Something about life

There will be days like these, You would not notice the smiling faces; And not care for the cute kid around Trains keep passing by in a blur, Without making a single sound! When chocolates don’t work, When coffee does not heal When sunshine gets gloomy And breezes you can’t feel All your strength just crumbles down to pieces;   The slivers digging deep in your vein You don’t know whether to stay or to go, You feel the numbing of the pain But it’s not gone; it still is there, to hurt you   Every time your feet touch the ground And every time blood gushes out of the wound,   Every time you feel your heart pound. It may heal soon, it may last long, But on days like these, you will have to be strong Because you my precious, is all you have And giving up on you would be so wrong! And for days like these we have tom...

  Hi Sir, It’s funny how I have to call you sir now, to keep you anonymous. Due to the company’s culture and the influence of western work ethics on me I always addressed you by your first name. When I did, that is. You are a Stanford MBA, working in a MNC at a very high position, as crisp dressed as your likes should be. Everything that makes you ‘successful’, everything that can make you neighbour’s envy, owner’s pride. You are used to people listening to you, youngsters looking up to you and your juniors asking for your advice. You must know what responsibility feels like. Or do you? I vividly remember when I met you for the first time. Being in the same company, I had asked for an introduction to some legal recruiter in Australia. I was moving countries; I was digitally exploring the market. In case you thought I was asking for much, when one sends a request to connect on LinkedIn it asks to confirm if they ask that person. I used to think LinkedIn checks it agai...