My Pug Marks

This thought experiment was grueling enough that I could hear the whining of my mental hard drive.  What exactly is business like?  Is it good to be business like?  Is it the new success mantra we swear by these days in the corporate world?  Does business like mean being all open and ready for business while you may be cursing the moron sitting in front of you under your breath?  Does it make you a moron if you think of the person in front of you was a moron since you may never know how incredibly talented he may turn out to be despite his rustic accent and antiquated non-corporate style?  Being suited and booted with an attitude is the only way that you can be business like or as Google's philosophy for being 'serious without wearing suits' works just fine?  Does it make a guy business like if he can talk to ten people from different strata and still actually truly be a moron? Does business like mean that you know the art to ...

It all happens the way it should, And our desire won't change the way it would. Tyres keep rolling and planes keep flying, But no thought for the 'n'th man dying. Sun does rise and so does moon, Both set too, like a flame perished with no fume. Masses trot in chaos endless, Bio rots in digs boundless. Life flourishes in kaleidoscopic domain, love,lust,fear,motive,happiness,contentment and pain. A symphony so divine that Mozart would gaze, Bard would die in search of the perfect phrase.

To catch a train, Rush in vain. To be the first, Unquenching thirst. Hoopla and hype, Yahoo and skype. Hurry and sweat, Nothing correct. Fast and furious, Unnecessarily curious. Race of a rat, As if chased by a cat. It is got to be this, But it goes like that. Aspirations uncensored, Emotions tonsured. Mind going mad, Everything a fad. We won't understand, Blink and restand. For all this? Opaque mist. Chaos prevails, Life; unending trail...