She is

She wakes me up in the morning.
She again wakes me up in the morning.
She wakes me up in the evening.
She does not sleep without talking to me.

She was there when we went for a date in rickshaw.
She was there when we went for a date in my dad's car.
She was there when we went for a date on my bike.
She is here when petrol prices seem too high to me.

She was with me when I was jobless.
She was with me when I had too many offers.
She was with me when I looked set to conquer the world.
She is with me when I am jobless.

She was mine when I was in school.
She was mine when I did my undergrad.
She was mine when I did my postgrad.
She is mine when I am going nowhere.

We were together when it was sunshine.
We were together when it rained.
We were together when it was spring.
We are together when it is dark.

She is my shadow.

Of being and knowing

Yet again, I was reminded of my prejudiced attitude towards a certain section of the society. In spite of being aware of this fact, I somehow don’t seem to change my stance. But this post is not about my biases; it is about my capabilities, or the lack of them. I realized that I have not learnt anything during the last two years at a place where opportunities were too many to choose from.

An analysis of the characters of The Fountainhead came across my mind. Leonard Peikoff, in his analysis describes one of the characters as the one ‘Who is not and who does not know this’. Another character is defined as the one ‘Who is not and who knows this’. Taking this further, I thought of describing some more characters of the novel. What I came up with is the matrix shown below. Please note that my understanding may be different from yours and may also be different from Ms Rand’s intentions.

I am not, and the worst part is that I know.