Navigating Solutions and Darkness

What words a-wasted lie  As I fight for breath and sleep  What silence chokes the air  As a war is fought/ Twixt  Bad choices/ No win in sight  Branded either way  No patience lies  And fear is in the air  Exhaustion/ Short drop Sudden stop/ End of line  Temptation curves/ The edge  Of my vision blurring  Easy enough/ To lay back, let It pass/ But be! Good citizen Good employee/ Even though  Your contributions go Up in smoke/ Now be! The right thing, the right thing Be! Derided though you tried As melody rolls through  I feel knots relaxing/ Eyes  Closing/ Sympathy and love  Flowing by/ And I with it  Yet here/ Dark seeds  Of guilt flowering/ Taking root  Growing tall/ Enough to rip  Through my brain/ Turn  Eyes jellylike/ I pray  That pain does recede/ Pray That certainty does return

Dust from fire/ Settling  Hunched over shadows weak And dwindling/ Twist out  Of Fate's grasp/ Betrayed By mine own flesh/ By bones  Too weak to stand/ These eyes  In them shone the light  Of cruelty/ These lies  Turned to matter here to stay  This grasping blue skin  The aftermath  Of dust from fire 

Shadows/ On the side Vengeance on wheels/ Barrelling  Down the road/ A crash A do-over/ Ensure the job Is done/ The pole falls  Cut in two/ Blue lightning racing  Down on a collision Course with Fate  A wretched scream  Death rides In desperate fingers  Fiery flames billowing/ Outward From a sunflower core of ash  Eyes snap/ Wave aside it's time  Shine/ As a new star  Hanging in the heavens/ Burning  Alive for all time  Wait! Even though it's time  To explore a new world/ Created  In my image/ Wait! Nagging  Pitifully/ This hero past  His hill/ Toothless and decrepit  Arrogant challenge? Plaintive Cry/ Return to your hag Nothing awaits you here/ But death  

I need a vacation from that vacation. I need a vacation from the masochism, from the to-do lists, from the constant buzzing of my brain. I need a vacation from all the calls, from all the nightmares, from all the shapes of the dreams I would rather not see again. I need a vacation from ideologies. From studies. From work. From creepy dudes. I need a vacation from monsters and traitors. 

Organisation:  Collective group of persons engaged in pursuing specified objectives. May be formal or informal.  Formal Organisation Structure:  Structure of jobs and positions with defined functions and relationships. This type of organization is built by management to realize the objectives of an enterprise. Can be classified as under: Line organization  Functional Organization  Line and staff organization  Project Management Organization  Matrix Organization  Line Organization:  Oldest pattern of organization.  Line functions refer to those employees who have direct responsibility for accomplishing the objective of the enterprise.  A supervisor exercises direct supervision over a subordinate and authority flows from the person at the top to the person at the lowest ring  Also known as military or scalar type of organization. It benefits from unified control and undivided loyalty, therefore gaining d...

Mausam ney lee angdaayi aayi aayi Lehraake barkha phir chaayi chaayi Jhoka hawa kaa aayega aur yeh diya buj jaayega Silsila yeh chaahat ka na maine bujhne diya...(2) Oh piya yeh diya naa bujha hai naa bujhega Mere chaahat ka diya mere piya ab aaja re mere piya Oh mere piya ab aaja re mere piya...(2) Is diye sang jal raha mera rom rom rom aur jiya Ab aaja re mere piya oh mere piya ab aaja re mere piya Faasla tha doori thi faasla tha doori thi  Tha judaai kaa aalam intezaar mein nazrein thi  Aur tum wahan the tum wahan the tum wahan the Jhilmilaatey jagmagaatey khushiyon mein jhoom kar Aur yahan jal rahe the hum...(2  Phir se baadal garja hai garaj garaj ke barsa hai Ghoom ke toofan aaya hai par tujhe bujha nahin paaya hai Oh piya yeh diya chaahe jitha sathey tujhe yeh saawan Yeh hawa aur yeh bijliyaan Oh mere piya ab aaja re mere piya..(2) Dehko yeh pagli deewani duniya se hai yeh anjaani Jhoka hawa ka aayega aur iska piya sang laayega Oh piya ab aaja re mere piya S...

Written June 4, 2017, at Feminist Quill Title: The Fiery Heart Author:  Richelle Mead Year of Publication:  2013 Series: Bloodlines #: 4 Goodreads Rating (Avg.): 4.41 Goodreads Rating (Mine):  4 Spoiler Alert Plot Description:  As Sydney's sister Zoe is assigned as her partner on the Palm Springs assignment, Sydney finds her instinct to bond with her sister warring with her need to keep her new relationship with Adrian a secret. She continues to work towards finding a magical means of breaking the bond of compulsion used by the Alchemists on all their agents, and must keep from making any mistakes that might end with her sent back to Alchemist 're-education'. Although Mead meant for this series to have two narrators from the start, The Fiery Heart  is the first book to actually implement that plan. The first chapter takes place from Adrian's POV, and the POVs alternate between the two protagonists after that. For someone who'...

This is a bad phase  I tell the pair of round  Trusting eyes/ Staring back at me  I don't even know  If I said it out loud  But I hope he understood me  I hope/ Like he has a choice  Just a bad phase, I say As blood congeals on the floor  Suspicious bits of litter  Forming him an obstacle course  A bad phase/ Of broken shards  Of glass lying forgotten  In the no-fly zone/ Twice already  I've cut myself on them  As I tried to charter  Just a simple daily flight  Of fancy/ a bad, bad... The doors are shut  Tight, securely locked/ The smell inside  Is unbearable/ But we don't dare  Open a window for fear  Of what might escape/ Stop Trying to break that door down  With your hard, square head We don't need- / Too late  The screaming starts/ I rush  To slam the door/ Push  A chair against it/ The screaming  Will never stop/ Fueling Fla...

Written September 24, 2010 Once upon a time...  (no, not in Mumbai)  the hands of uncertainty marched sternly around the face of time. Nowadays (yes, in Bangalore), it's  tiny black digits  that keep changing inexorably on the green face of my watch. Keeping time to an uncertainty that began its dance three journeys before. Journeying along the same dark road, where long, long ago (no, not in a far, far away land) this tale of insanity began to unfold. The rain strikes my face, dealing blows to my ego I would have thought impossible a few months ago. I wonder to myself, and to the cold wind that bites through the wet clothes and down to my skin. I wonder whether leniency may not be my worst concern. I wonder whether or not I'm being untrue to the ideals I set for myself along the way. It's hard to let go of those things I treasure, because that's the way I see myself. Too bad the rest of the world doesn't agree with my opinion. But who am I kidding?...

A process whereby the relevant facts are collected and analyzed, the assumptions and premises are made for the future. In light of these assumptions and premises, a plan of action believed necessary to achieve the desired results is visualized and formulated. It involves choosing the proper course of action from among alternatives and calls for decision making. All other functions of management depend on planning. Furthermore, management is a dynamic process and therefore so is planning - the process is continuous in light of overlapping functions and changing environment. Importance: Makes personnel conscious of enterprise objectives Leads to economy in operations   Precedes control  Precious managerial instrument to provide for the future  Influences efficacy of other managerial functions  Types of Plans: Business plans - a formal statement of: largely enforced business goals the reasons why they are believed attainable  the plan for reachi...

Nabhatun aali apsara Nabhatun aali apsara Asi sundara saaj sazpunna Aali aali aali Aali ga aali.. Kesa madhi maandla gajra Lokachya nazra khilya tichyavar Aali aali aali.. Duniyachi pyaari tu Agrani harni ga Agrani sundaraa ha ha.. Aali ga aali Aali ga aali Aali ga aali Oh maharani aali.. Aga ga ga ga… Nazar jo teri laagi main deewani ho gayi Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi Mash’hoor mere ishq ki kahaani ho gayi Jo jag ne na maani toh maine bhi thaani Kahaan thi main dekho kahaan chali aayi.. Kehte hain ye deewani mastani ho gayi Mash’hoor mere ishq ki ye kahani ho gayi Jo jag ne na maani toh maine bhi thaani Kahaan thi main dekho kahaan chali aayi.. Kehte hain ye deewani mastani ho gayi Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi Zakham aisa tune lagaya Deewani, deewani, deewani, deewani ho gayi Marham aisa tune lagaya Ruhaani, ruhaani, ruhaani, ruhaani ho gayi Pehchaan mere ishq ki ab toh Pehchaan mere ishq ki ab toh Rawaani, rawaani, rawaani, rawaani ho gayi Ho.. mash’hoor mere...

Soon this will feel like a distant dream. Until then, may you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber. - Elise, Westworld Soft as the fabric falls over my skin, I can't help but think this is how it should be - the only way it can be.  Happiness, true happiness, is easily enough captured when you know where to look. And yet a shadow by my side reminds me, forever, that there is more to happiness than simply being happy.  I found my happiness in an ocean of tears, and I was content to drown in it. I found joy in a mirage, laughter in silence, love in the shadow of a grave. I slipped, I fell, I closed my eyes and found what felt true. Hard, cold math comes to my rescue, and I bid it go away. Hie from here, dark fiend, come to burst bubbles and dreams.  Tilt your head back, slip, slip into the spilled wishes. All the how I wishes, flitting from one pool of sunlight to another. How I, How I, How I wish I could fly. How I wish I'd never hurt again. How I w...

The night rushes past  Unconcern/ Filling every breath  Of wind/ In my hair  These familiar roads  Dark and silent/ masking  What I fear the most  These shops loom tall/ Shadows  Of memory lengthened/ Many miles  Behind them lying/ These posts could tell Tales of what I seek/ And wish  Never to find/ I choose  Not to ask/ I cringe  Before the wind/ I hide  And close my eyes/ I pray  They will never find me again  This city has been burned to ashes  In my mind/ This city died  But I have no home  Left to go/ Have nowhere  To turn to now/ I must  Snoop/ And pray I'm hidden  Must shy/ Away  From joy unbidden  On that road lies pain unfolded/ Pain  Untold in a thousand knives/ Pain  Unending in a million lives 

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and... I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you could say "sabotage" I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from She's not a saint And she's not what you think She's an actress She's better known For the things that she does on the mattress Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys On the playground won't make you many friends She should keep in mind She should keep in mind There is nothing I do better than revenge She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling She t...

Written September 22, 2010 A familiar brick road stretches out at my feet. It leads so far I can scarce see where. It's lined by cotton candy, so I know I hate it already. And goats stare at me from the roadside. Small wonder it's boring. I started off with a purse of gold. Now it's just a penny left. Not enough for a spicy chicken pizza. Not even pepsi, coz that's against my diet. I started off with a Heart of Smiles. And everynight I curl into a place I can never go, somewhere I can never be. It's an illusion, a dream, an angel smiling out at me through the clouds. Maybe that's why I grasp at it, like the child that wants the moon. But when I was a child, I didn't want the moon. I was sensible enough to know what it was, to know that it would be too much for me to handle. I can't help giving, it comes naturally to me. I can't help hurting, it comes naturally to giving. I can't help talking, because the angst rises up in rebellion at t...

Written January 13, 2016, posted on Feminist Quill Title: The Indigo Spell Author:  Richelle Mead Year of Publication:  2013 Series: Bloodlines #: 3 Goodreads Rating (Avg.): 4.43 Goodreads Rating (Mine): 4 Spoiler Warning Plot Description:  Having kissed Adrian once, Sydney is now struggling with the realization that she might perhaps return his feelings, even as she continues to follow up on leads that hint towards corruption within her organization, the Alchemists. She also finds herself in danger thanks to a mysterious serial killer witch who is tracking down young magic users and draining them of life and power. The Indigo Spell  begins on a hilarious note: This wasn't the first time I'd been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I'd been subjected to such a personal line of questioning. "Are you a virgin?" "Huh?" I rubbed my sleepy eyes, just in case this was all some sort of bizarre dream t...

The need for management arises because to maintain effectiveness alongside minimum adverse consequences, group efforts are properly organized, directed and coordinated. The group of people who accept the responsibility of running an organization and directing its activities form the management of that organization. Objectives of management: Achieving maximum output with minimum effort optimum use of resources  maximum prosperity  human betterment and social justice  Schools of management: Empirical approach: Understanding of management develops from the study and analysis of cases and from a comparative approach.  Interpersonal Behaviour Approach: Study of management should be based on interpersonal relations. Group Behaviour Approach: Closely related to the interpersonal behaviour approach, but centred on studying the behavioural pattern of members and groups in an organization.  Decision Theory Approach: Rational decision making is the ...