Mindspeak

#firdayword #blind A guy complained to Swami Vivekananda, "I lost my eye" "The one without a vision is more blind than you," came the reply These words of wisdom has an indepth relevance In this modern world, there exist people blinded by poor guidance Every leader represents the thought of the group He becomes the mind, hands, legs and eyes of the troop Proper guidance and selfless teamwork create wonders A poor leader leads to lower morale with lots of blunders A lion leading a pack of dogs is more powerful For a dog leading a team of lions would still be doubtful Helen Keller revolutionised everyone's thought process She proved people without eyes no less Today, the association for blind backs them and  takes a strong stand For they have mentally won all the problems on hand If one person can revolutionise an entire regiment  How can a pair of eyes hamper their growth and development? A blind is not a person who cannot just see  A blind is that person who has

 Mistakes happen quite regularly in our daily lives The reaction can be either punishment or forgive Punishment is negative for bitterness it leaves Forgiveness enforces positivity, forces to believe The number of times a mistake can be forgiven matters Being good always leads to negative platters The individual and organizational goal shatters Within no time, the relationship and trust scatters A mistake for one may fall on others’ ear deaf The moment he realizes this, he defends himself Acceptance of a mistake strengthens oneself Not so easy to be humble to ask to excuse thyself An interesting fact is a close observation invites more mistake Even a perfectionist commits mistake at the precise take Experience jumps in many times, avoids the expected break Maximum efforts are taken to minimize the loss at stake To err is human, goes the common saying Every human errs, especially while working The important question is, how many times is he repeating? A mistake rectified, actually helps

Their cousins caused a lot of atrocities upon them Even their small kingdom turned into mayhem The best part was each brother was a true gem They knew the perfect time for revenge had come The Pandavas prepared for the war mentally and physically As the problems with Kauravas were not solvable amicably They had analysed the problems and solutions critically The rivalry between the cousins flared up politically With enough support gathered from outside for the war Arjun led the Pandavas to the battlefield with courage and flair At the dawn of the battle-day, there was a situation of mind scare He requested his charioteer to move closer as he was standing far The moment he reached the middle of the battlefield There was an emotional eruption which he could not shield He fell down on his knees as he felt lost to feelings sealed He surrendered to his friend, Krishna who had just wheeled The next few hours were pure bliss for the ears The flow of words was targeted to neutralise the fears T

The human thought of being the best, Rides on arrogance, until put to test, He feels his creations are safest to rest, for he never compared them with nature’s nest.   Nests are not what one imagines tree-hanging, They are bird’s temporary places for camping, Mostly created on trees, nests are amazing, Sometimes on the ground, others are cliff-hanging.   The nests of the Montezuma are like low hanging fruit, found on the lands of the Caribbean, conditions their suit. Contrary to thoughts, Malleflows create nests very cute, laying eggs in the ground, the young ones find their route.   A saguaro cactus can be the most uncomfortable place, But, within that, the Ferruginous Pygmy owl  finds its space. The Sociable Weaver of southern Africa wins the nest race, Its huge communal nests are free for all after breeding days.   The bird-nest soup created by the saliva of E dible-nest Swiftlet, This soup is known to adventurous diners, I bet. The Bow

Every time I visited my friend’s place I found a new person in that space When I enquired about the new face “My Uncle” would be the reply with grace   I found it funny and asked him once The number of uncles you have is suspense? My bigger worry, do you also incur their expense? The answer would be a smile in defence   Sometimes, he would explain in words few The village was remote, where he grew The villagers believed to have a roof they knew At a metropolitan city, a place new   The purpose of their visit would vary Some came searching a job of dreams they carry A few rare ones came to the city to marry A few came to get rid of their diseases scary   The purposes though different were treated at par Every day the ‘guests’ would go places, near or far Managing their food and routine was a tough affair With limited means, the family raised the helping-bar     I was dumb-stuck observing this pattern regularly The true meaning of cha

  Being a child, My silly mischiefs, Would stop instantly, With your mere mention, I froze! Being a student, My horrible scorecards, Needed your signature, With your mere glance, I froze! Being a teenager, I wanted to be a king, The clashing of our ideas, Would extend to your scolding, I froze! Being a man, I chose entrepreneurship, You supported the same, Won my heart by counselling, I froze! Your ideas of life, Impacted me a lot, Today, I live what you taught, For I found those practical, Values froze! Reaching mid-forties, When I sat beside you, After talking for a few moments, You chose to be silent forever, I froze! You lived a life king size Your values have a legacy, Watching you in a freezer, Lying calmly with a smile, I froze! Author's Note - Thank you #dywt for giving me a chance to pen down my emotions. This one is for you Appa

The time you lose a near one You realise the sudden vacuum Blank within and outside you 'cry' missing your dear one As the sad news spreads Friends and relatives pour in You realise nothing around Calls and messages you receive Every person provides a shoulder A few people share words of wisdom Some shower love silently while Others provide strength by presence When friends, relatives arrive The 'cry' now seeks their shoulder  The grief you share on arrival Depends on the depth of the relationship The more you connect to a person the more anguish you express Their response you bother least Deep within, a relief you feel Many realisations at that time The importance of being good to all Serving everyone without expectation May reduce the pain of regret later The pain of losing a close relative very difficult to digest at that time the more helping hands you have  the easier you tide over the loss

 A street can be famous for so many reasons, Some are famous even for flooding during the rainy season, Some unfortunate ones are left unattended without completion, Some streets are packed with people creating confusion.   Some streets are named after famous personalities, Some streets are unknown within smaller localities, Many streets are famous for food outlets without legalities, People enjoy eating at such joints without formalities.   “Khau Galli” is the name of such streets famous for food, Spread across Mumbai, the food here tastes very good, People rush to such places frequently to refresh their mood, When unable to visit the place, they generally brood.   This is a favourite destination of a foodie without a doubt, The economy is the prime reason for him to hangout, The aroma, the delicacies, the taste is what it is all about, The variety available also invites him to try out.   Usually located near colleges, offices and railway stations

It always starts as a small lie, encouraged by its success, the child always gives another try, making a habit to clear every mess. Surprisingly at that moment in life, the lie seems to be the right path, to come of situations without strife, and save oneself from severe wrath. Treading along, many people found, giving thumbs up and a broad smile, the child feels relieved with many around, believing this is a jackpot, at least for this while. Unknowingly he sharpens this skill, using lie frequently, setting himself free, enjoying life, shrugging responsibility at will, he digs his own grave while trying to flee. In the process, the child wins the smaller battle, but ends up losing the big war. The small problem grows big unable to tackle, injuries convert into wounds leaving a scar. It is always better to follow the path of honesty, for truth never needs to be remembered. The stress of today’s man is due to his dishonesty, many lie stored in the mind, keeping it clustered.

 “Mamaji, mamaji, it is not there,…” huffing and puffing said Satish. “Check carefully, it must be beneath some of the other bags,” Samir replied. “I have checked the entire room thrice, but not able to find it, I’m worried,” emphasizing his problem, explained Satish. “Wait, let us check the room,” confirmed Samir. ---xx--- The entire Mishra family was jubilant. The prince of the family, Satish, had agreed to a marriage proposal after many years of refusal. After completing M. Tech, Satish had flown to the United States and his lifestyle changed dramatically. Having settled there for over five years, he detested the traditions and customs back home. To ensure his parents led a luxurious and contended life, he purchased a flat in posh society in the city which was roughly 40kms away from his village. His respect for his parents was unmatchable, but there was a constant tiff between him and family members on the issue of marriage.   They wanted him to get “settled down in

As the mention of 'Zero'  reflected on my mind, The instant reference with no competition of any kind, Was the Don who left a  cricketing legacy behind, Undoubtedly, a batsman like him, the game is yet to find. Sir Donald George Bradman was an ultimate showman, The entire cricketing fraternity knew him to be a hitman, His bat did most of his talking on the ground as the match began A few of his batting records are tough to beat by any living man He served the cricketing fraternity even after retirement Served as a Cricketing Administrator as per requirement He enjoyed 'being in the game', a competitive environment He gave Australian cricket, the needed enlightenment That day of Oval, when fans expected one more of his tons He too knew, he needed only 4 runs to maintain a test average of 100 runs The second ball 'duck' was disbelief, silenced all the roaring guns That 'Zero' proved, "Every game is a leveller, even for chosen ones"

  “He has consumed it even today,” informed Lakhan. “I’m surprised, how does he manage this?” an annoyed Dr Prakash yelled. “We were alert sir, the usual abnormality showed up,” “Yes, yes, I understand. It’s been over a month now, let me think something different,” assured the doctor. Sheth Rupayamal was born with a silver spoon. Born in a royal family, he got more than what he demanded. Such pampering made him lazy, irresponsible and lethargic. He never found anything interesting and motivating in real life. He even dropped out of school even before completing basic education. To add to his woes, he found some bad company to pass time. His so-called friends made him consume different things to get into a trance. What started with a smoke went to a weed and then he started consuming the dreaded GHB also known as ‘liquid ecstasy. He was now addicted to this colourless, odourless liquid-killer for the past few years. He wasted the family money without caring for anyone. His s

 “Dear students, tell me who was the first revolutionary in the history of Indian Independence?” asked Surbhi, the teacher of VII grade. “Bhagat Singh madam,” came the instant answer “No,” she politely replied. “Subash Chandra Bose?” another student asked her back “No” “Chandrashekhar Azad,” one more reply “Though your replies are all correct, you all need to dig deeper into this subject,” she encouraged. “Mangal Pandey,” one boy screamed. “Wow, this was 1857, but then his heroics had some precedence as well.” “Dear students, the names you all called out were lucky ones, they found a mention in our history books. There are many more unsung heroes who laid their lives down for our Motherland; their sacrifices either went unnoticed or unmentioned. A few local villagers of those times knew about the ultimate sacrifices. With the passage of time, even such stories get buried. The first act of revolution, much before 1857 had happened in 1784-85. This act was recognized and credit is rightl

 For drivers who drive like a speed gun Those who love to race under this sun A speed-breaker destroys all the fun The sudden ‘screech’ hurts everyone   Our city does not have such speed-breakers The roads themselves are the biggest shakers The driver and travellers are Quakers Cheaters are those road makers   A ride through the city is an uninvited massage The man at the hospital and vehicle at the garage A huge cost paid due to the regular sabotage Memories of owner car framed as a collage   Being in the 75 th year of Indian independence We, unfortunately, believe in the system of dependence The time is ripe for transforming to transcendence Let us all unite in this fight for ascendance  

Poetrystyle - Alphamber -Alphabets based, number increasing each line - Introduced by Dr. Vishu A  Black Friday Costs dear lives Devastated the Mumbai city Etched pains in the heart Felling anger, desperation in the mind Games played from across the nation’s boundaries Helpless, poor people facing the wrath of revenge Immature Jaundiced mind Kept in dark Labeling their sacrifice supreme Mind fed with poisonous thoughts Narrating heart-wrenching stories on community people Objectively planting hatred in the mind, heart Pained with tortures, a normal guy becomes terrorist Quoting, Religion and Sacred books regularly The innocent get trapped Unaware of mala fide intentions Visibly driven blindfolded by some culprits Wade through the roads laden with thorns Xing within minds, confused, undecided, during this mission Youth Zapped lifetime.

 A young rich lady, Ms Mona, Enjoyed her life to the core Never bothered about worries, As she got more than she asked.   Attending kitty parties frequently She had a wonderful gang of friends Eating, gossiping, their days moved She was living extravagantly.   One day, she felt dizzy and fell down Worried, the friends took her to a nearby hospital To the astonishment of everyone She was diagnosed with a rare disease   “You will survive for a few days from now” pronounced the doctor worriedly. “No, I am unfinished with my living,” a sobbing Mona claimed.   “Only God can help you,” The doctor said in his normal tone and went. Mona’s life had a U-turn completely, She spent hours praying to God rigorously.     Such was her dedication and penance, God appeared and granted her a wish. “I want to be cured of this disease now” said Ms Mona instantly without mincing words.   “Tathasthu” blessed God and vanished. Overjoyed, Ms Mona wa