Wednesday, August 26, 2015

लुका छिपी

लुका छिपी का खेल बहुत पुराना
आज फिर याद आया बीता वो जमाना 
कैसे हम पकड़ लेते थे छिपने के लिए एक कोना
और गिनती खत्म होने से पहले पकड़ लेते थे किसी दूसरे का कोना
एक, दो, तीन  .... आ जाऊँ ???
नहीं ! नहीं ! अभी नहीं
मै तो आ रहा हूँ !

यह सुनते ही छोटा सा कोना बन जाता एक कुआँ
समां लेता अपने अंदर एक के ऊपर एक सन्नाटा 

श s श s श ....
हू.... हाउ.... हू....
पता चल गया... कहाँ छिपे हो 
श s श s श ....
पकड़ लिया !

और सन्नाटा बन जाता तू - तू मै - मै का अखाड़ा

तेरी वजह से पकड़े गए...
जा अब तेरी बारी ...
एक, दो, तीन ... आ रहा हूँ
दस तक गिन पूरा .. आती एक आवाज़ 

पसर जाता फिर सन्नाटा और आती भूतिया आवाज़ 
चलती रहती यह लुक छिपी 
जाने कितने कोनो में
फिर सुनी आज यह दबी कहानी 
धूल चाटते कोनों की ज़ुबानी 

 --- सुरभि बाफना


Friday, August 14, 2015

Book Review - S.O.A.R

About the Book
Title: S.O.A.R Success Over Adversity Reigns
Author: Abir Mukherjee
Publisher: Frog Books 
ISBN: 978-93-52013-24-1
No. of Pages: 161
Price: 125 INR
Genre: Fiction
About the Author
Abir Mukherjee was born and brought up in Bardhaman, a small town of West Bengal. He is currently based in USA having completed more than 8 years as an IT professional. He has completed B.E. in computer science and engineering in 2005 and started working in different software MNCs. ‘S.O.A.R’ is his second novel. Blackbuck Publication has published his first novel, ‘As Life Has No Undo’.

He loves to sketch and write in spare time. He writes to entertain people, not to teach them how to live life, how to be successful in life or any other philosophical lessons. 

The Cover Speaks
The blue-green cover of the book with three male silhouettes sitting under the sky with twinkling stars depicts of their inner selves  pondering over their dreams. The upside down angel-like shadows of each of them try to say 'SOAR'. Fly high ,when you have wings. Afterall wings of dreams gives you the strength to soar high as you wish to.

“Frustrated with their current jobs, Uday, Adhyayan, and Rajasekaran team up to start an innovative business, non-existent in India until then. Ignoring all pragmatic aspects of life, they chase their dreams with immense pleasure. However, their journey is no cakewalk, as they confront financial crisis and rejections soon. Uday plays a business trick to triumph over that uninfluenced market; it works initially, but soon boomerangs, blowing the team apart. The police arrests Uday accusing him of illegal activity by his organization.

Were there any blemishes in their plan or was it just a typical Indian market, reluctant to accept an un-experimented concept? Will they be successful in implementing their innovation, staking their hard earned money, stable jobs, relationships, and life?

‘S.O.A.R is the story of chasing a dream, quandary between desire and responsibility, friendship and love.

Join the gutsy journey of three young entrepreneurs. ”

Book Review
The author being an IT professional has set the beginning of the story amidst an unsatisfactory job life which pays you hefty but keeps you aloof from your life.  The story starts from Newark, US ( yes, that's the name of a city, don't confuse it with New York) and finds its roots rooted back in Bangalore, India. An abrupt phone call,rather say voice message, on a hectic day urges Adhyayan to immediately fly back to his very own city, Bangalore. The things have changed a lot after he went but have they really changed? 

SOAR is a story of three colleagues Adhyayan, Uday and Rajasekaran who wish to jump into the trending startups world. They have an idea and a plan to execute it but nothing is so apparent. They take baby steps, stumble at first but hold each others' hand to launch their dream site. Besides, sinking day and night into their dream project, they start veering away from their personal life. Shrishti, Adhyayan's wife foresees their relationship shrinking to office only. She tries to make a balance but things don't fall in place and she takes a stern step. Other fellow Rajasekaran falls in love with an outrageous spoilt rich girl, Sneha and fears of their caste difference. While the mastermind Uday keeps himself away from all the woos to nurture his dream project.

Amidst all the success, an expansion to their dream site causes the team to break apart. Uday gets under the net of legal proceedings against him because of false charges. Will his two partners come to his rescue spitting out the bitter animosity. What will happen to their dream project. Will it too end or will thrive? Will Shrishti and Sneha proceed for a happy life with the young strivers? And how Uday will come clear of all the charges against him? Find the answers to all these questions with a light read of SOAR. 

The story can ignite young entrepreneurs who strive to flourish their idea. The familiar places of Bangalore keeps one engaged and the plot at the end to search for the traitor keeps the reader engrossed. So carry a copy of the book in your flight/bus/train and soar with the S.O.A.R.

My Rating


Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Amazing My Airtel app

Do you have an android smartphone? Do you have Airtel network connection? If yes, then download the new My Airtel App to make your smartphone more smarter. 

Chhan, Chhan, Chhan,Chhan !
Shake your smartphone for exclusive offers from Airtel!

Airtel has introduced its new app for all the android users to make them appreciate it all the more.
The app is not only user-friendly but it keeps buzzing with cool exclusive offers all the time.

Here are its top three features:

1. Recharge Anywhere , Anytime for Everyone

You can easily pay all the bills from mobile to landline to DTH with My airtel app at just a click. Also, you can pay the bills of your entire family with it. Isn't it cool!

2. Surprise Coupons

Who doesn't love surprises! And when it's your own service provider Airtel pampering you, you will feel amazed. You might get cashback or some surprise coupons for Cafe Coffee Day, Myntra, Flipkart, Ebay, Amazon, PVR Cinemas and many such coupons at every transaction you make. And wait! the best feature of this app is that it's all free. Yes, there is no data charge for the Airtel subscribers. What more can you wish!

3. Account in your pocket

With the My Airtel App, now you can track your account easily. No need to wait for long to get connected to Airtel customer care to know your account usage. The app keeps a record of all of it. Moreover, it will notify you if your balance is low or the data pack is about to expire. You dont need to remember the dates of renewal recharge. My Airtel App is at your service.

Download this new app and enjoy its new features by shaking your smartphone. For more details visit


Monday, March 30, 2015

Start a New Life

"You are a dumbo. Don't even know the solution of this simple problem", shouted my teacher. All my classmates chuckled under their notebooks. I felt very bad.

"You can't even take care of your clothes. Look how dirty they look and bad they smell", complained my mother. I became upset.

"Can't you see. It was nearly an accident", yelled the stranger with a bald head. I pondered if I took wrong turn.

"Give me a break, dude. Your ideas are so boring", my manager was furious to hear me.

"Are you alive?", enquired my friend.

No, I'm half dead. I wanted to shriek out. Everyone on the earth finds me stupid, dumb, boring and even doubt on my existence. What the hell. I can't be like others. Super intelligent, quick, witty, cool, fast and flexible. No, I can't. Yes, I tried but it was suffocating. I cant fake it for not more than one day. I'm slow. I'm not autistic but you can consider me so. I have grown up listening to downcast comments of friends and foes, knowns and unknowns. And now I have turned deaf to all of them.

I have often thought if I'm normal, if I'm kindred to them. For me, I'm perfect, then why to give a hell thought to those who don't find me akin to them. Take a chill pill, let the world think what they want to and let me start afresh to leave them agape in awe of my new life. I convinced myself.

The new sun brought a new day in my life. I practiced to speak. Just like a Nursery kid, I started all over again. I was my own coach, my own mentor. I repeated words again and again to throw them out at one go. Initially I stammered heavily. I practiced more. Demosthenes became my role model. I didn't put stones in my mouth like him. But I pushed my potential to the edge. I was determined to make people hear me, my views and opinions. I struggled with my throat, made it comfortable to accommodate vowels and consonants. I rehearsed my own name like a child in front of the mirror. At first I used to broke down. How useless am I, I can't speak my own name. But I overcame this low and grim feeling by rehearsing my name with confidence looking into my own eyes. It's a different feeling to see yourself rising from a timid guy to a confident man daily. Talking to your own reflection and working on all the imperfections made me fall in love with myself more and more. 

I was changed. I changed for better. And I was happy to change. I overcame my fear and took up the prolonged task of grooming up myself into a confident guy. I began a new life. It was a fresh start. I can now talk without hesitating. I don't cringe now when I have to convey my thoughts. Confidently I present my thoughts through well formed words. Well may be the spirit of Demosthenes was with me instilling optimism in me. Who knows !!!
Anything and everything is possible. You can die twice, you can live twice. It's all upto you to start afresh beating behind all the grey odds and welcoming vibrant, cheerful life. 

This post is written for an activity by Housing.

Sunday, March 29, 2015


The sweat dripped down the chin and the tattered slippers spoke much about the day's toil. It was one another day adding to almost three years. Yes, it's since three years I'm running from pillar to post to get justice to my daughter. My love , my life ! The beast had torn her apart and I was so helpless to get her back into my life. The rapist was breathing free since three years and I couldn't breathe easy since then.  My blood boiled up with white hair rooting out. The screaming painful face of my dotty had left me agitated and I'm never calm since then. How mercilessly the scoundrel pushed himself on her, the very thought had awaken me many-a-times in the falling night. My delicate darling was withered like the soft petals of a blooming flower. And I felt the pain of her detachment more than anyone else. I wanted to shoot away the beast right there in the court room. Every delayed hearing and his more victoriously puffed up chest made me more and more restless. Today, one of the witnesses turned hostile and the strings of my case laid weak. I fumed with anger and inhumanity of the witness. He too appeared partners in crime. I wanted to blow him up right when he said 'NO'. Only I know how I'm controlling myself in the court room every time I go for one another hearing. With my back drooped down under the increasing insensitivity of the society and burden of smirky smiles of the defaulters, I hauled towards my home. 

I unlocked the door and sat exhausted on the chair. I looked around and missed the chirruping of my dotty. My lone reason of existence had left me alone. Tears welled up and I cried till I felt dizzy. All WHYs occupied my mind. Why my dotty went to the trip? Why can't he be punished? Why I approved her vacation fun? Why me? Why me? ......

The clock struck nine and I hopelessly stared at the pendulum. Moving back and forth, it reminded me of my life then and now. My gaze shifted to the painting hanging close to the clock. 'FAITH.. HOPE .. LOVE' carved by my dotty suddenly charged me up. She used to say, "Mumma!!! If you believe in something with whole of your heart and have faith in turning around the stones, then believe me, your hopes will be answered soon. Just cling to it for a little more time, just a little more time." Her words echoed in my ears loudly. My faith restored and I felt more determined to get justice to my daughter. I yearned to be with her and this very feeling of being with her TOGETHER peacefully inside the empty walls shook me to fight the battle with more vim and vigour. 

Together we resolved to fight and have faith in the better. Yes, better times are coming... just a little more push, a little more perseverance.

This post is written for activity organised for housing.
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