Silly-Adaptability

It is my last day at work and I can feel all the mixed emotions surfacing and hitting me slowly, one by one. Though I have only spent a month here, I feel a part of it already. And this is why my title reads 'Silly-Adaptability'.

Sezel Lalwani

You are like water
molding yourself into
whatever you are poured into,
you fill in perfectly and flawlessly
as though you were made for it.
But like water,

Surprise Surprise!

I was sitting in my office, at my desk quietly doing my work. Just like everyone around me I was glued to my laptop screen except that I was the only one sending emails to Builders and Developers regarding a special issue on real estate in a popular magazine. "It has to be crisp and concise", I repeated in my head, courtesy to all my English teachers who had drilled it in so well.  After all it is my job to bring in business. I sit with the animation team in their studio. So while they are all deeply engrossed in getting 'lines to life', I do research on all the famous Builders and Developers to get their contact details and the name of their MD.

What goes a-round comes around...

It's a long time since I wrote anything. Maybe it's lack of interest, or laziness but I somehow have managed to stay away from it for a long time now. I remember talking to a friend a few days back about it and it's his response that has got me back on track. He got me to start thinking again. Isn't it strange how sometimes we lose touch with something that is very special and important to us? When my friend asked me as to why I had stopped writing, I could sense his concern. His question triggered off the same question in me, why had I stopped writing? What was it that was missing in me? 

Memory

I may not be around you now,

But I am always with you;

in your wishes and prayers and memories.

In moments you have lived so far,

and moments you will live.

Nitish Bhagath...

I know for the very fact that the moment you(Nitish) see post you are going to freak out!! (Panic attack panic attack!). But Ah! chill now! It's ok! It's not really about you. Just a dedication!

Just Reflecting...

Have you ever sat down on a silent night(not necessarily night but usually such thinking happens only then) and pondered whether who you are is really who you are? Or are the people who you think really love you or you really love actually know you? Here I am not just referring to the person you portray to be, but the one who is there within you, about whose existence may know or may not know.