Nirvana

 One of the most moving poems I have come across.

FUNERAL BLUES

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    — W.H. Auden

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After months of deliberation, I registered for the 2008 PGCBM business management program being offered by XLRI via Hughes Globalnet. I was shortlisted for the interview and I am fairly hopeful that I will get in. Classes start in May and the course is 14 months long, I am looking forward to being in a classroom (virtual anyway) again!

I drove down to Vythiri Resorts at Wayanad this weekend along with my friend’s family, it was a great drive and we had a good time at the resort amidst nature. Kerala boasts of beautiful, picturesque places lush with green forests and lakes. Throw in the ayurvedic massages and great climate, it’s a great tourist place to unwind.

I sprained my foot while playing basketball and the doc confirmed that it’s a hairline fracture that will take couple of months to recover. Funny, I have never had a fracture before.

Wildly waiting to watch Coen brothers’ latest movie, currently reading Calvin and Hobbes, Osho’s self-awareness and First Things First by Stephen Covey.

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