The Magnetic Pen

It usually happens with many of us that we try to find solutions to overcome the challenges that we face in life and emerge stronger for that time, only to forget later in life the very trick that gave us strength in our moment of weakness. So, when something similar happens again, you feel that I have already overcome this obstacle before and wonder, then why am I not able to do it again? For this reason, this post had been long pending since ages, when I first realized how important it is to embrace the events happening in my life in order to live peacefully, to think clearly and to act courageously in every situation life throws at me.  It's better late than never. I got the push to give words to my thoughts on this blog post when I recently came across a latin phrase "AMOR - FATI" which translates to " Love of one's Fate " in English. We are often told that our greatest assets are willpower, decision-making and discipline. It’s also what we ...

"I want to Write" There is so much on mind, But difficult to express in words; (I) Picked a paper, picked a pen, And ready with a pair of nerds. (I) Sat on the desk, relaxed the legs, Fingers clicked, ink kissed the nib; Big efforts to write hungry letters, Brought a bowl of snacks and drinks to sip. (I) Thought write this and thought write that, Oh, my! my! Look (I) am yawning so hard; (I) Kept aside the nerds and thought for a while, With drowsy eyes, here (I) am a sleeping bard. And then, "I want to Write" again. Finally, after a long time, I have written something. It feels good to be able to express yourself in words. It feels wonderful when your thoughts find way from your head into the blank sheet of paper, which can be shared with everyone. And it feels great to be able to tell the world that you feel great. Peace :)

A little birdie told me The secret of true love: The one that’s in front of me And another up above. One soul in two bodies, And two minds in a soul; The bodies will perish sometime, Soul plays the eternal role. The soul is one, Just one for the world, But faces strange apart; No matter how many faces play, They all play the same part. The force that binds The world together, In a garland of lovely Red roses forever; The friendship with you Is the true calling for me, And this is the answer That changes I to we. Change is the only constant Experiences the universe. The tune that binds our hearts Sing the same verse. You don’t know someone Until you‘ve been their friend. Friendship – not just to show But to the core and till the end. Love is nothing special But friendship from the heart. That special someone is not me or you But the divine maker Who’s the smartest of all. When you love some...

To read PART 1  "Click Here" To read PART 2  "Click Here" To read PART 3  "Click Here" “May I come in, Sir?” I peeked in the interview room. A man in his mid-thirties was talking on phone. Looking at me, he waved his hand asking me to wait for five minutes. Then he continued his call, walking from one end of the room to the other. The room had computers lined up in its periphery. In the centre was a partition, on either side of which there was a big table with two chairs placed facing each other. The other partition was occupied by a pair of an interviewer and a prospective candidate. ‘What if I couldn't answer a question? What if the interviewer asks me something I don’t know? What if I get rejected? What if…’, a train of thoughts had just left the platform and it’s driver had no idea where it would stop. “What happened?” Someone pulled the chain. I turned back. It was Mr. French cut. “He asked me to come after five minutes and ...

To read PART 1  "Click Here" To read PART 2  "Click Here" I resisted my desire of talking to him. ‘Focus Aisha…Focus’, I told myself,’ Focus on the interview darling’. I tried to flush my RAM and refill it with the useful technical content which I would need once in front of the interviewer. Garbage in, Garbage Out. ‘Go back to the resume’. Really! “Which year are you in?” I broke the ice. “Third year, Mechanical Engineering”, he was prompt enough to reply with a smile. A smile can do wonders. It is infectious and it infected me too. The anxiety eased out. The nervousness…err… well, what does this word mean? Does it even exist? Where was I? What was I doing there? This is what Mr. French cut’s smile was doing to me. “May I sit there beside you?” he asked me politely. “yeah…sure!” I smiled looking down on my resume.  My mind entered in a duel with itself. ’Okay, so I am good with C, C++, shell scripting….umm…let me ask him about hi...