This is a silly post though I dare to call it a poem. Read it at your own risk. “In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.” T S Eliots’ Prufrock had at least the consolation of women coming and going talking of Michelangelo. I’m back to regular routine tomorrow. And women will come and go talking of duties, workshops and seminars. They call themselves experts. They will dictate the terms and conditions. They have the backing of a religious sect. And I will sing along with T S Eliot : Weialala leia Wallala leialala The winter break is over. The real break is going to begin. Religious break? Or feminine break? I’m looking forward to Madame Sosostris with her Tarot cards. She will determine the future. The future of her staff. She has started by terminating the services of the redundant. Who is not redundant in this world? Is the expert essential? Is the Swami ji essential? Is the Manager essential?
Cerebrate and Celebrate