Inspiration
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The Name that Wasn’t
No voice, no noise.No reflection of oneself.No definition; none for assumption.I am not myself. Now here, now there.I pity myself.Now this, now that.I am not myself. Neither today nor tomorrow.I can’t portray the inner self.One’s thoughts, another’s actions.I am not myself. Neither from the rainNor from the draught.From where do I thenGlean myself? I am Continue reading
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The Call of the Pen
Pen down, digress not For you must scribe much more Than what’s beyond fantasy Write what’s fathomable in only a lore. Continue reading
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Flipside
Time that once was clueless, Brought me down on my knees Time, the all mighty, now Tells my brave tales, too. Continue reading
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Vignettes of Writing
Writing requires you to dig out the priceless wisdom of doing and redoing the same stories as if your mind were a bottomless mine of never-ending thoughts. Continue reading
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A Tug of War with Life
Of the two Things to choose— Between Love and Hate— I’d neither love to hate nor hate to love. Of the two Days that lay— Between birth and death— I’d learn to live the present. Of the two States to choose— Between doing and done— I’d choose to continue to walk. Of the two Thoughts Continue reading
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Movie in Review: Uri, The Surgical Strike
Movies come and go, but only a few can mark their presence on the movie-goer’s timeline. Uri: The Surgical Strike marks its presence in the same way. The movie strikes the right message at the right time, and with surgical precision—for the pun’s sake. The patriot within me wants to rate it a complete 5 Continue reading
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Contribution to STC India Annual Conference 2018
I transform complex technical information into some simple, usable chunks of actionable items. I help people do wonderful things. Continue reading
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Harvest
When the scorching gusts of heat Fade the tears in your eye, Recite the songs of the Spring, Believe that seasons change, ask not why. When circumstances are bleak, Your bivouac is left far behind, Choose what you must— That let me not remind. When without the trails Should You journey barefoot, Seek sojourns within… Continue reading
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Nothing but Hope
In the turbulent tides of time, The ebb and flow of the fortune, that is, What holds me in place is Nothing but hope. In the pitch-black nights, The darkness of misdirection, that is, What serves me right is Nothing but hope. In that corner of my heart, where Words weigh more than memories, that… Continue reading
The Wordsmith 