The Sixth string Analogy

I have devised a simple analogy based on the sixth string football matches played in the training academies to explain the daily working of the organisation. It explains the complex working and allows one to maintain sanity. Sharing it for the greater good.

Sixth String is an elite group which is formed based on a certain required level of skill and attitude. The skill level should be skimming the rock bottom, while the attitude must hover at the upper extreme. In a standard 2×3 Matrix of management, with skill on the X-Axis with Low-Medium-High scale and Attitude on the Y-Axis with simple Low-High scale, the Sixth String finds the prideful place on the Top Left Quadrant of the Matrix.

The organisation in itself is completely the ‘Sixth String’, with no further sub-categorisation to avoid any variety and confusion. The selection of the team is with the lowest expected requirement of skill level and very little tolerance for an attitude lower than *’Unquestioned Willingness’*. Any variation and aberations are surgically ironed out with apathy and deep socialisation. CR is used effectively as a tool for socialisation rather than appraisal.

So once you have a fairly homogeneous team, the game begins. All those who are from higher strings and are looking for meaning & strategy are found disillusioned. They are easily spotted by their distict baffled expressions and weeded out. Only the players with the defined traits survive.

Now the Analogy. Well the game is played with a simple rule. Everyone tries to kick the ball (or the other guys foot) and when the ball is kicked (irrespective of who kicks it and in which direction it is kicked) everyone including the goal keeper runs towards the ball. The first rule of kicking the ball or the foot is repeated endlessly. The endless and mindless loop allows players to be kept busy with a sense of achievement after every kick on the ball or foot.

Now the Analogy. Well the game is played with a simple rule. Everyone tries to kick the ball (or the other guys foot) and when the ball is kicked (irrespective of who kicks it and in which direction it is kicked) everyone including the goal keeper runs towards the ball. The first rule of kicking the ball or the foot is repeated endlessly. The endless and mindless loop allows players to be kept busy with a sense of achievement after every kick on the ball or foot.

Till the simple rule of the ‘Sixth String’ is followed and ‘unnecessary thinkers’ are weeded out we attain the symphonic chaos where everyone is busy, tired and (at a deeper level) even satisfied. Its only when a misguided electron moves out of this stable energy level and starts ‘thinking’ or ‘disagreeing’, that the delicate balance is destabilised. The balance is restored by ejecting this electron out of the system.

For the benfit of those who are still in the game or of the baffled category, this will give you the clarity to read the “Matrix”. You may not be able to dodge the bullet, but would surely be able to Kick the other foot.

Quit thinking and Enjoy the game.

I am the dusk

I am the dusk
then it will be dark
fiery ball cools
weary of the scorching day
sliding down rapidly
pulling the rays down
pausing briefly at the rim
Just for one last look
at its creation
before it is night
last stroke of golden brush
paints the sky crimson
I am the dusk
slowly turning dark
last rays lingers on my wings
warming it, to be alive
it no time to be trapped
its my final flight
I reach out to the glowing light
and I soar
its a new day

Behind the blinding Glow

He is a performer
puts up a show
he is a star
turns up the glow

there he shoots up
blazes the sky
bursting open
into millions, up high

the blaze is blinding
he is the light
there is no darkness
in the smile so bright

Show’s over
everyone’s happy
the tickets are strewn
the place looks crappy

The mask is peeled
grin stays pasted
the night is over
the dawn lays wasted

its a new day
all over again
there will be a new act
for he has to entertain

he is a performer
he puts up the show
no one sees the tear
behind the blinding glow

Cocooned in time


There they are,
imaculate and pure
cocooned in innocence
untouched by life

We have moved on
weaving our destinies
through fuzzy maze of time
with our own tussles and strife

‘Then’ has drifted away from the ‘Now’
seperated by layers of time
each twist n turn charting separate paths
each moment playing a dice

That moment still floats
serene in my mind
far away to touch and feel
yet close enough to entice

the mind knows I cannot
but the heart still pines
if i could go back,
it would be nice

But If if did reach that moment
through sheer force of love
I wonder what it would take
for my yearning to suffice

I would re-live the moment
Tempted to tell whats in store
Guide them of the twist n turns
of the pitfalls lurking in disguise

But I know I wouldn’t have the heart
to take away the god’s gift
of uncerain possibilities of life
be it good or otherwise

I would just watch
as they play in the moment
imaculate and pure
cocooned in innocence
untouched by life

लंबी ड्राइव

चलो एक लंबी ड्राइव पे चलें
रास्ते और मंजिल से बेफ़िकर
एक बार बिना किसी मतलब के चलें

कुछ दूर चल कर तुम
सुकून की तरफ मोड़ लेना
मन करे तो वो अपना
पुराना गाना भी लगा लेना

आज हर बात की छूट है
हाँ तुम गुनगुना भी सकते हो
अपनी ही तो गाड़ी है
सुरों को तोड़ मरोड़ भी सकते हो

उन जंजीरों को फेंक देना
ख्वाहिशों को जो जकड़े हुए हैं
उन कचरे के डिब्बों में
जो रस्ते के मोड पर पडे़ हुए हैं

कभी सड़क पर
कभी थोड़ा उड़ते हुए
बादलों को अपनी सासों में रखना
अपनी रफ्तार तेज
और समय की रफ्तार धीमी रखना

वो देखो वहां रोशनी है
हंसी के कहकहे भी सुनी है मैंने
चलो उस तरफ चलें
रास्ते और मंजिल से बेख़बर
अपने बचपन में चलें
चलो एक लंबी ड्राइव पे चलें
चलो खयालों कि लंबी ड्राइव पे चलें
चलो अपने बचपन में चलें

हर लम्हा बेमिसाल

चकाचौंध सी दुनिया
नजारे हजार हैं
जो मिल गया
उसके खोने का डर है
जो नहीं मिला
उसका मलाल है
बेकरार से रहे
दोष किस्मत को दिया
सोचा शायद
वक्त ही खराब है
पर जब देखा मैने
आंखें बंध कर
हर लम्हा बेमिसाल है

Right now I have this day to finish

Each box ticked
Whew!! the work is done.
the day draws to an end
and we count it as one.

Rising again with the sun
Unwilling to start the next count
Yet eager to finishing this one
boxes to be ticked, once again mount

Each count ends in a week,
quitely into a month, the week crept
I celeberate the birth one more time
Counting the many nights I have slept

Counting the nights was easy,
For the sleeping part I was sure.
Did I wake up or just sleep walked?
Of the day I was not sure.

On the moving tread I walked
counting the steps and time,
Achievements recorded on the counter
Celeberations for with every chime

I ran and walked
moving constantly on the set pace
Tired and exhausted,
yet competing the static race

In this race, I am running.
finish line is everyone’s dread
Yet in the race
I run faster instead.

I know I have another half to live
For doing all the things I wish
there will be time to live my life
But now, I have this day to finish