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After Seeing You-Song

  After Seeing You After seeing you, after seeing you— the painter in me began painting you— the curve of your silence, the light in your stillness. After listening to you, after listening to you— the author in me began writing a book about you— the day you laughed at rain, the night you spoke without words. After speaking to you, after speaking to you— the poet in me began reciting poems on you— poems of serene moments, of dawns we borrowed and kept. After travelling with you, after travelling with you— the traveller in me began exploring you— not to find, but to understand. And after dining with you, after sharing bread with you— the chef in me began cooking for you— not just food, but warmth, not just spice, but care. After staying with you, after staying with you— the caretaker in me began caring more for you— caring for our love, and for the quiet you. After relating with you, after relating with you— the lover in me began loving y...
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The State of Mind-Song

    The State of Mind We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we have more reasons to be unhappy We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we are sunk in guilt The only way out is to seek forgiveness To restore the happiness in us We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we are sunk in regret The only way out is to forgive ourselves To restore the happiness in us We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we are worried about the future The only way out is to prepare for it To restore the happiness in us We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we keep comparing ourselves to others The only way out is to accept our uniqueness To restore the happiness in us We are unhappy We are unhappy Not because there’s no reason to be happy But we are carried away by others' critic...

The Hidden Gift in Every Helping Hand

  The Hidden Gift in Every Helping Hand When someone reaches out to help us, the outcome can be a lifeline, a minor lift, or sometimes—honestly—more of a hindrance than a help. But here’s the catch: the result isn’t the point. The gesture is. Too often, we wait to see if the help works before we decide to say thank you. We evaluate, we judge, we measure—and only then, if the scales tip in our favor, do we offer our gratitude. But that’s backward thinking. In a world where more and more people are turning inward, guarding their time and energy, an offer of help is already a quiet miracle. It’s a choice to step out of self and into someone else’s struggle. That alone deserves our deepest thanks—not conditionally, not belatedly, but sincerely and immediately. When we acknowledge that effort, something beautiful happens. We’re not just being polite—we’re being powerful. Our gratitude does more than reflect our own good manners; it shines a light on another person’s kindness an...

That’s when you are truly Free-Song

  That’s when you are truly Free   When you free your mind, When you free your mind From all your worries— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From all the pain— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From hatred— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From guilt— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From regret— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From jealousy— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From unwanted desires— That's when you are truly free. When you free your mind, When you free your mind From comparison— That's when you are truly free. Once you realise the oppressor Is your own thoughts, and your mind is your prisoner— unlock from within ...

Freedom is not Free

  Freedom is not Free Freedom Is Not Free Freedom comes with responsibility. Freedom is not free— it comes with accountability. Freedom is not free— it comes with punctuality. Freedom is not free— it comes with discipline. Freedom is not free— it comes with respecting others' freedom. Freedom is not free— it comes with duties. Freedom is not free— it comes with ethics. Freedom is not free— it comes with morality. Freedom is not free— it comes with a sense of caution. Freedom is important to live freely, but not at the cost of one's own or others' health, mind, and time. Free yourself from the notion that freedom is free. Freedom has a cost— and that cost should be considered before unleashing oneself in the name of freedom. M.L. Narendra Kumar        

The Art of Controlled Speed: Lessons from the Road and the Boardroom

  The Art of Controlled Speed: Lessons from the Road and the Boardroom On a sun-baked highway, two bikers raced against the wind. The first, intoxicated by velocity, twisted his throttle far beyond the legal limit, his machine humming with reckless energy. The second rider, calm and disciplined, cruised steadily within the prescribed speed—unflashy, but in full command. Then came the invisible enemy: a slick, treacherous patch of oil spilt across the asphalt. For the speedster, it was a trap he couldn’t escape. His tyres lost grip in an instant, the bike slid out from under him, and he went tumbling across the tarmac—left with agonising bruises, a broken ego, and a painful reminder that momentum without control is a gamble. The second rider, however, felt the subtle shift beneath his wheels and reacted instantly. Because he wasn't overextending his limits, he had the margin to decelerate smoothly, correct his balance, and glide past the hazard unscathed. The takeaway is as ...

Disconnect to Bond

  Disconnect to Bond A family of four—a father, mother, a teenage daughter, and a son—were laughing and having fun. The giggling was nonstop, and they were pulling each other's legs in the midst of the candlelight placed in the centre of the hall. Once the power resumed, they started playing some board games, and all four hit the bed, wishing each other good night. The next morning, an old man came to the house and handed over four different covers to each family member. He did not speak a single word and left the house. Once the old man left, each family member opened the cover to take out their respective mobile phones. The next weekend, the old man came on Saturday morning to collect the mobiles from all the family members and returned them on Sunday evening. After 12 weeks, the old man assembled all four family members and asked them to narrate what happened over the weekend. Each person started appreciating each other, highlighting their needs and the fun they had. The...