Unbreakable

The winds could not slow her pace
She rose each time with silent grace
The world smirked showing the mountains high
She took a leap, she chose to fly

She cried desolate and let her storm pass
the dimness in her couldn’t last
for she is meant to splash the colours of love
for she is meant to shine like stars above

Unshaken, unfazed, she writes her name
she shines in hues, her heart aflame.
Not made of steel, but something more
A quiet storm ebbing ashore


Charu

When Life Reminds Us of Its Fragility...

They went for a vacation and were gunned down, they went to celebrate IPL win and were crushed under feet, they boarded a flight and could not make to their homes.. Such is the fragility of life..!

Yes, we all have our struggles, our failures to fight, questions to avoid but kab tak..?

Lets take ownership of our lives, put up a fight and solve the scariest of puzzles.. 

Above all lets open the doors of our hearts and let love run down our veins. The world needs more of smiles than these cries..

Lets do something stupid today ..something we loved doing as a child but gave it away to adult ..anything that brings about the silliest grin..

Life is short my friend..

Today is perhaps the best day to loose guard and be a child. AGAIN!

 What has this world become.

 

Born roughly four decades ago, I remember things were much simpler back then, not that we were against the test of time, but definitely more forbearing.

Times were easier, technology was scarce but contentment was in abundance.

Born in a joint family, raised among seven other kids in limited resources, what we’ve gathered from our experiences is enough to fuel generations. But the question is what world are we giving to our children? Is it the world enough?

Where is tolerance? There is Ego. Where is joy? There is disgruntlement. Where is acceptance? People are hypercritical. Where is love? Oh! let’s not even go there!

From climate change to scams, from AI to Donald Trump, from Russia to Hamas, we were striding in reasonably but now it’s getting intense.

Being an Indian, we automatically have feelings for Pakistan (pun intended!) but it’s overwhelming now as I see the fourth or maybe the fifth Indo-Pak tiff (it’s not a full-fledged war yet!)

What bothers me more is the kind of people we have around us, who don’t comprehend the enormity of the situation and irrespective of their limited geo political understanding, are spreading fake news like wildfire, stimulating misinformation and deepening public confusion along both sides of the border.

The social media is flooded with memes, content creators are tirelessly rolling in, I see some are using the tragedy to fill in the social media profiles!

I hope Elon Musk’s dream of colonizing Mars singles them out!

 

Note: This is not a piece of art, it’s just a rant!

 

Charu Agarwal

 

 Experience is simply the name we give to our mistakes.

The internet is flooded with quotations on mistakes and its aftermath.

However my favorite is “It’s not how you make mistakes, but how we correct them that defines us”

Not that we don’t know that we all make mistakes, it just takes enough mettle to admit doing it, and especially when it could cause a trade-off!

With over 10 years of corporate experience I admit making several mistakes, most of which were totally avoidable, some which could cost me the project and at times trust was at stake.

The best way to navigate from the slug is Prompt Resolution and Effective Communication.

Though it is as simple as it sounds, its execution is the key. No leadership lessons or text book solutions can bail you out if you get stuck.

Chin up, Own Up and do what IS to be done. The only approach to avoid is denial!

The waves are therapeutic

The sea as I see is in a hurry to be,

just like me thinking, brooding, drooling,

the never ending expanse of  thoughts crashing at the shores....

Leaving behind an echo of broken waves, broken dreams, 

and broken me!