This is a poem about the difficulties one faces in Recruitment for Investment Banking roles. Here is the content: Search, find, talk, repeat This is what Recruitment is all about, isn’t it? You couldn’t have been more wrong Especially when considering the world of Investment Banking It is a very small world You speak to…Read more Search, Find, Talk, Repeat
Dear Amma, First of all Let me wish you A very Happy Mother’s Day How do I even begin? You’ve been there for me Right from day one From giving birth to me To raising me as a child Sending me to school Supporting me through my teens Which were frankly some of the most…Read more Mother’s Day Special Poem
This is an open letter. No, I don't mean a letter with complaints addressed to the government and to be read by the public. This is an open letter to my dear uncle - my mother's elder brother (and only sibling) Ashok; known affectionately as "Ashok Mama" - for his 60th birthday tomorrow. Without much…Read more Open Letter To My Dear Mama
A poem dedicated to my boss for expecting us to do Recruitment without Naukri.com. Here is the content: You want us to work hard We have been doing that For the last five years In case you haven’t noticed You want us to achieve results Again, we’ve been doing that Maybe not every quarter But…Read more Doing Recruitment Without Naukri.com
As the signal changes colour From red to green The guard waves a green flag And the Assistant Loco Pilot sounds the horn A deep and beautiful melody Which seems to arise Right from the heart And pulls you into a trance Such that, the only thing you want to hear Is this intoxicating horn…Read more See How Times Are Changing
All of us suffer a loss of a loved one at some stage or the other. After all, we are all mortals and death is inevitable. However, some deaths can affect us more than others; depending on the closeness of the relationship, age of the person, circumstances etc. So it was in the case of…Read more Remembering Kalyani Patti
Every day need not be good As we all know There is no rose without a thorn So, if you want good days You have to take in the bad days as well However, today is an exception That has proved the rule So far, nothing has gone right Everything I have touched Has turned…Read more A Day Where Nothing Has Gone Right
Poem dedicated to the owners of the organisation where my best friend worked till yesterday; they treated her like a slave and didn’t pay her the salary for most of the time that she worked. They even made her exit painful and denied her the full and final settlement. Here’s the content: How low can…Read more How Low Can You Sink?
What a whirlwind the last one month or so has been A gargantuan project Which nearly blew us out of our minds And gave us a few sleepless nights Followed by another project Albeit a smaller one But no less challenging And yet again It was something Which required us to break our heads over…Read more Still Looking For A Break
As a massive project finally ended After hours and hours Days and days And weeks and weeks Of burning the midnight oil And sacrificing a lot of things Including some precious sleep I had a normal weekend For the first time In what seemed to be light years However, it was as ephemeral As a…Read more Will I Ever Get A Break?