Mindspeak

  The Desert Storm The day 22 nd April, 1998, the fans expected a strong reaction Against the Aussies, the Indian batting failed in action But, one man stood between the Aussies and their win He took the onus on self, became the center of attraction   He faced with grit, the pace bowling as well their attack of spin Losing partners at other end, he did not let negativity set in The Master blaster ensured the Indian team reached the final An innings which earned him the title ‘Desert Storm’ akin   Not only did he contribute for Indian team’s survival He played a scintillating innings in finals against the same rival The team won the title; he was applauded for his cricketing brain His innings showcased the mighty Aussies as trivial   Was it a match between one v/s eleven was difficult to explain? Though the team fought, it was a single man controlling the chain The mighty Aussies agreed, even the dust storm failed to contain That day, the true batt

Arjun was born with a silver spoon. He had all the luxuries one could ever imagine since childhood. He was the 3rdchild of the family with 2 elder brothers and 2 younger brothers. The five brothers formed a strong army amongst themselves and the entire neighbourhood feared them the most. Each brother had his specialization. Arjun specialized in the field of Information Technology, he was a tech wizard. While others just operated high-end mobiles, Arjun would learn the insights of the configuration of the mobiles, he would find out the grey areas in the upcoming technology and used basic handset for his requirements. He knew that every high-end mobile was susceptible to hacking. He trained himself to be an ethical hacker. He spent hours specializing in his art of hacking. He was regularly called by the Cyber-crime police to solve high profile cases. The only weakness Arjun had was his madness for the online games. He would lose money on online bets initially but to make good the loss, h

Thank you Vilas Shete sir for teaching me the ABC of Accountancy.... This Friday prompt was #reflection at #Didyouwritetoday forum.... This poem is dedicated to you Shete sir  It was two decades ago, I still vaguely remember When I took the stage as a young vibrant and excited teacher Teaching a practical question stating an accounting concept  I went into trance explaining the deep logic and theory When suddenly there was a murmur among the students  Brought me back to senses and my curious mind wanted to know why? Fearing rejection, I asked a few of them the reasons for their murmur To my surprise, they replied, "You are a reflection of your teacher" My heart swelled with pride as it was my moment of glory I could not hold back my tears, nor could I express my emotions directly That day  I reflected the man whom I idolised all my life  Unknowingly I even picked up his manners, lines, and style Years passed, I moved ahead sharing the baton of love for accountancy In the mean

  The year 2075 “Reservoir” as he was fondly called, Guru Debendranath was an exemplary model reflecting bundle of energy. His face radiated the energy within and all his disciples were just in awe of his mere sight. The “Guru” had an aura of attracting disciplines with every sermon and the list scaled with each passing day. The national headlines had always a positive snippet to share on his charisma. Hailing from rural Bengal, Guru had settled down on the outskirts of Nashik in Maharashtra. Everyday several activities of social relevance were carried out by the disciples and the Guru’s backing ensured it was a huge success. Lately, the Ashram celebrated its Guru’s 150 th birthday!!! The secret to these glorious 150 years was the pearly necklace adorned by Debendranath. Each pearl had been curated with precision and immense positivity. It was a legacy passed down to generations of able gurus. Each pearl in the necklace had to be refilled with energies beaming from happiness, gr