Utopia

Have you ever been assigned an important task by your manager? You are given a deadline to complete it. Your manager, who assigned you this task, believes in your capabilities. He has assigned this task to you, because he believes only YOU can do it. He touch bases with you at every crucial stage of the task, keeps dropping at your desk and rings you to check the progress. He keeps hovering over your shoulder. Welcome the Micro Manager .  The Micro-manager guises his compulsion to interfere under the cloak of “an attention to detail”. My dear friends these control freaks, who “want to drive you to success”   risk disempowering you. There is a very thin line between an INVOLVED manager and OVER-INVOLVED Manager. Agreed,it is a manager’s job to help push the work of the team along – instructing, motivating, guiding, directing, prompting, reminding, and yes, sometimes even doing the work him/herself. The difference lies in whether all that effort is really adding...

Thanks to a person, who so much cares, Precious, time whole –heartedly spares. Always not the blood dose matter, In love,we only need to chatter In life,at each step,twist and turns, Along the way, what more concerns. A wee of understanding a thought to share, And a heart and soul so lost in care…..

My land of birth, I pledge to thee Of whose son, I am proud to be.                 For the sake of whose pride,                 Our forefathers readily died. Thy head crowned by mountain high, Snow –white peak reaching up to sky.                 Thy feet washed by water blue,                 Clean    & pure   & sweet as dew. Thy lap covered with green and gold, Thy children true,   wise and bold.                  Thou taught forgiveness of evil done                  And love for all men “Neath the sun”. Thou taught us strength that cannot seek, By any means to hurt the weak.                  My honour, my pride my fate you ...

Statutory Warning: The following piece of writing is not a work of fiction. Strictly not for those academically motivated souls who feel entertaining faculties of dance, drama and sports value more than human life. Readers’ discretion advised. “One can’t choose his neighbors’, but one still has all the power on this earth to choose how he decides to entertain them” If you are a cricket fan, which I presume you being an Indian are bound to be, I apologize for hurting your sentiments by this article of mine. While I am all game for watching and participating in sporting activities SPORTINGLY, I detest playing with MURDURERS. While most of you will wince and wail at my outlandish suggestion of branding Pakistan as such, my dear gentle folks my only question: what kind of pleasures you derive playing with terrorists? Yes, I can hear you all cry, cricketers are not terrorist, but if an INDIAN JAWAN at border is as Indian as you and me, then a Pakistani cricketers are as Pakis...

Journey through England is a journey through time (interspersed with numerous cups of cream tea and buttered scones). No sight on this earth can match the splendor of an English country-side during summers. It is a country of tea-sippers, dog-lovers, cricket-bores and men more fascinated with their gardens than their wives. To some it’s a lesson in world history. To some it’s a step child of weather. To some, its just the most incomprehensible place on this earth. Welcome to England. At Manchester Airport, I was greeted with more than just, bright sunshine. Staying at Derby, the geographical centre of England, it was my best chance to discover the English country side. And next few days were magical broom ride, through the most enchanting scenery. Day 1 Matlock Bath A return bus ticket to Matlock from Derby enabled me to take the journey at my pace. A stopover at Crich was rewarding. Crich Tramway Village , is a recreated historic village, is  set along a period s...