What You Don’t Know
What you dont know Is today I hit a new low. Behind the happy face is a bad day, So think a lot before anything you say. What you don't know, Is that my pain I don't want to show. I don't want to discuss it for a change, Is it strange ? What you don't know, Is it is...
Stranger Than Fiction : Life
Life has twists and turns, It has chases and runs. Fiction makes twist an attraction But life is stranger than fiction. Life 's full of surprises, It comes in disguise and in all sizes. Fiction makes surprise an action. But life is stranger than fiction. Life has no...
The Stationery Shop
As a kid I was possessive about my stationery and books. I took great efforts in choosing a pen and a right pouch for housing all my stationery. My brother wasn't keen about pens while I was extremely choosy and possessive about it. I have tried every pen and pencil...
Alone But Not Lonely
I yearned for friends always, But many parted ways. The numbers mattered I thought, Pain and disappointment it brought. My mind had fed me a strong potion that being alone meant lonely. I lived in denial for many years, With agony and in tears. I was fifteen and I was...
Book Review: An Expert’s Guide To Top 101 Entry-Level Jobs For MBAs and Graduates
Author: T.Muralidharan Genre: Non-Fiction Publication: Rupa Publications ISBN:978-81-291-3716-6 Pages: 360 Price: Rs 295/- About the Author: T.Muralidharan is one of India's top recruiters and career columnists. A graduate of IIT Chennai and IIM, Ahemadabad he is an...
Heart
I know not what the heart wants, The taunts and visits to fancy restaurants, or peace , satisfaction and a thin pocket? question is like a plug without socket. What must have gone wrong? Sometimes I think of it for long. It is like the repetitive lyrics in a...
Soul Sisters
We are ages apart, that knows not our heart. She is my much required dose, I still don't remember when we got close. Words and emotions just flow, in the murmurs of joy and woe. A connect that our souls understood before us, which we accept without a fuss. That's why...
I am Loud. So what?
My mother speaks loudly. She is talkative and voice very powerful . My father on the other hand modulates his voice based on the situation. His voice is well balanced I must say. Low when on phone and high when he is angry. My mother always wanted my brother and me...
And One Sunday Richa Happened!
Chennai was my home for eight months. Life was monotonous back then. Home to work and then back again. The occasional visit to the mall for a movie or shopping and cousins day out kept me going. My blog kept me sane while, all I wanted was to break down, cry and...
Blame Game No More
My sibling and I were always a victim of dad's transfers. I was the bright and hard working one, I would sail through within a few months. But my little brother he couldn't blend in quickly and just when he would be adjusting well , dad would get transferred again. I...
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