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The Garland of Purpose: A Parable for HR

  The Garland of Purpose: A Parable for HR A young boy wandered into a lush garden and was surprised to find dozens of fresh flowers scattered on the ground—not wilted, but fallen in their prime. Without hesitation, he rushed to his nearby home, grabbed a plastic tub, and carefully gathered every bloom, determined to give them a second life. Back home, he presented the flowers to his sisters. “Make a garland,” he said, “using all of them.” The younger sister took charge first, examining each flower with a gentle eye. She trimmed the dry edges, removed the bruised petals, and arranged them in a harmonious sequence of color and size. Then the elder sister took over, binding the arrangement with a thin but strong banana fibre—pulling every flower into place until the garland hung whole and radiant. When the boy saw it, he smiled. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “If we had left these flowers on the ground, they would have dried up and lost their charm. But now, for the next few days, ...
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Our Character: Asset or Liability?

  Our Character: Asset or Liability? Our character can be either an asset or a liability—depending on how well we understand the power of attitude. The word "attitude" is often used informally to describe someone who stands out or behaves differently. You’ve likely heard the phrase: “They’re showing attitude.” But attitude itself is neutral. It can be positive or negative, shaped entirely by how we perceive a situation and choose to respond. Let’s explore the connection between character and attitude. Consider someone who always views feedback as criticism. If that person constantly defends their mistakes, their character may be seen as unwilling to learn or improve. The issue isn’t the mistake—it’s the attitude toward it. Now imagine someone else who makes a mistake but doesn’t blame anyone. Instead, they look inward to understand where they went wrong. This person sees the error as a result of ignorance or oversight—not as a personal failure. Their reaction is to ...

The Walk Within

  The Walk Within Characters: Arjun: A young man, mentally restless and unable to focus on work or personal life. The Monk (Anand): A calm, wise teacher visiting town for a few weeks. Disciple: A helper assisting the monk. The Meeting Arjun couldn’t sit still. His thoughts raced like leaves in a storm. At work, he stared at the screen without seeing it. At home, he snapped at his wife over small things. Restlessness had become his shadow. A friend advised him, “There’s a monk in town. He’s giving talks on life. Stay with him for a few weeks.” Desperate, Arjun agreed. When he arrived at the monk’s temporary shelter, a disciple greeted him. Arjun poured out his troubles. The disciple listened patiently, then disappeared into the monk’s room. A few minutes later, he returned. “The monk will see you,” the disciple said. “But first, come for an early morning walk tomorrow. 5:30 AM sharp.” Arjun nodded, confused but hopeful, and went home. The Sile...

Pain In Love-Song

  Pain In Love   The bullet that pierced my body Did pain me, but not so painfully As the words spoken by the one I love.   The wounds from battle healed, But not the wounds in my heart From the fight with my beloved.   Guarding the borders with sleepless nights Was a pride, But guarding love with sleepless nights Was a pain.   A ceasefire on the battlefield was possible, But a ceasefire in the love field Was closer to impossible— Where the battle never ends, And the love war continues.   The soldier on the other side is an enemy by default, But enmity in love is a personal choice.   Waiting for leave from the battlefield Is a peaceful pain, But waiting to meet a lover after a long pain Is brutal— The brutality worse than any missile fired.   Taking a command from an officer Is a relationship between an officer and a gentleman, But taking commands from a lover Instead of love and ca...

You Know Why?-Song

  You Know Why? The roses were angry, Other flowers were angry too. The garden was fuming— You know why: The beauty took the garden by storm. That beauty is mine, The one for whom my eyes stay wide open.   The curved, large statues were angry, Other statues were angry too. The museum was firing— You know why: The beauty burned the museum with her hips. That curvy beauty is mine, The one for whom my hands wait.   The ace poets were angry, And so were the newbies. The hall was filled with silence— You know why: The beauty blew through the hall with a smile, More than a poem, She was a poem for me, The one for whom my ears are waiting.   The beauty pageants stopped walking the ramp, So did the first-time ramp walkers. The judges were confused— You know why: The beauty just walked a few steps, She is the role model for models. That walk was a dance for me, The one for whom my legs wait to dance.   ...

The Water within

  The Water within In today’s hyper-connected world, technology is everywhere—from ordering food with a single tap to monitoring our heartbeat on a smartwatch. But lurking beneath all this convenience is a major global crisis: the looming shortage of clean water for drinking and daily use. Yes, many of us have installed water softeners to prevent hard water from damaging pipes, utensils, hair, and skin. But a softener alone doesn’t make water safe to drink. For that, we need an RO filter or a similar purification system. So far, so logical. However, the real purpose of this article isn’t water treatment. It’s about something deeper: softening ourselves and filtering the information we consume. Just as water turns hard due to minerals and impurities, we too are becoming harder—emotionally and socially. This inner hardness leads to toxic behavior, unnecessary conflict, and a lack of empathy. And just as hard water damages pipes, our hardness stains our relationships and makes...

The Moon in my Room-Song

  The Moon in my Room The DJ was spinning, a fever in the air Youngsters were singing, without a single care Men were drinking whiskey, bold and blind Girls were shaking their legs, leaving thoughts behind It was a perfect Saturday night, wild and bright For every party lover chasing neon light   As the tracks kept changing, smooth and slow Pretty women walked in, putting on a show Men stood waiting, like hunters in the wild Hoping to pick the woman of their choice, beguiled The DJ cranked the volume, and the speakers came alive Drinks kept flowing, taking fingers for a dive Young lovers pressed closer, bodies warm and tight Getting ready to fill the dance floor through the night   But I was the mute spectator, a ghost inside the glow With a glass of cheap beer, watching the chaos grow The night was catching up; hearts were warming slow Then I saw her walk in — and I forgot everything I know   A young lady walked in, like a...