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Hi Friends, It is after a long sabbatical, I am back on this space to share some thoughts with you. I know my Hamsa second chapter is yet to be published. A lot of work is going on and Hamsa is becoming into a great work. Meanwhile, I thought I will share some new writing and this time tried my hands on poetry. Hope you guys will enjoy similarly in the manner you've appreciated my previous writings. As always, will be happy to receive your thoughts on this too ☺ The Last Love Letter For many mornings and many moons I thought you were one of my boons I moved the horizons to cuddle you in my arm Thought you would snuggle me with your charm I believed our moments are going to be the melodious canary Damn! I am always alone and never had you in my love story I considered, I fought the world for you every tooth and nail Alas! All I see is the restless mind that says it is a massive fail Every m...

Hello readers! Been really really long time I posted something here. I wasn’t draining out of ideas to write, but wanted to share something that is actually exciting. Actually, I been doing something that is absolutely exciting, at least to me! So without further delays I am posting my first episode of the writing. Few days ago, I was spending a large amount of quiet time thinking about a plot line and was thrilled with the overall idea. The idea, the concept, the setting of the plot and the development of the plot, everything was the effort of my wife and mine (Thank God! For blessing us with some writing abilities). So while working on this idea, I was wondering if I could share this as a Blog Episodes or rather Blogisodes . Does this word even exist? If not let me coin it! Your feedback will give us and also HAMSA an extremely enthusiastic motivation to unfold the story further. Please do not hesitate to express your thoughts. Note: The plot, the setting, the developme...

This probably is the quickest time ever, I’ve come back to this blog with a new post. I really love commuting the long distance to work every day.  Are you thinking I commute in a chopper every day to work? Nah! Neither I own a business to afford one nor have any fortunes behind. In fact, it is not for any random Joe and I am no different. Despite the stressful traffic, I enjoy it primarily for reading the advertisement hoardings/billboards during my commute. They are crisp, direct and engaging besides being creative and innovative. So, no reason for me to ignore it and I find it more interesting than IPL.  The other day, I came across two billboards almost overlapped on each other. One is about a branded spectacle frames and lenses boasting their best range of products with super discounts. The immediately overlapping board was about Lasik Surgery. For a second I was taken aback that both these are right next to each other. I slowed down to reconfirm and...

A little over a year it has been I spent some time on this blog. Not that I was exhausted with thoughts and ideas to share, but honestly, couldn’t come across anything that is brilliant to share, at least that could meet my satisfaction scores. Of late, I discovered some interesting point about paying my EMIs . So many times I thought for more how many years I would be paying for someone whom I do not at all. But over the years, I think discovered a new dimension to it. The process of working, earning and saving a bit for spending on holidays or something else reminds me of a card game, where the pack of cards changes its sequence after each round of game. Finally, how you plan and visualize the game differs completely from the way it ends. In the same way, the priorities have changed its sequence each time making me realize of something else that becomes more important at that point of time. Many times I deferred buying something for myself or spend an evening in the club ...

Interestingly, this time, it wasn’t the lack of zing thing to write or busy working. There were so many thoughts and flickering ideas buzzing my mind for too long time. Honestly, I was in a little dilemma to write on the precise thought. Too long time, isn’t it? Huh! Anyway, let me not scribble down exclamations any further. Of late, I am being reminded on the good ol’ days I’ve had in my life. Too often! May be it is a heads up for realigning things around my life. Yes friends, the good ol’ days were not just about gulping few drinks and hopping around places with besties, rather it was all about sharing few good laughs, making few stirring memories. Now, when I track back all those, it is upsetting to know that they are all broken boulevards. Friendly interactions have been replaced with business appointments, free spirited conversations have now become planned agenda discussions, and what more, and walking into your friends’ house without any prior notice is almost a pass...

The love for the old jeans is the best thing one can never miss in their life. Yes friends, every almirah will have a purani Jeans (old Jeans) albeit some may be of no good fit anymore. Damn the Mayonnaise and Cheese burst junk that we end up binging on. Especially, if you are Hyderabadi the culprit for killing the happiness of wearing your old Jeans is the yummy Biryani. Kya Karen yaaron… Yeh biryani… mashallah… duniya ki aakhri cheez hai. Truly, it brings back so many memories in our lives. Well did I say memories? My day usually begins with a late wake up and sprint around the house to finish my chores and frisk like a cop for picking up my stuff.   During this entire frisk, I often put my fingers on my old jeans only with a hope that someday or other, I will regain my shape and come back into those old pair of jeans. Well, to be honest over the years I think I must have grown up like an amoeba. Hate my lifestyle and my food habits.   Every time I lo...

With the charging excitement and burning asphalt, here I am on the road again. And this time the road trip did all the magic it was supposed to. This short getaway also seemed to be the sequel to my recently done Goa trip. Hmm… did I mention Goa? Let me talk about it in my next article. The quick trip to Basara was keenly looked forward because it was a family outing after really long time. And guys, it was actually really long time. The destination is quite a famous pilgrimage as Goddess Saraswati abodes there.   My son’s Aksharabhyasam was planned there and somehow, I made up my mind that it has to be done in that village. Not that I am religious or something, but my only intention was that we all as a family would be able to spend together in a new milieu. Now I hope many of you may be finding some difficulty to read the word referring to the ritual. Let me make things easy for you. It is a customary indicating the child is now ready to obtain formal education. “Welc...