WWL Writing With Love

  What are the benefits of reading a book? Improves your vocabulary, increases your perspective of things, and the list goes on. But what if I tell you that a book helps in building conversations as well. I mean it. I spoke to a random stranger with a ‘book-factor’. It was my first reporting module at ACJ. A new city, people, way of life, and of course a new mode of transportation. I was used to travelling by my scooter when I was in my hometown and at this ‘Singara Chennai’ I had to depend on local trains which I actually enjoyed, because, I have travelled in Mumbai local trains. So I was happy travelling in a ‘not-so-crowded’ train at pocket-friendly tariffs. Being a Science graduate, I was clueless about how reporting actually works. Still, I had no option. Believing, ‘Experience is the best teacher' I started my day. It was my worst reporting experience because things did not work as per plan. But no worries. I was still satisfied because I could manage to do something bett...

  It has been over eight months since I met Vimal. He wasn’t an extra-ordinary sub-ordinate, but, being his team-lead for almost two years, I felt comfortable working with him than with anyone else. I have no clue about his whereabouts, but I recollect that he wasn’t okay during his last few days with the firm. This was quite evident with his working pattern and delayed deadlines which obviously pissed me off. I did notice his change, but I didn’t want to fiddle with his personal life, until things messed up, officially! We had a meeting. Our product was based on promoting Artificial Intelligence. He was responsible for the presentation that day. I had advised him to show me the presentation in advance but he said he completed it late and assured me that things were perfect. Trusting him, we proceeded with the meeting. And he screwed it up! His presentation was talking majorly about Data Analytics! To our luck it was just a team meeting, however, a mistake cannot be justified that ...

  How things have changed, but......not completely I decided to write this article a day after Onam (Coronam, maybe). I don’t have an explanation for the motivation to write this, but, something happened which forced me to spare a thought. Being in a middle class family from South India, I would say that parents have always influenced my life. I express my gratitude to them wholly, but were we pampered all our life or are we leading a life of dependency? It’s too early for a person in her early twenties to understand this thought, however, this needs to be addressed at this point, especially, when most of us are sitting back at our homes. Parents are always proud of their wards, agree or not? Some tend to express it and some may not. This is completely individual and I don’t want to brood in this thought at any cost. But when does this turn toxic?