"Ruminations on Mortality"

                                        

                                                                Death...How should I define you? I can’t picturise in what form and in what way you may silently steal me by whispering in my ears. I know for obvious reasons that you are the end result of the slips and betrayal of my life.  

       Aren't you acquainted with life? Of course you are. Because I think it is the road of life that finally leads to your calm castle of clueless obscurity. You are well aware that the road of life is not just a plain path. It is an adventure. An adventure that has many possessions, hope, longing, passion, expectations, worries, anxiety, love, lust, concern and a lot more of a fancy materialistic world. Why would you want to ambush people into your kingdom after this fiesta of life?

      Are you an entity or a delusion? My body doesn't shiver at your thought nor am I afraid to see your countenance. A blemished and strained life would never be afraid to feel you. Before your dull shroud could cover my mortal self and run away to your realm, I would want to stop you for a moment if you would allow the last wish of an insatiated soul.

      My youth may be glum but my heart pumps blood. My eyes may have lost its shine but it saw the world to a level of 24 years. Your low voice reverberates in my ears. They are profound and surreptitious but they don’t unburden me the answers to the reservations of a scarred life. I can hear you here and there when my musings fall on in a steady progression.

     I know that once you will come to me without sounding harsh and invite me to your territory to unveil yourself and your being.

"Why is this LIFE?"

                                                         

                                              Is there something like fancy and reality? I don't discover myself unpracticed or a little child to pose this question or a progression of inconveniences that frequents me. What is life? What am I doing here in this world, why would it be advisable for me to be disturbed by episodes of incidents?

Standing under the vale of a thousand thoughts and questions, for which no person in the religious order or someone who is brilliant enough can satiate my soul, which thirsts gravely for answers. What is the use and value even if I am educated to the extreme? So far, I am not inspired by people, or by their preaching, nor books. All pen down their perceptions as they coexist with encounters.

Concepts, entities or attributes like happiness, extreme joy and delight, people, socializing, care and concern for others, religious teachings and so and so on haven’t found place in the pages of my life and if something in a small measure remains, are getting blurred day after day. As I live each day of this alleged “LIFE”, I am a completely dissatisfied person, living for reasons unknown and with no intention to multiply or find love.

I just have an option open in front of me, "Conceived once, so need to live till I fade away into blankness".

Each and every day appears as the same with no clear cut answers as to why this life is exciting or should be appealing? But I still have no regrets or complaints.

Touched by Loneliness - Part II

                                                                      

                                                  He woke up from the slumber he was taken into a few hours back. Indeed it wasn't rest, yet the over measurement of the pills he took at clear interims. His hands and legs measured substantial more than normal. He felt as though those have turned into a burden for him to move along. His eyes stuck on something glued on the glass on the almirah of his room. Before he could get genuinely included and be lost in that, he shaked it off and got up to clean up. The humidity in the room has seriously affected him; making him uneasy now and then. The semi circular shaped windows expressed their disapproval for natural breeze and light getting into his room. The golden pothos plant on the bookshelf seems to be on the verge of facing serial killing for no reason. He felt as though the entire world was going to crumple before him yet something made him affirm that he would unquestionably fall before the world would.

He got up from the bed and walked to the cupboard. As he swiftly took a towel, something fell on the floor and he couldn't have cared less to examine it either. Sometime in the past he was so keen on keeping things and his tangibles in his brooding spot at exact positions. However things have changed and he himself has and that routine moved in pace with his life.

The icy water from the shower fell like sharp needles and he felt that it was puncturing into his body. He felt the sensation but it was not, any sort of afflicting pain because he believed that once when the mental orientation of a person goes wayward and doesn't get along, then no physical bruises could hurt.

“Yes, it was true. Life can often be beguiling. It just takes an unexpected turn from nowhere. Even though some things are preplanned and plotted in life, it won’t show its fair side. The reality of the matter is that on more than one occasion; significantly even more than that, we are broken down in life before we are finished with anything. The seriousness and depth that it greets some people in life are different whereas it is funny on others.”

Philosophies couldn't add to the state. In fact all he knew was that he still tasted the bitter wine from the chalice that life thrust upon him forcefully.

He remained under the shower for a considerable length of time and his train of thoughts was bothered by a calling bell.

(to be continued)

"A Soul Brother"

                                                           I might want to  break away the part 1 of what i kept going composed on January 22. I truly feel that i ought to specify 'him'as he is enamored with my blog. Recently i happened to meet a truly fantastic person, who halves certain tastes of mine.

A Cancerian by conception, i think he rightly should be ruled by the moon to show the specified subjective qualities : 

                               Their identity can truly be convoluted, yet profound inside they are moderate and home-adoring individuals. They want to be in a commonplace surroundings and support their connections. To comprehend a Cancerian all the more completely, we can take a gander at their positive and negative qualities. (ASTROLOGY SPEAKS).

I'm uncertain as to where i ought to begin talking about him.It is not on the grounds that he complimented me for things that i am what truly is,  yet for what he would not joke about this.

Just a two to three hour chat that i had with him the earlier night, bailed me reach out specific determinations as he is an another magnificent guy that i went over after quite a while. I could promptly sense from his words that he was significantly more insightful, natural, mindful & concerned in addition to a sharp onlooker; else he wouldn't have said this to me just in the wake of having a look at me for a couple of minutes for two days and an additional two months back right away when i was in Trivandrum.

"Do u know..ur smart,handsome, very good looking, well dressed, has good etiquette's, reads and writes well and yet has less friends..its not ur problem.. Its others..they can't teach ur level of thinking, so that doesn't mean u have to stoop to theirs to be accepted.."

Hailing up from a Brahmin class, he never needed to secure himself to old thoughts and conviction and that is the reason he went to profoundly see things in Sufism and an adherent of Rumi's words, popularly  known as Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi. I ponder he may have said he wished to see Turkey as Rumi and Sufism focuses around it.

Another question of concern he raised while going through my blog was,

"U miss something, or many things..I feel so..every time I read ..I get that feeling".

He felt that my writing was devoid of happiness. Obviously, what he felt was right and i wouldn't want to lie to a honest guy who says so much and i never will.

"At one point, he couldn't find perfect words 
 to convey but this, which he felt would
 wished to say.
 Really great and meaningful"

I enjoyed it all that much when he recommended me certain books to peruse when i discovered time and also the books,'The Great Expectations' by Charles Dickens and 'Museum of Innocence' by Orhan Pamuk. I would prefer actually not to turn it down on the grounds that i know when he alluded me those; it would fundamentally stand worth.

To be sufficiently reasonable we truly had an intriguing talk. He, a happily depressed guy (used to be) and i, on the other end a negatively positive person (still is). He sensed out the requirement for me to descend the stairs of loneliness. It was so minding of him. He communicated his heart out...not at the same time, in light of the fact that this was our first talk. All i knew was that he truly yearned to converse with me. I would not just love him because he said he cherished my blog, yet when i observed that he allocates a polar adaptation of intending to life and has profundity. I respect him for that what he is. 

Touched by Loneliness - Part I

                                                              He leaned against the wall of his room in a corner. He could see the slight reflection of himself that fell on the mirror in the almirah which took a stand opposite himself, because of the moonlight that fell through the window into his room. A silent uninvited visitor. He never took a gander at the time nor was he inspired by anything. His eyes looked tired, with those dark circles around his eyes. It was simply the sign of restless evenings and late nights he experienced. His body felt to be weary and seemed to be immensely lost over some thoughts. He appeared to have lost his hunger however starving didn't influence him at any expense...

Those shimmering eyes lost its shine...his eyes were small, however it moved in edification at whatever point he grinned. But now, his eyes lost all its energy. Why?

A water bottle on the verge of getting empty and spreads of a few tablets lay other than him. Does he seem to have been using antidepressants?

Was he in a long term relationship with someone? Or was he experiencing the cyclical fluctuations of loneliness and sadness? Or was he socially and forcefully isolated or doomed to depression?

Answerable questions. Only he can answer those questions of concern asked above.

(To be continued)

'Adieu 2014'

                                                                2014 is going to end up in only 2 days. This may be likely the last blog post of the year. Thinking back, i don't comprehend what i earned in not long from now. I've been the same person as in the yesteryear's; with the exception of the way that i turned into an unquenchable binge reader. 

Honestly, Life was tough. Met some exceptionally wonderful individuals on a fundamental level amid the twelve month period. It was during this period, a thought of blog came up. I know well that i'm a toddler in the field of writing, but coming up with the idea of blog and laying a foothold was commendable on my part. 

Blended with a less number of individuals, i don't lament anything. There is a greater sense of feeling in a person who has climbed the hill of loneliness; the Solitude. 

On the work front, i had numerous issues that disturbed me the year long. To find time for reading was a challenge.When i think again at what my life was, i can't follow out any significant changes. 

The book that i read last was 'The Alchemist'. It said individuals have a dream and that they ought to tail it. I haven't sensed my dream yet. Actually, i never got dreams. 

Looking forward what Life is going to offer me in 2015....yet there are no expectations, wishes or commitments. 

Learnt one very important thing on an abstract concept,'Love'

"TRUE LOVE ACTUALLY HURTS TOO MUCH"

But one thing i can assure myself...I have lost my soul and the pith of Life.

"O star of wonder, star of night"

"O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding, 
Guide us to thy perfect light"

No big surprise, this is my star at home.This month doesn't offer intimation to be the Christmas breezy month rather a rainy and cloudy one. Most of the places in Kerala receive a considerable amount of rainfall now. Rain is just like that. When you yearn for it, it won't turn up, yet it takes a swing at sudden times.

Gracious i'm simply straying from the point.Right from my adolescence, Christmas was dependably an interest for me. That special season and climate, the adorned Christmas trees, the well set Christmas crib, the paper star hanging and swaying along with the breeze. That was a time. Really.

Things changed so fast. Stars made from bamboo are not to be seen. The casuarina trees which we used as Christmas trees in my childhood have been replaced with artificial Christmas trees, which are very easily available in the market.

Thank God, that Christmas carols have not been wiped off as such. At least by hearing Silent Night, Joy to the World or Jingle Bells playing in the background, one can feel that it is the season of 'X' Mas.

It's December

                                              It is after quite a while that i am once again to my blogging page. October twentieth was my last blog. In the middle of an excess of things happened.The sad demise of my boss, a somewhat long leave, mental and physical agony...the list goes on. Today is December 3rd leaving 21 days for Christmas and 28 days for the next Grand year 2015 ( it is an even number when added; for superstitious people). 

Missed my blogging page for about two months. I had no methods recuperating or turning up to give space. I missed my Indi-blogging community as well (pondering what my rank would have been there when i was off). Anyway i am back in this Christmas season with reminiscence of the time. 

"My three recent status updates in facebook"

1. Kollam is experiencing a downpour. I didn't wait for the rain to slow down to be back home after my office hours. I wanted to feel the rain....to get washed of many worries and the melancholic state I was tagged in, since days. Walking to my two- wheeler I let myself to be poked by the sharp needles of water that made its way down from the sky. In the blip of a minute, I was wet completely; not leaving any part of my body. I assumed myself to have forgotten that people were gazing at me from the commercial complex in which my office found place. It was good to have a ten minute ride dipped in rain to my home. Now that instead of envying people sitting comfortably in cars, giving a glance through the glass windows, I pitied them for not feeling the rain. I could only assume that they were less burdened that me. My students awaited me at home for their "twice in a week" tuition. Seeing me wet as a cat gets wet when fallen in a bucketful of water, one of girl asked me so softly,

"Is this what you say at times, 'EXTREME DELIGHT IN FEELING RAIN?".

"Yeah, it's also a sort", I replied and walked to my room leaving trails of water on the floor.

2. Recently, I read an article by chance: "Things Highly Creative People Do Differently".

By the article, it says that exceptionally inventive individuals are daydreamers, who watch everything, who work the hours that work for them, who truly require some investment for isolation, they "fail up", they ask the big questions, they watch people, take risks, they escape from their own particular heads, they encompass themselves with beauty, they shake up things, they take time for mindfulness and they view life as a means of self-expression.

Bingo! I'm a highly creative person going by these statements. A mix up of merits & demerits.

3. Right when Pope Francis welcomed the homosexuals and the divorced catholic to be made accessible to all the sacraments available; he has been rebuffed by the Synod which discussed matters secretly since two weeks. The Pope being the ultimate leader of the Catholic Church, got his views rejected as it is.

Why don't the Church allow the gay & the lesbians to participate in the union of Church?

Ridiculous are the laws of the Church. Let the church take a stand on the pedophiles in the religious community first rather than pushing aside the homosexual race who really has gifts and benefits to offer the Catholic Church.

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"An Act of Thanksgiving" to all my Blog Readers

                                                Today is the twentieth day of my Blog Marathon. Disregarding my nonstop and stacked work weight, i took to compose one blog post for every day. Feeling great and pleased to have finished the marathon as settled. It was simple for me to have taken a challenge like this one, yet i had truly conveyed it just with excess of weight. I have blogged all through on all weekdays , keeping my official work in pace.

Extending my gratitude to all the readers , who at least took a glance at my Blog, even during your occupied timetables.

Thanks to my regular readers:

Dalreen Sebastian( who never misses any of my blogposts and reminds me everyday if any post doesn't reach on time), Gouri Prasannan (busy editor at a leading newspaper), Diresh Sebastian, Ashwathy Nair, Neethu Jacob Thuruthiyil, Stervin Stallone &  Anton Ronald Sebastian.

Delivering a note of appreciation to people in Facebook community :

Pooja Nair( Yet another busy one in the editorial of another leading newspaper), Rosefilda Roby, Sarath S Pillai, Sarif Nazar, Sreela Indira ( who gave me tips to improve my blog), Assem Khalled , Ganesh Narayan, Reshma V Ajikumar & Hebbie Rozario.

Heartfelt thanks to all the Indibloggers in IndiVine Community:

Anunoy Samanta, Joshi Daniel,Manini Thakur, Nisha, Ravish Mani, Remya Sean, Vinay Nagaraja, Jahid Aktar, Shweta, Bhaswati, Bhavesh Dalal, Skaria Maliyekal, Saru Singhal, Manu Prakash Tyagi, Sujata Tawde, Rosh S & Murtaza Ali.

Despite the fact that i don't know personally many of the people recorded above, i earnestly thank all, for your consistent support and keeping my site alive. Sincere apology if i have missed out to name anyone.

Wishing to concoct an another Blog Marathon one year from now. 

I will continue blogging at clear interim. 

Much obliged to every one of you.

"Lost & Gained": Virtues

                                         Throughout the years, I have lost the accompanying excellencies: 

Affection, Concern, Trust, Faith in others, Rational soundness, Benevolence, Relations, Helping mindset, Euphoria, and so forth 

Anyway and still, at the end of the day I took hold of the beneath: 

Discipline, A pure heart, Loneliness(positive viewpoint), a brilliant charge over my language (English), Confidence, Attitude, Outspokenness, unselfish conduct with proper measure of Arrogance to live in the society. 

While i claim all these, i unabashedly comprehend and concede that the lost variables are a greater amount of something significant than the underneath specified ones. Once in a while they negate  or contradict between one another. This is one of the reason, why i get myself 'an out of the box' person; who limits himself to tight connection with nature, books and himself.

Culture of Misogyny

                                               

                                           

"77% of girls in India face sexual violence by partner"

                                                   Treating women so awful has been the unfeeling disposition of men since time immemorial. So it doesn't seem to India as another idea. Aggressive behavior at home was regular and a genuine issue and obviously, there has been no pulling out still. Just advancement demonstrates its reasonable side. India as a nation dependably tries to upgrade and create its Foundation, National Income, sign treaties with outside countries and so forth. Anyway it falls flat when considering authorizing corrective activities for the blamed. We can never think this nation as an assault free one.

  The force of challenges doesn't get the eyes of the Legislature, to execute compelling and enforceable laws to help circumstances like this. Furthermore now in the wake of measuring the rage of people in general from their activities, the Legislature can pass or authorize another law, however that too under uncertainty and further elucidations and suspicions. No prompt firm controls come up. What they can guarantee all the time is "We will see to it, that Fitting Equity has been favored upon the victimized person and see that no further condition strikes any kid or lady", which are absolutely useless. Really, just around 10 percent of assault cases have been settled by the courts, and the police ordinarily neglect to capture attackers, along these lines encouraging an atmosphere of exemption. Most among men are continually requesting thus they generally look upon women as a sex symbol. The virginity of ladies is constantly broken by men coercively to addition bodily pleasure. Furthermore pleasure is the main impetus behind all these. 

A lady doesn't assault a man, yet the converse dependably happens. These days, even little kids are not taken off alone. Every day, assault cases manifest with five year old young child, eight year old and so forth. Sexual craving and urge doesn't permit a man to separate his little girl from his wife. He just sees the womanly nature there when he is smoldering in requirement for delight. Women are constantly defenseless. What's more now, its high time from Government to stir themselves from sleep to protect the general population. Furthermore what is, no doubt implied by the general population are only Women.

India beat the rundown of nations where immature young ladies are subjected to sexual viciousness by cozy accomplices.In India, around 41 for every penny reported physical viciousness by their moms/stepmothers while 18 for every penny were ill-used by fathers or stepfathers. Sibling and sisters were the culprits in 25 for every penny cases. Most juvenile young ladies who are casualties of sexual savagery likewise report physical misuse and, in India, that number remains between 10 to 20 for every penny.

"Pedophilia in the Vatican: A grave concern of Catholic Church"

                                                             

One of the photo
 from the series

 produced by Cuban artist 
Erik Ravelo; titled as 

"The untouchables"

                                

                        The Catholic sex misuse cases are an arrangement of claims, examinations, trials and feelings of kid sexual ill-use wrongdoings conferred by Catholic clerics, nuns and parts of Roman Catholic requests against young men and young ladies as youthful as three years of age, with the greater part between the ages of 11 and 14.

The theme of child sexual misuse by Catholic ministers went to the bleeding edge in 2002 to a great extent as a consequence of the instance of John Geoghan, a cleric in the Boston Archdiocese who was blamed for abusing more than 130 kids amid three decades.He was defrocked, indicted one check of revolting tyke strike, sentenced to jail, and killed by an inmate while imprisoned.

Addresses about the ill-use emergency revolved around two key issues: 

How could clerics confer such acts, and how could an association purposely permit the misuse to happen? As Catholic groups, survivors' gatherings, and the overall population were looking for answers to these inquiries, so was the Catholic Church. They didn't know the degree of the emergency or its causes, so the Congregation appointed two studies to address these issues. The first and foremost, the study on the nature and extent of youngster sexual misuse by the clergy (John Jay College, 2004), is the premise of this unique issue.

The present leader of the Catholic Church, Pope Francis has said that two per cent of the Roman Catholic clergy worldwide, the equivalent of 8,000 members, are pedophiles.

Two sorts of paraphilias are pedophilia and ephebophilia. Pedophiles are people who experience repetitive, serious, sexually stimulating dreams about prepubescent youngsters. Ephebophiles create repetitive, exceptional, sexually moving dreams about young people.

A statement made by a victim, Mary Dispenza on Pedophiles in Priesthood.

"It is easy to think that when we talk about the crisis of child rape and abuse that we are talking about the past - and the Catholic Church would have us believe that this most tragic era in church history is over. It is not. It lives on today. Pedophiles are still in the priesthood. Coverups of their crimes are happening now, and bishops in many cases are continuing to refuse to turn information over to the criminal justice system. Cases are stalled and cannot go forward because the church has such power to stop them. Children are still being harmed and victims cannot heal."

—Abuse victim, Mary Dispenza There has been a growing number of secret settlement among the bishops in concealing the facts and facilitating compensation payments on a term that the allegations remains tight lipped. The prime cause is always because of the celibate state of priests which leads to pedophilia and married clergy would make pedophilia and other forms of sexual misconduct go away.  While we can all concur that the pecking order hasn't done what's necessary, this case is all things considered false. At the point when the Congregation's Code of Canon Law was amended in 1983, a paramount section was included: "The cleric who commits any other offense against the sixth precept of the Decalogue, if the offense was committed with violence or threats, or publicly or with a minor who is under 16 years [now extended to 18 years], must be punished with just punishments, not excluding expulsion from the clerical state" Whatever the matter is, children are constantly crucified and have ended up prey for the desire of unworthy religious individuals in the Catholic Church.I'm not afraid as a catholic to speak it out because this is the truth that the Church and Media have debated over since years.

"That 1 hour was fresh and positive"

"Fresh Greenery"

"Potted Plants"

As of late, i went by a fantastic Indoor plant Boutique. Adhered in amazement to take a gander at which one to begin with, it was simply wonderful. Right from Golden Pothos, Draceana, Peace lily, Pepperomia, ZZ plant it went on to paintings, small artefacts, showpieces etc. Glass wares, pictures made from clay, feeds for plants, Organic as well as Chemical, pot mixings,  Candle globes, the list went on unending. Miniature boats inside small glass bottles were an added attraction and they were reasonably priced too. 

"Glasswares"

I bought some indoor plants for my bookshelf. Furthermore now my bookshelf looks amazingly excellent and brimming with life. I truly didn't realize that time was flying when i ventured on to that shop. It truly gave positive vitality for my psyche as it really craved for. 

"Clay Plant Potters"

'Home made semolina pasta with scrambled eggs'

'Home made semolina pasta with scrambled eggs'

                            Cooking has always been a very interesting thing for me.The flavors, seasoning, the taste and aroma certainly catches my entire self more than anything. Despite the fact that i am not a foodie, i like to eat whenever i cook. My mother is the best cook that i have ever seen in my lifetime. It's not in the view of a mother child connection, however it is a certainty.

This time when i cooked, it was the turn of pasta. I have never cooked pasta before. And so keeping my fingers crossed and after praying to all saints that i remembered then, i started to prepare a savoury semolina pasta. They say it takes only 10 minutes to prepare the dish; but it took more than 15 minutes to finish the process as i had to boil the pasta for a little long to get the right consistency.

I made scrambled eggs with thyme and seasoned the pasta with Schezwan sauce and rose mary leaves. Savoury sweet and spicy pasta is ready to eat.

And that was a healthy one.

"A herculean task"

                                                 

                     It's about 45 days now that i have been planted in an outside association for an audit. Not a basic one, a genuine complex one. Making separate individual accounts and schedules for the nearly 10-12 cash books as well as consolidating them under one roof is somewhat a herculean task.

At the point when contrasting this assignment with the past two years, i think i have finished the work far sooner than the due date. The truth of the matter is that the audit began late this time and the due date for the Representing Body was given prior. What's more is; it falls due tomorrow. 

With my physical illness, i am attempting to draw this off at the earliest opportunity. With a difference measure of approximately Rs.1,25,000 and Rs.2,14,000; in Receipts and Payment account & Balance Sheet, i really feel screwed to find it unreconciling after considerable effort.

Thank God that significant lakhs didn't show up as the distinction in this crores play. Hoping to fill up the gap within hours.

"An Exhibition"

                   Last day after work and evening mass, i planned to go out with my mom to see a Gujarati emporium which they had arranged in Jawahar Balabhavan nearby my place, just 4/5 Kms away. It had been too long since i last witnessed an exhibition conducted by the North Indian people. I needed to go somewhere as i was longing for it very badly because i have been working at a stretch and my psyche needed a refreshment.

"Shining beads displayed for sale"

Hectic days at work has rendered me emotionless and tiring these days. There is no option available, but to pull through. 

Common to all exhibitions conducted by them, i saw this multicolored and shining beads used for making chains for women in sizes small to big. By showing these sparkling gems and stones, they are intent on pulling in ladies.

"Tribal Jewelry in varied shapes & colours""

The exhibition ranged from clothing to wooden articles , unreasonably priced which we get in the markets here at prices much lower than considered. I met a woman from Ernakulam, named Sony who was so dynamic in her 60's, to offer the products and garments she displayed for sale. She dealt in cloth materials for home.After buying from her some cushion covers, dining table mats and table runners for home, we moved on to the next section. And she was the only South Indian woman among that group of North Indian men. I wondered how she managed to be among them alone. 

Braveheart indeed.

"Adamant People"

                               Some individuals are truly & exceptionally adamant on specific things. Perhaps more regrettable than youngsters. Anyway the unpalatable part is when religious people(Catholic) get to be inflexible. The pledges of their arrangement : Compliance and profound quality is lost when they act like that. I have run over one, despite the fact that i have discovered 98% of them were along these lines, however this lady is greatly something. 

If given power and position, they are easily swayed away with their disposition. Arrogant talks, tattling and sorts. Another very busy day for me.Witnessed one such today.

People are very difficult to handle most of the time.

Have been working at a stretch since two weeks without a break. Feeling exhausted to some level. 

Anger and sadness both visits me at times, when i think of the fact that i can't avail the Pooja holidays. I'm becoming a workaholic without any rest nowadays. Don't know when i will break down. 

"Blessed virtues''

                                                             

                                                Responsibility and efficient method of doing work are blessed methodicalness which earnest and genuine individuals will just have.If you add it with punctuality, then there is nothing more noteworthy quality than that. Something which the vast majority of the people doesn't have.

Having an exceptionally occupied and terrible day at work, i crave reviling my boss for his silly deeds and words. I know beyond any doubt that he is frantic. Out of my hands.

Nothing intriguing got me today by hand as i am stuck up in office with the normal last time rush, which my employer dependably loves.

" A fancy fig tree"

"Fancy fig tree with its fruits"

                  It's three years i have been seeing this fig tree, whenever i went for audit in one of my client Organisation named Q.S.S.S. It still stands the same, without much change. Once i cross-examined the people there as to which species that fig tree fell in. It went waste. For everyone there, it was just a tree which bore something in the shape of Garlic,which never ripened.

"Fruits huddled from top to bottom"

I knew that it was a fig tree in the first place itself. But it was grown as a fancy one. So i named it 'a fancy fig tree'. Till now it ever ripened. The fruits on that tree can be seen 365 days. Amid my tight work plan today, i simply saw this tree as i was sitting close to the window doing my work.

Didn't hold up any more. Took my mobile and hurried close it. I gave a clean and clear look. Clicked a few photographs as well. Furthermore its such a fascinating thing to find that the tree bears its fruits from the top to its base.

This tree provided for me some positive vitality today while i was working with some extreme and head blasting accounts. Couldn't stand there any longer on the grounds that my work was doled out a due date. In addition the periodic furious face of my boss welcomed me back to my position. Felt revived only because of the extravagant fig tree.