The Little Things In Life

We were approaching the end of the financial year, and our Accounts Team was discussing the changes we need to bring about in the new financial year.  I had a little idea that I had long since been mulling over. It had nothing to do with accounts or accounting SOPs whatsoever, but it certainly had something to do with an issue which has long since been very close to my heart - environment. In my own little ways, I try to cut down on my carbon footprints as much as possible, without disrupting the normal routines of a normal life. For example, at work and pretty much everywhere, I try to cut down on the consumption of paper. I print a document only when strictly necessary, avoid taking printed receipts and statements at ATMs, etc.  In fact, if I could have my way, I would totally do away with all kinds of printed  paper work. But since documentation is an integral part of any organizational workflow, that’s not an entirely plausible option. But, now that we...

If there’s one book that I would recommend anyone, anytime, it is  To Kill A Mocking Bird  by Harper Lee. This is no  Dan Brown  where you can’t wait to get to the end, or  Harry Potter  where you are transported to a whole new world of spells and spellbinding magic. This book is just an ordinary collection of everyday things that gradually transpires into something truly extraordinary.  Set in the late 1930s, the story revolves around a man called Atticus Finch and his two children, and is neatly woven around the country life of the fictitious Maycomb County in Alabama, US. The narrative, described by Atticus' daughter aged six, invites us to take a fresh look at the world and visualize it from a child's perspective. It also evokes a certain sense of nostalgia as one could easily reminiscence their childhood. 

A young maid in the wee hours of the morning, Approached a tomb with much grief and bemoaning. She went to visit the Lord she so loved to the core, But Mary Magdalene found not what she came looking for. She ran to Peter and John, full of fears unknown, “They have taken the Lord”, she began to groan. Off went the disciples and saw the empty tomb, Linen on the ground and head-cover rolled in gloom. Mary wept and wept, and then she glanced, Upon two angelic figures in white she chanced. Thence saw a man standing, mistook him for the gardener, Spoke the feisty woman with all strength she could garner - “If you have taken him away, tell me where it is; I will go and remove him” her heart beating amiss. “Mary!” exclaimed the Lord, and upon her it dawned, This is her beloved Rabboni of whom she is so fond. #Easter blessings to all. By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The ...

The treasured memories of our childhood ring, The cold, winter nights and the early spring, Our childish games and the sweet summer sweat, And the autumns that went by without much fret. Innocent chuckles fringed our endless banter, Infinite ease accompanied our reckless candour, Innocuous friendships forged in unsullied virtues, Intimate bonds uncoloured by spiteful hues. But life around us changed as time flew, Our puerile ways we eventually outgrew. Now deceit and pretence catch us unawares, This place is only home to he who truly prepares. #TheLittleThingsInLife #Childhood #Innocence #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story

Anastasia was a little girl who lived in a forest. The big, black baboon was old and wise, and he was Anastasia's closest friend. Every time Anastasia had a problem, she would go to the big, black baboon, and he would just make it disappear into thin air. But one day the big, black baboon went his way, and never came back. Anastasia looked and looked, but found him not. Sad and dejected, she walked along the forest path wondering whom she would go to the next time she was in trouble. As she turned an unfamiliar bend, stumbling over the roots of an old banyan tree, Anastasia fell down.  Sulking and grumbling, she tried to get up, but slipped over the sloppy ground instead, and rolled down into a bush of thorns. Bruised and tattered all over, Anastasia started crying and called out to the big, black baboon for help. But the big, black baboon showed up not. Feeling bereft and deceived, Anastasia sat there quite rooted to the ground. She looked around,...

Sparring sparrows in the morning dew, Waking up the day ever so new. Tiny tots, they rise with the sun, Gabbling away, having endless fun. Chirpy carols in the morning bloom, Lift the veil off the dark night’s gloom. Beckoning the day with a joyous song, They warble at dusk as children play along. The morning mist aloft with their clatter, The sun sinks in their evening chatter. Muses the garden rose what they prattle, What is it through evenings they rattle? #TheLittleThingsInLife #Sparrows #Mornings #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story    An Ode To Innocent Chuckles And Innocuous Friendship

I recently happen to read a newspaper article about some of NASA’s space explorations. As I was reading, it occurred to me that hundreds of thousands of dollars are spent by NASA and other such elaborately funded research organizations in extensive researches aimed at demystifying the realm beyond our earthly boundaries. Information of such mystical quality is highly appreciated by science enthusiasts, and is often received with unquenchable voracity and insatiable curiosity. But as I was reading on, a queer thought came to my mind, and I couldn’t help wondering what's the point of all this after all? I mean what difference does it make to our earthly existence if a certain something from the outer space streaks across the galaxy and crashes into a certain something in its neighbourhood? Or how does the number of moons around Saturn affect our subsistence on our planet? Or how does the  planet  or  not-a-planet  status of Pluto change our lives here on ear...

From the depths of my soul, two voices rise :- One, in every struggle, toughens my resolve, Firm and fervent, it encourages me to evolve. The other leads me to a  vilely world of unrest, Slow and skeptical, it keeps me from my quest. I listen to the former that does me favour, Whilst the other says in vain do I labour. Pushed backwards, I plough on nonetheless, Leave no stones unturned in my efforts relentless. Though there are times I feel I am slow, I listen to the voice that helps me grow. Ever so gently, it reaches out to my soul, Tells me I have the strength to face it all. Not one to give in to the winds that sway, I strive to keep focused and lose not my way. Within me lies the power to turn my life around, From the depths of my soul, I have my voice found. #TheLittleThingsInLife #FindYourVoice #Poetry You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird ...

“Give me blood, and I shall give you freedom”, said Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose while campaigning our country's freedom movement. Somewhere, a few decades down the line, reading it to her class, a teacher pondered, “Give me young minds, and I shall turn the nation around.” Powerful words by a powerful person. It might sound like a tall claim to make, way too far-fetched even, but anyone who has been a teacher, anyone who has ever been influenced by a teacher knows and understands it to be true. It is huge and impactful, and, in no way, an overstatement. PC: WeAreTeachers on Facebook This idea became clearer to me when I myself got a chance to assume the most respectable, the most honourable profession in the world. The love, respect and admiration that I have seen in the eyes of my children (beautiful, lovely children that I doted on, and still do) strongly reinforced in me the idea that I had the power to influence and effect change.  There is a lot a teacher...

Remember the first time you came across the brand Paper Boats? I was first introduced to the brand by an endearing and engaging video I received on WhatsApp featuring a bunch of young adults who refused to let the child in them die. A few more of such videos followed, and then a few months down the line, we were neatly introduced to the very economically priced, interestingly designed tetra packed flavoured soft drinks. I am no marketing professional, but being a fairly intelligent, generally observant kind of a person, I understand this to be an excellent marketing strategy. Their marketing is primarily through the social media and they evoke one of the most beautiful emotions in the world – nostalgia, and you can never go wrong with it. The simple joys of our precious childhood are some of the best things we love to reminisce about – our school, our school friends, the games we played, and, as the company has most beautifully named and captioned its brand, making paper boats an...