Research vs Reality - piling up the gap

An academic researcher is calibrated from the yardstick of his research papers published. His medals are the number of stars search engines have given to his article, or number of times his work is cited. Have search engines or research publication repositories indicated how many times has his research been actually adopted by the clients; how many products have claimed patents based on this research article etc.
Cut the story short and move to a new one...
A corporate researcher is calibrated with the yardstick of actual performance improvement brought in by his work. His work can be seen as a piece of creativity - inspired by huge business constraints subjected on his naive ideas.
Am I concluding something! Being less literate about our second story, its hard to comment anything on it. Can a corporate house researcher afford to carry his own experiments? Can he finally implement what he believes in? Can he take the ownership of risk he wants to take by introducing entirely new concept in the industry?

Dis-orienting for reality sake

I am one of those people who swear every "good night" with a wish to wake up early and to go for a morning walk...and I am commited enough to swear it every single night since don't know when! I do succeed .1% of times every year, and that's enough introduction about me I guess.

Today I woke up with one of those similar commitments - of writing something which was trying to get shape somewhere inside the sub-conscious mind.
Quite often I have heard people around me - including myself - saying "we are supposed to do things this way or we are not supposed to do things that way", "that is expected, and that is not expected of us". You keep falling in this rut, and keep dragging people into it - don't blame anyone, this is characteristic of any matured or wannabe matured system. At some places, this process is institutionalized with the name of orientation programs. But in wake of emphasizing some good points, we try to hardcode them as rules or norms. And, this process is so much like a black hole spiral that we conitnue converging our ideas, and vision. We stop experimenting, and the worst - we loose sight of something bigger than what we are doing, or what we can do.
What my point is - I don't know - human mind is inherently rebellious and it demands freedom. I think that is why even after knowing that fate of each boom is a burst of bubble - capitalism survives; even after knowing dis-economies of free services- open source survives.
I think I have become one of those abstract writers who write with something in mind, but till the end, are unable to enable the reader make sense of it.

The Moulin Rouge and the Mall

You are a young from heart urban decently educated, and decently paid citizen.

How often do you visit a mall? And, how often your visit is embellished with a Mc D burger and couple of cinema hall tickets! Ah, if you are alone, or you feel there is no good company around – how often have you felt the urge of healthy food for soul kind of entertainment. How often you have killed such expeditions by window shopping in a book store or in a music world show room. With exceptions to some glittering metros of India, maximum cities are full of such unfulfilled desires and hidden cravings for freshness and creativity. Do you think there is dearth of it in India…no, not at all. The two worlds – the common entertainment seeker and the common entertainer – are living far apart from each other. So where to have a date?
Idea – A Mouline Rouge
Imagination – Every day many customers visit mall, some out of need, some out of addiction and some out of search of something gratifying their emptiness. Movies are one medium but highly globalized and commercialized medium, which seldom succeed to touch the customers from inside. So, why not provide them a stage. Stage for local and global dialect, connecting with one and all. Why not to start theatres! A Mouline Rouge for the malls…

इस मोड़ से ...

बन्धन है

अपनी ज़रूरतों का

और कहीँ धुंध मैं हैं

मेरी इछाएँ, मेरे सपने

जो सामने है

वो मेरा नही

और जो मेरा है

वो सामने नही

तो किस मोड़ मुदुं अब

किस राह को करूँ आसां

इक राह जो चली हूँ अब तक

डर है, कहीँ उस मोड़ से छुट ना जाए

पर जब मंज़िल का पता नही

अपने ख्वाबों पर भरोसा नहीं

तो किस मोड़ मुदुं क्या फर्क पड़ता है

हर मोड़ पर तो नए ख्वाबों का ठेला पड़ा है

चलो हमने कुछ ख्वाब खरीद लिए

पर कब तक उनको हम जियेंगे

जब बोझ लगेगा

तो अगले मोड़ पर पड़ी कूड़े की झोली मैं फेक देंगे

और किसी और नए मोड़ से

नए ख्वाब खरीद लेंगे

तो भला क्यों हम इन नए रास्तों को कोसें

जब ख़ुद किसी ख्वाब के हम मालिक नहीं

A Walk, through my world...

As I walked through those eyes
eyes that were red, green and blue ...and of all shades

As I ruffled through that air
Air that suffocating, allaying the senses...and of all wavelengths

As I laughed on someone’s weaknesses
I stumbled to smile the other day

As I praised someone
I was amidst expectations the other day

I realized every second,
that life has such a reflectivity

Today I stand in front of it
And say “I love you”

As “I see you in me” the other day