Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A Workplace RHapsody - 4

The clock is merciful and hence I did smoke
The first puffs in my veins, made me act like a joke
I rush to the toilet and count the tiles
Those nine hours to me were a cool million miles
My mind tells me to go a little further
The body however, craves rum and coke together
Should I venture to new grounds with my evening alcohol,
Or stick to the tested and crawl up the wall
Colleagues are chatting and winding up for the day
Girls ganging, guys ganging, god it looks so gay
Now starts the ponder over the watering hole
My choice is where there is the freshest shoal
I shut down my computer thirsty for liquor
But even when drunk I judge better than Bucknor

A Workplace Rhapsody - 3

The man from the bank doesn’t look like coming,
Is he sitting at his desk and doing all his summing?
A brand new month is fast approaching,
And poverty is all set to start encroaching.
Liquor and cigarettes and expensive food,
Have drained all my money, my brother, dear dude.
I wanted some cocktails and took down a recipe
And summoned some grapes, and some snack that was crispy.
I won’t smoke till the sadistic clock strikes 6 times
Look at this line, with the previous one it rhymes.
The bottle on my table is nearly empty
I am balanced on my chair and won’t fall off like Humpty.
My stomach is upset, I am going to the potty
I might fart out loud if I feel a little more naughty.

A Workplace Rhapsody - 2

The electrons are flowing fast and free,
The watchman has got the office key.
The stairs are void of cigarettes and speech,
The cabins have people with one chair each.
Laughing and singing and working at times,
But lazy to the core when compared to wind chimes,
The mail from the boss was sarcastic to the point,
It made one colleague want to light up a joint.
A lady is quitting to take care of her kid,
I bet since he’s Indian, he is not called Sid.
They are discussing home loans and matters of money,
The beggar who passed by found it very funny.
Everyone wants to know what the other is doing,
Is it work, is it play or is it my coffee brewing?

Monday, January 28, 2008

A Workplace Rhapsody - 1

Introduction: Well, this one is inspired by Scott Adams, the creator of the Dilbert strip. In one of his recent blogs, he had discussed the idea of his readers putting down random rhyming lines which made some or no sense. I did my share of two and posted them. And then, on further contemplation, I realised - but why 2, and not 14? And therefore I wrote twelve more. I have not enjoyed as much writing something in a very very long time. This might continue as a series. Because, if 2 could become 14, 14 could as well become anything. But for the time being, here is whatever that has been manifested...

A Workplace Rhapsody - I

The computer is but a little matchbox,
And the mouse is everything but a fox.
The speakers are palace guards on either side,
The music is melody that I take in my stride.
The hard disk is full of bits and bytes,
The cabinet screws are rusted and tight.
The letters on MS word are of font size ten,
If the cursor grows it may look a mountain
The monitor is blinking black and blue,
One more time and I will trash it in the loo.
I pressed the enter key twice or thrice,
But I won’t touch the ‘Pause Break’ till my demise.
The UPS is down and hence I’ll stop writing,
Promise me it’s okay or I will start biting.