Life and its journey towards happiness


Life and it’s journey towards happiness

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I recently read this line on a friend’s facebook positive share for the day:

 “Only a mousetrap provides FREE cheese. Happiness is a choice of life. Your very own choice.”

Very true. Everything that is worthwhile has to be always worked sincerely towards, for it, to be worthwhile. There are no free lunches in life.

 In other words, nothing in Life is free unless you buy the big size first.

Even for death to occur,you must have first Lived.

 What is Life?

I am no world leader and clearly no Spiritual guru to preach ‘what life is’ but I know for sure ‘what life is not’.

Life is not merely existing, but living, correcting, while making things right and going ahead rather than merely moving on.

The problem is majority of the times, we tend to replace things that are not working out for us rather than working on it to make it better.

 I remember my grandmother’s quote, she always used to say, “we were born in the world where if something is not right, we fix it rather than replace it with something new”.

 So, is Life the moments that go by each day till we merely exist physically in this world?

No, not really…. for a really worthwhile life, it would have been lived where we are remembered for something more than merely good or great, for something that we contributed to someone’s life where we could ‘touch their soul‘ positively.

So, love life and live it, never waste it on ego and pride. Too much of time is lost in this negative path and journey wherein time wasted such, is Life wasted…why? Because, time is what life is made up of after all. Isn’t it?

We search for happiness but the fact is, we really can never ‘have’ or ‘acquire’ happiness, even with the passage of time. Happiness requires us to put efforts in the journey to make things right. It requires us to learn each day and work towards making ourselves better human beings. It’s very easy to choose and make ‘logical’ rationale about people, life and happiness. The truly difficult part is to then live with it, especially if that part of your decision has influenced in any way the moments of your past that you have cherished for long and have dreamed of it resulting in creating your future.

Humility, passion, compassion and accepting that happiness is a daily effort which results from your very own actions and this truly is the core for journey towards happiness.

When we say, “I am not happy” always remember; it affects those around you and that too profoundly. There are so many people in your lives who have made or make efforts to make it worthwhile for you.

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So, when you say to yourself or to others that there is no happiness in you life, its a smack on their faces where you unjustly accuse others who have contributed so much to your daily life, not may be in so many years, but in those precious moments where they sacrificed a ‘part of themselves’ may be at that point of time just to see a ‘smile on your face’.

When each day of your life starts getting built up with broken promises and unplanned harsh ‘logical’ and ‘rationale’ decisions, the very next day, the burden is always most difficult to cope up with. But they require not for you to move on to other things or better things, but rather amend the wrongs and go ahead with your lives and truly that’s when you feel more fulfilled.

 If every time we let our ‘thoughts of today’ and emotions of today rule our lives and the people around us, we are merely dwelling on the corrupt reality which are temporary in nature. So never let a moment’s decision or thought influence your lifetime of choices. Take time to make the decisions, but work towards making it right. Running away and avoiding that decision making process is what adds up to our worries, because every time we leave something halfway, we leave a part of our life emotions and experiences with it too. We loose a bit of ourselves in it. So, it’s best to work towards it to make it right. That’s a great and simple journey towards happiness.

 All of us are privy to secret griefs, either of ours or of others, or at times, both. The point is to embark on the journey with anything but a hostile levity. Understand the impact your decisions have on you and those around you.

Why? Because, life is truly made up of intimate revelations,which have been many times dealt by us with an unaffected scorn on the outside. But when we look deep within, these are really the moments that have probably given us short winded elation’s of sheer joy and happiness.

It’s not essential that for one to enjoy a vinous sleep to be possible only when intoxicated. You can do so without tightening yourself into an abrupt formality too wherein, you make peace with yourself and those around you. Why?

Those around you have made up the bits and pieces together and added up those moments which you call as Life lived. When you tear those pieces away, you are affecting your soul which clutches itself to some false hope with an indiscernible breathless intensity that has been redolent with hope and fear, withered and ravenously beaten with cheerful snobbery of fake joys and temporary allies, when they are left unfulfilled.

Life is too precious to merely give up on things and keep moving on in search of something better.

I strongly believe that ‘nothing in life is better, unless you put efforts and truly intend to make it better. It’s more about accepting who you are, working towards being a better you, for yourself and for those who have contributed so much in your lives. Sometimes we are, for too long a time, stuck with merely a single dream of a probable future in which we forget the wonderful realities that life throws at us, which when worked sincerely towards will for sure take us to help and build those dreams as part of our lives.

In other words, not everything for everyone ‘works out’ fine at the end of the day….but if it’s been a significant part of your life at any point of time at all, make sure you give it it’s due credit. Life is….. after all…connecting the dots of finding yourself in that journey. In that journey of happiness. It’s never too late….unless…you have given up!

So make peace, make things better, make it worthwhile…..and you will make your life filled with happiness. Have a blessed weekend ahead.

Would love to hear your views and take on the same too. Do share your thoughts and comments with me here.

Regards,

Ananth V

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Reading books merely for the joy of it


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I love reading almost as much as I enjoy writing. It keeps me refreshed and sane, especially in the world consumed by numbers and targets.

The best part is, I have been among the few lucky ones who enjoy reading almost any genre of book. I feel, I have been at times, even unjustly accused of choosing to read a book on my kindle app or on my phone app even while at parties or get-together.

Well, unjustly would be a rather inappropriate term, alright, lets go with merely ‘accused of’ in this one.

It is true, I do read even at social gatherings, not conspicuously,  but only when I feel I have either nothing to offer that would lift up the already dazzling spirits enlightened by ‘spirit’ of some fluid sort that so carelessly seems to flow right through the social gatherings these days.

Being a complete teetotaler since forever, it rather gets dull and lonely, especially at such parties, to realize you are the only one who’s not part of the social emphatic flow of the crowd gathered all around you. Books let me into the minds and secrets of writers and storytellers and make me a part and privy to their secret grief’s and unbound joys, while at the same time, it takes us on a journey of their lifetime experiences all in a few hundred pages.

Reading has always helped me in-fact relate to crowds better and to understand circles, cultures and people in general more intimately. It’s an amazing way to be benefited from what others have learnt and have put those experiences into stories and words that engross you into intimate revelations about the characters in the book or their lives. Now these characters are either real experiences of writers from their own lives or for the truly blessed a figment of their imagination. In either case, it tells you, such people exist. It’s an amazing learning process that takes you through a genius’s imagination or blessed subconscious that has probably awakened these powerful characters from books that one can relate to at so many levels.

At the same time I have also known people who with utmost sincere and hostile levity, who refuse to read a book. I have never tried offering them a reason to read….because, let’s face it. You either read or you don’t live at all! Too harsh….hmmmm…. alright, ‘ll tone it down. You either read…..or you simply don’t. ……. sounds much more social and better now, doesn’t it?

Their reasons as much as vaguely explained, I believe hold true from their perspective on why they do not enjoy reading. I have also, at the same time heard book lovers talk about their favourite characters, books and themes with short winded elation’s coupled with sincere breathless intensity.

I enjoy reading books on theology, classic literature, fiction, business and management, suspense, thriller, biographies, autobiographies, case studies, humor, philosophy and self-help books too. Some of my most favourite authors include, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Charles Dickens, Bill Gates, Sudha Murthy, Robin Sharma, William Shakespeare, Sir Richard Branson, Dan Brown, Arthur Hailey, Anthony Robbins, Jules Verne, Enid Blyton, Leo Tolstoy, J. K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, Paulo Coelho, Lewis Carroll, Ian Fleming, Peter Drucker, Philip Kotler, Lee Iacocca , etc

The best part is, when I am reading, it takes me to a zone of being in a vinous sleep mode of peace and serenity. It gives me a feeling of calmness. It’s almost indiscernible to me to even fathom going to sleep without having read a few pages at the end of the day.

Reading is essential to learn, grow as much as is travel which is yet another amazing way to actually be a part of varied cultures and experiences. Reading thus, is also a wonderful way to initiate personal growth process.

It takes you away from the pasquinade’s that might usually form a part of a rather informal discussions within groups elevated with signs of snobbery and redolent with unfruitful discussions and those which are finally tightened abruptly into a formality when the presence of much respectable individuals grace the occasion or tend to arrive, especially at parties.

Books allow one to strengthen oneself and provide a great comfort especially if you are feeling lonely and down after an exhaustive days work.

Its not necessary to be moved or to rigidly follow a book. In fact, its best if you don’t, but at the same time, its almost impossible to not be influenced by authors whose biographies and autobiographies showcase a journey which you would dream of being a part of or at least have a remote desire to create on your own too.

It develops great habits of patience, understanding, valuing cultures, people, ideologies, vision etc from gifted authors who at time present it more eloquently than the character or plot has been given credit for.

It creates an amazing discipline and it benefits for sure in the long run too.

For some its merely for passing time, for some its sheer pleasure, for few others it’s a desire to be a part of another amazing world altogether. For me, its about keeping myself sane and learning a great deal from the masters who have put down ages of accumulated experiences in those few hundred pages for us to consume in a practical and efficient manner.

So…. do you read? Whose your favourite author and your most loved book and why?

Feel free to share your views, comments with me here.

I know I went a little overboard on the story behind ‘why I read?’ but that’s because there’s only one thing I enjoy more than reading…….its writing.

Have a great learned day ahead.

Regards

Ananth V

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Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher:INSPIRING


An inspiring LETTER from ABRAHAM LINCOLN to his Son’s teacher. This letter holds true to its core values so much that it is an absolute need of the hour today.

Read, be touched, moved & Inspired!

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Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be ~ Abraham Lincoln

It made my Start of the day this week….I hope it does for you too!

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 Ananth V

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Live for the little things that really matter


Live for the little things that really matter

Love Ananth

In this fast paced world we rarely find those moments, those precious moments of which we read about in novels or watch in movies. I am talking about those moments that really take our breath away.

 No, I am not talking about people getting married, having a baby or moving into their new homes. They are huge life changing events. I am talking about much smaller things and those simpler moments, those simple everyday moments wherein kids enjoy the sound of the birds, couples share a bus or train journey together, parents go to the movies with their kids. Its so rare these days. Or may be its just me…..I don’t know…..

 Today all I can see are kids running their little angel like fingers across their iPads or PS3 which have become idolatrous doting for them while they are sitting in their homes wherein the grandparents are busy watching their favourite soap operas on television that run stories of deceit, swindling characters, retribution plots in plenty and more such depressing concepts that would do nothing more than cause eternal perdition to the mind and finally the younger couples in the house who are most often found sitting separately in different rooms or much worse in the same room with one working his blackberry and the other working on some work related email on her laptop.

 I was traveling back from a meeting, reading a book and as I flipped through the pages on my tablet ebook, I just happened to notice a couple from afar. I was at the backseat of my car. As the vehicle moved at its snail pace safely dodging the city market traffic, I turned back from my seat and watched that couple holding hands, walking on the busy chaotic street while their other hands were busy holding an ice cream that was melting quicker than imaginable with the scorching heat.

 The car was almost in a static state in the crowded street of Goregaon in Mumbai and I like a little kid had my eyes still gazing upon the young couple who were so much in love. The only not so odd part about this was that I did not have my hands on the window of the car as I was watching them, now that would have been an epic movie like moment. A grown man, acting like a kid and more strangely staring at some couple on the street. But there was something about them that was both, very sweet and familiar.

 It was beautiful and it was just like the movies. It was 13:30 and the noon heat of Mumbai was doing no justice to the money they must have paid to enjoy that ice cream as it had almost melted completely. All I could do was hope for a kinder weather. Still, there they both were, trying to salvage whatever was left running from the sides of their hands and laughing and giggling in the middle of the street completely oblivious to the chaotic surrounding and the blistering heat. I saw them closely and it immediately struck me, they both were old colleagues of mine.

 The strange part was, they both were colleagues of mine from different companies where I had worked long ago. I asked the driver to take the car ahead and park it wherever he could find space and I got out of the car.

 Blast! The heat of the sun slammed my face as I got out of my vehicle. My eyes twitched with sheer angst from the heat and light. In that humorously semi-blinded comic state I dashed into a lady who was hurriedly walking looking somewhere behind her whilst shouting at a street hawker. She was carrying a huge purse under her arm, with a massive looking bag which looked like to me like she was carrying a years grocery (just exaggerating) in her hands, was screaming on top of her voice onto her mobile phone that was in her other hand and had a look that was seriously menaced. I suddenly felt a sense of compunction running inside of me for having dashed this massive looking lady who was walking the streets with no clue of anyone around and I immediately bent down to pick up few of the rolling potatoes and another vegetable which looked like capsicum and was trying to help her put them back into her bag.

 She seemed disinterested as she was still yelling on the phone. As I finished helping her out, she seemed to conveniently end her call and gave me an earful of heated scolding for not watching where I was going. I had half a mind to tell her that she was walking backwards whilst shouting at some road side vendor with a barbaric opulence and at the same time talking on her phone, but the heat had taken most of my energy in these two to three minutes. She had an abominable aura around her or may be it was the heat, pollution and the crowded noisy street, it was just too much. I thought it would be best to express regret and leave.

 So I apologized to her again and instantly got up and was looking for my old colleagues. I was blinded by the sun, slapped by the heat, scolded by the nice angry looking lady and the honking on the street was not doing me any good either. I somehow managed to locate them. As I sped towards them in rapid strides, I noticed they were still smiling, laughing and talking to each other in their ears and moving towards a shop that looked like it was selling wind chimes. Well, it was not a shop, it was a street shop selling wind chimes. Just before I approached them, I again looked around to see if I was the only one who seemed to be affected and annoyed with the crowd, noise and heat. But, thankfully every face that I saw around was equally cheesed off and irritated.

 This made me more curious and I looked back at this odd couple who were joyfully shopping in the middle of the street.

 I tapped both of them at the same time on their shoulders and they both turned in an orchestrated fashion. Their eyes lit up and both shouted at the same time, “Ananth!”

 Before I could respond I felt a jab on my back from the right and an elbow from the left on my ribs from two people who were walking with bags and in the same frustrated mood that I too was.

 My long lost friends then took me to the side, near the wind chime fellow, who was not very happy that I had interrupted his business and had distracted his prospects from making the purchase of the ghastly looking wind chime that he was holding in his hand. Before I could react to them, they both saw my face and the male friend, Rajeev said, “don’t worry re, I am not buying that. At least not that one for sure” I awkwardly smiled.

 Just then, it struck them, as Sheetal asked Rajeev, “How do You know Ananth?” and before he answered I said, “I know I have worked in different companies with both of you as my colleagues, I am just wondering how you two met?”

 I was really not wondering that at all. What I was thinking at that point of time was, ‘How the hell are these two standing here in the middle of the road and smiling and laughing’ while everyone around was looking so angry and irritated. I was doing it because I needed answers and wanted to know if there was a camera somewhere being shot of the couple as an advertisement, because it looked so made-up and movie like.

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But I thought I will keep that question for later.

 After another two to three minutes of their story about how they met and how one thing led to another and now finally it had been 5 years to their love marriage, they asked me what I was doing there.

 I told them I was returning back from a meeting and saw them both so thought of saying hello.

 “So are you both working here too?” I asked.

Sheetal said, “No. Jaanu works here, he is still” and before she completed Rajeev interrupted, “I am still working in the same company yaar”

“Oh Ok” I smiled.

 Sheetal immediately said looking at me, “My God Ananth, it must have been at least six to seven years since we met. You still look the same” and before I could take the compliment, that is assuming it was a compliment and that she had thought that I used to look good back then, I smiled and just before I spoke, Rajeev said, “Areey yaar, now because of you, I will be asked to do some dieting and watch my weight etc.Tu bhi na, meeting me after so many years and getting me into trouble.”

 I again tried to say something when Sheetal interrupted as she patted Rajeev’s paunch and then rubbed his glaring almost bald head with eyes that had a simpering piece of gentility in it, “No re, you look perfect”

I was relieved. I did not want to be responsible for an awesome dreamy couple getting into a fight or debate just because I looked the same way I did few years ago, which I am still not sure, of whether it was a compliment. I was so impressed by this couple (by the way, both of them are 3-4 years younger than me) that if they would have got into a childish argument, I would have made an attempt to propitiate with some old tale or fun tidbit to lighten the mood. But, they were so much in love, that nothing else mattered.

 Few minutes passed by and I got an official call and in another minute or two I found myself excusing and rushing towards my car looking for my tablet to check some email attachment while I nicely bid goodbye to both of them as I gave my card and contact all the while talking on the phone and gestured to them saying, “call me”. I rushed back to my car and got in and was back at my work.

 The fizz had gone in just those few moments, the dream sequence was shadowed by reality of my routine and I was back in the race of daily life as those cute moments slowly brushed off my memory.

 It was then refreshed when I got a call from both of them that night on my cell phone and it was doubly engraved into my memory when I found out that Sheetal was a housewife now who had taken her time out that day from her daily schedule to travel from their house in Mulund all the way to Goregaon to his office just to have lunch with him.

 I obviously asked the most ridiculous question apparently as Rajeev paused, thought for sometime and then answered it. I asked him “Why? Why did she travel, was there something special like an anniversary moment that I interrupted that day unknowingly or so?”

 Sensing my worry he immediately laughed and said, “not at all. She comes to my office once a month for lunch and most of the days she comes all the way from home in the evening to pick me up too.”

 In the semi-shock state that I was already after hearing that someone goes all the way just to pick her husband up from work and that too by traveling in Mumbai for two hours one way to reach that place, I asked, “How does she drive in this traffic in the evening?” and he said, “Drive. Arrey yarr, we don’t have a car. She comes in the bus from Mulund to meet me here. Then both of us take the AC bus back home together.”

 I paused for what seemed like a million years as Rajeev then broke the silence as he sensed what I was wondering. He said, “We live at my parents house. We are very close, all of us. Its just that she feels and I feel that too, by traveling an hour or two, we get two hours more with each other each day as we reach back home. She left her job a year ago and she has been coming to pick me up almost thrice a week since the last one year.”

 It was none of my business so I did not ask anything further. But it was just that I was so surprised to hear that. It has been five days since our conversation that night and I still keep thinking about it, “Why does she go traveling in Mumbai two hours just to come back with him?” I did not understand…. So I let it go, but then I called up my friend and asked him, if I can write about this to which he asked me, “Write about what?Abey likhega kya tu? I did not give you some rocking event or incident. I just told you that this is what we do. What will you write in this he asked?”

 I queried again and very sincerely told him, that if he does not want me to write about it, he can openly tell me and I will most obviously understand to which he again said, “Arey yaar, go ahead. Bindas write about it. I also want to read what are you going to write, in fact I always loved what you used to write back then when we were working together.When you used to write in your old personal blog. So go ahead and write about it, but please mail the link to me too.”

 So I did write about it and its four to five pages long.

 There is no story, it felt like the theme of Seinfeld for me when I was telling him I want to write as he told me, there is nothing in this. It will be a story about nothing and he smiled.

 Yes, it’s a story about nothing….for him and for her.

 But for me, it was something that I felt is missing in most of the peoples lives these days. Those precious moments of everyday. The little things that matter the most. Money, power, ego, dreams etc come and go. The only thing that we remember are ironically these little things, because they steal your breath away.

 I find couples taking these luxurious trips to resorts, retreats, cruise and at times the entire families going abroad across countries for two to three week as a vacation time of being together, but here they were. Two couples straight from the world of Cinemax, whose fun and awesome time was something that was there everyday. Just the two of them, together. Oblivious to the world around.

 If only such love and passion could engulf all of us each day, the world would be such a better place to live in.

 No expensive gifts, no cruise, no vacation retreats or long drives needed. Just two people who truly are in love and want to make the best of most of it, nothing beats this.

 It was simply beautiful and dream like.

 God bless those sweet couple for giving me something to write about for these fifteen minutes or so and something to think and remember about for a lifetime.

 Life truly is about the little things that make the most impact of all. Those joyous moments, those feelings of oneness and very simply put the desire to be with each other and a part of each other even in this world of numbers, made this story about ‘nothing’ so special.

 Do you live such lives or do you know of people who live such lives? Do share your comments and views with me if at all any on this, would love to hear from you.

 Regards

 Ananth V

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I had a brush with death today


I had a brush with death today

I was driving in the streets of Mumbai today morning. Following the rules of the road and laws of traffic and driving safely in the left hand side of the road when all of a sudden a three wheeler tempo came mounting up its front wheel and rammed my vehicle with a collision that smashed most part of the right hand side of my car.

Before I could realize what had happened the street was packed with traffic jam and the driver of the tempo was staring with a gaze as though not realizing what had happened. Neither did he move his vehicle nor was he getting out of it, but instead shouting at the now suddenly congested traffic to move aside so that he could drive by.

I was absolutely jammed in the car unable to move as the impact had shut the front right side door with brute force. All I could see from my driver’s seat was that the right hand side, headlights, the complete bonnet of my car was thoroughly damaged and there were glass pieces from my car on the surrounding area from the quick impact. After a long gap of about 5 minutes which seemed like ages to me, the driver from the tempo started his vehicle and started slowing backing it up. I could see there was no visible damage to his tempo.

I kept trying to move out of the car but that impact had pushed in the pieces of metal with sheer angst into the vehicles heart so fiercely, that there was hardly any place for me to move from the driver’s seat or even try to open the door.

The left hand side was impossible to move or get out from too. Somehow I managed to reach the backseat and from the only door that seemed to be opening, I got out and walked towards the tempo driver.

I asked him for his driving license. He showed no remorse and no regret for his actions and clearly told me that he does not have a license and that he has been driving for over four decades, apparently because of which he needed no license.

My vehicle was stationed in the same place at the left hand side of the road. He refused to come out of his vehicle. As the enormous mass gathered, I called for the police station immediately, got a few local stations numbers and began dialing them. Then I walked towards my car and got shook up as I saw the damage. It was painful to watch the damage done to my car by the driver of the tempo who was standing as though he was one of the onlookers from road.  He then started getting out of his tempo and I walked towards him asking for his license again.

It was only then that myself and everyone gathered around realized that this guy was completely under the influence of alcohol.

He had a timid and retiring disposition to his movements too as he swayed and started stuttering in a tone influenced by heavy alcohol. He was creating a racket towards me as he pointed towards everyone as though asking for their support by shouting, “Why are you driving on the left side, don’t you know you have to drive on right side?” I called up the police station and meanwhile he called up his contacts who in another 20 minutes or so quickly came and handed the guy what clearly looked like the drivers license and tempo papers. He was still refusing to come to the police station.

Meanwhile the cops had arrived and after a big discussion we all went to the police station nearby. The cops were very helpful and supportive. They spoke to me and they spoke to him and his heroic gestures and sarcastic remarks were proof enough coupled with his swaying walks and fetid breath that screamed of heavy alcohol all the while.

By the time the process of FIR was complete and I left with the necessary copies and papers, half the day had already passed. I had to call up for the tow truck to drive my car all the way to Ghatkopar for getting the damages fixed as the car was in no condition to be driven.

The tow truck came and it lugged my dear vehicle and as we drove towards the garage I could only feel the malevolence with which that guy had rammed my beautiful vehicle into such a horrid looking metal beast.

I can still feel the impact on my bones as I am typing this up. I can still clearly hear the glass pieces shattering and the metal crushing the other parts of the car. Onlookers were constantly wondering how someone could survive such an impact looking at the condition of the vehicle as they saw me scurry inside the vehicle just to make an attempt to crawl out of it.

This mishap and the waiting process till the cops had come had taken more than 30-40 minutes. Till then I stood there alone trying to stay near my car and keep a watch on that ghastly tempo driver so that he does not get away or drive away with his friends. As I waited for the cops to arrive, I could clearly see that the tempo drivers contacts had gathered around and were helping him with so many things with the tempo and his appearance.

There was a beauty salon nearby and there were two ladies out there who after seeing the incident like the scores of passersby and onlookers nearby, were at least kind enough as they approached towards me and in kind and subtle voice asked me if I needed anything, like water or a place to sit.

That’s when I realized, at that given moment; I was standing there alone till that point of time with no help and no sign of any other form of support for over 30 minutes after going through such wreckage.

It was the worst feeling anyone could have. It is feeling lonely and unwanted or uncared for when you already are in pain, both physical and mental. I said to myself, that the feeling of being unwanted or uncared or lonely is even worst than having no food or money.

Now this tempo driver, who had broken all the rules of the road in a single go, who was also completely drunk at 11am in the morning, standing there supported by his group of friends and I was out there standing alone. I found myself going through a stage of soliloquies as I stood there alone during that moment.

Somehow, after leaving the car in the garage, the journey back home in the auto rickshaw was much worse than the journey with the car as it was getting towed.

I don’t know now how much time all this process is going to take. But I got one thing right again for the millionth time in my life, “Life isn’t fair”

But that does not mean, I am not going to drive again or am scared that I felt death brush by me so closely today.

I am as human as you could be, yes. I feel pain and fear as much as the other guy, I too fall and land on my face at times.

But then I get up and I for sure don’t give up. Whether its people or routine life. I like to offer life a second chance because I know that deep down, someday the regret of not taking that second chance or not trying for something may be just that one more time might be more painful than anything else.

Life is too short to waste it on assumptions, ego or anger.

Today’s experience has taught me and made my anything but bitter. In fact, I have added so much energy into my mind and system after my brush with death today, that I am more than going to welcome decisions that I might have otherwise refused or said no to. Like I said, ‘Life is too short to waste it on assumptions, what ifs, ego or anger.’

I am not going say things like ‘I am thankful for another day’ no, that’s not my style, but yes, I will for sure from today make life worthwhile and positive for at least one person each day some way or the other.

After all, you only live twice!

Have a great day ahead.

Regards

Ananth V

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The journey of three years, Happy Birthday Techdivine

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It was March 2009. An inviting odour came from the kitchen as the freshly steamed veggies and hot curry with Paranthas rolled out coupled with a delicious sabzi and what looked like freshly chopped salad dressing on a plate.

I was at the dinner table with few of my cousins as we dined and discussed everyday routine, varied, amusing and interesting things that were happening in all of their lives. I strangely, had nothing to say…..

After a scrumptious dinner and lot of chit-chat and fun they all left for their homes and I was at the patio of the building. There was some restlessness and some uneasy feeling from within. I had a good paying job, wonderful academic credentials and so to speak a nice and relaxed life. But after the discussions today with my cousins and few family friends who had joined me and my family for dinner, I realized that my job was taking every ounce of my life. There were no breaks, no holidays and no free time so to speak. Worst of all, no learning or growth. That was doubled with tremendously poor work culture and a lifestyle that consumed 80% of all employee time in inter-office politics rather than productive work contribution. As these thoughts rolled out, I realized that this day, today was the first time I had taken a holiday in ten months and that too due to excessive mental fatigue. In the past ten months my work had taken me across 23 cities across 4 states in India. There was lot of restlessness.

As I was walking on the terrace, I saw a big mirror that was carelessly cast aside in one of the corners of the patio. I moved towards it and my physiognomy told me that there was more than mere mental fatigue on my face. There was a complete sense of dissatisfaction and understanding that there would be no growth in an environment as such. I kept pondering over the various meetings, clients, my past work experience of around 8 years that had trained, taught and molded me into a man of strong work ethics and high discipline. Even the brands that I had worked with before this job were not only professional, but an amazing learning experience. Both that were completely lacking at the current place of my work. No wonder, there was so much mental fatigue.

Just then at about 10pm, I got a call from my boss screaming and shouting on my day off that too, a leave that was taken after a gap of ten months of straight work consuming 12-14 hours every day for six days a week. He went on and on rambling about some task that his secretary was to take care of and due to her convenient millionth day holiday tomorrow, would be pushed back again and how he needed me to call the said individuals and coordinate and get the task done. I did not respond or say anything. The phone call at that moment was as though it was an apparition of ill omen.

The work that I was doing off-late was not challenging,  neither was it recompensed ever with a pat on the back or even a gesture or a mere sign or prospect for future growth. I had 8 years of rich experience PRIOR to this job and that too with some wonderful clients and brands across the world. Now, how I somehow landed up at this place, is probably left at best for a symbologist to decipher. It was that day that I decided that I would start something on my own. I had the necessary academic credentials, rich corporate past work experiences of at least good eight accountable years prior to this job and a very strong will.

I came back home, drafted “Vision for my company”, “Mission for my company” and guidelines for work ethics.

There are many points that were listed down as part of this epic moment for me. Here are just a few of those that were written down by me among the first eight work ethics & company policies –

 1. You do not need to come to work at a physical location if –

  • The work you are doing can be done from home too
  • There is no task that requires you to be physically present at the office
  • Your commuting time cuts down on your productive time (Especially in a city like Mumbai, where traffic conjures up your life’s half energy)

2. Any and all discussions that may even remotely stem to “inter-office” politics to be avoided at all costs. Nothing other than work or professional learning gets discussed and every discussion, personal or work to be put into an email or in written with each other. (I have realized that once you start to putting things down in paper or in writing, you tend to cut down time pass content, noisy chatter and so many things that take up your rather productive time. Because this is when you realize, that such clutter of superfluous discussions can only cause harm especially if its not benefiting anyone, including yourself)

3. Clients Goals are the only and top priority. We are not here to entertain and it’s a strict ‘No-nonsense’ environment that we will create. A fun environment, nevertheless, with real freedom to express oneself and contribute to the positives of the overall company and self-growth. We are not reporting to clients, but working with them as a team. (This policy has been majorly responsible for us being able to contribute so many ideas, value-adds, innovative marketing and brand strategies, high ROI for our clients over the years)

4. We are here to build brands, not a business or amuse guests and visitors that need a spotlight on their head every time they step out of their house. We are here to build an Organization. “Business are created dime a dozen, organizations are seldom built” (My favourite line)

5. Employees are free to learn and add any skill they want (even outside their professional need) even during work hours if their task for the day is already completed.

6. No one will be called up on phone unless it’s something that can really be not discussed on email.

7. No one needs to work beyond their work time allotted (that for me meant either that the person was not performing or competent OR that he /she was being given more tasks than they should be given, which also was not right)

8. No one will be called for work or sent emails for URGENT tasks after their scheduled work time. Plan the tasks in advance and plan it well with proper time and clear understanding of deadlines.

There were many more added, edited over the years, but these were the first few. After this I continued and typed out my resignation letter at the company where I was working. It took a total of 2-3 months more before I had resigned from my job, but luckily for me, I had brands waiting for me to contribute…. And I loved it.

It was then on March 1st, 2010 (It was on HOLI day) that we officially moved into an office with a team of 5-6 professionals specialized in design and development and its been exactly three years today since the wonderful journey began.

There have been so many professional and personal learning experiences that I went through during these three years that made me realize that it would have taken me at least additional 10 years of work experience to gain what I had gained in these three years.

“In the last three years, we have catered successfully to 30 BRANDS from 15 different industries across 4 countries. I loved every single moment of it. The pressures kept on mounting, but my team members and without a doubt, some really wonderful client brand partners made it worthwhile.”

Today, I can honestly say, that the decision I took the other night at the patio of my building was the right one. I do not know what the future holds, but I can proudly say, that through our company services, in the last three years, we have added tremendous value to various Corporate brands with innovative digital marketing, social media and brand management strategies that have resulted in higher brand reach, more quality leads and in many cases, even actual high ROI of sales conversions too.

As a business, we have socially been responsible, always been high on ethics and whenever we could, either me as an individual or with my team members, we have contributed any and all of our resources to add some real-value to those less privileged in the society.

During these first three years of my business, I can proudly say today, that I have bought my first new house in Mumbai, got my first car, grew both professionally and personally and can more pompously say that none of my team members at my company, who have either changed jobs or shifted to another location or pursued higher studies have ever disliked being here even for a single moment. And, how do I know that? Because they have always got their space when they needed it, be it for family time, health or even professional growth roadmap which was chalked down by them and me sitting together at the office or using skype call.  We have hardly had clients that have disliked us or our work, well, there may be one or two but I can honestly say, we have hit the bull’s eye on customer satisfaction at over 95% in these three years.

I sincerely know I am still at the infancy stage of business and that I am just a toddler in the world of legends and icons. Especially when there are mentors like Mr.Dhirajlal Ambani (he will always live in our hearts,inspiring billions around the world), Mr.Narayana Moorthy who are real the real reasons behind people like me even getting the idea of starting on our own.

I usually never celebrate my Birthday, that’s the reason, I thought, I will take this opportunity today to celebrate TECHDIVINE’s birthday today of turning three!

It’s hopefully going to be a long journey ahead with curves, bumps, highs and lows and I hope that with all your good wishes, I make it through and am able to build an Organization that actually adds value to the society in general, adds value to those working with us and keeps innovating.

Thank you for these amazing action packed three years.

Here’s wishing TECHDIVINE CREATIVE SERVICES a very HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY!

“SUCCESS is not a number…..it’s a journey”

Have a nice day.

Regards,

Ananth V

Founder & CEO

Techdivine Creative Services

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CHRISTMAS Special offer Kindle Ebook Fiction for Teens


CHRISTMAS Special offer Kindle Ebook Fiction for Teens

For LIMITED TIME Only – Kings are made, not just born Now available for $1.99

Original Price: $4.0

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Kings are made, not just born by Ananthanarayanan V @AnanthV9

Read a brief summary of the book:

“The whole story revolves around the beautiful lush habitat of Anamon jungle. The story is filled with suspense, mystery and with plots that not only have mythical creatures but magical and mesmerizing moments. 

Will the young Prince gain an entrance and meet the Mysterious Murelies or get stuck inside the doomed Karolo Tamoir? Will the legend King Areli come to his rescue if he is unable to answer the three questions of the wise?”

Read more.

Here are a few reviews of the book by readers who have enjoyed it :

4.0 out of 5 stars A Sincere, Goofy Book With Loads of Appeal, September 25, 2012

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Pop Bop (Denver, Colorado United States) – Amazon Verified Purchase

This review is from: Kings are made, not just born (Kindle Edition)

First off, here’s a quote from the author’s biography, as he posted it on Amazon:

“Through this book, [the author] has definitely touched a new level of creative writing by creating worlds that would engage young minds with wonderful imaginations, worlds that are filled with amazing creatures and varied experiences. Also, this books story shares across a strong and positive message to it’s readers about hope, inner strength and the ability to believe in self.”

While that’s not a sample of the book itself, it certainly captures the feel of the book. A little awkward, a little over the top, but sincere and energetic and honestly reader friendly. The whole enterprise feels like a slightly skewed and more fun rewrite of “The Jungle Book”, with some nicely written passages, some off-kilter passages, a bit of fancy, a touch of sweetness, and maybe more well-intentioned personality than actual restrained writerly skill. In places it reads more like a prose poem than a carefully constructed literary piece.

But you know, sometimes there’s room for something than runs more on charm and sincerity than on dry technique, and this book is less Disney and more Krazy Kat. So, if you’re looking for something a little out of the mainstream but just brimming with good intentions, this might be worth a try.

5.0 out of 5 stars Must read !, July 11, 2012

By Readingfrenzy – Amazon Verified Purchase

This review is from: Kings are made, not just born (Kindle Edition)

Read about the Anamon jungle and feel it come to life in your mind . It’s the story of little leonidas and everything he faces on the path to his rightful place in the Anamon.
The book paints beautiful scenic pictures of the jungle .Flowing rivers soaring mountain peaks, endless land everything leaves you wanting more .
The story moves forward at a good pace making the appropriate moments lively and is totally gripping.
An awesome book by this author .Already waiting for the next one !

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Kings are made,not just born ebook now available on Amazon’s Kindle store

 

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“After the GAME, the KING and the PAWN… both go into the same BOX.
Your worth is defined by HOW YOU Choose to PLAY it and not by who you are!”

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Have a nice day.

Regards

Ananth V

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Ups and downs of Life


Archived from one of My Old Posts of 2007: (with minor Edits)

Original Post Year:2007

Ups and downs of Life

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I was in the middle of a promenade tonight, weary and tired, trying to look at the sky and wishing to see a shooting star. Wanted to make a wish, desperately!

Ok, alright, my day was not ideal and I was hoping for a tweak or two for tomorrow’s sunrise. I waited and walked. About two hours had passed, after which I realized, now those were two hours I am never going to get back.

I was at the patio of my building and Mumbai’s greenhouse gasses had wrapped up most of the colors of the sky and I could hardly see any twinkle above either.

So it was two hours of vacant murky space that I was staring at moving around in concentric circles. I got really tired of something, perturbed and a wee bit irritated at “yours truly” for further wasting time and hoping to make the night better which evidently did not seem to be happening.

I decided to go back downstairs and go home. Then I said to myself, I am an artist, a writer, an inventive individual, a dreamer, ahem! ‘Frustrations and depressions are part of everyone’s routine; I should not give up so easily.’

I came back and kept walking and by then my Mp4 player had given up its verve. I guess I had burned out more than an hour of its battery already today while travelling while nothing was getting done.

As I stood still, I heard a ruffle in between the trees and it was growing loud.

As I stood staring at that place where there was not a soul in sight and was so quite that I could hear myself breathe. The ruffling sound grew odd and suddenly through those moving leaves there was a strange stillness again in the air as I heard my heart beat. I saw something.

My beat and rhythm of the heart matched the flapping wings of the beautiful dove that just flew right above me. It looked gorgeous. It looked serene. It felt and filled my heart with bliss.

It would sound such a cliche if I said that, as I kept looking at that bird, it disappeared all of a sudden. But I guess I have been fed with too much of scientific proof and theories over the past two decades of my life, so I would rather quote it as, “As I watched the bird that slowly disappeared into the darkness of the space….” But I really and with all honesty felt that it had suddenly disappeared into oblivion as I was still watching it vividly.

Remember, I am also an artist at heart. So I have to speak my mind.

It was such a beautiful sight and I was taking in and savoring the blissful scene when all of a sudden I bent down with a jiff as a huge bat flew so low, it could stomp on my head and make my day dark again. So much for the bird of bliss eh!

But I guess that is what life is all about. The white and the black.The good and the bad. The right and the wrong. The ups and the downs. Hmmmm…… I got it then.

So without wasting further time, I finished the work that I had kept pending since the last few hours and then keyed in these lines and will now go back to reading something before I am off to bed.

Just hoping, that tomorrow when the dove flies again, it would not be followed by the winged messenger of the scary space. 

Now we all know, that’s not possible…… After all, Life has a way of balancing itself, doesn’t it. 

Have a nice day. 

Regards

Ananth V

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Kings are made not just born ebook now available on Amazon Kindle store


Kings are made not just born ebook now available on Amazon Kindle store

Good news for all book lovers. Here is a new English fiction Young Teens / Young Adults ebook published & now Live on the Amazon Kindle Book Store.

The book is named “Kings are made,not just born” and you can buy it in an ebook format from here.

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This a brief synopsis about the book:

The whole story revolves around the beautiful lush habitat of Anamon jungle. The story begins with the birth of the prince Leonidas to the rulers of Anamon jungle, Leo and Leonne. Then the other characters like Lein the daughter of the king and his friends of the jungle are introduced. The prince enjoys the amazing beauty that Anamon has to offer but is shown to be a very curious lion with lots of queries about the place, about the animals and most importantly about the King, his dad.
As he grows up, there are many small incidents that keep happening along the way which changes the whole course of the story. There are games of adventure and power played while there are battles and small fights. There are big realizations and there are groups formed within groups as new and new characters keep entering in.
The prince makes new friends and with new and exciting fun exploration games, he builds great trust with his inner circle. They have fun, they mock each other, just like any other friends and their bond strengthens with time. The prince starts exploring across the vastness of the Anamon jungle. He comes across the Mysterious Murelies and Areli, the first King of Anamon. He sees and learns about a place of mythical and magical existence as he watches worlds within worlds forming and shattering to only create newer jungles within. He then finds a strong soul deep within his soul and with that, a heart ready to fight for what he believes in.
As the prince keeps exploring, he also looks for those who are keeping Anamon away from what it could have been. He finds traitors and forces that become difficult to reckon with. He faces anger, betrayal, fights and disasters with which he gains lots of inspiration, experience and learns to deal with things in a more just and wise manner. In this journey, he becomes a King.
He meets newer acquaintances as he discovers the exotic beauty of a totally new side of his own Anamon jungle filled with so much of life that takes him away from his miseries for that moment. As this newer side comes into picture, he discovers disturbing facts about his own family and his past that shakes him down to every bit of his strength.
Soon, he finds himself torn between those whom he trusts and his duty when he finds out about the ruthless actions and massive destruction caused in Anamon which are beyond his belief. There seems to be a new King, or is it? As the suspense builds in heavily, the strength too seems to be slowly building up within, as the words of the Mysterious Murelies seemed to have made profound impact on the prince by now.
There are many chronicles that unfold within these experiences as the prince tries to battle all odds and goes ahead with his quest for the truth. As the search for the TRUTH continues, he begins to find out the real treacherous creatures that come into light.
Leonidas in this process realizes that his purpose in life is unique and most importantly, he does not ‘just need to rule’. But he needs to lead a life of greater significance and of a higher decree, that is to say, a ruling by which the new Anamon could flourish.
As newer mysteries keep unraveling, more beautiful and breathtaking places of Anamon become part of this amazing journey. The story evolves from just simple questions to mighty discoveries. It forms and grows at many levels while the bottom line remains that even a King needs to prove his own worth, not to the jungle, but to himself. The whole story makes a distinct statement that the learning curve never ends in the journey called Life.

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Kings are made not just born ebook cover page

While this book is aimed at teenagers and young adults, the various sub plots complete with suspense, humor, fun, action and moral values will strike a chord with all ages.

You can read this book on your Kindle ebook reader or any Tablet, smartphone or computer equipped with the Kindle app.

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The views expressed here are Only my Personal views and do not reflect any views or opinion of my Organization. This is purely a personal blog wherein all experiences and views are of my own.
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