Its me and my world

It was mid October 2014 and I was travelling to Aarhus, a small sleepy city in Denmark from Kolkata for work. The international flight ended at Copenhagen where there was a lay over of 4 hours before I could catch a domestic flight to Aarhus.  After getting down from the aeroplane I felt hungry. I had my hand-bag, my camera bag and a trolley bag containing my office laptop as my hand luggage. The checked in baggage , thankfully was getting directly moved onto the next flight. Being a vegetarian means, first you need to scoop around the area to find the most suitable vegetarian options (Sometimes it means emphatically explaining to the shopkeeper “Egg is not vegetarian, Fish is not vegetarian!”) Finally I could zero in on the shop, queued up, bought food and the coffee and settled down for some relaxation. So I was sitting in the airport , enjoying a late afternoon lunch with coffee and having a video chat over my tab with my folks back at India ! . The airport seemed nice an

My longing for you is as old as the moon As free as the air As beautiful as the spring And as painful as the thirst of a dying man All that river wants to do is to gush and meet its source, the ocean All that I want to do , is to rush and be one with you The entire world tires me It is only your love that can soothe my tormented soul Oh why did you ever let me go ? Do you not long for me the same way as I long for you Do you not want to hold me the same way I want to hold you Do you not ever think of me the way I do  There could be a thousand reasons for YOU to be here I have ONLY ONE,  to be ONE WITH YOU 

What use! What use is the air, if it does not blow and bring comfort What use is the flower, if it does not spread fragrance and beauty What use is the sun, if it does not shine and bring life What use is the water, if it does not quench the thirst of many What use in the tree, if it does not give shade to the weary traveller What use is the leaf, if it does not behold promise of the coming spring What use is the cuckoo, if she does not bring music to others ears O Lord, what use are all my gifts , if they do not ease someone’s pain Do not wipe someone’s tears Do not bring smile to a barren face Or do not kindle beauty, love or radiance in someone’s soul ! O Lord what use are they !!!

The inner space and the outer space Various shades of clouds float in the sky  Adding colour and variety Some are black, some grey and some are white Each has its own tale to tell ! Much like the thoughts that float through our inner space Some are evil, some are confused and some are pure Each has its own tale to tell ! Some clouds may overcast , but only for a few hours BECAUSE when the SUN comes out shining, they melt in the dazzle of its light  Some thoughts may let us down, but only for a few hours BECAUSE when the SELF comes out shining, they melt in the dazzle of its light

I think mankind has always been enthralled with the idea of making the right impact through the right communication. If we search on google or youtube with the word “communication” we will get hundreds if not thousands of links and videos. As someone who has spent considerable number of years in corporate world in various leadership and managerial roles, I know exactly what does Communication mean to corporates. Right from day 1, I mean seriously , right from day 1 in the corporate world, I have been told in direct and indirect ways to be mindful in my communication - to be aware of how I talk , or write emails or present something before an audience. Communication trainings were of course numerous at various stages of my career in various forms.  Lets take another aspect or dimension of the society that we are living in right now. The society or the era of the information explosion !!! There is so much information that everyone is giving out, that it is literary an explo

As I was sitting against the setting sun The dimming warmth and the fading light My eyes closed Me reposing in my deepest self The world started vanishing The sounds died down until it was no more than the whisper of the creation All of a sudden, I could feel a presence A reassuring feeling Of that unmistakably unconditional love of yours As it covered me like I was covered in my mother’s womb As if you had come over to tell me again “I am with you always”

Let the pain rise up Let it pierce my senses  Let me drown in it Let it sear through my heart  My mind be coloured with it My intellect be softened with it My memory be cleansed with it And my ego be soaked in it Let my whole being be purified through this Like a candle burns in its altar before the Lord Let me burn with the pain  Even pain has a meaning, a purpose Its purpose is to be an offering to the Lord Let my pain fulfil its purpose !