Bridge Soul

     Most of us who are graduated from India must have seen or heard this line somewhere on the front pages of our text books. A line which is picked up originally from “Bruhdaranyak Upnishaad” is a prayer to Maa Saraswati – Goddess of Knowledge. The original mantra is: असतो मा सद्गमय तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय मृत्योर् मा अमृतं गमय “From the unreal, lead us to the Real; from darkness, lead us to Light; from death, lead us to Immortality.”     Being part of Saraswati Pujan last week on the auspicious day of “Gyan Pancham” was certainly a wonderful experience. As such it is recommended to students and I was never part of it while studying in school or college. But I have no regrets, because I think today there is a vast difference in education and knowledge. There are hardly few who wants knowledge from education or there are hardly few who wants to give knowledge through education. Prime motive of education today is to stand out in a competition of gett...

     I have discovered one of my latent talents which seems to be developed somewhere in the recent past. I’m sure roots of this was implanted much earlier from my college days & in my unawareness gradually with time it went on growing and today it has become an integrated part of professional “me”. This art is nothing creative but it is an art of being indifferent.        Behaving with filtered emotions with people and situations is unwanted gift of corporate life. Taking advantage of someone and then behaving indifferently is common here. Interfering into someone’s personal matter through somebody else and then behaving completely indifferently against that someone is nothing new. (I don’t know what pleasure it gives.)       Even worse is a case when you yourself are a victim of such a scenario and there is nothing to protest. Even though this hurts you more than a physical pain or a monetary loss, there...

I haven’t written any poem It has been really long I don’t think there is a better option Than to write my own song There are no bouquets or gifts So my heart has some drifts Friends’ calls & my writing way Will save me on my special day The day is wonderful & bright The occasion is so very right A kid in me has never frozen Still age meter shows no. 2 dozen About me, there is so much to say She is a great personality But this length to my dismay On blogger is not a possibility This is how I’ve seen A girl so nice and fine All flavors of life in her shine She is a piece of divine She loves intellectual chatter To care and flatter Tries different tastes on platter & puts mind over matter She is prone to blunder And takes challanges with thunder Pain in her sometimes also flows But this is how she grows For her, no mood is permanent And heart is a thing to experiment Normally doesn’t lose her temperament And always thinks for betterment She is normal yet special Simpl...

    Navratri – 9 nights - the longest festival of dance is on air and this is the best time to write about “Night”. There is something special about the mood of night.     I was standing in the lobby of the 6th floor of my office to make a call to a friend in the evening and a sight attracted my attention. (Finally there is something I liked about this place ;-) ). Dusk had touched the town before few minutes. I could see façades of high-rise buildings & sophisticated roads with decent number of cars. (Yes, even roads here seem to follow some code of conduct :-P ). And on the other side I could see the club resort ground ready to rock for ‘Garba’ event. I was standing on the 6th floor and felt like I was free from building and standing between earth and sky without any support just to see lights of the ground below and feel the light of the moon above.     There was a spark in the moment. It changed my mood :-). There has to...

     After Jaiselmer, Udaipur & Chandigarh , one more trip of the year… @ Matheran!! Although it may sound unfair to dedicate this trip to the name of torrent, I think it is completely fair to do so as the basic motive to arrange a trip was to cherish the golden moments with wonderful friends who met on the grounds of torrent.        Coincidently the mix of 7 people contained equal number of people who have left the company and who are still part of the company (i.e. 3.5 have left and 3.5 have not??? Yes..because 1 is on notice period ;-) ). More than exploring a new place, focus was on being with a great company of friends whose worth is probably realized more after departing.         After a long, hectic & boring week, eyes were sparkled to see those familiar faces, ears were relaxed to hear familiar voices and hands were calmed to feel familiar touch. Even on the Friday night we felt so ...

               Well, I am not talking about any reality show. I am talking about a great talent with which people of the city are gifted. Even though we are surrounded by many such talented people, our eyes hardly notice it. Now without creating much suspense let me unveil what I am talking about… I am talking about great vehicle driving skills of people.             I am saying this neither in taunt nor in exaggeration. Everyday I see people driving with such mesmerizing skills for which they themselves are innocently unaware. Otherwise for an ordinary person like me, when signal shows me a green light and when Crores (HA… KARODO) of horns are blasting into your ears, receiving a phone call is something far beyond my capability. But everyday I see so many doing it in a completely effortless manner.           ...

     I have said Tata to Torrent and shifted from Torrent to Tata. So, This is about my Topsy-Turvy ride from Torrent to TCS. I connect it with a scene I sometimes watch on TV, I don’t know exactly what this adventure is named as, but in This, a person jumps from one part to another part of mountain with big gap in between. When he reaches on another side, There probably he gets Time To realize whatever has happened. While jumping, he focuses only on reaching the Target. But only after reaching There he realizes how Thrilling the experience was.      Same is happening with me Too. In absence of bridge between me and my aspirations in Torrent, I had to jump to TCS. A new change is anyway not easy always, but sometimes it becomes necessary to accept change in order to grow. Leaving behind the luxuries of Torrent is a similar such experience. Group of charming friends, long talks with them, negligible distance between office and home are missed much...