JLT.....

So, finally I found one more positive thing that social networking sites and blogs have at offer. You can "throw up" at Facebook or tweet about you're state of mind in a quote or write blogs with lots of generic ambivalent elusive statements, which say everything but still nothing. Two points achieved - One, you said that you wanted someone to listen and second, evidently, no one comes to know about it. So great, so fabulous and so very well utlized by so many folks.

End of Chapter Accenture!!!

Accenture for me was a nymphalid butterfly, extremely colorful, vibrant, vivid and astonishingly beautiful. Hovering over the best of the FLOWERS in the garden, it entices everyone to come closer. Anyone who gets to see it starts believing in God's capacity of creating the real beauty. Blessed are those who get a chance to hold it, to feel its existence in their own hands and it leaves a mark on anyone who touches it which they carry with them for long.

For my own reasons I had to open my clasp and the butterfly zipped off! However, I'll definitely carry these colors of Accenture with me, wherever I may go!

Half of you would already know and rest would have guessed it by now. Yes, it was indeed my last day at Accenture! I've spent almost 4 long years of my life here ,starting from the city of dreams - Mumbai to captial city Delhi - intermitently spread across with forays at Columbus US. Each day was a new lesson, a new learning, which tought me the way of living.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank each one of for helping me grow, not only professionally but also as a human.

Sumantra, Venky, Saurabh, Sheetal, Mike and Tony - You guys have inspired me to achieve whatever I've been able to do here. Thanks for being fabulous mentors and most importantly, for giving me what I generally need the most - Freedom.

Sajid, Madhu, Jitesh - You've been a great team mates during the days(and evenings and nights and weekends) of work that we did together.

Richa, Ruchi, Niti, Abhishek, Arvinder, Shikha and many more - A big thanks for being a great friend! Hope we'll share the same camaraderie forever.

I prize the relation that I've shared with each of you.

Please do stay in touch.

AIM : ACNCharan
Gmail : perspexed.vista@gmail.com
Yahoo : ecstatic_charan@yahoo.co.in

Over n Out!

Charan

My Dichotmous Being

Ridden with pain,

burnt in the guilt..

here I am,

so agitated by my dichotomous being.

ruptured into two factions,

I can't see where am going.

One part of me is full of guilt,

and the other inflicted by a wring.

Words loose their meanings,

when the truth unfolds.

What I had been respecting so much,

was not friendship but a feeling so cold.

is she a friend,

if she can't say what she feels,

is she a friend,

if she can't trust that I would listen.

earnest to feelings of true friendship,

I had my ears open.

ready to listen everything,

but nothing is said.

---- Its old n incomplete ---

The Feb 2009 Story!!

Booom..!! Here it comes from the past!!

"So many things have happened through the past one month.... a frnd lost...a new frnd gained....the four exceptionally good days of my life.. a few not so good days..and many bad days..all coupled along.. this feb has been quite eventful...

As I said in my previous blog..I said something to a frn which I shouldn't have otherwise. But was quite hurt to hear that she happened to dislike that and said that to another friend...and unfortunately, obviously for me, the circle got closed. Now, although on one end I know am wrong but on the other end I feel that friendship is based on trust...tell me if u dont like it..am gona do something about it.. anyways, the chapter ends with deletion of a contact. But that guilt will always be alive !

Then the so called new frn... is an old frnd but with new face... I spent four exceptionally good days of my life with her... Enjoyed the four days like anything... spent quite a lot of time with her. defintely couldn't give her a gift on valentine's so did that a few days later.. I could see glitters everywhere ,on her wrist, on her face.. the bracelet shone on her frail wrist and a beautiful smile glittered on her face..

but then came coupled along my not so good days n bad days .... my bad her bad and everyone bad... Not a good thing said or heard..

But everything goes on..!! I am optimistic...there's another set of four days waiting for me somewhere...!"

Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

I bow down! Issues, problems, guilts, weaknesses, despair, rage, desperation & what not but still a lot grit, liveliness, chirpiness, vigour & verve. What is it that's less in you?

I haven't written for anyone since long but you'll be my inspiration today (as well ;-) ).

Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

Vigour, Vitality, love and hope,

Where did all the problems elope?

A smile, that shimmer & that gloss,

With a dark room in your heart completely closed.

That strength, that grit, that sanguinity,

which is inherent your aura.

Wish I had just a part of it,

Wish I could just mock some up.

Seems like I never knew you,

Or may be I just saw a frontage,

I literally feel how small,

are the problems that I've ever faced.

Voice shaking,

Trying hard to hold to the pitch.

glowing amid that little damp patch of tears,

were the green embers in those red orbs.

Oh I sensed everything dear,

I didn't miss a bit.

I guess its true that hard iron has to be red,

before it opens up for another shape.

I knew nothing about you,

And still I had so much of respect.

God, now you can only measure,

how high the fathomless zenith is.

Though am not allowed to utter a word,

but yeah damn afraid,

Not that am getting emotional,

but I do fear a loss that great.

Just Back & Thinking!

It's been a long year for me. Really long indeed! And now that I am at ground zero, the point where I started, I want to close those open ends. I know at the next turn is the same old whirlpool and lots of rapids but I don't want to get caught in them again. I wish to sail free out of it. It's tough to stay away, to keep that distance while still being so close. It's like trying to be normal while your neck is under a hanging sword, like standing in front of a cop with a stash of heroine in your luggage . I wish to shed that luggage (mind you, not just that stash!) and have faith on myself that I'll be able to do it!

All the best dude! :)