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Humans are social animals. We like to socialize. There is some part of our DNA that fans the flame of that desire—the need to be part of a group. There are exceptions to this rule, and every individual is a unique specimen (I will elaborate on these two points later). But at large, we all want to be part of a pack. To drive my point home, I will use the armed forces as an example (Disclaimer: I have served in the forces). Ancient Romans used this very concept and built their legions on top of...
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~ A Drop in the Ocean ~ Thirty six summers of my life, spent in a city with million shadows. An ancient land with billion souls, a pale blue dot with hundred nations. Reaching for bodies around the sun, just a speck of dust in our milky way. And who am I ? A drop in the ocean. ~fin~
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First few days, I saw the blur of you. Never the full picture but just a flash-like view. A colour that you see and feel when you close your eyes in bright sunlight. The darkness in my mind withered away and slowly died. First day sitting next to you I remember your eyes. Deep like the ocean, quiet and gentle, Hiding joy within sorrow, dewdrops on rose petals. Your ticks tickled my mind Your voice went deep into my soul. Your smile made me smile and your touch touched me whole. I hope that on...
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prLeadership on Blockchain
Humans are social animals. We like to socialize. There is some part of our DNA that fans the flame of that desire—the need to be part of a group. There are exceptions to this rule, and every individual is a unique specimen (I will elaborate on these two points later). But at large, we all want to be part of a pack. To drive my point home, I will use the armed forces as an example (Disclaimer: I have served in the forces). Ancient Romans used this very concept and built their legions on top of...
prA Drop in the Ocean
~ A Drop in the Ocean ~ Thirty six summers of my life, spent in a city with million shadows. An ancient land with billion souls, a pale blue dot with hundred nations. Reaching for bodies around the sun, just a speck of dust in our milky way. And who am I ? A drop in the ocean. ~fin~
prHope of You
First few days, I saw the blur of you. Never the full picture but just a flash-like view. A colour that you see and feel when you close your eyes in bright sunlight. The darkness in my mind withered away and slowly died. First day sitting next to you I remember your eyes. Deep like the ocean, quiet and gentle, Hiding joy within sorrow, dewdrops on rose petals. Your ticks tickled my mind Your voice went deep into my soul. Your smile made me smile and your touch touched me whole. I hope that on...
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~ Do You Remember ~
Do you remember ? The taste of milk & cookies, and that of PBJ. The wait for new comic books, then reading them night and day.
Do you remember ? The smell of mom’s perfume, and sweet sound of her voice. Running to her when in trouble, her fake anger, as if she had a choice !
Do you remember ? Smell of air after an unseasonal rain, Winter’s first flurry when it snowed overnight. Getting dirty in the puddles, or pretending to die in a snowball fight.
Do you remember ?
Getting angry with your best friend,
but patching up, the very next moment.
Playing hooky and chasing butterflies,
all that chaos but life made sense.
Nothing has changed,
yet everything is different.
Butterflies have turned to numbers,
when trouble comes, you blame kismet.
Stop for a moment and live a little,
It’s over in a heartbeat for life is fickle.
~fin~
~ Do You Remember ~
Do you remember ? The taste of milk & cookies, and that of PBJ. The wait for new comic books, then reading them night and day.
Do you remember ? The smell of mom’s perfume, and sweet sound of her voice. Running to her when in trouble, her fake anger, as if she had a choice !
Do you remember ? Smell of air after an unseasonal rain, Winter’s first flurry when it snowed overnight. Getting dirty in the puddles, or pretending to die in a snowball fight.
Do you remember ?
Getting angry with your best friend,
but patching up, the very next moment.
Playing hooky and chasing butterflies,
all that chaos but life made sense.
Nothing has changed,
yet everything is different.
Butterflies have turned to numbers,
when trouble comes, you blame kismet.
Stop for a moment and live a little,
It’s over in a heartbeat for life is fickle.
~fin~
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