She expected great things to happen to her
So when the storm came
She hid her straw hats
Because she knew she had to be prepared
sunny days were not that far off

Toronto, japan, moscow, delhi

My darling, you can be in all these places

You just have to bring your mind around it

That one thought holding you back.

Break the barriers, destroy the walls,

Peep out through the curtains

Let your hair down, put on some sunscreen

Set some loud music on your phone

And most importantly, wear that amazing smile

Of yours over that bright red lipstick

Now you are ready, prepared to take on the world

Kick the shit out of some wild grass and discover the truth

He came , he conquered

Her mind, body and soul

He broke down the walls

And lit up her life

He sang lullaby’s and mended her hair

His smile enlightened her life

He promised to walk with her

Hold her hands and wipe her tears

He ensured that with him by her side

She would calm down, dare and be kind all at once

She would be indebted to him

For her life, for showing her

The glory of her own being..

on my sweethearts bday :)

There was once a sweet girl

Sweet or sour was still a dispute

She was lost all the time

Lost in her thoughts and her ways

She was desperate to live a

Happy life, a fulfilling one at that

When she least expected

Came the prince charming

With flowing black mane and the roughest looks

He was no tom cruise or brad pitt

Rather was Dalai Lama fitted into Shivaji the great

The sweet and sour girl was lifted off her feet

Into his high riding horse

Everyone may think they rode into the sunset

And lived happily ever after.

But that’s not the case, that’s never the case

They struggled among all odds

To keep the fire glowing, for their love

For eternity , till the end of time

They fight, they hug and they makeout

They scream, shout but has to lie on each others arms at night

They still hold their hands and walk

Side by side, in life and love

They are the cynosure of many eyes

And the reason for many a heartbreaks ;)

Everyone envies them but secretly wants to BE them

At last the sweet and sour girl became

A little too sweet and a little less sour

Prince charming always remained

The sweetheart of every beating heart!!

She

She often has that look

Sharp but blunt, broken but stitched together

Eyes that often tell stories

Of nights, of wet pillows and muffled sobs

With a feeling, that everything slips

Right between her fingers

An ache spreading beyond her heart

Words failing to express what the lips murmur

Putting on her kajal and mascara

Hiding the dark circles around the light blue eyes

Mindful of the scars

On her mind and her soul..

An orange hue

On the banks of the Ganges

Across it the saffron blew

Swaying in the wind, lonesome

On a pole high up the mountain

some things..

Some smiles that never fade

Some hands that never let go

Some looks that spreads love

Some gestures that resonate forever

Some talks that are never forgotten

Some company that instills warmth

Some smell that reminds you of the old charm

the workforce

The success of a corporate company is defined by its product and its people. Some may argue that products are the sole factor defining a company’s success.That maybe true, but the force behind these products are the people. If the workforce is happy, products turn out great. Almost every MNC’s have a dedicated branch just to keep their employees happy, to make their every working day happening, like our EMC’s epic days.

Every individual employee has his/her aspirations. This aspirations and the company’s goal run parallelly. Every management believes that when individuals grow, companies prosper too.

But in my opinion, the focus is on the wrong place. We should concentrate on groups or the workforce rather than individuals. We should nurture the culture of working in harmony with our peers. Only if we work in groups can we achieve sustained prosperity. Each individual goals should also include their peer groups goals too.  Most of the premier MBA colleges give only group assignments and not individual ones. Only through cohesion we gain enough friction to walk the slippery road.

A Simon Sinek says , if we can trust our coleagues and we have the belief that they will pick us up when we fall, we will dare to take bold steps, be more innovative and creative at work 

#1
"All the worlds a stage" - indeed
Did the great poet think
that one day the drama in our lives
would outshine the stage?

some people live for love
while others die without it
a void remains where love once stood
and hatred now walks around it

try, try and save the world
see the glum in our eyes
look at the hatred we are brewing
realise the happiness we can share!!

#2
i will smother thee with kisses
run my hand behind ur neck
that soft spot behind ur ear
oh, so tender..

you need to close your eyes though
i am seemingly shy,
a little bothered

all the love in the world
and all the worlds sugarlumps
rests in your lips, those soft blossoms

touch me here and touch me there
but not where the tickles would tremble me :)

#1
A thousand colors on my wings,
and a thousand dreams on my eyes, 
I know not whether i will see tomorrow,
But I whisper to each flower ....
make the most of what is Today.

#2
i aim for the stars
i land on the clouds
i am still happy!

i stroll up the ladder
i slip midway
i can still make it up!

i smile, i wink
i get a stare in return
i dont give a damn!

i dream, i gossip
i make my friends join in
i have a blast!

i fear the future
i brood over the past
i still believe in myself!

i am i , accept it or not
i have my wings spread out
you better watch out, here i come!!!!

Never give up, Believe in yourself
There is no use blaming others
Fate, that’s just a convenient excuse
You become as good as your thoughts
Your looks are as great as your beliefs
Difficulties are just like bumbs on the road
You need to slow it first and then accelerate
There will be many frogs in the well
Pulling you down as hard as they can
A hard boot kick would do the trick
Never complain of your loneliness or your luck
Both are the results of your own acts
Own it. There lies your dignity
Be prudent and be sensible -
of what comes out of your mouth
and also what goes inside it
Health as they say is a wealth that we cannot do without
And you would already know of all those sh**
about words being arrows and blah blah blah
Pain comes and pain goes
what stands test is your endurance
Be brave and be strong
In every corner lurks a shadow, so be agile too
But most of all be wise
Wise enough to fight back every single time
Wise enough to shut up when you are wrong
Rise up, then you wil win, you wil conquer
yourself and the world.

#1

what this world needs now is a different kind of freedom

Freedom to love all
Freedom to smile always
Freedom to show pain
Freedom to vent anger

Freedom to trust yourself
Freedom to take a chance
Freedom to stop at any path
Freedom to hug a stranger

Freedom to talk your mind
Freedom to play on the sands
Freedom to sing with the breeze
Freedom to dance with the flower

Freedom to think
Freedom to pause,
Freedom to say NO
Freedom to be me.
Freedom for my soul

#2

Laugh out loud
Give a hug everyday
Love unconditionally
Kiss passionately 
Cry secretly
Earn enough
Spend wisely
Call your mother
Facebook daily
Go for a walk
Travel to new places
Smile at strangers
Admire the rain
Smell the flowers
Pray to keep faith alive
Believe in luck
But do hardwork
Have a pet
And Live life each day

#1
i loved u
like the venus on her knees towards the sun
too near too hot
burnt at last

#2
when i think of u
all i want to pour out
is poems and lullabies
love and memories can wait

#3
that mad chaotic rush
me with a brain freeze
staring into u
as if i will cut right through u

#4
the wild heart of urs
and the life less gaze
 the pout on ur lips tell a thousand stories
all letting me cross that line , heedless, pointless

#5
everyone said words have the power to change us.
but you glazed on, glum and mute
did you have a lot to say that you didnt know where to begin?

#6
as you say, we could part ways
but before that,
we could go to the beach
i can bury all our memories in the sand
it will lay hidden for eternity
our love immortalised

memories

staring out of the window
of my two bedroom apartment
all i can see are tall buildings
and still taller phone towers

where has the trees gone
where are the cows and goats
dogs, there still everywhere
as stray as they can be

my mind exalts at the sight
of small yellow flowers on the road side
has it come down to that?

i long to take the smell of a red rose
my taste buds crave for the wild mulberries
running on the grass, i miss that the most
there is no wet sand, everywhere is concreted

first official book review :)

http://happysing.com/2011/09/the-secret-of-the-nagas-book-review-amish-tripathi/

lolita

The most disgusting book i have ever read is 'lolita', a novel by Vladimir Nobokov. Written and published n 1955. Reason behind reading the book was because its considered among the best in english literature.It was also featured among the Times top 100 best english novels. Before taking up this book i read quite a few reviews, and none of them gave me a preview on what was the content. Almost all of them praised the author for the different narrative style, which i too agree. What i disagree is on the content. In this book the narrator/author is obsessively in love with a 12 year old girl, now isnt that disgusting? As wikepedia says the protagonist here is an unreliable narrator, as in we cannot be sure if its a real story or not!. I cant believe that the book was not banned or stopped from publishing when Salman Rushdie's Satanic versus is banned in this age.
In the book the protagonist Humbert Humbert is not only 'obsessively' in love with the small girl but gets intimate with her too, if you know what i mean. Lolita is the nick name that he puts for the little girl. He has also coined a word called Nymphet for girls in the age group of 9 and 13.
Many of you would have seen the movie already made in the same name. Yet to watch it!
The book itself disturbed me emotionally, cant say how the movie would.

anna hazare

So whats with our government? Has it not done enough already to paint its face black?. to tell the truth im already tired of watching news channels blaring about Mr. Anna. nothing substantial is coming out of all his fasts and ramdevs out of the world yoga poses. All these tamasha and hullabaloo is for getting the jan lokpal bill passed in the parliament right? there is no immediate change or any drastic sort of change ushered in. there are so many bills passed in this country which dont see the light of the day.the law will always exist but who implements it completely?. So does the jan lokpal committe believe that once the bill is passed, the job is done?
i believe these kind of movements and drive against corruption must be for some immediate and drastic change. Just like the ones that happened in egypt.why not fast and strike against the government for punishing the people ruling this country who are such shameless buggers, immediate action against those found culprit

boring office :(

After a week long vacation, back to office. I am totally out of sync with office work ,nevertheless to say didn’t even read all the mails. I wish I could sit at home all day long and not worry about anything. It’s a blissful feeling I must admit. Last week was something close to that. But the sad part in that is I was kinda walking like an old gag who has rickets, I had boils in my knees which was paining like hell and hence the walk.

But there were days in that week too where I did some work. I learned a bit of cooking. I learned to cook sambar, cabbage curry, and other kerala dishes. I even dared to make custard for dessert. The only problem with the custard was I didn’t add enough sugar. phew!!! a dessert which is not sweet. !!

And apart from cooking I also learned that wearing a saree and maintaining it for an entire day is nothing short of a herculean task. I wonder how ladies including my mother just drape it on within minutes and walk about doing all the household and office chore with it. To tell the truth  I felt suffocated but cannot deny the feminine feeling it imparts. I felt like a grown up. J.

Back  to office, with three of my colleagues gone, doesn’t feel like the pace to be. Even the much awaited tea sessions seems not so appealing.

On a summer dusk...

 Long long ago on a summer dusk

I woke up to a feeling that

I now know is love.

Whats that feeling I had thought

Is it nausea or sleeplessness or a hunger problem

It had sent my pulses high and sweat was dripping down my brows

I asked my maids, whats this all about

They laughed at my silliness and went about their way

Then I saw him at the far end of the garden

I had my pulses high again

I knew then I had lost my heart

To that hazel eyes vying me

 like arrows , Piercing right through my soul

his long tresses and the curls had me winded

it’s a wonderous joy when you discover

that sweet surrender to your lover

Oh yes, its kinda love.

We played among the flowers and the fields

Swans were our company ,it all felt right

But time had come for him to leave

It was time for the harvest again,

Though it pained him, he had to go

But he promised with all his heart.

He would be back to ask for my hand

I lie here staring into empy space

Waiting for him with honour

a time lapse !

She  couldn’t remember what happened in the last one hour. She tried very hard, but it just wouldn’t appear in her head. She wondered loudly, ‘ I feel like I wasn’t alive the last one hour, maybe I had a blackout…’

She went on with her daily chores, washing the dishes and then the clothes, scrubbing the floor and other things. After she was finished with the daily routine, she looked at the clock, still 2 hours left for the kids to return from school. She decided to do some gardening. She didn’t have what you would call The green fingers, but she loved flowers, any flower in any shape and color, but the more intricate the design, the more she would keep looking at its beauty. She went to the garage  and searched among the old leftover boxes and items for a spade. Something got stuck in her feet and she looked down upon and it was a  painting, a beautiful one. Wonderstuck as anyone would get, when you find a fresh painting in your own garage when absolutely no one paints in your home.

All of a sudden Her head started aching terribly. As usual she suspected the migraine.

She went up to her bedroom and popped in her usual tablets and lied down for a quick nap.

Her kids came back home from work apprehensively, they never knew to whom they were coming home to. Each day each person would welcome them.,sometimes lovingly and sometimes swearing. They had learned to adjust long back. They prayed it should be the one who draws. They liked  her more than their mom’s real self.

 They were little kids in school when their family doctor revealed to them, their mother has been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder!!