Sunday, August 31, 2014

Hacked!

Hacked!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


“Hello Mr. Radisson, my old friend,” I said, “I heard you won a lottery?”

“Hello Jamie! What? Really?”

“May be you should your mails!”

“Jamie, I really won a lottery,” he said, “Wait, I am just sending them my bank details.”

Few minutes later,

“Jamie, my online bank credentials don’t work?” he said, worriedly.

“Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!”



Saturday, August 30, 2014

Fabulous 2 hours @ the Univercell Sync Store

This post  is written for Univercell Sync and Indiblogger.in

 
Univercell Sync, Causeway, Colaba


Weekends are bliss for people who love to explore new places. For people like me, who are used to extract their brain to think about logics and algorithm often have many thing to say! I have been a fun loving person throughout my life and the best thing one could ever gift themselves would be to spend some quality time with friends. Their role in your life is beyond words!

Last weekend Indi blogger and Univercell Sync gave bloggers an opportunity to experience what it feels like to be at their Sync Store. This event was held at three different locations across Mumbai, Bangalore and Chennai. I boarded a Churchgate local in this journey to experience the Sync! I met my blog buddy Ankit on the way to the venue. After we got down at the Churchgate station, we legged towards the Taxi stand and hailed a taxi to reach the Regal Cinemas. It was the first time that I was visiting this part of the city. My eyes aimlessly strolled around as the taxi took pace, admiring the beauty of this part of the city. It was called the Causeway. We got down and we quickly hunted for the Univercell Sync store. My friend pointed his fingers and that was it! It was the beginning of a new quality experience at the Sync store.  I saw a huge board with a sky-blue background. A text' Univercell Sync' was affixed to it, above it was a board stating some inaugural offer for customers. As I entered the store, I could see few familiar faces trying out the fancy photo frames and few others exploring the mobile phones. A representative with a smiling face greeted and welcomed us! Anyone would be pleased when greeted in such a fashion! A smile has great powers, it does wonders! I quickly scanned the store and it was awesome. 

Some amazing things that I discovered at the Univercell Sync!

"Guys, Can we have a quick group picture?" I heard a familiar voice from behind. It was Swati and Vineet from the Indiblogger team. We clicked a groupie and the exploration had begun! As I walked around the store, I observed the store representatives clad in smart sky blue Polo T-shirt and Jeans, all with smiling faces. The store was neatly organized with different sections; looking at the walls and the interiors it seemed that a lot of efforts were put to make it neat. I was checking the tablets as I got hold of a representative. 

"I have been to Chennai Univercell before. But I am hearing Univercell in Mumbai for the first time," I said to Saleem, the representative.

"No sir, we have our presence in Mumbai since last 1.5 years and we have 9 outlets in Mumbai," he said, his lips curved into a pleasant smile.

"And how many outlets do you have overall across India?" I enquired. I acknowledged him back with a smile.

Conflicts

Conflicts
 This post is for Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction for the prompt CONFLICT.  


"Mr. Bob, your reports have arrived? I am afraid to say that you are HIV positive," the lab technologist said with a straight face.

I stood there, wondering if the sky came falling down, crashing all my dreams and ambitions.

As I walked towards the doctors cabin, it felt as if an earthquake of high magnitude struck me hard.

"Mr. Bob Anderson, you have to start the medications as early as possible?" the doctor said browsing through my medical report.

"But doctor, I'm not Bob Anderson, I am Bob Sanders!" I said.


A Quality Analyst by day and a dynamic blogger by night, Ste is an out-of-the-Box thinker whose thinking cap is never on the resting mode. The real feather on his thinking cap is his creativity which you can see in all his works, be it short stories, poems or sketches. He is a very big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Most of his short stories are inspired from real life and things that fascinates him. His blog "The Solitary Writer" is a central repository of his entire creative spear." . Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free!Also you can discuss in the Forum. Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

And I missed my train

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.



I stood in front of the door, dressed in dapper outfits, waiting for my beloved to bid me adieu.

"Honey, I got an important train to catch," I said, "Say bye!"


She came out of the bathroom, semi cladden and her lips curved into a seductive smile.

“Byee..eee..eee…eeee,” she said and I missed my train.

Words - 55 
  
Images taken from Google Images

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Remembering God!




 I was sitting besides the window as some thoughts struck me hard. Aren't we all turning selfish?  We knock doors only when we need something. Yes, it reflects from our actions. Its a fact that in this fast moving world where the cost of living has been increasing, we all have turned money minded. Remember those days when we were young and we all had time to visit  temples, churches, mosques etc. We had time to remember the holy almighty. Gradually we all turned selfish and eventually we started knocking his door only when we needed something from him. Holy father isn't the one who should be remembered during our bad days. A true father doesn't betrays his children. He will stand by you during your good times as well as your bad days.

I am one of the culprit too. But today I contemplated for a while. When I was in Noida for my work assignments, I  never visited church for I never knew where it was. After moving  back to Mumbai, I turned lazy. I only knocked his door during my worst days or  whenever I needed something from him. May be when I was attending an important job interview or I was deep drowned in depression. When I recall the disastrous days of  my past where I suffered from a dreadful disease, I knew I would be completely cured someday and it was this almighty lord who saved me. He is a true saviour but its just that we don't remember him every time. Know that he is omnipresent and watching every single action of yours! I know he will forgive his children but all that he wants is to be remembered.  Would you not be offended if  you offer some help to someone during their worst days and when the  bad days subside and the person even refuses to talk to you. Wouldn't that be the worst thing to do? Of course you would feel bad. Right? Just ponder for a minute and talk to yourself. Confine yourself to a room and switch off the lights. Close your eyes and think for yourself. What you are doing is right or wrong? You got no right to  be a selfish , opportunist who doesn't cares for anyone. That's how life is turning out to be for many of us. Atheists and Agnostics have different opinions! But as firm believer of Almighty's existence, we need to do something. Looking at the ongoing events such as  accidents, wars, natural calamities it is obvious that the Almighty is vexed at us. You may be of  any religion ,but I believe in a single Almighty power. He is the supreme power who rules the planet. Different people call him by different names but go and honor him.

These days people have no time for their loved one's. They have time for all kind of entertainments and time to have fun but wouldn't it be great if they  take 10 minutes to talk to their loved one's. God's love is wonderful and powerful. He is the miracle maker. Be good from now on. I realized my mistakes and I pledge that today onwards I will reinstate my faith in good and love for him. For I had been blind  for most of the days in my life and today my eyes have opened. Father,forgive me for all my sins. I love you!
 
Remember him everyday and witness the miracles he  has planned for you!

Image Courtesy - All the Images for this blog post has been  taken from Google Images
A Quality Analyst by day and a dynamic blogger by night, Ste is an out-of-the-Box thinker whose thinking cap is never on the resting mode. The real feather on his thinking cap is his creativity which you can see in all his works, be it short stories, poems or sketches. He is a very big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Most of his short stories are inspired from real life and things that fascinates him. His blog "The Solitary Writer" is a central repository of his entire creative spear." . Did you like this post? Get The Solitary Writers updates via Facebook or Twitter, better yet, subscribe to it via RSS Feed. It’s easy, and free!Also you can discuss in the Forum. Comments are just another way to let me know how you feel.Don't forget to comment.

Friday, August 01, 2014

Ghosts of Past!

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


I hate rains.  It invokes the negative thoughts!  It rekindles the past memories of a disastrous monsoon of 2007.  I almost died then and was resuscitated.  I hope Ghosts of past don’t haunt me again.  Tears roll down my cheeks copiously. “Oh God, Please don’t rain,” I prayed, looking skywards.

And it rained that night .