What can, must?

The car snakes its way
Along the concrete jungle
Black roads hardly visible

Like a new bride's sharp tongue
Like an occupied child's call of nature
Like a virgin boy's first time

Moving along and stopping
As if wondering
"Should I really, now?"

Then thinking of the fire within,
"Yes, or I might just implode."
The car moves along.

How about this weekend?

Emotions, feelings, relationships
All adjourned to the nearest weekend
The injustice of the corporate world!

The Other "The"

Whenever I think of my friends, I consider myself lucky--I (think) I have a good mix--and the best part is that they are of all ages.
But age has a unique way of letting itself known. We'd started a book club in our office, and my older friend suggested the book, "The Kite Runner." I have to shamelessly admit that I am yet to read the book--too much war in the news sort of puts you off reading about it!
In any case, in summarizing the book, my good friend said it was about two boys in Afghanistan during and after the war.
I thought I got what the book was about, but when I peeked in, I realized that "THE WAR" meant the Russian occupation!
I'm sure the rest of the club members wouldn't have thought that "the war" was not the U.S. invasion (is it okay to call it that?) but the Soviet one!

Powerless!

What's with this hypocrisy?
While the state's reeling under a severe power crisis, MK lights up his events--no, not by his presence, but literally!
MK asks business establishments to minimize the use of power and what I do I see the day before yesterday near Anna University?
A function where MK inaugurated 6 new engineering colleges was announced by so many lights that it seemed like Diwali. And tubelights announced MK's arrival all along the main Anna University Road (S.P. Road, isn't it?)
Why, so that people can see where the main road is? It's well lit already, thank you very much! And tons of serial bulbs in the shape of the rising sun--why, why, why?

Of course, they are not the only culprits--I see temples lighting up the Chennai skyline with bulb-portraits of various gods and goddesses--not a good idea when people are facing a 4-hour power cut in the suburbs--where is our sense of propreity?

Oh well, that's my soapbox for the day. I so wish I had a camera phone so this piece would make more sense. I bet wouldn't have had to write anything! Guess I've to keep up with the Moorthys after all :)