Ink Pen [Chapter 1]

As I walked through the door, I immediately noticed that something was wrong. The silence was perhaps giving me a sign. I wanted to get out of the shop as soon as possible, but somehow I found myself stuck to its aura. A part of me wanted to get away as far as humanly possible, and yet, another part of me wanted to find out what was going on.

I tapped the bell on the desk…no one answered. I put my coat on the hanger, and looked around for any real human presence. Then suddenly I noticed something. I saw a small ink bottle lying on the table. It was opened as if someone just had used it. I could smell the fresh ink. Then I noticed the paper… 

Light bulb

You never can underestimate the power of motivation. It’s like giving a tip after a hair cut to the barber. You never know how well you are going to get that massage until you weigh in your tip size. The better that is, the greater joy the massage will bring in to your soul. It’s a full proof plan…a winner for sure.

Meanwhile, I have had a great meeting with my boss today. Although we were tore down to pieces by him for most of the period; but again, the little speeches in between the bummer were pretty effective. He dared us to dream. He asked us not to set a limit to our triumph for success, but to aim high…sky is the limit. It was not something new for me at least…but again, it was the first one in my professional life. It made me realize that its not quite that different from the school days. You still have to do your share of publicity to get noticed and also go ahead in full speed. Only then, you can climb up that next step in the stair. It’s that or you got nothing.

Another thing that I liked from today’s meeting is that my boss told us that life puts you in different sorts of slippery slopes. You can always see the plain ground, but for you to get there, you have to work hard…work hard to climb up that mountain…otherwise, all you will be left with is nothing but standing on a slippery slope. In any case, that’s quite bad for you…and also, for the people waiting for you in the level field…quite a moving speech, I have to say!

A pen and a 1202

It’s weird to not know the man behind your failure. Everyone seems to go gaga over the person behind your success, but no one seems to care much about the man who ruined those clinchy holes in your way to stardom. It shouldn’t be like that. You should know that guy to make new plans…plans that includes extreme measures…measures to eliminate that pin out of the socket.period.

You should also not far-fetch the only thing that you care for the most. For example, your reputation. It’s more important than those drain cluttered mine workers’ ultimate treasure. It’s your identity, it’s your image. You should always protect your reputation. It’s your job, your responsibility.

And to to that, you have to succeed. Because, face it…who remembers a loser? You have to maintain that positive reputation of being dependable, worthy of respect and above all, a glowing canon of confidence.

Hence comes the necessity of knowing the guy behind your failure. You and only you can identify him…and you and only you can eliminate him. Do so…because, when it comes to your reputation, its all on you, no?

Dust 101

Now, who said that I cannot clean up my room? Huh?? Looks like I showed them something, and hell yeah, I did!! I took the bold decision yesterday when suddenly I realized that I was breathing dust for over a month and it was time to move my lazy ass out of the comfy couch and clean up the mess. Yes, It was a horrifying experience as I have absolutely no clue on cleaning mess; but again, it was totally worth it!

A lot of work is still hanging on the pendulum. I just can’t wait to attend to them. But again, it might take another month or so…lolz…But hey, don’t blame me, rather give me some credit. It took me 8 years to realize that my room needs some cleaning, no? I deserve a month’s break (H).

PS: I really need to clean my drawers too

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It’s been a while. These days its quite hard for me to make some time to post here. Pretty wicked, no? I am on the other hand trying desperately to ease the growing up process. It seems that growing up is not that easy after all.

Its actually quite funny though. Especially, when you are thrown in a pond filled with small fishes and where ironically the small fishes rule. I didn’t quite imagine life to be in such a mess, but hey, I guess it can get as lousy as the HR of your company. If the HR of an MNC can be in such a looser mode, guess what the other HRs are up to. Man! Freaky, no?

Work also seems to bring in a new aspect in my life. I now see notes as just papers, amounts as just numbers, and people (trust me on this) as just motherless bastards. Man, you would not believe how freakingly dumb those people can get. And don’t even get me started on the small fishes…they are the worst; constantly frightened about their low life existence with sparks lower than a table lamp. It’s quite uneasy to be the bigger fish there, especially when you have absolutely no clue about your or your pond’s other members’ moves. arghh!

Anyhow, counting my days over there. Only a month gone, and 11 more to go. I hope for the best…both for me and the small fishes.