The ghost of a New Year Resolution



It’s here again. What should I do? Oh my God! it’s happening again. What you may ask? Of course! the beginning of the YEAR. What comes at the beginning of the New Year….uumh…aaa….ok…”NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS”. I guess the question that everyone is asking these days or probably a month back was “What is your new year resolution?”A few days back even I was asked the same question.

Let’s just say, that I’m not a very big fan of New Year resolutions. It’s difficult to keep up with them. I don’t know about you, but it’s too much work for me. Although, I like the spirit that goes in the making of “THE NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS”. Some people are just so excited about it; and the others don’t care at all.

Well! I fall somewhere in the middle category, because I like to see the others making the resolutions; and sometimes would happily support them. They are all pumped up with the excitement and enthusiasm. So, what goes in the making of it? First comes the list. Then you check if the list is too long or not, if it is then you just scratch away a few from the list. Then, you hit the panic button when the calendar hits 1st of January. You are aware of the list, you are aware of it all the time as if some eye is watching you. You may carry on for a few days (in the spirit of enthusiasm), may be weeks or maximum a few months (which is very rare).

I’ve hardly heard anyone saying,”Oh! This is my resolution for this year?” towards the end of year.The whole point is why trouble yourself and later feel guilty or ashamed. If you feel nothing that’s good I would say. I had kept it once, but the burden of not staying faithful to my own list was very hard. I can say it was like a ghost lurking behind me. And every time I broke my resolution, I felt that I’ve cheated myself. It’s good to cheat on self because you are able to do both: justify and feel guilty. The result is: the scale is balanced.

New Year is the time to party hard, welcome the year which is to come and stay and say bye to the old year. The brief moment where in you decide your resolutions should be kept for enjoying with your friends or family. After all you cannot celebrate New Year every day.


Chosen for two awards


Let me start, by apologising for the delay in the post. Well, you could think that the Christmas preparations would have kept me busy, that is a valid reason. However, I would like to add another reason for lagging behind. I’m a little new to blogging and after reading through the posts of other nominees, fellow bloggers and of course after doing a little research on Google I found that being nominated here means you are awarded. So, I got the notification and was happy but I shouted “YIPPEE!”, only after reading this somewhere “If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded too”.

There couldn’t have been a better way of getting a better gift for Christmas than getting nominated/awarded by my fellow blogger for two awards. I’ll like to thank Sheen Meem who nominated me for  “The Versatile Blogger Award” and  “The Dragon’s Loyalty Award” . I’d also like to thank her for finding time to read my blog and showing her love for my work in such a humble and generous way. The link to her blog is: I found her through Daily Prompts and like to read her blog.


I found out that the rules for both the awards are the same. They are as follows:

Display the  Award Certificate on your website.

Announce your win with a written post and link to whoever presented your award.

Present 15 awards to deserving bloggers.

Drop them a comment to tip them off after you have liked them in the post.

Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

There is no greater joy than sharing, so I would like to pass on the awards and nominate these bloggers.

Kirstan @

Dennis @

bubblewrappedkitty  @

Paul @

Mandy @

April @

S. Thomas Summers @

I’ve always enjoyed the posts of these bloggers. The writing styles of each one varies and is engaging. I hope you also enjoy!

Now here I go with 7 facts about me:

I prefer tea to coffee and can have tea any number of times in a day.

I’m addicted to reading and a daily dose of half an hour is compulsory.

I love pets but I don’t have any.

When upset,sad or depressed I like to cook.

I don’t like wasting food.

I respect all humans and things alike.

I like winters than summers.

Again a big thanks to Sheen and congrats to those who are nominated.

Match made at the desk


Inspired to write when the writers didn’t have a friend named Google and helpful gadgets like iPhone, computers and laptops. All they had were thick dictionaries, books and newspapers to get help from (and of course people).

The year would be somewhere around early 1800’s. A time when the writers would have used the old method of writing; when the typewriters were soon to be invented and laptops were far beyond anyone’s imagination (and even if introduced to the “then” people would seem like a magic box).

The writer sat at his desk. There were many things on the desk a pen stand with a bunch of pens and pencils, a pair of glasses, a steaming coffee mug, lying next to it was an ink bottle and right at the centre was a pile of blank sheets.

The writer had been sitting there for an hour uninterrupted, until George served him a cup of coffee. All his observations and thoughts were being marinated in his mind bowl. Then suddenly he was drawn to the vapours of the coffee and smell the aroma of hot coffee made his brains tick a little faster than before. He thought it must have been his domestic help George, who would have kept that mug on the table for him. He also realized the hour in the clock as it must have been 6 o’clock in the evening (he has always had coffee at this time in the evening).

After sipping the coffee, his mind started racing like a horse. The ideas started visiting his mind from the gallery of his observations. Soon before he could forget he took the pen and started to paint the picture with words onto the sheets of blank papers.

Scratching the words, tearing the pages and throwing the sheets the untidiness had spread its hands from the desk to across the room. The writer was equally frustrated as he was missing something that he could only sense but not put to words.

In the meanwhile, there was something else that was happening amidst the chaos. The pen filled with ink was still standing like a gentleman to hold the hand of his bride to be in white sheet, but the luck was not playing strong for them. Too many times they were engaged and broken off (the papers lying on the floor suggesting their unsuccessful relationship).

The writer couldn’t take it any more. He went to the park. There he became a silent observer of people, trees, flowers, sky, dogs and other small and big thing at the park. He sat on a bench and inhaled some fresh air. Something just struck him and he ran back home like a mad dog. He went to the desk and took out his pen. This time he knew it, the feeling was wonderful, strong…. something heavenly.

The pen was ready to kiss the bride. The blue ink oozing out strongly, bled its heart out all across the white paper. They now saw their future shaping up as the writer was writing across the pages. The marriage was successful what started as few sheets had now become a successful booklet of stories.

The writer had managed to give his feelings and observations some words. He was finally able to make a “match made in heaven” or to say match made at his desk.

Price of a heart


Long had I waited to seal a deal

Long was he gone; and long was I sad.

Someone came along the way,

Asked me,”how good is your heart?”

Less did I know it was a trap.

Weakly I answered it is good to go.

“How far will you go for your loved one”, he asked.

I guess further than he has gone.

He showed me the picture of my loved one.

He asked me, “What would you do to be a part of the picture?”

How clever was he, dressed in disguise.

I mistook him as a slave, for he was the master of the world.

I promised him my heart for the love of my soul.


The master had played the trick well.

Only later I found, the soul was no longer his.

My baby was no longer innocent,

He was just a slave to the master.

Treacherous, deceiving, conniving master had taken my heart for his soul.

I deserved what I got the soul for my heart.

The master smiled at his victory;

My priceless heart had now become painless too.


The poem tells about a lady who has lost her baby. The devil comes with a deal and asks for her heart and promises her the soul of the child. It seems to her that her baby is happy; and she seals the deal with him. When she actually meets her baby she finds that he is no longer innocent but turned like the master (for he was staying in his world and has learnt his traits). Now she can’t complain as she got what she had asked for. Thus she understands that her priceless heart had now turned painless too as she is not affected to see her child change being something/someone different.

I’m getting late



I could see the tears roll out of her eyes,

I had a handkerchief in my hand that I could not lend.

“How could he not be here?” was her thought.

Less did she know that he was already there.

He tried to comfort her, but he was hardly noticed.


He had told his friend,” How happy I’m today.”

He stormed out of the house;

Shouting and waiving at his friend,” I’m getting late”.


For late he was at his own wedding, as everyone thought.

He said,” I’m here let’s begin the wedding.”

He went before the mirror to check his bow as nobody would do it for him.

Standing before the mirror he looked at himself soaked in blood.

He did realize that he was late; for he is never going to make for this wedding.



When I first saw this guy ( not the one above) at office I just thought, “Who is he?” Then sometime later we were introduced, and I got to know that he had joined our team as a Training Manager. After few months we became good collogues.

Very soon my collogue had a very tired look on his face. From talking to him I gathered that he was working three jobs for one. As a training manager he was required to train and delegate the other trainers other than that he was also required to go in for sales meetings and then design and develop the contents.

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I asked him, “Then why don’t you look for something else?”

To this he simply answered,” I have been looking for something for the past one year. This is still better than my previous job and they are paying me more.”

Then why are you sad,” I asked.

I’m not sad I’m just a bit tired because my “to do list” doesn’t decrease by the end of the day it just increases,” he said.

After few weeks I ran into him. He looked happier.

“What’s the matter you look happier than earlier, have they increased your pay or given you an assistant?” I inquired.

He just smiled and said, “No I’ve got used to it now. I’m multi-tasking like all.”

I guess he was right. We all are multi-tasking these days whether given a choice or not.


Whenever I seen him now the image of “SUPERMAN” pops into my head. I just hope that I don’t start singing- Superman, superman, superman. (As far as it is in my head I’m ok with it but not out loud).

As a child, superman was always my favourite action hero. Apart from the catchy jingle I was attracted to the strong jaw line and powerful muscles of the SUPERMAN.

Now I’ve understood that you don’t need a catchy jingle or a good physique or even his body clinging dress with “S” written on it to be a superman. (You would be happy to know that these days he has changed his looks from average looking to charismatic. He doesn’t need his blue and red dress with “S” inscribed on it. He could appear in a formal suit or pair blue jeans with a T-shirt of his choice. You would be happy to know that he has changed his gender too it is no longer he it could be a she as well. The reason why I say so is because everyone (men or women) is multi-tasking these days and therefore to me seems to be “my action hero-SUPERMAN”. Whether at home or work everyone is multi tasking. You are not given an option to choose from you just have to do it.

In this fast forwarded life of ours, if it’s not the will and strong determination of a superman that keeps us going, then who or what is it? Unlike the superman we are also ready to protect our family (both at work and home), build our houses and company and keep the bad guys at bay (in office and at home).

Therefore, I salute the SUPERMAN in each and every person of this generation .

Nelson Mandela- the strength of his nation

Nelson Mandela: a true visionary, a great leader, a great speaker, an optimists. He was a diamond with different facets that shone its light across the world.He was a father of his nation. As his nation and the world mourns at the loss of such a great personality, I truly pay my respect to him.

May his soul rest in eternal peace. I’ve just gathered a few quotes of this remarkable person that 21st century has ever produced.



“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin or his background or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”


“Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”


“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”


“A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.”


“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”


“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”


“Lead from the back — and let others believe they are in front.”


“The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”


“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”


“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.”


“Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.”


“I am the captain of my soul.”


Survival…a basic human instinct


Survival and struggle have always been a part of human lives. I guess it wouldn’t be wrong to say that survival and struggle go hand in hand. We have always struggled in order to survive. The nature of these two could be different; however, the message is only one- to instil in us our survival instincts.

I remember when I was may be 20 yrs old and wanted to be independent (the whole idea was to have pocket money from working). I was glad to have found a job as a teacher in a nearby school. For the first time in my life I was going to do something without anybody’s help.


How did I feel?

I guess I was ready to fly (of course with invisible wings). The first day was just about okay, with the introduction and allotment of the classes. None of it really made a difference (at least for now), as the spirit in me kept me high.

A few days got over and my spirit was getting shattered. I didn’t know how to deal with the kids. The kids really admired me (they always admire a fresh face, I guess). However, I found it difficult to manage the class.

Any ways, I kept on going. I was not ready to sink, so I kept on struggling in order to survive. I wanted to work but within 21 days I was out of the school.

It had happened, as one day the principal had summoned me to his office. He handed me an envelope. I feared that it would have a letter, and if so what about my pay. But the silence was broken soon enough, when he said,”This is your payment for 21 days. You are not a good teacher; maybe you could try somewhere else.”

Oh! I couldn’t feel a thing. Needless to say after such a good feedback I was depressed. I started to think; I’m such a failure that I couldn’t even do what others of my age were doing so easily. Then I thought, of course they could be doing what I failed at and maybe I’m meant to do something that they won’t be doing.


After sometime I became a soft skills trainer. The first time I got the opportunity I did remember what the principal had told me. The dialogue had made a haunting impression, and it made my feet tremble a little to walk towards the new opportunity. But I wanted to struggle, and I did survive.

Today I’m happy being a trainer. The people really like my training. Most of them walk up to me and say that the training has made a difference in their lives. It sure does make me happy to know that I could help someone in some aspect of their lives.

Today and always I’ll be thankful for the situation that once inflicted pain in me. It also helped me to struggle and swim and not to be prey to depression or hurt of what others believe of me. It taught me to survive and be strong and believe in me that I could not only swim but reach a shore triumphantly.



Fear of failure, will prevent you from victory

Fear of falling, will prevent you from flying.

Fear of distress, will prevent you from hoping.

Fear of speaking, will prevent you from being heard.

Fear of not making an impression, will prevent you from making a lasting impression.

Fear of learning, will prevent you from evolving.

Fear of planning, will prevent you from becoming a visionary.

Fear of listening, will prevent you from knowing the truthful facts.

Fear of losing, will prevent you from gaining.

Fear of risking, will prevent you from investing.


Fear of creativity, will prevent you from innovation.

Fear of fearing, will prevent you from the freedom of thoughts, words and actions.

Fear of most of the things, will prevent you from living your life.

Fear of enjoying, will prevent you from living your life.