Sunday, April 21, 2013

Lets publish your dreams!

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dream job


 "Dreams are not what you see when you sleep; dreams are something that never lets you sleep"


These were the golden words said by our former President Mr. A.P.J Abdul Kalam. One can ponder over these lines and derive strong inspiration from it. I am an IT professional. I thrive on the codes and status calls. Our life is full of stress - coding, designing, testing, reviewing and attending status calls. It is bound by deadlines and to meet deadlines sometimes we have to burn the midnight oil. Everyone has dreams but the one who toils hard to make that dreams come true is something that counts. Being a representative of this IT world, I could say that I hate the ambience especially when you are constantly bombarded with work every second.

After doing the day’s work, you don't even have time for yourself. People have failed to give adequate time to their loved ones because of this materialistic world. I have a strong desire to be my own boss. Since childhood I had many dreams and gradually the dreams faded away just like leaves fade away during the autumns. The end result is that I am a Software Engineer.  I always wanted to have a business of my own. A small business which would give me happiness. It would be a business where I could experiment, innovate, ideate and implement with creative ideas which would give me a satisfaction of doing something fruitful. This would be something which I would term as my ‘Dream Business’. 

Bloggers are creative people who use the right part of the brain. After mulling over certain things, I could say that my profession has given me everything. It gives me the ‘bun and butter’ – read ‘Bun’ not ‘Bread’. After some serious Cogitation, I ask myself – what have I done for my passion? All that I want is to get published.  Every blogger has this dream of getting published. I have a dream- a dream of starting my own publishing house. A small venture with sufficient number of employees who would give life to my dream. My whole intent of creating this publishing company is different. This would be exclusively for bloggers. Being a blogger myself, I can realize how difficult it is for someone to get published these days. There are over 5 lakhs bloggers in India. I am pretty sure that each one of them are talented in one or the other way.. 

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MicrosoftOffice 365 provides access to several services and each having unique features that would benefit me and my business. A mid enterprise package would suffice as my dream business would be a start up comprising of like minded people. The publishing house would be having a group of editors, designers and SPOC's who would be the point of contact between the authors and the company. We all know that editing is a tedious task and it requires lots of patience.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Fit & Fine

Fit & Fine



"Do I look fat, Abby?"
"No, you just look fit and fine!"
She smiled at me and hugged me tight.
I took my wife for a candle light dinner.  We met one of her friend at the restaurant.
"Divya, congrats girl! How many months?"
I couldn't control my laughter as my wife glared at me.



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Thursday, April 11, 2013

The Return

The Return



"Anushka Singh!"  She was my girlfriend. A misunderstanding made me lose her.   
We lost touch and today she was returning back to India.  I was dressed in a dapper outfit. I carried a flower bouquet. I loved her.
She arrived, she smiled and hugged me. 

"Anushka Sharma!" said the Officer. I couldn’t believe my ears.


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Saturday, April 06, 2013

The Woman on Platform number 10

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform number 10"


I was strolling at the New Delhi Railway station for over 2 hours, waiting for the Kanpur bound Shatabdi Express. Lately I got to learn that the train was delayed by 3 hours. Helplessly, I dawdled outside the New Delhi railway station, leering at the bystanders. Few minutes later, I left for the reservation centre where I saw a pool of people stranded. There was a complete mayhem as I tried to find my way inside amidst the crowds moving helter-skelter. During this process, I collided with several people of different sizes and shapes. This lot included many fragile women whose perfumes mesmerized me. I neatly organized my hair before I located a seat near the right corner of the reservation centre. I was wearing a dapper outfit dashing enough to impress girls. I wore my Ray ban sun glasses and sat on the seat adjacent to a 60 yr old woman. She looked at me as if I belonged to some alien planet. I scanned and observed a young girl of around 5, smiling and waving hands at me. I smiled back at her. I saw a cantankerous Muslim man, sporting a mullah beard outrageously involved in a verbal skirmish with a fellow passenger. The little girl’s attention was diverted and for once all eyes were glued on him. He was equally attacked by his victim who screamed abuses and curses at him.  I sneered at them and head for platform number 10. I ruffled the little girl’s hair and bid her good bye. I was carrying my bag pack and a heavy luggage bag which made me feel uncomfortable. I took few pauses as I climbed the stairs. I waited for 5 minutes at the connecting bridge. I was visibly distracted by an ensemble of good looking adolescent girls who were walking towards me. I moved ahead, my eyes spotted a newly married couple cheerfully talking to each other.  As I walked, someone pushed me from behind. The man, tall and stocky, looked behind and apologized. His face was craggy and sported a 4 day old stubble. He was followed by his wife and 3 young daughters each carrying a plastic bag. At a closer glance, I realized that the woman was holding a new born baby. “Be Careful!” I screamed at her.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

The Kiss!




Their lips locked.
"Probably this would be our last kiss," he said.
"Why?"

"I am planning to break up."
"Then will you kiss me again.”
He kissed her; she pressed the trigger.
"April Fool!”  He handed her the red rose and diamond ring. She cried as he closed his eyes for the last time.



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Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Tell me its a Dream!

Tell me its a Dream!


 I wiped the tears from her eyes.

"We are not destined to be together,” she said.
"Don't tell me."
"Yes! My folks are planning to get me married,"
There was deafening silence for few minutes.
"Please tell me its a dream." I cried so much that there were no tears left in my eyes.

  
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