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 Closed Doors The closed doors have many memories locked. It has seen a different shade and introduced myself to many new versions of me. Sometimes I believed that was the only living world.   Everything else was rounding around that and by default, I always prioritized that life than any other life. Roughly, starting Sep 2004, I am been part of various organization. A lot of learning. Full of ups & downs.   This spicy life had every masala needed for life! The life that gives humble and pride at the same time!! Getting in there was not easy journey... Sometimes all mattered is the books temporarily memorized and the fancy number in the marksheet been the admission card to this life. Even though it does not matter once you step in, it matters for introduction for this life. Like any arranged marriage, where the bride serves tea to everyone and here people serve them in the one-page profile with full of colorful and hoping words. There is no gender bias. But yes,...

Dread..👽👽 I am been thinking a lot on what to write esp. for this blog, because I was afraid I would not be able to stand by the expectations.  The fear, the most powerful weapon which I always over played.. If I have to list the things that I am afraid of, the list will not end by a day.. Let me say, some of the best fear I have not overcome or not explored because there was no situation created to overcome .. that said, sometimes the best fear can be beaten in a situation when you do not have choice left..Time, Situation and the path that you choose to follow are the best friends to overcome fear.. I am afraid of💁 Being stranger Until the moment I smile & speak.. Of new rules Until the moment I started to practice Of the embarrassment Until I learnt to embrace myself   Of the days it went As I was not able to Foresee what is stored in past.   Of being excel Until I trained myself To be disciplined   Of left alone Until the moment I choose...

  Number 13. 💀   “Sir, you look like an IT guy, what happened sir? what brought you here?”, ask inmate. I did not want to kill those 12 people. But I need to do it. The inmate with a shell shock expression, says, 12 murders!!   “Yes! Do you want to listen?” It all started when I got a call from them. They said if I don't do it, my family and I might die. I reached the hotel much earlier than I expected. She handed over the room key to me. The room number read No.13. A perfect number for murder. I smiled and tried to settle down. Briefly, the room was kept clean and had two beds. I assumed that no one would share the room. I had a full proof plan for my last murder execution. Once again, I revisited my plan. Sharp 9 PM, dine with him and make him to smell. That’s all! Job done. I checked the packet and reconfirmed by myself. I need to make him smell. With reconfirmation, looked at the watch. It is 4 PM. I decided to rest for a while after shower.   I laid ...

 Ant and Sweet! Diwali is around the corner. Chandra is too busy in kitchen. It is the time where she gets to see once again her mother-in-law’s culinary skills. She is been the helper in the kitchen as always. With helping in kitchen work, she must listen to her mother-in-law stories. Even though it is quite annoying, she is sort of got adjusted to her new role. Once the sweets are done, Chandra carefully arranged the sweets into the stainless less containers. The sweets are meant for distribution to the neighbors and relatives. Two days to go for Diwali. She is worried that these sweets must not be filled with ants. To save the sweets from ants, Chandra draw a white line around the sweet containers, with the chalk piece that can kill ants. Blacky and Brownie, tiny ants were roaming the around the kitchen since the time sweets preparations were started. Not only them, even his friends, cousins and far relatives already started tasting the uncooked sweets. They even eagerly waite...

  Misty Palace...🧊   Beyond the mist, there is a palace which is not in use for a longer time. But the palace has a treasure which many people want to make it of their own. Once someone enters there, they never returned.   Long ago, there lived a witch princess named, Misty. This princess mastered herself in witches art. She used her spell to get what she wanted. One day, she saw a handsome sage while she was plucking flowers. It was love at first sight. She approached the sage and expressed her willingness to marry him. Sage politely refused her saying, he has broken all the earthly bonds and he is on the way to Himalayas to continue tapas. She gets infuriated and spell on him to become a parrot so that she could cage him and keep it with her all the time.  As she spelled, Sage transformed to parrot. Sage was saddened by his fate and his inability to reach Himalayas. As the day went, Princess was not ready to release the parrot and parrot reached his final days...

  ***Inspired by real incidents.. this story is not to give any message.. it just an incident that I happen to observe..”   Sridevi , was in office. It was past 10 PM. Another 2hrs to go for the day.. She was into her deep thoughts , I assume that she was making a plan for the next day release by overlooking the team. Suddenly, her mobile interrupted with a vibration. With hesitant, she looked at the mobile questioning herself, “who would be at this time?”.   The mobile displayed   “Amma” calling. She disconnected the ring and started staring at the mobile for 2 secs with a terrified look. I could sense, a strange fear that caught her.   Sometimes,   our instinct could tell the other end mindset if we are connected so well.   Might be she would have sensed something wrong.. I waited patiently and observed her.. I could say she was confused while she dialed back her mother. After the call, she moved out of the place. I silently followed her as I was c...

  “I do not know where I lost you.. But I am sure , you would know the path to come back.. Waiting for you.. “   Missed Connection..   A Hypothetical thought, if there was a Craiglist existed in epic.. Looking for Nalan.. (Mahabharata) Nalan, the king of Nishadha Kingdom. I heard about his greatness through a swan. He was great with his culinary skills. I was convinced and fell in love with him without looking at him in-person. I choose to marry him over the gods who attended my swayamavara . Along with handful of blessing, we earned wrath too. My husband, Nala had clean habits expect the one ! the gambling, dice game. On the dice, my Nalan lost the Kingdom.We walked over the forest ,hills and starved..Nalan was not able to see my struggle. For my happiness, he left me in the mid-way assuming I would return back to my father’s kingdom.. But I decided not to go back.  Now, waiting for him in the middle of new kingdom , mocking myself as a servant.   - D...

My 50 th blog:🙏 Great Minds: Great Minds, that I admired or most of the time heard people appreciating is someone filled with great thoughts, but how is it that they are great thoughts? No question is silly question, same way, no thoughts too!!   The measuring scale is of the greatness comes down to expressing it, then actions and finally the output! Well, how do we get thoughts first in place.? Thoughts are greatly influenced by hereditary, environment, exposure etc. So, it is very important to choose the place wisely. but sometimes it becomes a trouble to make up the world if it is not our own!   The measuring scale: Most of the time, invention, discovery, a thought that turn to be a million business and a selfless help, made a difference to someone's life.  Sundar Pichai, innovation of google chrome added a million dollar to google. A great idea that made him to stand out of the crowd! On the same line, there are hundred of people who stood out of crowd! On ...

Cleaning! Long Ago, there lived a zamindar, richest in the village and his words ruled the village. Since he was the richest, his caste was the uppermost. He had 10 helpers to keep his house clean. He had OCD.  Kalyani, Shankar,’s daughter. She was not like any other village girl. She was bold and talkative. Even though she was at 17, she had the ability to speak for her needs. Shankar was a farmer and owned a land. The poverty hit them hard in the form of no rain. As a result, living become a struggle for Shankar and his family. To survive, Shankar ended up taking loan from zamindar, on his land. Zamindar always had eye on Shankar’s land because in the entire village, that was only property that was not his. As expected, Shankar could not clear the loan on time and which in turn to be the advantage of zamindar. Zamindar forced them to write land on his name! Shankar was helpless and attempted suicide. He survived through the suicide but not from the reality. Could not take up fr...

  Collection of Words Belief in destiny.. A look of two people  each wishing that  other would initiate  neither want to begin... The slience and the past.. Heart wrench pain, one goes through when you know that the love can never be yours Tenderly running fingers through hair with fear of diminishing opportunities.. Longing for someone you love and have lost, only love that remains Both morbid & beautiful at once, It means, “you bury me”, a declaration that I will die before you,  because living without you is   painful. To break free from the continues... The pleasure of being able to say, "to hell with it.." Finding beauty in the imperfections accept that constant change In every thing Even on the loss of yours you are still happy because of happiness of loved ones After a decade the happiness.. When you see each other.. The slience and  the future... P.s: This blog is made by collection of words from google.. :-)  

Eavesdropping🦻   As soon as I read the topic , my mind was quite blank.. A topic can make a better story or flop. So I decided not to write a story. Instead, I choose to write the live experience of eavesdropping. First, let’s list the place where people talk in middle of crowd assuming it is their best privacy place. Baseline is a crowded place filled with people’s talk.. talk.. talk..  The places that i could easily remember at this moment are, crowded city bus, not the volvo ones where people pay for AC to sleep, Market, Park, and finally a marriage hall!..  The blog is on my experience on a bus journey on typical sunday evening! Lets ovehear... :-)  I went for shopping and took bus on my return. My hands are already balanced with shopped items. Usually, On Sunday, buses are meant to be crowded than weekdays.. After a couple of minutes wait, I noticed a bus was approaching the bus stop where i stand but crowded.. Pretty much this day also, as expected it was cr...