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Showing posts from November, 2014


Image Source I work in a team of three people, two guys and then me. We work on setting up an end to end system for buyers of a reputed supply chain market in the world. We worked country wise, taking up data and the requirements for the portal, setting up a user interface and then training the people of the company how to use this so that their buying gets easy. It is just like Flipkart and other e-commerce sites, except that, they but for the needs of their own company. Products on the website would be owned by different manufacturers. We would be making buying for the company so easy that all they need to do is login to a site and click the items they need and check out. The manufacturers will get their order and get them delivered to the company. Earlier, the client and the teams would go shopping from town to town to pick up merchandise to make their products. This includes raw materials for products, card boards for packing, toiletries, water cups and paper for invoices et

Silence Will Not Help #AbMontuBolega

Cleanliness is both the abstract state of being clean and free from dirt, and the process of achieving and maintaining that state .  This is how Wikipedia describes cleanliness. The Prime Minister of our country has stressed upon this fact right from day one. Remember the ads by Aamir Khan called ' Athithi Devo Bhava '? Are we actually a clean nation? Are we setting a good example for our visitors? But then again what does cleanliness mean? It has a different definition for each one of us. For me cleanliness is being pure and true to oneself from outside and the inside. This should be shown in our actions and our behaviour. And most importantly it should come from ones own thought and from within. And how do we achieve this? But creating awareness. And how do we do that? By raising our voice. I would like to address this issue on two grounds. One, by cleaning the literal filth from the streets of our country. Two, by cleaning the filthy thoughts from the minds o

Anger On Canvas

Image Source:  Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck   For years it remained within This anger of losing it all Holding it within myself Has been a reason for my downfall But I had no one to talk to Nobody seemed to understand me I was left to battle it out They don't see what I see I was asked to not hold on to it Everyone asked me to let go How I could do it I wasn't aware Would it help me, I didn't know I chose paint to express myself Poured out all my feelings with a brush My anger slowly flowed out of me Spreading across the canvas in a rush This is what the outcome was The aftermath of fire blowing smoke It looked messy in every way But to me this painting spoke My anger was strewn all across Within myself I now felt light It is important to let go of the past There is no point of an endless fight As I see this painting here I see how messy my life has been I should have done this earlier Instead of


Image Source Maybe the cold has gone to my head, but I feel frozen inside. Suddenly every emotion and every heart beat tries to strangle me pulling me down with the pressures of maintaining a relationship that was wrong from day one. I feel the walls around are watching me with multiple eyes and judging me in a crass manner, without hearing the full truth that my heart wants to cry out. Every smile is fake and I hate myself for conforming to the regular juvenile norms of the society. I am drowning in this gargantuan space without someone to look at or talk to. I don't even know if I am alive anymore. Robotic routines, painful socialization, household chores all have started to get to me now. Trapped, is what I feel. In every phase of life and maybe within myself too. Do I break out? I'm not too sure if I have the strength to do it. A myriad emotions plague me. Each with a different tinge and different hue, leaving me whitewashed and devoid of any color in my life. I

Worded Colors

Image Source I'm swept away by a tornado Lost in the chimes of the purple fountain I walk along the lanes of blue leaves Finding my way up the red mountain I'm awed by the floral path Pink sunflowers sing me a song The sun seems to be shining bright I pat them on their head and walk along Leaving me yellow with their touch The bumblebees cross my way Then I hear sweet giggling tones I see orange unicorns laughing away I sit beside the green stream of water The fishes come up and glare at me I smile at them with utmost joy Like a mirror in their eyes I can see The lemon tree bows down at me Offering me its ripe plump fruit A single bite of it tastes so sweet Then I'm carried away by a parachute I find myself in the turquoise clouds A flock of birds come along to greet I feel like flying without wings As butterflies now caress my feet I'm taken away to a different planet Everything here seems to work by

Flight To Success

Image Source " He is a sissy, I do not want him in my team ", their voice echoed in my ears every time I set foot on the playground. Yes, I have always been a timid boy but that doesn't mean that I need to be picked upon or ridiculed. Time and again, they made fun of me and made me feel like I am disabled or incapable of doing anything. It took all the patience I had to hold on to my self confidence and not fall prey to their attacks.  Today I think about all of them and smile, every time I get ready to pilot a flight that carry people like them. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Flight ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes .

Book Review: The Fault In Our Stars

Image Source Title: The Fault In Our Stars Author: John Green Publisher: Penguin Books India Genre: Romance/Drama Price: Rs. 399 Pages: 313 Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten. I know that almost everyone of us have heard about this book and the wonderful things that people have been saying about it. Almost every Facebook update had a quote from this book and almost everyone spoke about how much they cried when they read the book. I bought the book only for its hype. I loved reading ' A Walk To Remember ' and that is a stand out book for me. And I knew deep within my heart that nothing can surpass that book. But since everyone around egged me to read this one, I fell prey. The

Love On The Highway

Image Source: Magpie Tales I feel sorry for missing it But work has come my way I know you will never forgive me For not being there on your birthday The distance already is too much I know how much it means to you Such an important day for you And here I sit alone, feeling blue In six hours it is the big day You shall wake up without me around I'm feeling pathetic inside Feel like burying myself in the ground The work on my desk is piling high In stress and pressures I am lost Its your love that is keeping me going But all this at what cost? Screw it, I am coming to you Even if it means driving all night Weakness has now spread all over But seeing your face I'll be alright I might be blamed at work But I am willing to take that chance As I'm driving alone on the street My heart sings a song of romance You are the only one who matters Everything else shall come and go Love is what binds us together Nu

A Basic Right #ToiletForBabli

Image Source: Indiblogger The first time I visited my native place in Kerala, I was eight years old. I was only there for a short vacation with my parents. Having being born and brought up in Bangalore, the concrete city, the simple life and the natural ambiance of Kerala was a welcome surprise to me. There was lush green forests and farms all around. The place we stayed was a huge house right in the middle of three acres of farm. It was a sight to behold, but only for a while. When I woke up the next morning, I saw the female folk and children of the house walking in a hurry with a small plastic bucket in their hands. When I asked them what were they up to, they told me that this is how they begin their morning routine. The huge farm house did not house a toilet and hence people urinated and defecated in the open, right alongside the place where they grew their own vegetables and fruits! The word shocking would be an understatement here. Twenty years have passed since then and


Image Source: They say that when you truly love someone their name is engraved in your heart. Engraved means it is for ever. Engraved means it is deep. So when someone contacted me to review the Engrave group of products I was stumped. First, because I had not heard of them at all. Second,because whatever they do seemed too good to be true.  Engrave is an India-based design collective engaged in the pursuit of creating unique lifestyle products with fine craftsmanship. They believe that personalised gifts are the ones that are cherished the most. Therefore they are committed to offering an ever expanding range of simple to create canvas prints and laser engraved products. They combine the finest materials with a master craftsman's eye for detail to produce top quality products and gifts, perfect for any occasion. The Engrave studio utilizes only the highest quality material and state-of-the-art instruments capable of producing high quality engraved and print

Spoonful Of Health

Image Source Age Seven: My first migraine attack. I remember the day so clearly. I was in class and my head started throbbing all of a sudden. Everything around me went blank and I could only see yellow shapes in front of my eyes. A call was made to my parents and they rushed to pick me up immediately. Not expecting a young child to have migraine, they were hurt when the doctors revealed it to them. The pain was intolerable in itself to me, but the fact that my parents were so worried added to the pain. The house became glum all of a sudden. I was always an overactive naughty kid but due to these headaches I was constantly under medication and was asleep. All my friends in the neighborhood missed me and would come to visit often. I could see the sadness in my mother's eyes. But there was nothing that I could do about it. Age Nine: Whooping cough. I don't know how it happened. I remember gorging on gooseberries during the winter vacations and before I knew it I was


Image Source: Google People will try to put you down Insecurity is all around The more higher you try to reach They will pull you to the ground Jealousy is not hard to find Just look around, evil eyes you can see With a calm facade they curse you Some people cannot just let you be Do not get trapped in their web They will say a million things When you are soaring high People will try to clip your wings Learn to be your own motivation Hold on to faith and do your deed Ignore the others and follow your heart With envy let the haters bleed Do not doubt your chosen path With head held high you march on Once you reach the destination You will know for great things you are born Believe in yourself and move ahead Do not get consumed by their grind Nothing can come to stop you Once you are strong and determined Written for Theme Thursdays: Theme - Determined .

Envious Wish

Image Source: Google I was seeing him after years, but yet the thrill he caused within me was still the same. We had been madly in love years ago but it had all come to an end in an instant, when he proposed. Since I came from a broken family, the concept of relationships scared me. It was really hard, but we had to move on. But today when I see him with his wife, I feel a pang of jealousy and cannot help but wish that I was in her place. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Envy ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes .

New Dawn

Image Source: Google A tough day gone by I rest tonight with a smile Feeling satisfied Feeling satisfied On having won this challenge Set for tomorrow Set for tomorrow I lie down feeling content Awaiting new dawn Written for Haiku Horizons: Prompt: Dawn .

Try To Pretend

Image Source: Absolutearts It was a combined dream of ours To venture into the world of art Holding hands along the way We nurtured the passion in our heart I always wanted to be a writer Your passion for words added to it Working closely day and nights We realized our dream bit by bit Our love gave us the strength As we scribbled away in joy Nothing else gave us this much pleasure Writing is one thing we both could enjoy While I was stuck, you comforted me You encouraged me to never give up My words took time to take shape You nurtured me like a mother to its cub And then one day it all ended Success chose to only come my way I was waiting for your appreciation But your eyes said what you couldn't say A part of me died that day But the words continued to flow I was climbing higher in all the charts But life had dealt me its blow I understand your pain and hurt But you can live your dream through mine I do not

Action Replay - October

Image Source: Google I haven't updated my blog in more than a week and I'm feeling miserable about it. I try to write at least five posts a week, but October kept me so busy that I couldn't take out time for anything. Since Internet is now permanently blocked on my client network, I cannot even read other blogs! Yeah, tragic. Somehow I managed to write fifteen posts in October and two of them were mandatory book reviews. I feel sad that I haven't been able to take out time to update my blog, but I wanted to give most of my time to my regular job as it was in a critical state and it was my responsibility to get the work completed. Yes, I managed to get it done in time but the next phase of it started immediately keeping me more busy. By the time I get home from work I am really exhausted and do not have the strength for anything else. Mostly these days once back home, I log in to work again to check on a few things. So well, now you know why I was away from this