Joblessness

The days pass by, one drizzle followed by another, and the only kind of tension that erodes the mind's calmness is the choice of peanut butter to be brought home for consumption in the following week. I sort of love this uselessness, but somewhere within my mind a ticker has begun its countdown. It reads; 'Days left for blow-up'. The lava in the head is pounding and the hurry to get seated in a job is increasingly astounding. 

Its not that I'm in a real hurry to begin work as soon as possible, but after studying a course that didn't leave you with much breathing space at the end of each day, it definitely is odd when i wake up each morning to realize that all i have to do today is 'nothing'; Zero, Zilch. (besides getting Carl Johnson closer to a 100% game completion).

As Mom says that my recuperation from the happenings in and around the ghastly month of October last year is yet to reach stages of completion, a part of me believes in the fact that this stage of blanket nothingness too shall pass. There will definitely be a day when I'll begin working and will also realize that from then onward there shall be no space for nothingness. Maybe sporadic bursts of procrastination but just that.

I must tell you though that it pains me to look at my fellow friends get cozy in corporate offices actually applying the theory we may or may not remember from our days in BMM. I feel that I should be there doing that, because well that's what we were trained to. I didn't get through the oddity of the course just to cool my heels once im done with it. There seems to be a void of action here. But that too shall pass. 

The kind laws of the Sultanate of Oman mark 21 as the legal age for an expatriate to work (read: be granted an employment visa) and since yours truly is about 7 months short of that ripe age, I am forced to Intern here and train there. But my experiences so far have been pleasant. I have completed a month's training with the best of the advertising firms in Salalah, and that makes me take my current state of joblessness a little more easier, if not lighter. 

But the heart yearns for more, though the brain is clearly enjoying the slumber (I have never been so forgetful as I am now) and as I enjoy the benefits of amazingly fast broadband, unlimited water (a statement few will understand), good stuff to eat, the warmth of affection from ze folks, rides in friends cars well past midnight on roads without a blink of a pothole i can only muster up the courage to say to myself, This too shall pass....This too shall pass. (except for the affection bit, that is).

Prayer.

(My often criticised method of always writing poems that rhyme found an outlet once again. but then again, had the poem not meant anything to me, I wouldn't share it with you. Try associating with it, at one point you should be able to...If you don't, it doesn't matter much to me, save the fact that you actually read it)

Prayers for Love and Prayers for Peace

Prayers to Start and Prayers to Cease

Meditation to Question, and Meditation to seek

Meditation to Answer, Meditation for the meek.

Clasped Hands and Raised Hands

Flowing Sands and Head Bands

Religion to interpret, Religion to see

Religion to believe, Religion as key

Beads of Prayer, Beads of Bone

Beads of Ecstasy and Beads of Stone

Lowly Heads and Fresh Palms,

Raised Heads and Raised Arms

Together for prayer, together for labor

Together with peace for every neighbour

When the conches blow and the bells are ringing

Together lets pray whilst the world is praying.

Picture Courtesy: Supraket Meshram