Saturday, December 3, 2011

Digital Customer


With the tiny charges streaming
Steady past the digital sphere
The cells in humans bloom and grow,
To digital clock, our timelines adhere
Social networks, iApps, google
Or be it the online buy
Digital world has seeped into
The biosphere under the sky
Consumers who once took the words
Of the advertisements
Have now turned to online research
For the product judgments
Digitization plays a smart role
In the lives of populace
Makes us independent and smooth
Moves our life at a faster pace
Digital consumers are widely spread
In almost every field
Be it medical, engineering or commerce
None is untouched by digital yield
Thinking process has now twisted
For both customer and organization
More heed is now paid
To customer need personalization
Companies can keep raising the bar       
By predicting customer choice
Which fosters co-creation
With the aid of digital voice
Let us breathe in digital air
Gear up with the digital uprise
May the economy escalate across
Building tomorrow’s enterprise!!

Monday, October 31, 2011

I Believe.....


I believe in angels, not of fairy tales..
But the real ones....angels within all of us..


















I believe, angel within me celebrates at each achievement of mine
I believe, she smiles when my heart is happy
I believe, she praises me for what I think
I believe, she admires me for what I do
I believe, she thumbs up when I look into the mirror
I believe, she thanks me when I take a daring step and succeed
I believe, she forbids me when my mind tells me to do wrong
I believe, she scolds me when I go bad
I believe, she cares for me in whichever situation I am in
I believe, she loves me for what I am


Angel within me becomes sad, whenever I am low
She cries at each bruise my heart has to bear
She too is upset when something goes wrong to me
She goes restless when some worry wakes me up in the midnight
She gets scared when I foresee a danger
She shoulders me when I sob in isolation
She understands when no one cares to notice
She encourages when she finds I am weak


I know I am never alone ...
Cos my angel is there
To lift me when I fall
To say, 'I am there with you always'
To become my shadow and show me the way all along...


I Believe in Angels

I believe in angels, not of fairy tales..
But the real ones....angels within all of us..

I believe, angel within me celebrates at each achievement of mine
I believe, she smiles when my heart is happy
I believe, she praises me for what I think
I believe, she admires me for what I do
I believe, she thumbs up when I look into the mirror
I believe, she thanks me when I take a daring step and succeed
I believe, she forbids me when my mind directs me to do wrong
I believe, she scolds me when I do wrong
I believe, she cares for me in whichever situation I am in
I believe, she loves me for what I am

Angel within me is sad, whenever I am low
She cares at each bruise my heart has to bear
She too is upset when something goes wrong to me
She goes restless when some worry wakes me up in the midnight
She gets scared when I foresee a danger
She shoulders me when I sob in isolation
She understands when no one cares to notice
She encourages when she finds I am weak

I know I am never alone ... cos my angel is always there with me

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Indian Bride

The blush, the smile
The beauty divine
With glitters of red
She showers a calm

With bundle of love
And gleam of charm
She pictures a life
Of love so warm

She closes her eyes
To hear the heart
That beats at his name
With a tender spasm

She fills the air
With aroma so pure
The voices around
In chorus adore

This is sacred
Indian Bride
Dressed in culture
Adorned with smile

Pure at heart
With colors of hope
She steps into new
Welcoming abode

With promise of love
And care unbound
She enters new life
With chimes around..

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The "Ratna" we had

“ANGEL”, the word in my dictionary means “YOU”. You came so close to our hearts and went away SO far. 22nd July, 2010 -- the day that took you so far away from all of us here. For many many of us here, you had been an epitome of a blend of beauty, talent, style, soberness, geniality and the list goes on..
The “Ratna” we had, has been taken away from us, forever. But I pray for the wellness of Her and her family for the time ahead. Here is a small memoir for Her………………………………….

It was end of 
A summer break
All longing to 
Meet their mates


Standing by the window
Savoring the scene
I was basking
The beauty serene

It was raining
All was green
Seemed there out
Was a wonder screen

Only then 
I heard a crawl
Of the time
That came with a haul

It was my phone
That gave a wawl
I got a text,
“I’m in the  ICU hall…
I’d thought my health
Is a li’l low
Since my reports
Had a normal flow
But this morning
My doctor exclaimed
That my reports
Had got exchanged
I am quivering
Hard with pain
Seems I’ll never
Meet you again! “

It was a blow
My heart sank deep
I wondered why
Time took that leap

I called up her mom
For what went wrong
Sobbing she said
With tears along

That her angel
Is lying on ledge
In an hour
She’ll be under the edge

I said she’ll win
She’ll be alright
I knew she was bold
And she can fight

I prayed for her good
I talked to God
To bring her back
To see her rock

This surgery
A major one
Was a success
To all delight

Few days passed
Her health rolled on
It was great
To hear her grow strong

 But then came
A darker day
When my phone
Rang once again

This was now
The final toll
Time had gulped her
In its roll

It was a message
Harsh and sour
That it was
The darkest hour

She was taken 

All away
Far from us
To all dismay

She was now
On the board
To a new
Heavenly road

I know, my friend
You’re watching us
Watching all 
Your pals mundane

It is all
Empty here
Without you it’s all
Missing and plain

One year has now
Passed so blue
And it’s still hard
To live without you

Sitting back
In a corner there
Your mum still pines
To see you here

O my girl
You do take care
And give her
The strength to bear

You will be missed
You will be loved
For zillions of hearts
You have touched

Wherever by the fate
You were led
May your time
Be better ahead ..

-- In sweet memory of Ratna Gururani, a beloved friend of mine :)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Bucket List

I happened to visit a city hospital a couple of days back. There I saw all grades of people who had come from far and wide. Near the registration counter was a corridor, which was full with poor and underprivileged people from remote villages. They along with their family and luggage were lying down like herds. Pain was scattered all over in the form of grieves and mourns. All this made me really disturbed.  The sight was just poignant enough to make my heart long to fly away and go back to my comfort zone.

My eyes were rolling from one family to the other, when I saw a small girl of about twelve. Looking at her I thought, how rude sometimes god becomes to humanity. The girl was lean and bald. Sitting in a battered frock with her hands clutching her belly, she was yelling with pain. There was an old lady, probably her granny, sitting beside her. Stroking her hand gently against her granddaughter’s head, arms and stomach, she was trying hard to conceal her impuissance. People were passing by, busy with their own troubles. Doctors too were engaged with their schedules. I wished I could be of some help to that child. But it was time. I had to go.

I left the place with a very heavy heart. On my way back home, those pitiful sights were hovering over my head. I could now do nothing more than blame the destinies of those unfortunate people, who are forced into such incapicated situations and in dearth of money, education and power their conditions remain almost stagnant throughout.  Time and again I was comparing our lives to theirs. Not that we never fall ill. But the difference is, we belong to that blessed lot in which the factors like money, awareness etc. almost never come between our health and happiness.

We who have an access to TV, internet, iphones and n number of electronic gadgets, and above all, to fun, freedom and almost everything we can need for a good life, should thank god for the same.

I recently came across a sweet little girl, who was filling her ‘bucket list’. There she had included all that she wanted to do before she died. Topping the list was the wish that she wanted to have the greatest number of Barbie doll collection ever. That was sweet indeed!

While browsing the internet I came across a number of bucket lists. It’s definitely a great idea to have such a list. I too have one. We must feel the beauty of our lives. We must feel that we are not deprived like the ones I mentioned in the beginning. We must feel the gift of life that we have. We must realize the fact that we are the blessed ones. We have just one life. We must learn to love our lives. We must learn never to bring the bruising feelings of hatred, grudge and every such harmful feeling that can stain our colourful lives with dark specks. We must raise a toast and say ‘Cheers’ to our lives.

Let all of us make a bucket list with most beautiful things we want to do before we die. But do not forget to keep the point – I WANT TO LIVE BEFORE I DIE.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

you don't look like a BIHARI !!

How should a Bihari feel at getting a remark as, “Hey you don’t look or sound like a Bihari”. Should he feel elated, as this comment can imply that he is ‘positively’ different from the rest of his Bihari counterparts? Or he should be taken aback by the thought of being belonging to a place which is looked down upon by most of the outer masses?

While I was travelling down to my province from an another state, I heard a conversation wherein a person in banking sector was crying about his so called ‘misfortune’ at being posted recently to HDFC, Patna. “Poor luck!”, said his partner at this.

Let me light upon the fact that world bank has ranked Patna- the capital, as second, only after Delhi, among the best centres to setup a business. In January 2010, the Indian government’s central statistics organization reported that during those financial five years, Bihar’s GDP grew by 11.03%, which made it the second largest growing economy after Gujrat.

In the past few years there has been a steady and a quiet transformation of this region. Ranging from the widening of roads, to better streamlining of traffic, to the emergence of largest growing mobile phone market in India here, to the rapid industrial development, Bihar has collected various such medals which it can easily brag about.

Corruption rate has also declined through past years considerably. With the Nitish Kumar government the land here has witnessed many law and order reforms and has become a much less violence- prone area.Not only this, various big shopping complexes have sprouted speedily in the last few years.

When I returned to my homeland recently after a long time, I was amazed to see the lights and flyovers all around. The development of this place through these years has been quite evident.

But a sad story is, not all are aware of these recent changes of Bihar. The media has always highlighted the dark sides of the place. This has always abetted the outsiders to think ill of it.
Bihar and the Biharis have always been abhorred due to their language, accent and personality. For others, generally, ‘Bihari’ means rickshaw-pullers and the labour class. I have even heard people abusing each other by just saying a non-Bihari, a ‘Bihari’. What the general outer mass fails to realize is that Biharis are one of the most successful professionals and technicians after all. They should not be judged merely by their outer look. And not all of them have a poor appearance.

It’s not that I am writing this as I ought to act as a responsible and a patriotic Bihari, for Bihar is my motherland. I am in fact writing this as these are the crude facts which are rarely discussed.

If someone visits Bihar, he would definitely be delighted to get a warm welcome here. And as far as safety is concerned, Bihar is safe. To be candid, I wouldn’t conceal the fact that few of the remote places here may get disturbed due to some maoist activities, but they are limited to those regions for a very negligible period and shouldn’t tarnish the image of Bihar as a whole.

The lifestyle here is changing. This is again evident by the number of people that voted in the last assembly elections. The proportion of ladies voting has also increased grately. And touchwood, the whole voting process was free of any mishap. If we contrast it to the 2G and the CWG scams, we find that such corruption is not visible here. These facts clearly state that Bihar is changing. It is no more the Bihar of dark times.

As my mind is rolling through these wonderful facts, it is getting harder for me to stop praising my place. But I would end up with a note to my dear readers who might have had a negative perception about this place that it’s time now to change our outlook towards it. No one is to blame in particular for having such a preconceived notion about the place as children have been brought up with such prejudices for Bihar. I don’t say you believe me blindly. But I would surely suggest the non-Biharis to visit the capital city once at the least. And as far as the Bihari accent is concerned, it is true that it is different. But just as the Biharis respect the other cultures, others must also respect this difference with same acceptance.

And next time when someone says me, “Hey! You don’t seem like a Bihari”, I would be more than happy to reply, “Sir, you need to update yourself now. Bihar is no more the land of unsmart figures. It has changed and now possesses many others like me. And I am just an example!”