The Troubled Deep

It was an Afternoon in the early part of the year... Shijo and I had just returned from our visit from a company. to see how our project was moving.. shijo had to go home.. he remembered asking me for windows setup disk.. and the only person who had it was our vulnerable Victim.. and this is how the aforesaid person became the Victim..

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The rain has seemed to seize.. the winds had slowed their pace.. the trees stopped swaying … Achu and I stood still.. The moon light came thought the window almost covering the room.. the light falling seemed red..  the glass had blood splattered all over it..

FeedBack

This has nothing to do with control systems. or any kind of feedback open or closed loop system.. the feedback here.. is the small piece of paper given to any one of us after a session.. to give a feedback..

           I’m sure each one of us might be part of a customer vendor chain where we were either satisfied or very upset in the end of it..  like most of you might have had a bad experience with customer service.. any mobile operator .. or even good.. in the past few months I have learnt that if the experience was good… or even remotely exceptional then make it a point to let the person know about it..  

Damsel in the Bus

I always laughed at pinky for his forte,

To like someone on the way..

Today I was on the way,

 in the middle of the bus I found a seat to play;

A different Spectacle

The time of any festival is a spectacle.. I have enjoyed festivals for many reasons.. religion or just for fun.. it always leaves a memory…

          I got a chance to be part of a different festival .. Durga puja.. Different festival coz it’s the first time I was witnessing it…  and I repeat.. it’s a Spectacle..

I happened to be here at a different time of the year where Monsoon was gonna hit it soon.. but for some reason .. dint seem like a monsoon..  during the course of my training I knew I would get to witness this festival… few I spoke to told I was lucky to be here at this time of the year.. None the less it wasn’t something I was looking forward too..

The Final CountDown

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I looked at the time… “8.30am.. hmmm time to go to work” I said.. I got up from the bench .. the highway had started buzzing with traffic now.. I took a taxi to work…  the day seemed slow.. people having conversations with me.. but I dint seem to hear anything.. people asked me questions.. and all I remember saying “yah.. or sure.. or will do..”  the day seemed to lost its meaning today.. I dint know why I felt this way… was it just that she left.. or was it something deeper?