July 6, 2015

Getting back to blogging

Being an active twitter user, it is constantly getting difficult for me to construct my thoughts in more than 140 characters. So what better than being an active blogger and collecting my thoughts in a nice blog.

After lot of procrastination I've finally given a facelift to this blog. Right now I am not really sure what all things I'll be blogging about, but hey we need to start somewhere right.

I just read my previous blog posts and now am wondering what I was smoking while putting up such stuff. Am not deleting these posts as they remind me of good old days, you can totally ignore to read them.

So I am back here for good :)

Let the journey begin. Again!

October 30, 2013

#PowerLightAVillage Campaign by Garnier

A video is powerful medium to convey a message, I stumbled upon this video by @TheGarnierMan on Twitter which gives a beautiful message in a short duration of 2 minutes.

You are reading this, you must be having full access to electricity, but what about 4000 million Indians living across 72000 villages in India who still don't have a basic facility like electricity?

This is the story of a boy named Om, who decided to lighten up his sister's life, he decided to change the things instead of waiting for the change. The video shows that dreams can come true if we give our full efforts, if a little boy like Om can do it then everyone can do it. Our villages badly need electricity and this video pushes us hard to think about the darkness that still exists in those villages. It's one inspiring story.

Contribute to this cause on Facebook: http://bit.ly/GMenPLAV

September 23, 2011

I just couldn't resist posting this poem here called Love After Love written by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.