Can I wish something?

Tonight I feel like doing unusual things so I painted a glass of water beside a pale blue ocean. The goldfish from within the glass is smiling at me.

The clouds covering the moon seems a bit dizzy. And the wind smells so sweet as if it's whispering someone's name into my ears.

Tonight I feel like doing something unusual so, I am writing a letter to the stars talking about you.

I don't write your name. I address you as my 'sunshine' not only because you light up my days but also for- in my make-believe world

I'm the sunflower and all I need to survive is 'your' presence.

In the letter, I tell the stars how the sparkle of your eyes give a tough competition to them,

especially when you come across your favourite flowers or freshly baked cupcakes or a cup of coffee especially espresso and sometimes, me; reading out your favourite nazm.

I tell them how contagious your laugh is. When you laugh unapologetically it seems as if rain pouring upon the sunburnt grass after a long scorching afternoon. And I wonder if you know how the flowers smile when you look at them.

I tell the stars how badly I wish you were here, just beside me, looking at the sky and once again comparing my eyes to the moon and the locks of my hair to the dizzy dark clouds and teasing my immediate flushy cheeks.

I wish, at this very moment, somewhere you're also looking at the stars, talking about us.

Thinking how it was so good to be true

So How's life?

 ... So, how's life?

- Okay...

- Mhm, and why so?

- I don't know. It's just fine; the way it should be.

- Ah! 'The way it should be? What way? Your way? If yes, then why it's just fine and okay and not 'good'?

- I think, we, humans, are never satisfied with what we have. We are never fully contented with the situation we are in; we are always after something or the other and as soon as we achieve that particular goal we head on in the quest to the next. We rarely celebrate the moment we are in. These 'what ifs' keep budging our minds. In search of 'better', we neglect our present 'best' and then whine about our mediocre life.

- The way you're doing right now?

- Absolutely!

- How's your life?

- I don't know, but currently, I am quite enjoying this conversation of life. And I must say this cup of coffee and sandwiches; they are not whinning worthy either.

How does it feel?

How does it feel, when someone you love, loves you back?"

Like hot ginger tea, on a rainy afternoon.
Like sparkling stars, near the crescent moon.

Like autumn leaves, dancing in the breeze.
Like fresh droplets of dew, on flowers of misty trees.

Like taste of freedom after ten long years.
Like bright sun rays when the weather clears.

Like first words from your baby's lips.
Like touch of your lover's fingertips.

Like home made food after a long day.
Like a father's smile, receiving his child's first pay.

Like a mother's hug, nurturing and warm.
Like finding shelter in a windy storm..

Now imagine feeling all this at once.
THAT!
That's how it feels to be loved by someone you love
When you are to be afraid of loving her
And She refuses to be within you but she is present there.
To be with her to be not be with is what you can desire.

Like the autamn falls in the absence of winter
I Fall for you day everyday like it is meant to be.

The unfortunate perception about Sales.

 Although today's sales force is comprised of intelligent and ethical individuals, an unfortunate negative perception still exists about the occupation. In addition to countless representations of greedy, pushy salespeople popularised in movies,  We've all witnessed the stereotype of the "typical salesperson," focused entirely on the short-term benefit of a single sale. Along with the annoyance factor, This negative perception might make it difficult for salespeople to establish themselves as trustworthy consultants. 

 

The lousy salesmen have this question constantly in their minds "Why don't we get enough appointments." When you think about the reasons, it's easy to see: We waste the time of the people we want to see! We don't create value in every interchange we have with the customer. No wonder they refuse to speak with us. 

 

Consider this scenario. How often have you overheard someone mention a "Howdy Call?" These are a pure waste of everyone's time. 

 

What about sales calls where the salesperson's sole purpose is to pitch the newest product? "How are you doing?" was their only question. (And they didn't even wait for an answer before starting their pitch.)

 

What about the unprepared salesperson? Too many of us are quick-witted, that's part of what makes us good, but shooting from the lips does not compensate for lack of planning. 

 

If we all do one thing, we can shift the way salespeople are perceived. If we start doing one thing, customers will open their doors and answer their phones.

 

In every interaction with our customers, we must add value! We are wasting their time if we do not. If we can't identify the value we'll generate when planning a meeting, we're not ready for it and must cancel it.

 

Instead of thinking about how we can sell a product, we should consider how we can help clients. By doing so, we will be able to stay focused on the fundamental goal of solving problems and creating value. This creates a different language that conveys to customers that we are putting them first and goes a long way toward dispelling the negative perception of sales professionals.

You.

I want to write, 

Write about you.

Not just write, 

But also paint.

Paint you.

Not just you;

Your scars and,

The demons you have

In you.

Show me your scars.

For they will be the

Canvas to my painting and,

Ink to my write-ups.

Show me your demons,

For they will be the;

Paint brush for my painting

And the paper for my write-ups.

Show me your heart;

For I want to paint 

Something black and,

Bleed something red.

I want to write.

Write about you.

Not just write;

But paint you.

© nomeee

Let's end it. Right?

"You've a sexy voice. Let's chat." 

If I were to give you a dollar (currently 72.44 Indian rupees because "Modi Hai To Mumkin Hai") for guessing where I read this comment, what will you say?

Let's use some deduction that Sherlock uses to solve crimes. 

1. It's not on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Quora, Snapchat, WhatsApp, Gmail.

2. I didn't receive it. My voice is a disaster. 

Did you deduce it to YouTube? 

Eureka! You're right.

But, you've to tell the YouTube channel to get the dollar. 

Before you say a youtube channel of a singer, let me tell you the answer is no.

No singer, actor, dancer, cricketer, influencer, magician, prankster, etc etc.

Having pursued my bachelors from an engineering college, I've always relied on YouTube for learning.

And, there are some YouTube channels that are always at a rescue a day before the exam. 

One of them is run by a girl. She teaches well. 

The comments that her channel recieves shocked me. 

She solves problems on a piece of paper and only her hand and the piece of paper appears on the screen.

There's nothing else on the channel.

Despite the simplicity of the presentation and the utility of the content, she is facing the unending harassment.

"Dear, your voice is cute. I enjoyed the video. Show face."

Sadly, she's not the only one to receive such comments. Almost, all the female Youtubers undergo this.

Since the advent of Jio where every person in the corner has access to cheap Internet, it has only managed to increase.

© nomeee

Thought of the day !!

Many a time, I become insecure as I scroll my news feed and find an avalanche of people celebrating their accomplishments--buying iPhone X and travelling to New York.

"What have I achieved by now?"

"Will I be able to even get the half of it?"

I introspect in the most unhealthiest ways. I fear being left-behind. The fear of failure starts to sit above my head. I feat if I'll be deprived of these lavish lifestyles and the ingenious opulence that we all dream of.

However, when I contemplate a little smoothly, I realise that I overlook things that really matter, and that is why it happens. I forget to recall that once a stranger had sent me a long text message full of devastation. One of the lines read, "You've no idea what a single poem you wrote stopped me from doing. May God bless you."

And those words were way too big to display on my timeline or count as a mere achievement. It's the change I bring in others' lives. It's the smiles and warmth I spread across the humanity.

In fact, whatever you're doing at this point of time, it matters. Did you use your "Googling skills" and helped a man to find the nearest Starbucks? Kudos, dude. You did a great job. That man fell into a conversation with a girl as he took the first sip of the coffee. And you know, they complete each other's sentences now. You are impactful--not just a star that twinkles, disappears and reappears every night. You're the drop of rains that bemuse the world with petrichor.  

© nomeee

Backspace

Open facebook.

“What's on your mind?” It asks. Think about her. Open her profile. No new updates. Open messenger. Type her name. Active now.

“Hey, I am missing you.” Press backspace. “I need some time. I will talk tomorrow,” she had said.

Go back to scrolling endlessly.

Turn off the net. Lock the phone. Turn it back on again after 30 mins. Type that 16 characters long password in a haste. Incorrect password. Type again. Pull down the notification bar. 13° in your location, that's all it says. The phone beeps.

Open WhatsApp. 430 messages from 110 chats. Sadly, none from her. Open her thread. The hearts and the kisses were still there. “I love you.” Backspace again.

Put on the headphones. Create a new playlist just for the night. Don't forget to add “killing me to love you” and “total eclipse of the heart” to the playlist.

It's almost 3 am. Toss and turn in the bed a little, overthink a lot before finally sleeping. The night has ended. Perfect now. Wake up, check your phone.

5 AM: You have two missed calls.

© nomeee

Patronize her!!

Can you do me a favor?

Today, when your maid knocks at your door, greet her with a smile. When she enters your home, tell her to sit down.(make sure, she doesn't sit on the floor, arrange a chair for her.)

Bring a glass of water for her - the same glass in which your children drink water and make sure she knows it.

When she is gulping down the water, ask her how she is. Yes, just about herself and not what her husband is up to and if the neighbor is having an affair.

By now, she is extremely surprised and overwhelmed.

It might be the first time, you haven't handled her the list of the chores she has to do that day and you have bothered to talk to her.

Every person has a good and bad day. On bad days, they don't like to work.

Perhaps, she just visited you, and you started to scold her for being late. Had you noticed the red mark on her wrist? Her husband was trying to steal the money for alcohol. You added to her pain. Make sure, you don't do when the next time it happens.

I assure you it will take away nothing from you and she will get something costlier than the money she works for.

© nomeee

What went *WRONG*

We actually went wrong in the Biology class.

When my teacher drew two illegible circles on the blackboard and made a dot in their centres, the boys were controlling their laughter behind their books and the girls were overly embarrassed.

These are her's, one of the boys suggested, pointing his finger at a girl.
No, she doesn't have this big, someone else commented.

Before one more boy could give his opinion, only her school bag was there. We didn't see the girl after the incident. Disguised by our response, my teacher labelled the diagram in a grotesque manner and declared the rest as a homework.

Shouldn't have my teacher made the boy stand in his place and brusquely told him that breasts are just like the other organs of a woman's body and reminded him that he needed it for his bones to be in the correct order?

Maybe, the girl would have gotten some air to breathe; she's too young to bear what she had gone through.

Devastatingly, it's not limited to the Biology class.

When two girls would together take the permission to go to the washroom, boys would get the new topic to discuss.

This girl is in her periods, fingers would rise again.
Don't sit beside her--you'll catch an HIV infection, pieces of advice would be given.

Had only there were awareness programs organised to make them aware of menstruation, boys would have brought chocolates in the place of horrifying judgements.

Today, a writer tried debunking the myth that education can break down the rape culture--in his words--my fingers begged me to write how misleading the idea is.

Education can indeed break down the rape culture if given at the right time and at the right place.

© nomeee

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