Stay Lit at Perspective

My current job profile provides me the scope of exploring many business methods, learning methods and analytical tools. Although my academics had seen long years of commercial application, I had not been accustomed to these tools and learning methods. It’s not so that I had learned any less in my school and college curriculum. Perhaps the academic degree that I got in school is the reason why I am learning these at my professional stage. I have recently come to this learning method called ‘chunking’. Google says that it is “a process by which small individual pieces of a set of information are bound together to create a meaningful whole later on in memory”. It is very useful in retaining information and also in connecting the dots between small pieces of information to find the bigger picture. This insight grew in me a different thoughtfulness. It showed me how my chunk of a small perspective towards my academic and professional learning affects my approach to my current standing of

  From the past few months I have been on a supplement of Amway ‘Nutrilite Mulitcarotene’. Although it is not prescribed by a medical physician to me, I had found that product fitting my need for vision and skin care. The pack suggest of a ‘three times with meal’. And the first time I read it, my mind asked before or after? Since doctors normally suggest for an after meal of most medicines, I have been taking that lately after meals, once a day. I kind of a forget it most of the times, but it is working just fine. My curiosity took me far and I thought what difference it has to take a medical supplement before or after meals. According to Google, “ To reduce side effects of stomach irritation, including indigestion, stomach inflammation or ulcers. ” I am convinced. The point of the argument is, we often think that some achievements or goals are being withheld by the almighty. We think that he is going against our wishes. The whirlpool of hardships is something that no of us are enterta

 Suppose a ten year old kiddo asks his father to buy him a toy car, and he gets that. It's done. It's met. There is no need to bring him another toy car until he has that working well and fine for him. Or if he sees an advertisement with a better car model and sacks his father for that. But let's say his need is met. He got the car, he is happy!  Now suppose that ten year old kiddo wants toys. Every kind of toy that is available in the market. There is no end to that. He will always be asking his father for more and more toys. After a toy car, he will ask for a remote control plane. Then he might ask for Hot wheels car set, he can also ask for more Power Rangers edition or Marvel's edition or a Ben ten collection. Rings nostalgic bells? Yes I am talking about an era that does not exist anymore. Kids these days are subway surfers and not Pirates of Caribbean. Maybe the Subway Surfers era has ended too. Technology is too fast, too fast to keep pace with. However. Anyways.

  Three years ago, at a college event, our HOD called me and my classmate to select the names of a few segments. It was for bidding goodbye to our seniors then. To have the fun heightened up, Sir suggested of including a segment where the senior class boys will be asked to flaunt their physique (with clothes on, of course!). We laughed. So, sir asked what a quirky name for it can be. My classmate and I first thought of "Muscle Maniacs". Sir asked for something closer to the idea. So, I suggested " ang pradarshan".  Both of them had big wrinkles and wide disapproval all over their face. Sir repeated the word 'no' at least five to six times, followed by the phrase, "That sounds so sick and cheap". I murmured "It is what it is?" Sir went on going, "Something classier and aesthetic."  Now, come on the senior boys showing off their muscles didn't seem classy to me, rather more wild. They came up with something aesthetic  that had

 A Belief This time I am afraid. I didn't text you, Though I had- A parade of words too. Isn't your fault really. It is a consequence  When I failed to accept- The halts really. The last time, I had given more. Then what was asked for. And apparently: I was underestimated more- Than I could hope for. So fear stays, That you too may leave. Because every ending- Begins with a belief. 

  December put a pat on my back. A long quiet hug, And a warm rug. So, I laid down the year's stress. Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  December rubbed its palm on my back Telling me how proud it is- I've turned bigger stones Without turning my back. So, I laid down my head And a story, Everyone has heard, Everyone has said, Hold the button- And press, Refresh.  But do quiet winters too, Smoke beginnings new?  December sat by my side. No conversations, only silence. It knows everything And I've nothing to hide It knows what had happened It knows how I had felt: Kicked below the belt. So, December put a pat on my back.  A warm cup of coffee For the mile in front of me. Asking me,  "Are you not enough smart? Hold the button..." And I pressed, Restart.