Start up Stories: Team Work

Working solo, is like a gear in motion,
You will run fast on days, slow on some
No matter what speed you run, you will wear
Working as a team is like working with many interlinked gears.
One’s commotion, sets other in motion. And vice versa.
Collective speed, turning mass. Rotation after rotation.
Each fuelling, the other.
And then, working as a team is also like working with gears.
One cog in the wrong direction, and there will be grind,
Tooth shall fall, fuel, friction of the wrong kind.
Set. Reset. Set. Refuel.

Gym, and not fitness

I have a tough time understanding Gym… But I am convinced.

There was this bloke, draped in more muscles, than what I have as fat, hair and that multiplied by three.
His Tee Shirt proudly reading, “Exercise is my Drug”
Motivational enough.
Then on the 18th bench press, I read another
“Don’t do drugs”

I have a tough time understanding Gym… But I am convinced.

I still want it…

I still want it.
Life is a little evil, especially with un attentive students, it will find you, and teach you lessons in absurd evil ways.
I was asleep, dreaming, and in my dreams I was in an Ice Cream store.
I stare down the fridge, and I see lots of choices.
The thing with Ice creams is that you either know what you want, or are confused to the core. Such was my state today.
I kinda knew I wanted the ice candy, but the choices confused me.
As I stare down the fridge. The owner reminds me to make a choice quick because there’s a power cut.
Power cut also means mushy candies, but that’s ok, I can take that yummy leap of faith. And just as I am about to do that.
I get a call. From reality. In reality too.
I still want it. Life is a little evil. Especially with un attentive students

I – powerful beyond thoughts

I is such a powerful word, 
One letter, An alphabet, ‎One character,
Powerful, Good, Evil, and rest‎
A story within, and more outwards
Ownership, Identity, Perceived and implied. 
The creator, and his creation and it’s credit. 
The acceptance, the acknowledgement, the prophecy too. 
I am. Therefore I. 

Anecdote Overdose

Scavenging through silence,
The loud echoes of it,
Uprooting anew pillar of strength,
To find weakness under it,
Thank you Oh Holy Master,
For the impious profane grit.

– Mortal


I used to be different,
And then I turned indifferent,
And then there was this difference,
That differently differed from my indifference,
And instantly I turned different
Different from my determined indifference
Indifferent from the deterred difference
Yet a difference, quite different

Smite me..

Resilience, begin to fade
The strength, wearing too
Demeanour, degrades
Of me, for them too…


The appetite, appals
And yet, they keep coming
At me, if not, for…

That’s what am left at
Ask, I am for more.


When you eat a potato the next time, remember this.

It was alive.

It had brothers and sisters and perhaps even emotional bond with fellow vegetables.

It had potential to blossom into a bigger being, into parenting many more potatoes.

You cooked him alive. Robbed it of any possible future.

Next time someone preaches you to turn vegetarian. Reply. Potato.
Ps: I don’t hate vegetables. I love animals too.
I just don’t preach my food choices.

Take time. Stop

Take time. Stop
This isn’t a race,
Nothing to earn, by finishing first
Nor would you gain, if you still run..
So take time. Stop. Live.
Bask in all the glory,
Even if it won’t bring any fame..
Because all we are, are free souls,
Bound. Known.
And then forgotten. As names.

My world, without a home

Something I wrote last year, on this day. Never published!

My World, without a home
Without bricks, mortar, or stone
Yet so much to see,
Though, I can’t call it just my own,
You see, my world,
Is a world, without a home.
No boundaries, no wall to hold back,
In nights, no familiar roof to stare,
With no locks, and no key to spare.
My world, without a home