebb a teeny-weeny bit and kept getting stronger till I couldn't take the pressure any more. Went up to my Asst Mgr, told him, this was it and he thought it was a big joke and let me be. The next step - got to the Mgr and tell him. Did that. Asks "why?" Coz I can't take it anymore. Hmmm... off he goes to the Asst Mgr and says I have another offer and I want to quit!! (Ha Ha!! In my entire career I have always quit first and then looked for a job later... if only he knew me...) Anyways Mr. Manager says ok, put in your papers tomorrow. D-Day. All set to send in my resignation. Mr. M calls me to the conference room and asks if I coudl stay on till November. I say sure, if I can get about a week off in between. Mr. M readily agrees. So I stay on... counting days... September comes with big news and bad ones at that. Mr. Bush has signed a law that makes our business illegal in the US. People are going to lose their jobs. Right-sizing will happen. There is no work at offfice and a feeling of ennui creeps in mixed with dollops of tension... time comes to a standstilll and time creeps by.. slowly, achingly. Frustration is the order of the day. Crosswords keep me busy and what little work there is only adds to the annoyance. But anyways, thats the only sad part... I know that if down-sizing is going to happen, my name will definitely be on THE LIST. Rumours abound and no dates are given. It could happen tomorrow. It could happen 2 weeks later. Talks are on with 888.com. India ops might shut shop. We might move to the old office. Oh! Come November, and sure enough, my names on the list. With a good severance package (that's already been credited to my account) I am finally free. Free to do the things I want to. Laze. Read books. Cook. Clean. Travel. Play. Blog. Freedom... sweet sweet freedom... (If I had resigned then, I would have been quite a bit poorer and would have had to work a month. Wonder why my manager asked me to stay and I wonder why I agreed so easily. Impulsviness does have its virtues and a good turn does get you another!)