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Tryst with the stars

कौन कहता है आसमां में सुराख नहीं हो सकता एक पत्थर तो तबियत से उछालो यारों ... Something that the universe has never denied me, is a sense of belonging. Time and again, I end up at places and with people that embrace me with acceptance. Some would say I’m fortunate and that this isn’t ubiquitous. I do not know what to think of that. The confines of this universe are infinite, it stretches far and wide into realms that aren’t even housed in the human imagination. This only makes me believe that - any ray of hope, message to the heavens, sigh of dissent or missed opportunity, can never soar so far as to escape the universe. I can not help but wonder if we as humans are just not sanguine enough? Are we looking in the right places? Are we hopeful enough? Obviously, like any other relationship, the universe too is stuck up on fidelity. Maybe, just maybe, if we tried being more honest with and in it, and had the nerve to wish enough, we’d be closer to feeling at home. ...
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From profits to perils

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"A lot can happen over coffee", they said. Turns out, they were right. Graphic credits: Keval Bavishi ( @mindepiction on Instagram) In the wake of the recent disappearance and death of Mr VG Siddhartha, coffee baron and the founder of Cafe Coffee Day, the veil has been lifted off the dark side of entrepreneurship. As someone who has frequented CCD like every other Bangalorean, and also as someone who hails from a family of entrepreneurs, this news struck me harder than I anticipated it to. The truth is he created a loved brand but behind this exterior of being a household name with a populous of joints everywhere, it was still an enterprise with its share of financial distress. When the news of his disappearance broke out, there were a variety of opinions that surfaced. There were some fellow entrepreneurs sympathizing with his dispirited mental state, while others wondered why he had to resort to such an extreme step given that his assets and clout ( he is...
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Pause

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On some days, I’m the silver lining on the cloud. On others, I’m the last straw. With each passing day, I pause. Like clockwork, to evaluate those flaws.   Time on the other hand, Is ricocheting off my fears. Did I fare well today? I assess the quotidian yesterday.   The questions plentiful, only multiplying with each pause. It was to be the little rift in the flute, but by and by, it made the music mute.   Wincing for being too little, Elusive when too much. Disquiet and brittle, Obsessed with being enough.     Cutting every shaded tree. Unable however to cut some slack. Forgotten, had I? All else aside, I had chosen to try.     Indolent to pick up the fragments, I chose to instead stare. To the young’un that prided, It was wholly rare. The arched back was at unease, It had done its bending. Disentomb was the call, Due courtesy, I was lending.   Gladly unlike t...
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The year that was. The verses that were.

I am listening to myself say it but it still has not sunk in. This year is coming to an end. Aside from the realisations, lessons and pitfalls that this year has been replete of, I did manage to read, watch, listen and converse a lot. What shall follow is a culmination and a collective of the best lines I came across this year. I did better jot them down before they tiptoe out of my head. So here goes, 1.  “ Life feels like Pac-Man sometimes, I guess. It's the same game all over again. Same board. Same ghosts. Sometimes, you get a bunch of cherries but eventually and inevitably, those ghosts catch up with you. ” -Randall Pearson from This is Us This line is from a show created by Dan Fogelman called This is Us. It is streaming on Hotstar and Amazon Prime currently. The premise of this show is of human bonds at the simplest. It started off by being an emotional rollercoaster but with time this show just blew me over and continues to do so. It beats the cacophony of mak...
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Won't rise from ashes!

That once I feared, now ongoingly embrace. The puffery around projection- So, Machiavellian you say; Scoffed when expressive, eulogised when modest, despised when coltish, and icy-glared when cogent. Questions populating, lesser sand slipping through my fist. To what must I conform, to what must I not? Janus embodied. Rather true to the terrestrial sphere than espouse innocent harm. Compassion myopic, empathy- a misguided virtue, tales of syntax- invincible… unending. The eye never leaves me. Never has, never will. When one day I wake up… awake. Don’t tell me how to do it. Don’t tell me who thought what. I’ll discern for myself, if I ought to or not. Quaint as they may be, shackles they truly are. Tried ripping them off my chest, albeit they left a scar. I conform to what I deem fit. For the icy glares never cared, joy nor sorrow shared. That once I feared, now ongoingly embrace. Won’t rise from ashes, for I’l...
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Rest in the mean

Have you ever taken a moment to pause?  - taken the time out to reflect on the nature of your response to stimuli?  Have you ever felt a change occur in real time? -  the drifts in every second, the tactile disconnections, the syntax of conversations, the unsaid exchanges and the engulfing gloom? If you have, you know that much like the land and sea, equations in your life dwell in a state of equilibrium only briefly. And if you haven’t, you’re one of those mares with leather blinds that refuse to offer any peek. Equations in life are quadratic Like River deltas What accumulates,  simultaneously  also dissipates Warm turns cold, only to revert  As much as it rains, it also drains. For with time- everything becomes manifold Inflates and dips but returns, always, to rest in the mean. Have you ever felt the need to laud this balance? – for it is the sheer beauty of this magnificent weapon in nature’s arsenal that has allowed for t...
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Attachment - (An amateur attempt at poetry)

Attachment                                                                           ---Vaishnavi Deepak They say sadness is repelling I do not resonate Sometimes its attachment It has its own way. It's like the song you play on loop For a day and two Sparser on three And never after that. How strange are you, You call yourself attachment You are in my favorite dish And that pretty dress in pink. You are everything that made me smile Bawl and crawl into mirth I do wonder why this fondness caved For all that was enticing, is now not. Our first encounter the obsession that ...
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Infinite and Finite:

Infinite and Finite: On Friday, the 13 th (pun unintended) of September 2017, I had the privilege of listening to Dr. Devdutt Pattanaik as a part of our University’s prestigious lectures series. A question-answer session was set up, the main theme of which revolved around, ‘How mythology can enhance one’s knowledge’. For those who have not heard of him, he is a doctor turned mythologist who has penned over 40 books and presents two shows on prime-time television. He has an extensive knowledge of most scriptures and epics, which he uses to convey basic principles of life to layman. He can throw light on various concepts of management, leadership, finance, and humanities using simple anecdotes that come from India’s vast pool of mythological treasures. He is the author of the bestsellers, ‘My Gita’, ‘Jaya’ and ‘Business sutra’. Before I begin stating the inferences I made and information that I picked up at the lecture, I would like for you to know a few things about me so y...
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