The New Year Night

"The New Year Night"

The year is about to end,

Preparing for the new year night,

All of my friends.

Champagne, Red wine, fire-crackers,

All is ready and the countdown,

Is about to begin. 

While, they pour the Red wine

in the round, long glass

And ask me to, "Come and join...”

I moved my face

With a faint smile. 

As I see the blood of

The young buds in the glass

In the the Red wine. 

When they were reaped,

By the sharpest scythe, 

Trampled in sand by

The fiendish guy. 

 How could I enjoy?

The countdown has just begun, 

The fire-crackers decorate the sky; 

Everyone is dancing, singing and enjoying, 

Energy around is very high.

A hand dragged me at this point, 

"Come its new year night."

A tear fell off my eyes,

"I hear you my young boys; 

My eardrum still vibrates

With your helpless cries,

When you were alone

Among those barbarians, 

Begging for life.

Among the roars of the crowd, 

Counting digits in the middle of the night, 

I hear your shuddering voice

That you called at that time

OH! How can I enjoy? "

When all are shouting of joy

I heed the cacophonies of

The mother crying after her child

"Still you expect me to enjoy? "

"No! My dear child, no, 

I can never enjoy

this New Year night, 

I shall remember that you..

You laid down your life

For the nation as a sacrifice.

I won't celebrate this

New year night."

To the rest, 

"A very Happy New Year 

from my side."

Paradox of Management

"Paradox of Management"

Walking through the hallways of history, the magnificent walls seemed to be narrating the stories of its greatness. Along a gentleman, I foot in the door, I was welcomed with a gush of gashing words; I swallowed them. Later on, the rain of humiliation started, I rescued myself with an umbrella of the membrane of an open heart. Then, I was panned to the limit that I ran out and spent some moments of realization of the intensity of the matter and the reaction to it. I stepped in again, bewildered and feeling as if I was breathing in a world unreal or of the world of witch of agnesi, but I was living in a world of humans of a different kind that I never experienced. So, I took the challenge.

Now, maybe the person guessed the storms of confusion in my head. Which is why, a sermon was delivered to me. "Alright, that's fine," I said to myself and tried to stretch the strings of patience to the last limit I knew. Though, after a crisp of time I felt breathless and my heart pounding, yelling and screaming for a way out; I slightly tried to show. Thus, I was told that it was just a reaction of a depression that someone had and the flu was cleaned over me! “Oh what”, I asked myself and tried to make the situation understandable for me, “the depression and the reaction over me?" I couldn't believe the time I was living in. Consequently, I asked God for mercy. 

Afterwards, I was tested and evaluated, jumbled up in my own words; ENGAGED for the reasons I didn't know. Even the two gentlemen sitting by the side got confused and exchanged smiles. After watching them grim over me, I wanted to bang my head over the desk in front or run out and never come back.

In the end I was told, “It was all 'The Paradox of Management' ", I looked up, "Oh Lord! You must be kidding me, I asked for mercy! Is that so....?" Flowing in the river of paradox of management, I was chanting the chores of my burial in the graveyard of insult; I had never imagined before those gentlemen that I used to call my seniors and the man I never knew.

Now, the tone was apologetic and friendly but I didn't need it, at this point; it was of no use. "To bring the best out of you, you should be treated with worst, to bring the finest of you; you should tolerate the ebb of dis." Those were the conclusive words I heard. I walked out with the theory of "Paradox of Management", being experimented upon. "I shall never forget this 'Paradox of Management'", I told myself as I walked back in the same hallways I came through, yet the stories were different that I heard from the walls this time.

 Before, I strode the last stair; I looked back and said, "No! This time, you used this 'Paradox of Management', theory over the wrong person at the wrong time; your management of your paradox was wrong. Not all are the same and not all theories turn up to become laws." I walked out with an experience I shall remember.

The reason, for which I was put into the situation, was never actually fulfilled and it never worked; though, I still ask myself of, "Why did I go through all that when it never had to happen?” Everything was out of my mind and my head kept asking questions like, “Do they put everyone in the same situation without even thinking about the results? No…, maybe I’m too sensitive for all this. Well, I don’t know.” I kept talking about whatever just happened to my own self. With the questions in my head, I walked towards my car and was taken away from the place towards my home with my head filled with many mysterious things; I still try to figure out.