Saturday, January 31, 2009

Depreciation of assets

Depreciation is the reduction in the value of an asset due to usage, passage of time, wear and tear, technological outdating or obsolescence, depletion or other such factors (Source: Wiki)

As little as I remember from the few classes I attended in my Business school, Finance/Economics equates a corporation to a person, that was 'born' and has real rights and responsibilities, it can be convicted, be insolvent, die, sue and be sued. I would like to take the liberty to reverse the law which can be stated thus " Like a corporation, a person has assets- tangible or intangible that depreciate over time but unlike the corporations, the fools don't account for it in their books".

Youth, Beauty, Intelligence, Memory, Love, Long hair, Biceps, Triceps, 6-pack, 8-pack (Okay, in short, your oh-so-hot-bod), energy, passion (and I may have left some out) etc. etc. could be some of a normal human being's assets. And all these, I can safely say, from as little as I have seen or experienced, fade over time or like the new law states 'depreciate'.

Your external being withers away slowly and eventually. Wow, Niiice thought to have on a sunny saturday afternoon :) I know!! So the smile on you that your boyfriend or girlfriend adores may just eventually turn into a teethless one. And had the achingly romantic side of me been awake at this point of time, it would have retorted that if your guy or gal/hubby or wuffy looooves you, he/she would coochie-coo even your teethless frame of mouth. And because that scary side of me is sooo asleep right now, I would say that that argument is so full of mash potato. It looks good, sounds good but it makes you sick in the stomach. The 'love' of your beloved depreciates too. Haven't you heard of wives complaining about how their husbands earlier used to.... (*nice things*) and now they just... (*bad things*)!!

I dont say that your invaluables vanish, I just say they become a little less valuable over time. And maybe as your memory does too, you begin to forget what used to be and learn to accept what is. (Is there a financial term for that too...? Provision for doubtful accounts maybe). The question really is: In the the books of accounts, you account for it. How do you do it in your life?

Its kinda funny bit its kinda sad too. (And here comes the cliched..)But this is life. But it is.

Lets see- So, maybe when you take your wedding vows, you just say, "Look I really really love you right now but I can't promise you that I'd stay the same always. Its human to change, you know!" (Disclaimer: Please dont do that if you want that wedding ceremony to conclude). Maybe the guy or the gal at that point of time does think he/she is gonna feel the same forever. So why blame someone for something that's not their fault. Promises should be banned, I feel. Or the other simpler way to deal with this is to be more realistic with expectations.

Okay today, when you checked out that sexy you in the mirror, I bet you did not think that those beautiful shiny locks that makes your best friend go green with envy, may fall someday? You dont have to. But know that they will.

Just why cant we account for depreciation of assets in our lives too?
Because we are real people not corporations. We need to live in our present. And I have heard of that line so much and it makes all the sense in the world but I really dont know what it means. And how many do that- live in the present, i.e.? I wish someone could teach me to let go of my past and the worries of my future and help me stay where I am- in my present.

So I guess ladies and gentlemen and ghosts of the past, present and the future, yes, love fades, hearts break, hair fall and eyesight weakens. You can't run from them coz they are yours. So you cut your losses and bounce back, You diversify ;D You find new loves, newer looks. Eg. You become a mother or a father, and you love and are loved more than ever by your children. And trust me, for me (like for most of us), my mom is the most beautiful lady in my life. She will always be. This goldmine of mine, will never lose its shine.

"I SIT, this evening, far away,
From all I used to know,
And nought reminds my soul to-day
Of happy long ago.
Unwelcome cares, unthought-of fears,
Around my room arise;
I seek for suns of former years
But clouds o'ercast my skies.
Yes--Memory, wherefore does thy voice
Bring old times back to view,
As thou wouldst bid me not rejoice
In thoughts and prospects new? "


New thoughts, Newer prospects and a New you. You change with time and people around you too- a little, if not much(I know for a fact that once a brat always a brat). So anyways, there will be hurt and there will be pain, but be sure you discover more joy and happiness to last your lifetime.

Friday, January 2, 2009

The Pigeon

It thundered and it rained,
I got drenched
And my alibi too
So, I let go of the fret
Wet in rain and whetting pain,
I limped my way to them,
They are the water and I am the fish,
Without them, I feel like meat.
Tucked in my bed and off to sleep,
I hear the pigeon coo again,
It never leaves, I never sleep.
I know somehow, as it wags its head back and forth,
It likes to see me weep.

I left the marsh for a place,
Where the sun walked very close,
From one horizon to the other,
I got sun burns, and lazy too,
Them, I missed but I found someone,
Oh and I got legs and wings so neat,
Yes, I could fly to their touch,
When I start feeling like yucky meat,
Tucked in my bed and off to sleep,
I hear a pigeon coo,
It left with me, I never slept,
I don’t know why I let it,
But it does disturb me and Damn it! I have wept.

I slowly drifted to the snows,
The feathers wore, my legs sore and water was so far,
Someone left me too to brave the cold alone,
I tried to fly, but my feet was stuck in snow,
I tried to call but my voice was lost in flow,
I think for the longest time,
I missed and longed for them and someone,
So much so that half my body wilted.
Slowly but I don’t even realize,
I grow older,
Numb in snow and the undone eyebrow,
I think I died a long time ago,
For I became the meat,
And the pigeon now sat on my shoulder,
It cooed and it cooed and it never stopped cooing,
But it did not disturb me,
Nor did it make me weep,
Since ages now I have been fast asleep.