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#ManagementGyan : Fighting With Pigs

"Lord Bernard Shaw, how much I love you"!
I know it has been quite some time but I am back with my #ManagementGyan of the Day! It is called- Fighting with Pigs.
Err I mean you should not get in a fight with pig/s. I will tell you why. Before that take a deep breath, release and read on.

Fighting with Pigs
Do not get in fights with pigs. Why?
1) They have no business/productivity.

2) They love throwing mud/poop/dirt on self and others
3) Mud Slinging comforts their inferiority complex
4) Lack competency to prove a point via merit
5) Waste of precious productive time
6) Pigs are not loyal or Royals
7) It aims to be Destructive & not Constructive

What should you do when a pig deliberately drags you in a fight?
Firstly, do not react but calmly respond. If that does not help and you see the pig[s] continued machination towards mud slinging, drop the pig there in its own shit and move on. Remember, if you have worked towards achieving your goal meticulously and sincerely, you cannot let a pig ruin it for you. Let them try. For pigs will always try to induce you in mud slinging. After all, that is all they know - eating shit and giving the shit. They are the losers who instead of taking their failure as learning opportunity and work with tenacity to succeed, indulge in pulling others down. Take a "me" moment, interrogate yourself. If you are at equal faults, respond calmly towards a resolution. If you are not and it is clear that the pig is more of type 3 [bullets above], do not bother to react. You see, not all mud baths are therapeutic :)

There is a thing about achievers. They do not pull down others to go up. They rather work harder & set new records. Remember success through merit is the biggest revenge.

So, next time, when a pig or herd of pigs invite/entice/bully you for a mud slinging, simply smile and ignore. Remember that big, constructive goal that you may want to achieve. Pull your focus towards that and work to hone your skills.

Let the pigs be. Instead, adopt a dog or a goldfish or a bird that is a joy to see, and a joy to be with!
#KarmaIsABitch so sharpen your tooth accordingly :)

Breakfast Time!

Bring a little dew, 
A dash of green meadow 
And a kiss of the pearly sunshine.

Lay a spread
Chocolates, oranges and
Rum bread
Bon appetite and dine.

Shun the heat
take a retreat
to mountains with snow

Let's get the brunch outdoor 
Man, it is a #chowtime!

I have written this poem for the picture that I, myself clicked above. Posted the same on my Instagram as well. Do check my Instagram page and follow me!
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Celebrate Cricket, celebrate IPL with VIVO limited edition V5 plus

My friend Jia is an absolute cricket freak. She lives and breathes cricket like no other. Her favourite series is IPL. She is so hooked on it that she misses no match, no update ever since IPL began 10 years back.

10 years back? Oh My God, such a long time. No wonder, she is so excited about this IPL season that she dropped all other plans and is completely hooked to her TV screen. It is not just the match but also the ad breaks between the matches that keep her excited. IPL is indeed thriving but also hindering her daily life. She has become a couch potato and glued to her TV.

Did someone not told her that she can stream cricket on her as well? Live!

Well, I did. Only to found her now completely glued to her mobile screen. She is completely hooked to her new handset and now I wonder why. Earlier this day, I got to see her phone- a matt black beauty with 5-inch screen. What’s so special about it, I ask.

This, she said while showing the back of her phone that is engraved with an IPLVIVO emblem. Apparently is a special edition phone that she has recently gifted her cricket-loving self. Oh! it was a beauty to hold. Not just that, the phone camera features made me go weak on my knees and want one for self. The phone has a 16 MP rear camera and all you selfie crazy people, hold your horses, a 20MP dual front camera. The Vlogger in me just jumped with joy. I have shot a couple of videos with VIVO camera in February and really liked the flawless camera and its beauty feature.

I could not help but asked her which phone that is. She gladly told me that it is the newly launched VIVO V5 Limited edition phone. It is a special launch by VIVO to commemorate the 10 years of IPL.

The phone features involve 4GB RAM with 64 GB Roam. The photo fanatic blogger in me was curious to know more. Apparently, it has a QUALCOMM Snapdragon 625 Octa-core CPU and 3055 mAh battery.

VIVO is one of the fastest growing companies in India and one of top 10 smartphone brands in the world. No wonder, it caught and clean bowled Jia’s heart, who could not resist the temptation to go ahead order it from Flipkart.

Right now Jia is living her IPL fangirl moment and enjoying watching cricket/ replay etc on her Vivo V5. How about you?


Of National Award, Akshay Kumar & Other Deserving Actors

National Award is the new Filmfare

I, like half of the nation, laughed on it Misconstruing it as an April Fools' Joke. It was not an April Fool Joke but actually making an April Fool of National awards.

Now before you list me as a Non-Akshay Kumar fan or some fancy hater words, let me tell you, I like the actor a lot. But Rustom? 

The jury apparently was great, cheerful [read prank] mood that before you could digest this news, another merit hits your ears like a sizzling lava- Sonam Kapoor winning the Best Actress National Award for Neerja. A film with such a sensitive topic, a strong storyline was already taken quite some notches low by Sonam Kapoor's "I am a Fashion Diva who Giggles and oomph Vogue" portrayal. No, I am not meaning to say that she is a bad actor or acted badly in the film but the role was a far cry for an honour like this.

Priyadarshan and the other jury members, you gave me a very Filmfare wali feeling where the awards and nominations as obvious as Bun-Maska in Mumbai. Besides, it wasn't a Friendship or Redemption Day, Mr Priyadarshan that you tried to offset Mr Kumar's contribution for acting in your senseless films like- Garam Masala.

Why I Don't See Rustom as an Award winning Performance by Akshay Kumar
I have seen Rustom, almost twice. In spite of my fondness for the actor, I beg to differ that although, he had a serious role in the film but not as meritorious as his previous performances like- Special 26 or Baby or even Gabbar. 

I do not know the real story of Rustom Pavri on whom this film was made. However, the film Rustom was Bollywood's usual "larger than life" heroic story where all that the actor had to do was to be Poker-faced and muggle serious dialogues and look strong [read heroic]. 

He indeed did well. However, there were many other better deserving contenders including Irrfan Khan in Madaari and Aamir Khan in Dangal.

Why Irrfan Khan deserved it For Madaari
A few days back, while I was travelling in Sikkim, I took a brief halt to freshen up and rush to my next destination. Madaari was playing on TV and I happened to glance a scene where Irrfan Khan was handling a bottle of water to a child in a Railway cabin. The movie and the performance were so gripping that I let go of all my plans and stay glued to the television until the end of the film. The film, the actors [including Jimmy Shergill] and their performances were so gripping, realistic and noteworthy.

Talking about the best actress award, it takes gut for a young, highly popular and sought after actress like Alia Bhatt to take the road less trodden, go de-glam and act her role in a film like Udta Punjab. and then there was a gem of a performance by Radhika Apte in Parched.

I was further amused when I read a statement of Priyadarshan alleging that why people are questioning him, when no one questioned Ramesh Sippy when Amitabh Bachchan got Best Actor for Piku.

Tsch, if only India could rise above Cliches, Monotony and Red Tapism.

Domestic Violence

His words squiggled in her memory
his abuses, could not let her sleep
She was ashamed of herself.
Nothing can treat him.

She was haunted by his actions
Harsh, Gloomy and Intense
laden with the physical threat.

"It is your fault" he told her.
He told her repeatedly.
she cried in desolation
even that did not console him.

Domestic Violence is not just
about the physical pain.
It can tear the most able-bodied,
in spirit, social and Mentally!

Violence is not a righteous behaviour. Do not let it enter your household, your thoughts, your life.


Domestic Violence is as prevalent in our society as prevalent is our tradition. It is an age-old tradition that our society does not want to impart away with. Why? I ask why? Why a man or a woman needs to overpower an argument or a conflict with violence? What gives us a right to consider the another person wrong and worthy enough to get abused? Why can't love, compassion or empathy be a tool to all our problems? Why a woman needs to be told that she is dependent on someone? Why a woman need to get dependant on someone, financially, physically or emotionally?

Stop the Abuse. 
cause it leaves the scars that never heals.


Written for Three Word Wednesday. Prompt words included- Intense, Haunt and Gloomy!

Scent Like A Woman

Picture: The New Perfume ~ John William Godward

To the woman I love,
You are like the rose
fragrancing the hands that touch it.

Mild, soft, clandestine
You are the love
that surrounds my aura.
A fragrance so chaste,
so pure, much pristine.

Like a whiff of bright dusk,
you musk my senses.
like fantasies I never had.
Ah! your Attar
incense my breath
like an ambrosian dream

I wear you
like the warm amber
or the luscious lavender dusted.
on my parched soul
you smell so divine!

Wrap me around you
like lilies on the vine
floating on misty water
surrendering to the sunshine.
Hold me in your hands
rubbing on your palm
like a prayer sent to the heaven.

Allow me to wrap,
and fold in your silhouette
like a trail on heart note
fruity, flirty, aromatic
sachet of bouquets

calm my ecstasy
embalm my senses
like myrrh of essential oil.
in the gist of my existence,
let your sillage last forever,
the silk of your skin
kissing, caressing, unfolding
the satin
every inch by inch.


What Inspired me to write this piece of poem-

With Real Toads [Perfume]

The Last Ferry

The prisoners of Caca Island

"Ah! I can see the land
and smell the fragrant soil.
seems we will back to home, soon."

Remarked the petite Bhuvan, pointing his fingers to the coast. Bhuvan was among the many other immigrant labours returning that day from the faraway Caca island. years back they have left their homeland to find a good livelihood to sustain their poor families at the famine-stricken part of India. 

Kaali Handi, as they called it in Orissa. It is 68+ years post Independence, yet the country was still struggling to find independence from poverty, hunger and many such social evils. Today was no different.

Bhuvan, along with other workers who went around the globe and Saudi Arab were returning back to the country today. The life looked rosy outside but the reality was nothing like it. They struggled not just for wages or food in that foreign land but they also struggled for their identity. They lived like rats in dirty, decaying human godowns and were tortured by their masters. They would work 20 hours a day, yet could manage a very meagre salary. 

He often wondered that when he is not differentiating the land that is giving him his sustenance, why would the citizens differentiate? He could never understand the point of difference or the rift. He worked there for thus long until one day he could not take any more. He was beaten black and blue at the work. Fault? Not worth mentioning. He went to the beach to drown his pain and cry his heart out. 

He heard the announcement of a ferry leaving the coast. It was the last ferry for his homeland. He wasted no breath and ran to board it. I will be home soon, he told himself. But whether it will be his home too? He asked himself. Unsure about the answer, he sailed.

"A human is not a trademark of a land
he is an inhabitant, a co-habitant.
The land is the deity,
mother nature that he worships
irrespective of the boundaries.

Brothers do not divide their parents,
you keep the ear portion,
the hand portion is mine.

So then why do we differentiate
Mother Earth?
for its Ember always smells divine".


Fashion the Soul

She was dressed in her bare essentials.
the asymmetrical layer of her body shape
peeping out, uninvited

she threw a hopeful glance
trying to gauge a glimpse
craving to be found
and loved.

all she gathered were unfriendly stare
try to scan her
upside down
judging her from the dress she wore
the label she flaunted
the faux style on display

Ah! such a pity
that she was dressed in a normal robe.
no flashy jewellery
no contouring, no strobe.

the frenzy pushed her aside the hall
to click pictures 
with fancy surround
and the celebs around.

This is the world we live in
real human are secondary
but the showcase is profound.

beauty is often found, in the smallest of details
start from eyes 
stop at the heart

your behaviour is your mirror,
mirror of your character
statement of your persona.
fashion it in right mound.

No jewellery can hide its flaw
no style can cover
the ugliness within.

It is your character that speaks
100 words, quite and loud!

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