We work the black seam

Dedicated to all the mess workers here in MDI Gurgaon,

The rickshaw pullers too.

The unseen lot who clean our plates,

Thank you..

This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It's hard for us to understand
We can't give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You can't exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland
Your economic theory makes no sense

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together

Should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place

One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam togethe

bring on the night

The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye

Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight

Zero sum games

Zero sum games as they are played

none of the players realize

they are the actors in the arcade.

an ode to HBO ( Human Behaviour in Organizations)

HBO I'm sorry to say.

is not as good as the original.

I expected Arnold Schwarzenneger.

The Pope or at least a cardinal.

Hell! I am sorry to say.

To class we got an old bat.

Who comes and drones and drones and drones....

While we get comfortably flat.

zzzz(contd.)....

Elephants dancing around my head.

Slides look so bright and pink.

Hangover from party last night.

I'm giving up on the drink.

zzzz(contd.)....

Years come and years go,

we go and get our books again.

Massive tomes on economics.

Marketing and the supply chain.

Tomes so big and heavy and hard.

that they'll put you off to sleep.

case studies and methodologies

that make sure you always weep

quizzes, tests, presentations galrore.

all the stuff that'll make you groan.

soft stuff that'll drain your brain.

As excitement you try to feign,

while cgpas decide your fate.

as your slides to the class are shown.

you think to yourself

"This MBA"

"is making me a marketing drone"

zzzz(contd.)

Why do profs speak so slow

The pauses between last years.

I strain again to open my eyes,

and with my ears to hear.

While he lectures us on topics so dear

and to us pours out his heart.

I think to myself:

What a conniving old fart.

zzzz....

I sleep asleep at the wake of dawn.

I sleep again some more.

I sleep my life away, a second at a time.

Ain't an mba a big bore.