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Aatishi

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Last evening I tapped Aatishi. Okay, she was sighing peacefully inside her silver shell, deep within the ocean, among the pearls and the gems. To hell with me. Why would I go around her? My silly instinct, my too harsh voice, my indignance had led her into distress. Oh no. The ocean was angry at me. I am a rock. I thought I could win with my arrogance. My bad attitude was all over me. I was fighting with Aatishi. How could I!? I did not want that. My ego was over me. I did not realize. She started to cry. The flurry was all over me. I was awakened out of my falsity. I felt shattered when I heard her cry. She later retracted into her shell. The ocean was concerned and my heart fell silent. I could hear no whales singing. The sun was at the horizon and it was all dark. Can you imagine? I tried to knock at her shell. I sang my prejudices away. I attenuated my pardons. She sang in soft sighs and fell asleep. I laid low. My thoughts were around her. The morning was okay. I requested her whe...
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Confusing Modernization

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In the Hindu religion, cows are revered. We pray to them for peace of mind, prosperity in life, and happiness. They have long been part of the traditional system. They were largely domesticated within Indian households. Our ancient economy was largely dependent on them. Having a cow at home was considered a source of strength. It would provide milk — one of the greatest vegetarian sources of nutritious food. It would also provide cow dung, which was used as fuel for the traditional chulha — the clay stove. Cow dung is also believed to have anti-bacterial properties, which were utilized for coating old mud houses. In fact, before any auspicious occasion, houses would often be coated with a layer of cow dung paste. Over time, cows became a source of several material benefits, and later became part of rituals and stories in the scriptures. Something that provides material benefit to humans — and in turn social stature — naturally sees its value increase. My interaction with cows has been ...
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The MBA Dilemma - Noise, Decisions and Finding your own

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The internet is filled with contents on why doing an MBA is irrelevant nowadays, or why opting for one would suit you in career betterment, or the talk on its ROI. Having have passed 8-10 years since my graduation in engineering, I was at the edge of seeking a formal education boost. Going back to the Master’s in Engineering, or passing the flag post to a management course was all the question that rang the bell in my ear. I abated, researched and slowly inclined to do a management degree. There is only one person on Earth who knows if it is the right time to start the hunt. Only you know your time commitments after work. Sometimes, you are not ready because you have unquenched thirst of the pending travel plans. Finish them and come back to this!  I scratched the available sources of opinions. More opinions had led to more repeated contents. There were always two sides. There was always the cost. There were always the cons. There were always over-smart super successful people...
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Corporate jiggle

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It’s the month end. During the school days, we would have waited for the final exams to end and the summer vacations to begins. A blackout of 3 months to follow, in which the child in the soul would cherish. As we dragged out of bed with half done sleep, we get ourselves stuck in the mid of a traffic. This commonality of reaching office in time remains with the school. The teachers are replaced by disciplining seniors. Different places, different experiences. They were also new-joinees someday.  It’s lunch time. We prefer to go out of the office premises and leave the building for a while. There is a solitude-adjusted place, that we have found - me and a colleague. It’s a tiny garden. There is green grass and there are few trees with a limited canopy. We depend on that limitedness and irrigate our corporate-caged soul. It isn’t that tough as it seems. Somedays are meant to feel more. We sit for a while. With a head-down over my arms, I would nap for 3-4 minutes. We leave with a lit...
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Shiva meets Kaali

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Shiva is agitated. He was being woken up from his deep meditative state. After years, he mated with the gorgeous looking Parvati. It was a cosmic resonance. The pleasure was immeasurable. It went for the whole night. They made tremendous love to eachother. Shiva has got seriously engulfed by his desire. He wants Parvati again. But there is no trace of her. She is not to be found. Caught with the dillemma of future penance and emotional upheaval, she has got into hiding. Shiva is wondering in the forests, skies & oceans and calling the name of his mate. All the animals in the jungle are scared. The ash soaked body of Shiva is lightening with the fire of longing. His linga is hard and wants to be rubbed. It wants to go inside parvati. It's the month of Monsoon. Chilled air is flowing above the Earth surface. Every now and then, tumultuous clouds gather dark in the sky and hold everything at a standstill. They roar and pour heavy. There is no limit. Shiva sees no boundary. He is w...
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A quiet saint

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These hills around are not devious. They neither hide. Its simplicity is as well not that easy to understand, is it? The temple is an open rock structure. It is perspired by sun glares, morning & regular afternoon. At night, dark befalls the sorrounding. Throughout the long day, sparse traffic to-and-fro keep hitting the road. Inside the periphery, there are trees of variety. Donning a white dhoti and a loose upperwear shawl, a quiet thin-looking gentleman could not be seen more calm. Time stands before him, in unrolled butterfly. He does not count his age. No belongings, but all that exists in thoughts and good faith, many wonder. As desireless he can be, he is not a keeper. A devotee, but of what god? Shree Hanuman sparks inside an open garbhagriha, holding a huge mountain in his hand. Some people call the person as baba, some just call him sadhuji. Few roadbikes stopped days ago and took several images of him. They had politely asked for permission. It's not a nuisance. It...
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Post 1 AM Kind

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The night was playing. It’s past 1 AM. It’s a weekend. The first ticks of Saturday had begun. A week has just passed. Several other such weeks had similarly passed. What remained the most awaited hours of the week? These few silent hours of the kind nights, if only one is not tired enough to actually meet them. But today, I had met them. The hours were before me. I had an unfinished book in my hand. I had been reading it ever since I had gulped the dinner down my throat. First, I hid beneath one of the staircases of the building and quietly went through twenty pages unblinkingly. That was the first meet with the long-gone friend — a self, this solitude around me, this beautiful book in my hand, and this quiet night.. The air had been calmer when I restarted again. The city is fast asleep. Yeah. What the hell with this city. How the hell I ended up here. These questions are so naughty. One rarely finds oneself observing the breath entering and leaving the lungs. Like many Indian cities,...
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