Ineffectively intelligent

I chuckle at the coincidence. One of the trolls looks like a popular leader. I see reflections of his allies and opponents in the other figures, and start building stories around it. This promises to be a trip with high creative potential. On the way back, I see a rather threatening figure looming large in … Continue reading Ineffectively intelligent

Perfect strategy

“Good morning, Joe!” “Well, the morning has not been so good. I was on the boss’s firing line.” “You should take your reports to him at the right time.” “And when is the right time?” “One needs to figure it out with observation. Befriend the boss’s secretary, keep your ear on sounds that escape from … Continue reading Perfect strategy

Relief

I am the black sheep in the family my mother looks down upon, and humiliates at the drop of a hat. I tried hard to come up to her expectations, and then reached a conclusion that it isn’t necessary. I’m happy to live my life in the way I want. There was a housebreak in … Continue reading Relief

Spunk

She found herself with a shrink on a blind date. “Why should a celebrity choose to go on blind dates, when you’ve had your fair share of high profile link-ups?” “I needed to see myself in a different way, after the last movie bombed on the box office.” “Hmmm…  a problem in handling failure, and … Continue reading Spunk

Lingua Franca

There are certain words that sprung up in my late years, and some existing words in the dictionary that became commonplace. Words got abbreviated, and the spirit lost in the carelessness with which these are thrown around. Awesome and Rockstar are two I can recall right away. ‘Amazing’ was the boss’s remark on congratulatory mails … Continue reading Lingua Franca

I dreamt

I dreamt I was the moon. Miraculously, the underbelly of the world revealed itself – crime, conspiracy, concealed hostility. I swelled in size gradually, as I internalized the gory tales. I wish I was the Sun, scalding all…. but it was a moonless night again. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/22/prosery-2/

Making of a criminal

This toy gives me immense satisfaction, especially while watching WWF on television. I treat my enemies the way I want to. It is catharsis. Today, I see them swimming out of the well. Maybe, they have a soul… but they failed to see mine. I push them back again. (259 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/07/23/twittering-tales-146-23-july-2019/

Those unkempt guys…

They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes. They looked rather unkempt in distressed denims, straggly hair and unwashed/unshaven faces but carried the latest devices. They spread out to different spots and remained busy on their equipment. Seven hours later, the skies turned  a dark grey with rumblings of thunder, and the … Continue reading Those unkempt guys…

Waiting Room

Whatever I feared all my life as painful, is not so. The transition is smooth, and I find myself in a place that looks like an empty waiting room. I choose the first chair on the left, for getting a good view of new entrants. I hear a scream before I can sit. This is … Continue reading Waiting Room

Blue-eyed boy

“Sir, this act is in contravention of rules, and needs an approval from you.” “You are doing it to increase revenue, and enhance your performance ratings and increments/bonus. It’s in your own interest.” “That is beside the point, Sir. If something is beyond my defined powers, it needs an approval from you, or I could … Continue reading Blue-eyed boy