In The Might.

In the might,

People forget themselves,

They forget their origin,

They forget their feeling,

Their happiness,

Their love,

Their mojos.

Only doing wrongs and harbouring the past,

Doesn’t bring any good results. To move ahead you need to bright and feel all happiness and bliss around you.



Sought A Referral.

Sought a referral,

For a food recipe,

That was mine.

The recipe was not unique,πŸ”πŸ…πŸ…πŸ…πŸ’πŸ’πŸž

But to make it early in the morning,

The stars dimmed in front of my eyes.

Well that’s a story written short.

The referral was not granted.


Well that’s how things go now,

And yet Ha Ha Ha.




Concepts need to be clear. If it is not, then you are going to fall into a big soup. Concepts are that book of life, which lead the rooster of life, understanding and professionality.

(a+b)2 Β = a2+2ab+b2 is a mathematical formula which we all learn in sixth standard. If the concept about this simple mathematical formula is not clear, then you won’t be to proceed in algebra.

When writing a book, an author has to have the storyline clear in his head, otherwise his/her book will end up in the jumble sale, in Antarctica. Many authors, writers struggle to get a clear vision of their writings, so they often take the help of pseudonymous writers and get the job done.

A chef while preparing his signature dish has the concept clear in his head. He has envisioned the dish and he knows what he wants to present to his patrons. If his concept, idea and thinking are not clear then he would end up making a disaster instead of a top notch dish.

Concept and conceptualization are two very vital part of human understanding and life.

If you have conceptualized a thing, then know that, it has to be clear in our mind, other wise you would have a lot of trouble moving ahead with it.

To begin with any idea, it is necessary for the maker to be in the know of it. Most conceptualized things end up in the bin. Others pick it up and move ahead in their lives.

Do give your bright and good ideas a try. Who knows maybe, it would turn into gold.



An Evening With A Beautiful Apple Pie.

Ma had made four apple pies. They were mouthwateringly beautiful. From the moment she took it out of the oven, I couldn’t control myself.

I kept on pleading with Ma.

Ma when shall we be having those pies?

Ma replied-“In thirty minutes.”

I- “Ma, can’t I have them now?”

Ma-“Let them cool a bit.”

I felt a bit let down and grumpily sat down on the sofa.

Then like a magician, Ma brought a big apple pie on a plate and placed it on the table.

“Ma is it for me?” I asked Ma. Ma replied-“Yes”.

You couldn’t have guessed my happiness as I had that apple pie.

That evening I didn’t do anything. Simply kept on thinking about apple pie.

That apple pie was everything to me and still is. It was scintillatingly beautiful.Ma has again promised to make some more apple pies very soon.