Why an exclamation mark you might ask? Well the answer is simple. I am a Clerk in Training now. I shout out Clerk Course in an exclamation of unity with the rest of my Clerks in training, whenever we get dismissed or greet a superior officer.
I just realised that I haven’t blogged at all about all my time in BRT. Its strange but cannot be helped. It was a mass of 7 weeks, filled with pain, suffering, sweetness, with the tang of human sweat. Not a nice sight, smell, etc. I swear to you. Nevertheless, I’ve come out of it all, that much more appreciative of the things that are in my life. The iPods, the cellular phones, the MSN contacts that I maintain. These little things make my life all the more bearable.
Thank You, the ladies in my life. Without Grandmama, Both of you I wouldn’t be walking around. Without the pretty girls waiting all over the world, I’d be alone.
Thank you, Dad, coz well You’re Dad. And Mom, Coz you’re the only Mom worth having.
The cool breeze as you step
into the room.
Your eyes, with a glance takes it in,
the knowledge that the room knows
Knows you are here.
The old whales, they stoop over their chips,
the young and fab, want to bed you.
And yes, she arrives.
She who is yours simply because you’re you.
You’re the inevitable embrace,
The demonstration of your powers, your license.
Your own decisions, the life, death, the love.
Its all there. Take it with the responsibility?
No, take it with a martini, shaken.
Deck of cards. Aces
A stare from the Sharp.
You know as always, the fate of the free world
in your hands. And yes, everything ends.
Orbis Non Sufficit. You need to be Bond, just for once, for
the once in a while.
The expected is what came.
What came to you in a flash of light.
When you know its going to happen.
A deja vu
You cannot help but ask why.
Why did it come to me?
I expected it.
Did expect it
Why is this poem even called The Expected?
The phone rang and I was thinking,
just before about something mundane.
Something material, Something that always becomes insignificant.
You know before the night falls
Just before they arrive.
I must be there!
I must make sure that this is not the end.
No, Never The End.
You expected it didn’t you? Didn’t you?!
If you did, then why are you being a little Puss.
A Puss which mews
She’s my grandmother.