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the string of belief

though we are miles away from each other

our hearts are too close to even bother

our cultures do not match by any means

but the art of living sparkles all our dreams

we do not even have the same mother tongue

but we converse through our hearts so young

surprisingly our gender is also not the same

but never could extinguish the burning flame

though our religious preferences are also unlike

but the religion of humanity had made us alike

yes, we are different and we are born to deviate

perhaps colour and the creed may also not relate

but this huge pile of differences is just meaningless

as the powerful string of belief is what that binds us

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my dreams

God! give me that one needle

that can knit beatiful dreams

the one that can create loops

loops of intermeshing emotions

stiched beautifully to perfection

perfect to the desired fantasies

fantacies that make me feel real

without the fear of ripping out

fear can make fall the dreams

like vulnerable castle of sand

I may again suddenly be awake

leaving absolutely nothing with me

with my achy eyes wide open

awaiting yet another opportunity

to dream again and become alive

as the dreams are in my breath

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The upbringing of a son

“Wow! Is she pregnant again?” Tina jumped with joy, “It is a great news”.

Sanjay had called Tina for a cup of tea assuring a surprise news. Hearing the introductory words made by Sanjay about the pregnancy of his wife, Tina jumped of joy. Tina and Sanjay were good childhood friends. Both were happily married and had awesome partners. But their friendship always made them share their secrets, routines and plans on regular basis. They both supplemented each other like the best of the friends to keep moving their family life in a smooth and planned manner. Continue reading

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a genius

they say that each and everyone is born genius

but the exposure radiates from one who is serious

the foundation bricks need to be built of passion

the wit and innovation should be the fashion

the creativity should seep out of every action

smartness should undergo infinite repetition

the madness may irritate the orthodox mate

ordinary things may turn extraordinary great

you can easily detect a genius in a huge crowd

like the sun seemingly visible in the light cloud

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Work is worship

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So, today was the Puja Day (entire day dedicated to worshipping the Almighty) in office. Though I am not a very big supporter of performing religious duties in office or doing the religionisation of the office but I just allow them to go ahead for the only reason that the sentiments of the larger section of the group under my jurisdiction are not hurt. The fundamental principle of my professional life is ‘Work is Worship’ and it many a times fits well even in the personal life. I still fail to understand as to which God will be happy and shower His blessings on you if you leave your work for performing the religious duties.

The Ayudh Puja or the Astra Puja (the worship of weapons) is a grand festival celebrated in India especially the southern India and Karnataka in particular. This is celebrated on the ninth day of the Navaratri (Nine nights) festival.  The weapons do not literally mean the guns or the swords, but the weapons or the tools used by the technicians, engineers, doctors, mechanics or a person involved in any profession, even the computers for share traders, billing clerks etc.). The sentiments towards celebrating are so strong that it reflects in the dedication. Be it the technician, the sweeper, the office boy, the driver or anyone else of that cadre, everyone becomes the master and the expert for the celebration.

Though I had tried my best to ensure that the festive spirit doesn’t affect the day to day work but the enthusiasm of decorating the entire laboratory, making beautiful rangolis, enhancing the decoration with the banana and mango leaves and stems, cleaning the entire area to the maximum permissible extent etc. were the high time consuming tasks that were not possible in half a day or so.  Surprisingly, if there is a holiday on the day of actual puja, the celebration masters shift it to the previous working day with all other factors being the same.

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Anyways, I didn’t want to be a show stopper (or a Mahishasura) as I could see that the sub-ordinates are just waiting on the edge to receive a ‘yes’ from me. Even a delicate yes from my side was enough for them to jump from their place and expand their horizons towards the ritual. So I did that with a flyer that any loss whatsoever in the process of puja readiness shall be compensated by the individuals in the subsequent days.

And today from morning the atmosphere was festive.  The boys were in colour dress (we have an uniform) and the girls were wearing the best attire from their collection. The silk sarees (full and half), designers kurtis etc. and were looking gorgeous. Few boys were in traditional kurta payjamas too. I had given a window of half an hour for completing the rituals. Finally at the launch of puja all important tools and instruments (even a laptop) on the dais were arranged and in the process there is tradition of breaking the pumpkin. For this, the white pumpkin if pre-injected with vermilion and stuffed with coins secretly. Then with burning camphor at the top, it is taken outside the main door and smashed to the ground. The pieces thus produced are put on either side of the door. Coconuts are also broken and the puja is complete. The participants were provided with prasadam and then relaxation for the entire day. No work further. Luckily I had my PC supporting me, so I continued working on it and letting others enjoy the freedom.

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the mirror image

downcast, distressed, enervated disgrace

bloated eyes, desiccated, grotesque face

the sleepless nights, the nightly days

the notebook sketches, freaky ways

scatterbrained, meaningless walk

incongruous laughter, bemused talk

mystical creature, embodied human

bent to the earth, smattering confidence

wonder, am I seeing mirror erroneously

or is it an erratic benign coincidence

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focus your imagination

do not worry if the life is full of hurdles

clear focus can save us from all troubles

don’t worry too much if the path is dark

focus on the destination when you embark

don’t get perturbed if negativity is all around

there is always some positivity in background

don’t waste your time in crying over spilt milk

see the future shaping under the veils of silk

don’t worry if helping others has cost you dear

smile on the faces will make your stress disappear

don’t just worry about the differences you hold

remain focused on similarities that may strike gold

don’t get carried away by the things people say

follow what your heart says and do it that way

don’t care of what others achieve in their career

concentrate only on what can make you happier

if you want to live a life, healthy wealthy and wise

you need to focus your imagination not your eyes