Showing posts with label PERSONAL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PERSONAL. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 May 2018

REFLECTIONS - A TO Z BLOGGING CHALLENGE 2018

The month-long A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018 is finally over. And what a month it has been! It's been a month of sleepless nights, eerie thoughts, imagination running wild, and yeah, even numb nothingness. But hey, the feeling of great satisfaction after successfully completing the challenge far exceeds any other emotion. 

Last year had been mentally draining as well, largely because of my starting out pretty late. In fact, last year, I actually finished the challenge about 15 days late. This year though, I consciously made an effort to start out early, and managed to prepare drafts for about eight posts way before the challenge actually started. I think I was able to complete the challenge on time only due to this reason.

At the risk of coming across as boastful, I must honestly tell you this - for someone with a full-time job, sitting down to write after getting back home from work is no mean feat. This is how my routine was for pretty much all of April - I would wake up at around 7 am, read and leave comments on about 6-8 posts of fellow-bloggers, leave for work by 9 am, come back home by 9 pm, have my dinner and sit down to write at 10 pm. Since most of my write-ups were unplanned, I usually had to stay up till 1 or 2 am to finish my posts.

Needless to say, I managed to stay motivated because of the help and support of many people:-

My Wife -  My wife is the person I need to thank first and foremost. It's not easy for someone to patiently do all the work at home single-handedly, while her spouse spent all of his time staring into a laptop like a zombie. My wife has been amongst the greatest admirers of my writing, and for that I feel blessed.

Fellow bloggers - Not many things manage to keep you more motivated than peer pressure, and my fellow-bloggers did their job very well. When you see your fellow-bloggers taking pains to put up their posts in time, you instinctively tend to push yourself to put in that extra bit of effort yourself. I would like to thank:-

Ashwini - for helping me with ideas for posts, for constantly motivating me and for being very generous with her comments

Anagha Yatin - for religiously visiting my blog and providing postive reinforcement through her comments

Suchita Agarwal - for her thrilling (and insanely funny) detective story

Smsaves - for her wonderful, wonderful poems and stories - she has earned herself a fan for life! 

Anami, Deepa Karthik, Dipika Singh, Deepa Gandhi, Disha Khanna and Akshata Ram for pushing me to go on with their wonderful and highly engaging write-ups, and for making an effort to read my sometimes insane posts ;)

All those Instagrammers who allowed me to use their images with my write-ups. 

And finally, I would like to thank BlogChatter for championing the A to Z Challenge and thereby providing bloggers a great platform to showcase their creativity.

Cheers,
CRD


Tuesday, 1 May 2018

ZEALOT

Shifting in his chair a wee bit, the Zealot twiddled his thumbs and stared blankly at the wall in front of him. When an idea finally popped into his head, he cracked his knuckles and lifted the screen of his laptop. Then for the umpteenth time that day, he once again realised that the idea wasn't good enough for him.

His wife barged into the room with a defeated look on her face. "You've been sitting here like a gargoyle for the past hour or so. Aren't you gonna help around?"

"Gargoyles are creatures, they move", he shot back.

"No, they're largely sculptures....but you're right, maybe even they might move...you though..."

"Bah! You're not helping me out here. Once I finish with this, I'll be free", his voice was full of promise.

"You know how much you've missed out on this April?"

"What did I miss?" There was finally some curiosity on his face for the first time this evening.

"DJ Avicii died...apparently suicide."

"Oh God! When??"

"Le Professeur...Arsene Wenger made an announcement of his stepping down as Manager of Arsenal FC after 22 long years...are you really an Arsenal fan?", she smirked.

"HE DID WHAT???", he almost dropped the laptop in agony.

"You missed paying the credit card bill."

"YIKES!"

"And here's worse! You missed our anniversary!", she raised an eyebrow.

"April?", he chided her, "I know our anniversary is in October. Good try!"

"OUR FIRST MEETING ANNIVERSARY!!!", she barked.

"What the...", he responded, completely stumped.

"And guess what...", she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"What?"

"It's not April anymore...it's MAY! So you've technically missed your deadline!"

"NOOOO!!", he squealed, and began punching the laptop's keys like a man possessed.

And thus, his month-long A to Z Challenge 2018 finally came to an end.

FINIS.


Monday, 16 April 2018

NATION THEORY

Once upon a time, there was a lady who had a hundred sons - 40 of them had golden hair, 40 had green eyes, and the rest of them always wore white garbs. They lived in a beautiful house that had the ocean on three sides and tall mountains on the north. The house had many rooms and afforded enough space for everyone. The neighbours would always look at it from a distance and go green with envy. It was truly a house built by the Gods, and therefore it was called Paradise.

Like any other normal family, this family too was never perfect. The stronger sons would suppress the weaker ones and take more than what was rightfully theirs. The weak would stay meek and submissive. Also, there were many occasions and reasons for the sons to jostle and tussle with each other. Overall, however, everyone assumed their own roles and lived together peacefully.

Some years down the line, a tenant came to live with the lady and her sons. He brought with him promises of everlasting friendship and a bright future. Therefore, the lady and her sons welcomed him with open arms. Alas, the tenant's promises turned out to be hollow, and his intentions malicious. Over time, he managed to gain the trust of all the sons. Taking advantage of the conflict between some of the brothers and the widening gap between the strong and the weak, he began to meddle in the family's personal affairs and to instigate brother against brother. He did all this for his personal profit, and also to make sure that he was able to overstay his welcome in the house. He would also steal articles from the house and send them back to his own family in a land far away. Very soon, the house that once was known as heaven on earth lost all its sheen and glory, and neighbours no longer thought much of it.

When some of the wiser brothers realised how the tenant was slowly ravaging their house, they decided to inspire the entire family to work together and drive the tenant out of their house. It took them months to convince all their other brothers that the tenant was evil and that he needed to go. It was a tough task, considering the fact that the stronger brothers were on the side of he tenant; but eventually better sense prevailed, and the tenant was asked to leave. Happy times were about to dawn on the house and its occupants once again.

However, tragedy struck once again. Some of the Greeneyed brothers, although not all of them, who felt that they were being denied adequate space in the house and adequate rights and powers demanded that the house be divided into two, and one half be given to them. This demand led to a massive conflict with the golden hairs and many were hurt. Eventually, tired of the violence, and with a heavy heart, the mother decided to allow some of her sons to take half of the house and build a wall in between. On a bright note, there were some green eyes who decided to stay back and help the family tide over the crisis. Although the partition was painful and brought with it a wave of death and suffering, the internal tensions and strife among the brothers eventually seemed to have died out.

The ones who left called themselves Green Acres. Their undivided brothers, however, kept the name of their part of the house unchanged - Paradise.

Slowly, but surely, peace returned, at least to the undivided part of the house. The brothers in the undivided part of the house, put aside their differences and strengthened the walls of their house. As a matter of fact, the golden hairs, the green eyes and the white garbs learnt to ignore their weaknesses and to channelise each others strengths to bring peace and prosperity to their side of the house, much to the dismay and envy of their estranged brothers on the other side of the house. They became so prosperous, that even the estranged brothers often got tempted to emulate them and bring peace and prosperity to their side as well.

Alas, after many years, bad times returned to the household once again. A handful of the Goldenhairs thought that since they were in majority, it was they alone who deserved to have the exclusive right to make decisions in the house and also an exclusive right o the house and all its amenities. They said that since the green eyes had already received their share in the property, the rest of the house rightfully belonged to them. They renamed their side of the house 'Sunehriya'. What's more, they asked the green eyes in their side of the house to cross over to the other side and labelled the Whitegarbs as aliens.

So, here are a few points to ponder on:-
  • Did Paradise belong only to the Goldenhairs and the Greeneyes? If yes, then what about the Whitegarbs? What is their fault in this conflict, and where are they to go?
  • If the residents of Green Acres ended up living a life worse off than that in Paradise, then surely there was something that Paradise had done right and something that Green Acres did wrong. Does it then make sense at all for those in Paradise to seek to emulate the thoughts and actions of their estranged brothers from Green Acres, who by the way, clearly failed?
  • If in case a handful of the Goldenhairs think they need space for themselves, maybe they ought to leave rather than ask others to leave, no?

Friday, 13 April 2018

LIP SERVICE


Elegantly Charted
Gently Parted

Soft and Curved
Well Reserved

Pinched and Pursed
I Fervently Thirst

Clamped and Sealed
Our Truths Concealed

I Read Your Lips
I Read Them Well...

A big thank you to Mysore-based Sangeetha Alwar for allowing me to use her image with my poem tonight. Sangeetha is a 23 year old professor of English literature. When she's not teaching critical theory or linguistics to a bunch of nineteen year olds, she spends her time doodling on every piece of paper she can find, or nestled on a comfy chair with a book and a cuppa strong coffee. Apart from being an avid reader and an enthusiastic artist, she's also an amateur poet and photographer. Her poetry has been published by Muse India on their online journal. Follow the super-talented Sangeetha on Instagram at www.instagram.com/__ms.alwar__


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Monday, 9 April 2018

HER STORY - CHALLENGES WOMEN FACE


The Other Morning
I Stepped Into Her House
And Found
Near And Dear Ones Fretting
And Sensed
Friends And Foes Abetting
And Discerned
Moms And Dads Regretting

The Other Afternoon
I Walked Into Her Workplace
And Saw
Envious Dames Detesting
And Watched
Sexist Males Persisting
And Caught
Men In Power Insisting

The Other Evening
I Stumbled Upon Her Path
And Viewed
A Hundred Eyes Scanning
And Heard
An Army Of Voices Hissing
And Felt
A Dozen Claws Groping

And I Was Glad To Be A Man...

Tonight's pic is all thanks to Manuj Mehta and his muse Sagrika Uppal, who are both based in Delhi. Manuj, apart from being an amazing photographer, also happens to be a brand influencer and a lecturer of photography and films at YMCA, Delhi. Further, he is also the Concept Head of One Dollar Travel Cafe, an initiative to take backpackers to spots in remote areas. Furthermore, he directs films through Indo Films for NFDC. On the other hand, Sagrika is a student of Journalism, and is currently serving as an Assistant Professor at the Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University in Delhi. You can follow Manuj on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/manuj_mehta and Sagrika at www.instagram.com/uppalsagrika



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Sunday, 1 April 2018

ANOTHER DAY


Another Sinner, A Tainted Saint
A Dubious Winner Without Restraint
Another Reason, Another Plaint
A Tricky Adversary To Clash Against

Another Battle, Another Brawl
Another Back Against The Wall
Another Body, Another Pall
A Modest Step, A Mighty Fall

Another Predicament, Another Doubt
Another Setback, Another Rout
A Small Accord, A Big Fallout
Another Setback To Think About

And Lo Behold, Another Day
Another Demon For You To Slay
Nobody Cares About Yesterday
Another Chance...Go Find A Way!

We kickstart the A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018 with a wonderful click of MMA athletes in action. A big thank you to Markus Karl for allowing me to use this image. Markus, a professional photographer, is based in Fellbach, a town on the outskirts of Stuttgart, Germany. Going by the moniker Fotonoid, he loves clicking at events, Hip-Hop concerts and MMA Fights. He also does wonderful clicks for modelling assignments and random people from everyday life. Markus' Facebook page can be found at https://www.facebook.com/fotonoid.photography and his Instagram URL is www.instagram.com/fotonoid


Please feel free to leave comments. You could leave a comment irrespective of whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. Most importantly, it helps me get better.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

TRUE COLOURS


Come, Be What You Wanna Be
Come, Free What They Came To See
Dive Into A Riot of Colours
Hop Onto A Hue-Filled Spree

Drench Yourself In Purple Magic
Bathe In Blue Serenity
Sizzle In The Warmth Of Yellow
Sop Up Snow-White Purity

Bask In Green And Feel Alive
Draw In Pink Resplendency
Stir Up Passions With Crimson Red
Startle With Black Mystery

When Life Affords Some Celebration
And A Rare Pretext For Revelry
Do Not Subdue Your Hues And Shades
But Flaunt Your Colours Lavishly

This poem is the result of inspiration from prompt #8 of Vinay and Reema's weekly prompt initiative called #WednesdayVerses.


A big shout out to Ankita Mazumdar for allowing me to use her image with this poem. Ankita is a 23-year old soon-to-be MBBS doctor (you read that right!!!) from Kolkata. Apart from the obvious interest in medicine, Ankita is also an avid traveller, a talented photographer, a dancer and a fashionista. You can find Ankita on Instagram at www.instagram.com/sequins_and_stethoscope

Saturday, 10 February 2018

PARWAAZ


Sau Aafaton Ka
Tu Humraaz Hai
Aur Ghairon Ka
Tu Mohtaj Hai
Yeh Duniya
Chaalbaaz Hai Lekin
Zamaane Ka
Yahi Andaaz Hai

Hawaon Mein Goonje
Kuch Alfaaz Hain
Taqdeer Ne Kholey
Tere Raaz Hain
Magar Ae Musafir
Maayoos Na Ho
Teri Zameer Ko Tujhpe
Bada Naaz Hai

Iraadon Me Hi
Teri Aawaaz Hai
Tere Sar Pe Junoon
Ka Sartaaj Hai
Toh Na Dagmaga
Ae Musafir
Teri Azmat Ka
Na Tujhko Ehsaas Hai

Kismat Ko Gar
Tujhse Aitraaz Hai
Muqaddar Bhi Gar
Tujhse Naraaz Hai
Tu Rakh Hausla
Aur Pankh Faila
Ki Ab Teri
Parwaaz Hai

सौ आफतों का
तू हमराज़ है
और ग़ैरों का
तू मोहताज है
यह दुनिया
चालबाज़ है, लेकिन
ज़माने का
यही अंदाज़ है। 

हवाओं में गूंजे
कुछ अलफ़ाज़ हैं
तक़दीर ने खोले
तेरे राज़ हैं
मगर ऐ मुसाफ़िर
मायूस न  हो
तेरी ज़मीर को तुझपे
बड़ा नाज़ है।

इरादों में ही
तेरी आवाज़ है
तेरे सर पे जूनून
का सरताज है
तो ना डगमगा
ऐ बन्दे
तेरी अज़मत का
ना तुझको एहसास है।

किस्मत को गर
तुझसे ऐतराज़ है
मुक़द्दर भी गर
तुझसे नाराज़ है
तू रख हौसला
और पँख फैला
की अब  तेरी
परवाज़ है।

Urdu is such a beautiful language!

A big thank you to Hari Mohanty for allowing me to use his click. Hari is an adventure freak, and loves going on trekking expeditions to the the many forts that dot the Indian state of Maharashtra. This is a stupefying image that he clicked while on a trekking expedition to the Alang-Madan-Kulang forts in Maharashtra, India. Hari is a 23 year old event management professional from Neral, Navi Mumbai. He has a Bachelors Degree in Computer Engineering. Apart from trekking, he is an avid fan of cricket, has interest in computer graphics, and the arts. You can find Hari on Instagram at www.instagram.com/harimohanty

Sunday, 6 August 2017

SIX-STRING INSPIRATIONS

I've always been a lover of music. Wide exposure (especially through the Internet) has made me an avid fan of music cutting across genres, ranging from 'Bollywood' music, Ghazals, Sufiana, Hindustani Classical music to Classic Rock and Heavy Metal. Although listening to music topped my personal list of stress-busters, learning the guitar was a thought that always fascinated me since my teenage days. I would sometimes borrow my sister's old guitar to try my hand. and slowly and patiently managed to work my way through the basics. So imagine my delight when my sister and brother-in-law gifted me a brand new acoustic guitar on my birthday early this year.

Learning to play the guitar was an attempt to go beyond merely listening to music to overcome stress. Almost a year into the journey, I can proudly say that I have come a long way. Apart from the musical bliss, however, learning to play the guitar has taught me a few 'Lessons of Life'.

Lessons learnt from learning to play the Guitar:-

  1. No Pain, No Gain: Bruised and blistered finger-tips can deter many beginners early on. But it is important to carry on. Eventually, the calluses formed on the fingertips through repeated friction help desensitise guitarists from the pain, and the guitar-playing only gets better. In life as well, perseverance pays off in the long run.

  2. Fear Hinders Progress: Early on, I purchased a Capo thinking it would help me avoid barre chords. I even came up with a phrase of my own 'When Life Gives You Barre Chords, Put A Capo On It'. However, I eventually realised that avoiding barre chords led to heavy restrictions on my learning. After mastering the basic open chords, I realised I couldn't play beyond a few simple songs only because I did not know have to play barre chords. When I realised how much of an obstacle it had become, I finally decided to let go of my fear and ditch the Capo. Although it was painful and extremely frustrating in the beginning, it opened up a whole new world for me in my journey as a guitarist. In life as well, one must learn to let go of fear and take a leap of faith. You might end up failing, but at least you moved.

  3. It's okay to ask for help: Although I did not take help from a personal guitar coach, I did not hesitate to look up tutorial videos on YouTube or even consult friends for help with strumming patterns and chord progressions. Seeking help does not amount to self-doubt and does not mean admitting that you are weak; it simply means you want to improve.

  4. It is never too late to learn: Most of the world-renowned guitarists started off pretty early, with an average age of 15 being the latest (Judas Priest's Glenn Tipton apparently started out at age 21). Although I'm nowhere in the A-league of guitarists, I'm not the only one to have decided to learn to play the guitar after crossing the age of 30. It is never too late to start learning; learning can start at any time and can go on till a person's final breath.

  5. Understanding 'why' can make life easier: There is logic and science behind the sounds a guitar makes - string combinations, string tension, muting effect, et al. Likewise, people and things behave in a certain manner for a plethora of underlying reasons. Understand this helps us gain wonderful perspectives and insights about people and about life at large.

  6. Innate talent can be an advantage: Like many others, I was fortunate to have an innate ear for music. I realised I had the advantage of identifying right notes from flawed ones, and this held me in good stead. There is nothing to be guilty about using your innate talent to your advantage. In fact, not putting your talents to good use is foolish.

  7. Talent without hard work does not guarantee success: You might be a naturally gifted musician at heart, endowed with all the flair and brilliance that the best guitarists possess. But if you do not work hard at sharpening your skills, you will not progress beyond a certain level.

  8. Passion can be a form of escapism: Often, the love for playing guitar can transcend the passion for music; it could reflect escapism or a filler to a void in a person's life, or perhaps something to boost a person's sagging self-image. It is okay to pursue something passionately to fill a void, but one must be careful to be able to draw the limits so as to not let his/her alternate life take control of conventional life.

  9. Perfect string + Bad Tuning = Noise: A perfect guitar string that is tuned badly can ruin a musical performance, even though the string is not inherently flawed. Likewise, most people are inherently nice, but could come across as repulsive simply because of behaviour spawned by bad experiences.

  10. It is hard to hold onto a habit that you don't enjoy: It is not unusual to hear about people who initially take to the guitar with full enthusiasm, but eventually the interest fizzes out. The same can be said about gymming, and about hobbies. If you decide to pursue something that you do not enjoy, and that you are not really passionate about, you are bound to end it sooner or later.

Monday, 24 July 2017

DEALING WITH LAYOFF SURVIVOR SICKNESS

It has lately become common to hear news of layoffs, especially in the IT, Telecom and BFSI sectors. The reasons range from a general slowdown in the economy, lower consumer spending, a sharp contraction in exports, and artificial intelligence/automation taking over jobs that were otherwise done by humans.

Needless to say, losing a job is a gut-wrenching experience for those who have been let go. Indeed, people who lose their jobs are left to struggle with tremendous amounts of stress, anger, hurt, grief and fear about what the future holds for them. Interestingly though, some (if not all) of those left on the job after a layoff also tend to find themselves mentally and emotionally drained after surviving the ordeal. These survivors go through what is known as ‘layoff survivor sickness’ (LSS), which is a complex concoction of emotions.

Losing a job is not just hard for those who have been let go...it is also mentally and emotionally draining for survivors

Layoffs are used as a measure to “get rid of the deadwood”, reduce costs and improve efficiencies. However, they create a sense of personal violation and can severely impact personal and organisational performance at a time when the organisation needs a concerted effort to bring about a change for the better. There are at least five survivors for every laid-off employee, and therefore, organisations can not afford to ignore the impact of LSS. Unfortunately, not enough has been written on this subject.

The feelings and emotions that employees going through LSS encounter are:-

1) Fear, uncertainty and insecurity
Employees that have survived a layoff might find themselves in shock, and although they will initially feel relieved that their jobs are intact, they might eventually begin to feel anxious. The fear and insecurity will stem from the perception that their jobs have been retained only for the short term and that there are more cuts to come in the near future.

What employees should do: The most human and instinctive reaction to layoffs is panic. This can hamper an employee’s general well-being, peace of mind, and performance at the workplace. The ideal thing for an employee to do is to maintain his/her composure and have a back-up plan in place for contingencies. Discussing possibilities of cutting household budgets with dear ones, evaluating and enhancing skill sets, and regularly monitoring opportunities are some activities that could make employees feel more in control.

What employers should do: It would not be wise for companies to create fear and panic among employees by bluntly revealing their layoff plans to employees. This would make it practically impossible to get employees to sustain their focus on their tasks. However, the right thing to do would be creating and maintaining lines of communication to keep employees regularly updated about the state of the business and to seek advice. Some effective channels of communication are information meetings, informal chats, emails, and even one-on-ones. This approach helps foster trust in the management and better understanding among employees.

2) Anger, resentment, frustration, betrayal and distrust
It might be argued that employees who have survived ought to be grateful for having been allowed to keep their jobs. However, it is sometimes possible for survivor employees to feel anger, resentment, betrayal and distrust towards the organisation and their bosses after a layoff, especially if it came as a complete surprise.

What employees should do: Contrary to popular belief, keeping grief and frustration bottled up is not the right way to go. Venting feelings should not be construed as a sign of weakness, albeit in a professional and civil manner. Layoff survivors ought to surround themselves with positive and supportive people. However, engaging in gossip and loose talk with excessively negative colleagues could be unproductive and exacerbate the negativity.

What employers should do: Companies should desist from misleading employees about their downsizing plans. For instance, stating early-on that jobs will not be affected, only to eventually bring the axe down will certainly lead to a great degree of anger and mistrust among survivors. It can cause a major dent in motivation and even lead to high performers considering leaving. After the layoff, employers must actively listen and respond to survivors in an empathetic manner.

3) Guilt, sadness and depression
It is normal for employees who have survived a layoff to feel a heavy sense of guilt. They begin to retrospect about their careers and the reasons for their survival. Survivors who witness their valued colleagues or work buddies being fired are overcome with grief, which could develop into depression if left ignored.

What employees should do: It helps to recognise that these feelings are normal. Denying or bottling up these feelings will not help. In fact, taking time off to grieve can be of immense help. Talking it out with someone who is a good and sensible listener can also help alleviate the pain.

What employers should do: Providing counselling to survivors can be highly beneficial to help employees acknowledge and vent their feelings and to attain some sort of closure.

4) Feelings of disillusionment and worthlessness
Survivors might feel disillusioned with the work life and culture in the organisation and might begin to look at themselves as mere numbers/resources and statistics in the eyes of the management. They might begin to feel that the organisation doesn’t really care about them or their co-workers and are only concerned with revenues and profits.

Layoffs aren't easy for the management either

What employees should do: Employees must recognise the fact that layoffs are not easy for the management either – these are decisions that require a great degree of courage and objectivity. Layoff survivors invariably tend to end up with heavier workloads, and therefore, it would be helpful for them to openly communicate with their bosses the fact that it would be possible to make a few mistakes while coping with the workload. Survivors should also consider attributing a sense of value and purpose in their own profession rather than in the organisation.

What employers should do: Employers should ensure that their layoff processes are respectful and afford a dignified exit to those being asked to leave. Layoff survivors should be able to see that dismissed employees are being treated well. For instance, if the employees who were asked to leave suddenly find it hard to get in touch with the HR department to get their paperwork or compensation settled, it will put the company in bad light, even in the eyes of survivors. Companies must also explore the possibility of extending a few work-linked benefits like insurance, healthcare, etc., to retrenched employees after layoffs, maybe for a few months. The organisation must also share with survivors their plans for improvement, and results.

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Z - ZERO


Zero stood on the shore, nonchalant, unassuming, looking out over the sea and gazing at the horizon. He didn't seem to have a care in the world.

Unknown to Zero, One had been watching him closely for quite some time. He sneaked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. As soon as Zero turned to look back, One shoved him aside and stood right in front of him.

One: "There...we're a perfect 10 now. I'm sorry to have surprised you like this. But as you can see, it's in our best interests that I am allowed to take the lead. As for you, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay out of the limelight." (*winks at Zero).

Zero: (*nodding in agreement) "You're right...you're in charge."

One: (*beaming with pride) "You had no choice here anyway, mate!"

Zero: (*raises his eyebrows) "What do you mean?"

One: (*grinning) "Well, you zeros have no value by yourselves. Clearly, it only makes sense for you guys to join forces with the rest of the numbers. It adds value to your existence, no? Admit it then, without the rest of us, you are absolutely nothing!"

Zero: (*closing his eyes and smiling) "Hmm...you're right again...we zeros are nothing by ourselves."

One: (*nodding) "Exactly...Nothing!"

Zero: (*now grinning) "Let's think about this...what happens when more than one of us rally behind you, with you guys in the lead? What happens then?"

One: "We're BIG, of course!"

Zero: (*now grinning) "Let's think about this...what happens when more than one of us rally behind you, with you guys in the lead? What happens then?"

One: "We're BIG, of course!"

Zero: "Absolutely...you guys gain a great deal of value when my kind rallies behind you. So let's say me and five other of my kind had to come together and let you lead, we'd be a million. Isn't that right now?"

One: "Hmm..."

Zero: "But now, imagine if one day we would suddenly decide to pick up our stuff and walk away...where, my friend, would that leave you?"

One: "Huh...?"



Zero: "You heard me...where would that leave you?"

One: (*feeling a lump in his throat) "At...square one?..."

Zero: "Perfect...we have no value and we have nothing to lose. But hey! We are the ones who make you look good. Without us, you guys are hardly anything yourselves. Don’t ever forget that!

And saying so,  Zero left One standing dazed on the shore, and walked away.


Please feel free to leave comments, whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. I might be pretty boring in real life, but I promise I'm a lot more fun in this avatar.

With this, my friends, we have come to the end of an extremely long, yet extremely satisfying A to Z Challenge 2017. It was supposed to be completed by 30th April, and although I tried my best to finish it in time, deadlines at the workplace and lack of sufficient time during the weekends due to family commitments played spoilsport.

Nevertheless, I have no regrets. In fact, this time around I had a plethora of positives - both on the creative as well as personal front. I managed to surprise myself (pleasantly) this time around, in terms of my ability to think quickly and to come up with some write-ups that I would definitely count among my best posts till date. I also managed to make some wonderful friends and collaborations on Instagram. Looking forward to working with them in the future as well.

See you next year then...hopefully.

Amen to that!

Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2017:-

A - All Apologies (Poem)
B - Baptism (Poem)
C - Chains (Short Story)
D - Door To My House (Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
E - Evil Eye Deliverance (Short Story)
F - Flight of the Lonely Raven (Poem)
G - Girl With The Rings (Weird Story)
H - Hills Beckon (Poem)
I - Idyllic Sky (Short Story)
J - Judging Yasmin (Short Story)
K - Kiss of Death (Poem)
L - Lady of a Perpetual Sucker (Poem)
M - Mosaic You (Poem)
N - Nevermind (Weird Story / Short Story)
O - Office-ial Stance (Short Story)
P - Pretender (Poem)
Q - Queen (Poem)
R - Ramparts (Poem)
S - Standing In The Midst Of Clouds (Short Story)
T - Tiptoe (Poem)
U - Unguarded (Poem / Sentimental / Philosophical)
V - Voila Gypsy Girl (Poem)
W - What If.. (Musings / Poem / Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
X - X-treme Encounter (Short Story / Weird Story)
Y - Your Stare (Poem)

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

10 YEARS IN SANITY


My Blog - Scripted In Sanity completed 10 years today.

I cannot believe that a decade passed by so fast.

These 10 years have been special. In these 10 years, I broke my heart a million times, experienced a million moments of bliss, witnessed a number of life-changing events unfold, underwent twists & turns and peaks & troughs in a life that otherwise used to be quite uneventful.

The result of these events? 219 posts in all!

What has changed in these 10 years? There were many bloggers and readers who joined in the (In)Sanity, and motivated me (directly and indirectly) to keep going. Some of them are still around, some of them got lost along the way, while some have chosen new paths and trails. But they've all left footprints in special places somewhere.

What hasn't changed? My resolve to keep writing!

I would like to thank many people.

Nidhi Bagur (SSNAB) for being the blogger and friend who first introduced me to the world of Blogging and helped me create my blog (it was then known as Dreams Arena). She's among the ones who unfortunately stopped blogging herself.

Pranay Sethi who helped me with my very first blog banner. Pranay's blog has been long-dormant as well.

Ninitha Koya who was among the first to help me build the Bloggeratti bloggers' community way back in 2008, during the Orkut days. She was not around when I recreated Bloggeratti on FB. She seems to have quit blogging around 2013.

Pooja Kale for being the first blogger to collaborate with me for a contest. She last updated her blog in 2012.

The Nothingman / Pallav for being a master of the Weird / Twisted Short Stories genre of writing, and being a great influence. Thankfully, he not only blogs, but has also authored 2 books.

Alisha Das for influencing me with her versatility - short stories, poetry (English and Hindi), random musings, et al. I knew her since she was a teenager, and what a talented teenager she was! She sang like a dream as well. Sadly (for me), she got into film-making and seems to have stopped writing in 2015.

Red Handed for being a great influence in the Humour genre. I kid you not, not many people have ever gotten to know her true identity. Unfortunately, she seems to have vanished around 2016. Boy, how I miss her writing!

Purba Ray for being another big influence in the humour genre. I had the privilege of meeting her at an IndiBlogger event in 2015, where she was one of the Key Speakers; and she called me out by my name during her session. That definitely was an honourable and humbling experience for me, and I thank her immensely. Her blog is going strong and is one of the most popular blogs in India.

Kriti Sharma for being a long-time and long-distance friend and continuing to encourage me. I got a chance to meet her on one of my visits to Delhi in 2016. She got married early this month, and I wish her a happy married life. Kriti, by the way, last updated her blog in 2013, and deserves a rap on her knuckles for neglecting her blog ;)

Rohini Dutta helped me cope with my pre-MBA jitters and on the personal front, way back in 2008. She would take great pains to mail me soft copies of Management books and reference material...I must admit I only downloaded them and didn't bother reading. We would spend hours chatting and doodling crappy stuff on Yahoo Messenger's IMVironment (that was such a wonderful feature). She was like this overprotective elder sister, who wanted her kid brother to succeed by all means. Sadly though, we lost touch after she got a job and I started my MBA course, sometime around 2009. Although she is now married and settled in Mumbai, we have never met. She stopped blogging in 2010.

Last, but not the least, my wife Cheryl, for allowing me to sit on my big hairy ass for hours on end and to shirk domestic chores to come up with write-ups, sometimes not worth the effort. She is my gentlest critic, and thinks I am the best writer in the whole wide world. What more can a writer ask for?

Of course there are many more bloggers I have met along the way, and who are responsible for what I am today (not just as a blogger). However, it is impossible to name them all. I would, therefore, simply wish them all the very best. You guys know who you are.

Here's looking forward to the coming 10 years. Also hoping that I start influencing people for a change.

Cheers,
CRD

Saturday, 6 May 2017

W - WHAT IF...


What If Our Eyes Could See Through And Lay Bare Every Soul They Came Across?
Would We Then Ever Be Able To Trust Each Other Again?

What If There Existed At Least One Word To Express Every Single Emotion That Ever Existed?
Would We Then Begin To Understand Each Other Better?

What If Every Single One Of Us Looked Alike, Talked Alike And Thought Alike?
Would That Then Help Us Love Each Other Like We Love Ourselves?

What If We All Were Handed The Scripts To Our Lives As Soon As We Began Our Journeys?
Would That Help Us Make Life Better For Ourselves, And For People Around Us?

What If We Could Get Everything We Ever Wanted Simply Through Our Thoughts?
Would That Make Our Lives Happier And More Satisfying?

What If There Were No Religions, No Rules, No Laws, And No Restrictions?
Would 'Survival Of The Fittest' Be Fair And Just To The Weak And The Meek?

What If Everything Was Provided For; What If Everything Was Perfect?
Would Such A Flawless Life, Without Its Aspirations, Hopes And Struggles Be Worth Living?


Please feel free to leave comments, whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. I might be pretty boring in real life, but I promise I'm a lot more fun in this avatar.

Today's image of the Titled Buddha in the lawns of the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya, Mumbai (previously known as the Prince of Wales Musuem) is courtesy Juhi Kachhap. Juhi is originally from the city of Ranchi, the capital of the State of Jharkhand, India. She is a Marketing professional, currently based in Mumbai. She loves exploring places and learning about their people, their culture, history and heritage. Her areas of interest include photography, running, doodling, music, art, architecture, travelling and history. She sums up her love for photography by saying that photography helps preserve memories for a lifetime - whether good or bad. Juhi's Instagram URL is www.instagram.com/twist_ed_myind

Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2017:-

A - All Apologies (Poem)
B - Baptism (Poem)
C - Chains (Short Story)
D - Door To My House (Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
E - Evil Eye Deliverance (Short Story)
F - Flight of the Lonely Raven (Poem)
G - Girl With The Rings (Weird Story)
H - Hills Beckon (Poem)
I - Idyllic Sky (Short Story)
J - Judging Yasmin (Short Story)
K - Kiss of Death (Poem)
L - Lady of a Perpetual Sucker (Poem)
M - Mosaic You (Poem)
N - Nevermind (Weird Story / Short Story)
O - Office-ial Stance (Short Story)
P - Pretender (Poem)
Q - Queen (Poem)
R - Ramparts (Poem)
S - Standing In The Midst Of Clouds (Short Story)
T - Tiptoe (Poem)
U - Unguarded (Poem / Sentimental / Philosophical)
V - Voila Gypsy Girl (Poem)

Monday, 1 May 2017

U - UNGUARDED


When You're Broken And Desolate - Both Outside And Within

When Both 'Loyal' Friends And 'Faithful' Foes Have Decided To Move On

When Memories From The Glorious Past Are Labelled As 'Folklore'
And 'Incredible Figments Of Dope-Induced Imagination'

When Wood, Steel, Hinges And Bolts Are All Taken Apart
And Even The Varnish Has Been Scraped Out From The Skeletal Facade

When Urine And Spittle Are The Only Tribute You Are Now Afforded

When You Are Conspicuous Only Because Of The Stench Of Rotting Remnants Of What Used To Be

When You Are Reduced To Naught And Now Have Nothing More To Lose...

...Perhaps It Is Worthwhile To Let Your Guard Down.


Please feel free to leave comments, whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. I might be pretty boring in real life, but I promise I'm a lot more fun in this avatar.

Today's superb image is courtesy Talha Hashmi from Lahore, Pakistan. Talha has earned an Association of Chartered Certified Accountants (ACCA) certification, and is an Oracle Functional Consultant by profession. He considers photography to be his passion and loves using his talent to spread positive vibes about Pakistan's rich culture, traditions and values. During the course of our small collaboration, he expressed his love and respect for India, which he considers his 'second home'. It is heartwarming to witness such love and camaraderie amid a scenario where our respective political leaders are only busy adding salt (and acid) to wounds on the other side. Talha is an amazing photographer, you should see his work. His Instagram URL is www.instagram.com/super_talha

Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2017:-

A - All Apologies (Poem)
B - Baptism (Poem)
C - Chains (Short Story)
D - Door To My House (Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
E - Evil Eye Deliverance (Short Story)
F - Flight of the Lonely Raven (Poem)
G - Girl With The Rings (Weird Story)
H - Hills Beckon (Poem)
I - Idyllic Sky (Short Story)
J - Judging Yasmin (Short Story)
K - Kiss of Death (Poem)
L - Lady of a Perpetual Sucker (Poem)
M - Mosaic You (Poem)
N - Nevermind (Weird Story / Short Story)
O - Office-ial Stance (Short Story)
P - Pretender (Poem)
Q - Queen (Poem)
R - Ramparts (Poem)
S - Standing In The Midst Of Clouds (Short Story)
T - Tiptoe (Poem)

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

R - RAMPARTS


Stone By Stone...Rock By Rock
Boulder By Humongous Boulder
The Fortress Was Built On Hills Up High
To Challenge The Audacity Of Every Invader

Under The Watchful Eye
Of Clear And Open, Desolate Skies
The Fort, Flanked By Strong And Gusty Winds
Takes Invaders And Their Horses By Surprise

O'er Time Many Raiders Tried in Vain
To Tear Down And Ruin Its Ramparts
But They Knew Not That The Strength Of These Rocky Walls
Really Lay In The Valour Of Brave-hearts...


Please feel free to leave comments, whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. I might be pretty boring in real life, but I promise I'm a lot more fun in this avatar.

Today's image is that of the Visapur Fort in the Pune district of Maharashtra, India. The fort was built by circa 1713 - 1720, by the first Peshwa of the Maratha empire, Balaji Vishwanath. I thank Gaurang Kelkar immensely for allowing me to use this image. Mumbai-based Gaurang is a twenty-something Software Developer by vocation, and a biker, trekker, nature-lover and photographer by passion. Every now and then, he hops onto his bike (with friends) and embarks on adventures to scale some fort among the many that are scattered across Maharashtra, His Instagram URL is www.instagram.com/imgaurangkelkar

Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2017:-

A - All Apologies (Poem)
B - Baptism (Poem)
C - Chains (Short Story)
D - Door To My House (Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
E - Evil Eye Deliverance (Short Story)
F - Flight of the Lonely Raven (Poem)
G - Girl With The Rings (Weird Story)
H - Hills Beckon (Poem)
I - Idyllic Sky (Short Story)
J - Judging Yasmin (Short Story)
K - Kiss of Death (Poem)
L - Lady of a Perpetual Sucker (Poem)
M - Mosaic You (Poem)
N - Nevermind (Weird Story / Short Story)
O - Office-ial Stance (Short Story)
P - Pretender (Poem)
Q - Queen (Poem)

Saturday, 22 April 2017

O - OFFICE-IAL STANCE

He sat on his seat, anxious like everyone else. Since the past week or so, the hard workers had been quieter than usual. Over the same time, chronic ass-kissers had been stuffing their noses deeper than usual.

It was D-Day today - the day everyone's increments would be announced. Punit was among the quieter lot. He had always been a diligent and reliable employee. Working for a few extra hours and chipping in to help colleagues. He was a natural team player, and was sought after by team mates for his opinions - both work-related and otherwise. His commitment to work, however, meant that he had very little time for family. There were a zillion occasions when he had to slay family commitments at the sacrificial altar of work.

Very soon he was going to find out how he was going to be rewarded for his hard work and foregoing of the mythical 'work-life balance'. He was anxious, yet hopeful of a decent hike,,,and maybe a promotion.

He saw his colleagues being called into the boss' cabin. To his surprise, only a few stayed in for more than 10 minutes. The rest of them came back in just 5-10 minutes. Not the kind to be nosy, he didn't think of enquiring with them,

It was finally his turn. He adjusted his shirt and walked towards the glass door of his boss' cabin. He knocked twice before opening the door and peeping in.

"May I come in, Sir?"

"Punit, Punit...come in my friend."

"Thank you Sir."

The boss signalled for him to sit down. He did.

"My boy. I won't waste time telling you how much of a valuable asset you've been to the company. Everyone swears by your work rate and ethics. You've made so many sacrifices for the company my friend. But..."

"But what Sir?"

"You know the industry is not in great shape. It's getting increasingly harder to do business these days...ask the sales guys and they'll tell you."

Punit looked at him blankly, trying to make sense of what was being conveyed to him.

"Well, to cut a long story short Punit...here's your increment letter."

Punit trembled a bit while opening the envelope. He read it. But he couldn't digest what he had read.

"Seven percent?"

"That's what everyone else is getting. The company has decided to link the increments with the forecast inflation rate."

"Who came up wit this forecast Sir? And assuming it turns out to be true, what about savings? The common man's needs have been increasing over the years Sir."

"There's no point arguing Punit. I would suggest you work harder this year. All of us working harder could help the company do better the next year, and that would mean more profits in the company's hands to share with its employees. We all need to roll up our sleeves Punit. You know how this works, don't you?"

Punit nodded, having given up.

"I'm sorry my friend. I'm getting the same hike as you are", Punit noticed him sheepishly look away as he said this.

Punit nodded. He stood up and shook his boss' hand.

"Thank you Sir."

"Continue the good work", his boss said, giving him a wink. "And remember...we all need to roll up our sleeves."

Punit stepped out of the cabin. He went to his seat and plonked himself on his chair. He lay his forehead down on the desk and began to think.

He thought of the long hours he spent at work, and the negligible time he spent at home.

He thought of the events he attended at work, and the festivals he had to forego at home.

He thought of the meals he had to skip while being busy at work, and the monthly grocery bills he had to regularly pay for.

But right then he remembered his boss' words.

"...we all need o roll up our sleeves."

He knew this was truly the need of the hour.

He sat up at his desk with a renewed vigour and belief.

Then he rolled up his sleeves.

And then he packed up his stuff and went home.


Please feel free to leave comments, whether or not you liked what you read. It's a great way to start a conversation or a dialogue. I might be pretty boring in real life, but I promise I'm a lot more fun in this avatar.

Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2017:-

A - All Apologies (Poem)
B - Baptism (Poem)
C - Chains (Short Story)
D - Door To My House (Short Story / Sentimental / Philosophy / Wisdom)
E - Evil Eye Deliverance (Short Story)
F - Flight of the Lonely Raven (Poem)
G - Girl With The Rings (Weird Story)
H - Hills Beckon (Poem)
I - Idyllic Sky (Short Story)
J - Judging Yasmin (Short Story)
K - Kiss of Death (Poem)
L - Lady of a Perpetual Sucker (Poem)
M - Mosaic You (Poem)
N - Nevermind (Weird Story / Short Story)