Saturday, October 27, 2012

Black witch reins tonight!


Her strong dark aura
Enchantress of the east side
Casts off her shadow

Smoke from the evil
On the rise of the new moon
Black witch reins tonight

This Haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for the week is 'WITCH'.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

SOMC - 3..... What's in a Name?

This article is originally written for the ManipalBlog under my weekly column 'Serenade of My City'. It appears here. Visit this site for wonderful articles.

The first thing most of us worry about when we go to a new place is making new friends. Friendship is such an amazing bond we share with others, it’s hard enough to leave our old friends behind while we shift, but the thought of how the new people we are going to meet will be like, can be perplexing at times. Especially for a person like me.

My childhood was a riot with my parents pushing me out to socialize, while just the thought of saying a HELLO to someone freaked the life out of me. Well, things have changed, and that’s not the case anymore. But there’s a little part of that little girl still hidden inside somewhere, who resists the thought of change of environment and people. I think a lot of people would nod their heads in agreement to this and say – “I know the feeling!”

Well, there’s no escaping from anything and you end up meeting all kind of people. If making friends is difficult, keeping them is even more! So at your new workplace, you will meet a lot of people and the first thing you would ever exchange with them is probably a smile. And the second thing, their NAMES! Can i take a moment out here and tell you guys how important this step is? It’s always nice to immediately map the name to the face, so the next time you meet them, you won’t be tongue tied. Situations where one of them calls you by your name, and you just cant remember their’s can be very very embarrassing to both the parties!

People always love it when someone addresses them by their names. And while you’re at it, please make it a point to learn the right pronunciation of the name. It annoys the sh*t out of me when people pronounce my name wrong and i’m sure i’m not the only one with this problem. And let me tell you i get that a lot, like A LOT…. Everything, but my name is what i hear! I keep correcting them until they get it right and there are times when i’ve just given up!

Anyway… every individual depends on his name, though superficially, for his identity. Nevertheless, it’s not good on our parts to mess that up. We never know how sensitively a person is attached to his name. Especially, while at work, we might be in a position where we’ll need to interact with a foreign client. We surely wouldn’t want to annoy them or shame ourselves by not knowing how to pronounce it. Some people even take it as a personal insult! 
This whole practice of remembering the RIGHT names of the people around you turns into a nice memory activity if you choose to play it as a little game in your head. It would also be interesting to know what new names mean, don’t you think?

So there you go… enhancing your knowledge, increasing your friends, strengthening relationships, building a solid base for maybe a new budding friendship! Amen to that.

This article is originally written for the ManipalBlog under my weekly column 'Serenade of My City'. It appears here. Visit this site for wonderful articles.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Now dreams come alive!

Morning mist wakes me
Floating back to clear conscious
Now dreams come alive!

This Haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for the week is 'CONSCIOUS'.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Serenade of My City - 2 ... When serenade turned into noise!

This article is originally written for and appears here.

Well, the serenade of my city right now is more of a noise, than a melody. And i mean it literally. The city of Pune, though a very nice place to stay in, is filled with more vehicles than people. The traffic is horrendous. The sawaari-autos wheel around like heroes on the wrong side of the road and people pounce on them like bees to their hive, only worse!!! I hear that Pune holds a record for the highest number of two-wheelers in the world! So, with a traffic like this, you can only imagine the city's contribution to pollution.Sigh!

I've seen a lot of people here, especially girls cover their faces with scarves. Only a pair of beautiful eyes peering out! I first wondered the reason behind this, because no way was Pune a conservative place. I did not have to ask anyone the reason behind this. All i needed to do was take an auto from home to office and the thick layer of dust over my face and hair, had the answer etched all over it for me! And i'm not kidding or exaggerating when i say a THICK layer of dust!

Anyway, the point i'm trying to make is, when you shift to a new place, a lot of things change. You may or may not find a suitable accommodation in the area of your choice. One has to be ready for a lot of compromises. A nice home at a longer distance, or a not-so-good place to live, but at a walking distance. And if you get lucky, maybe you'll find the perfect combo! But brooding over discomfort is avoidable if we prepare ourselves for what is in store for us. And that's why i'm here to help you not fuss over issues that i did, 'cos at the end of the day(a month in my case) you will adjust. So save yourself the negativity and get on with it!

We're so used to getting what we want all the time that we find ourselves in unimaginable situations. But you'll be pleasantly surprised as to how capable we humans are to adapt to our surroundings. The more prepared we are for the inevitable, the more faster and easier is the transition! Strangers become friends, Greek becomes Marathi and hell becomes.... Well, no... even i'm not that optimistic! ;)

My question to you as i sign off for this week is how ready are we to welcome change in our lives? Why do we like to confine ourselves to the boundaries set by others, and sometimes unfortunately, by ourselves! Why do we like to underestimate our abilities? How are we so comfortable living a life that is not lived to the fullest?

Crashed into you by Chris Daughtry playing in my ears and somehow i'm able to relate these lyrics to my post. Maybe you can too...

Well, I was moving at the speed of sound
Head spinning, couldn't find my way around and 
Didn't know that I was going down 
Where I've been, well, it's all a blur 
What I was looking for, I'm not sure 
Too late and didn't see you coming! 

Serenade of My City - 1

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Shroud of black deceit.

Shroud of black deceit
Dark hazy recollection
Carry to my grave

This Haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for the week is 'SHROUD'.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Serenade of my city - 1

What happens when a heart full of dreams and ambitions is set free in this magical musical called life? Some come true, sweet melody follows, and then some are shattered, and you’re left behind picking up your lost notes. But that’s what makes life interesting really, don’t you think? The unpredictability, the fear of the unknown, kind of spices up the usual daily routine.

Read more in my weekly column - SERENADE OF MY CITY on

Every week I’ll attempt to capture the whole essence of this stage that most college graduates go through with their first job. I intend to observe and record my own reactions to various situations and also those of the people around me!

The confusion, the pandemonium, the adaption, the home-sickness, the adjustment and everything else under the sun! You may read it as a story, as an episode you might experience in future, or maybe you’ll find something that you can already relate to. We are all in the same boat after all.

 Be a part of my story. Share your experiences in the comments and let’s weave our own theory together! Cheers to new beginnings!

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Sunday, October 7, 2012

Live to die at home!


Dim sparks of last hope
Writhing soul pleads to be free
Live to die at home

Death is like soul changing clothes ? Why does it matter if it's at home or someplace else i wonder. I have seen a lot of people wishing they die in the familiarity of their home, they have lived forever in. Why and how does that give the satisfaction of leaving i muse!

This Haiku is written for THE MAG and the Haiku Heights.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Unseen, unheard pricks.

Her heart seeks solace
Quest for familiarity
Unseen, unheard pricks

Home is where your heart dwells. And heart is not accustomed to constant change. The pangs of unfamiliarity can prick like the sharpest needle. Yearning for deep conversations, a happy cuppa tea with someone sharing my frequency. Sigh!

This Haiku is written for the Haiku Heights. The prompt for the week is 'HOME'.