A verse continued..

So the other day i was reading up on my background research for my project in the library. Trying to understand the intricacies of the MPLS architecture(!) and seeking to improve it in my project which needless to say was not achieved. But then, that is research! So hitting a mental block with my project i looked up and saw these lines carved into the desk..

The sun that never sets burns on

new light is the river's dawn.

The blood that runs through me

is not my own

I thought about the guy who wrote it and what he had in his mind when he wrote it and what caused him to digress from his own work. But whatever the reason i decided to honour the verse in the only best way i could, write a few lines of my own. So i wrote..

Look at the way the wind has blown

of all the things gone down.

Why doesn't your blood boil,

How do we repay our ancestors' toil?

I dont know if they make sense together, but the beauty of it to whoever comes upon this desk is that it remains anonymous. Sometimes I hope I return years later, to the same desk to see more verses after mine and a poem still unfinished and still unnamed.

Vending Machine Justice

Well i have always had a kind of love hate relationship with vending machines, since you never know if its going to pop out something it holds or is just going to eat up your money. Although you dont see too many of them in India(which makes me glad, since it means employment for a person), there were far too many I came across in the UK and a far too many ate my money. They are virtually ubiquitous vending everything from chips(crisps for my english friends!) to contraceptives. Anyway back to the story, as I said, many a vending machine had failed me or rather deceived me. So one night, I was really hungry after a few unusually rare hours of study at the library. Deciding to get myself a chocolate, I said a prayer to all the gods of vending and popped in a coin and pushed a button. It started whirring and made some ambient noises of providing me with the promise of a snack. Being already skeptical and prejudiced against vending machines, i pushed the button again. What happened next was not earth shattering by any measure, but it dropped two chocolates, not one and I was sure i put in the price for just one. Needless to say I was thrilled. So I tried the same thing next night with the same result. I took it as redemption for the times i was wronged by these diabolical machines. This led me to conclude that when it comes to vending machines, what goes around, comes around twice.