Sidhharth collected the prints and began to study the various graphs and charts that showed the various aspects of the work being done at various levels in the company.
“Crap!” He frowned and drew a big circle at one of the bar charts, highlighting a data input mistake. He checked the time on his mobile and walked back towards his desk in a hurried pace.
“What about lunch Sid?” Aakash said while Sidhharth passed right beside him.
Sidhharth made a quick turn towards him and said, “Two minutes, that’s all! Our conversation is still pending!” Continue reading
In continuation with “Bigger Question”
Do you remember what I asked? I asked, “Can you be silent?”
Silence is hated because it is in abundance. If you believe you hardly get time to be silent or you hardly find anyone sitting silently, you are looking at things in a much smaller perspective.
Noise, sound doesn’t break the silence. It is the silence that breaks the noise. Silence is brave enough to exist among the interval between the two noises. It is everywhere. Without silence, there could be no rhythm in music. Without silence, no work of art can ever be accomplished. Without silence, no journey can be made. Silence is outside, silence is inside. Continue reading
What pisses me off the most is when people do not do their designated work. If someone so loves to stand out of the system, one should act like a rebel. Rebels I love, lazy asses I hate to the core of my heart. All sorts of weird things have happened with me in the last few days. Yes, there is a certain limit after which you just cannot control the good or bad from happening, but there has to be a certain limit defined to stop the bullshit as well. I love the place where I live and I love the place where I work for a common reason: the degree of silence is pretty high at both the places. I can hear ants crawling in my room and I can listen to what is happening at the ground floor from my office at the first floor. I am a peace lover, well physically. Mentally, I am in a rush all the time. Continue reading
Birth is a magical moment, not only for the mother and the child, but for the entire creation. Existence is because of the process of being born and it is our birthright to inquire about it, about life, about what it is all about. We should be acceptable to change at every step of our lives because change is what happens at the very beginning of the process of birth. But, people choose to ignore the change. If you are going through a change, people will disapprove you, even the closest ones, your friends, family, everyone will try to tell you that you are wrong. In all this opposing, condemning and dilemma, the strength of the single individual is lost. Majority of the people around you will provide arguments from the religion, the society. You will always be doing things with minority support, and when majority is against you, it is going to take revenge. It will tell you, “If you had not done this, you could have done that. If you had not chosen this, you could have chosen that. But you are a fool, you won’t listen. Now suffer. Now repent.” Continue reading
I wrote Being : Crazy yesterday and thankfully, I received a lovely response yet again. I usually write whatever I have to in one article only but for the first time I was informed that the article felt incomplete. One of my very special readers, who will be celebrating her birthday this weekend, frankly told me that she wanted to read more about being crazy. So, my dearest reader, this article is my dedication to you. Stay beautiful, be crazy. Continue reading
According to Jainism, Krishna is suffering in the seventh hell because he was the cause of the greatest war India has suffered, mythologically. Jains point out Krishna as the one responsible of the violence that took place in Mahabharata. No doubt, there is some truth in it. Arjuna was not willing to fight. He wanted to retire from the war at the last moment. He said it was better that others keep the throne, what is the point of killing all these people who are his brothers. Arjuna wanted to withdraw because it was a family struggle and both parties were connected in many ways. Continue reading
It is said that the darkest hour is just before the dawn. It was dark, moonless night, pitch black. One could hear no sound other than the singing of a child. The village was asleep, had been sleeping all night and a child had been singing in his room. The mother of the child was worried because the night was more than half over and the lamp in his room was still burning. She could hear his voice as he sang. She could restrain herself no longer and knocked at his door, “Go to sleep now, my son. The night is almost spent!” Continue reading