Musing Mermaid

From the days when notice period sword hung on our heads, That’s when we started knitting this LS thread. Our daily hurdles for LS courses update, Where stringent deadlines to deliver was mandate. Our loopholes on "Backdating and Daw Codes", Made the entire team to run on its toes. New work welcomed, followed by estimation exercise... That commissioned the client with a hefty price. Much discussion, Deepak announced deliverable dates, with enuff buffers, And there we worked, crushing estimation and we all suffered. And then started Salome’s scripting which was innovative, Leaving all the practice teams to be inquisitive. Hanish’s creativity stood worth for the course’s graphics, With LD and CT pleading him to give one time fix. And there Nimisha pitched in for "Prepare to Sell" Loads of good hours after office she had to shell. Kishore dived deep with "Pharmacy Technician in the Workplace" Poor guy skipped his ciggies, and to blogging he waved bye Pradeep

Shimmering studs, glittering stones, glinting rings….they all looked amusingly beautiful, but only at chiseled noses… that was she belief, so nose rings..nopes….they are just not meant for her outspread nose….but with all her exhilaration she planned for the big day!! The thought of puncturing the sensitive nosy chilled down her spine. And her quivering mind followed every lass with pierced nose. Had it been among the office colleagues, or amidst a crowded market complex. Not even she let the studded noses off her mind while brisk walking for temple every morning. She was living with it in every thought of hers. Realized it when the other day pandit ji shook her vehemently while distributing Prasad n she found herself lost in chasing the beauty of a glimmered nose of a lady next to her. Oh she had enough! needed to get in action now, so after much research, one fine evening; she walked up to the guy. The minute she landed there, was all welcomed. The guy claimed to be proficient in hi

Left drowned in the eyes a never fulfilled dream to be, A flaming moment of desire tells, Dry should not be in eyes, the flown tear to be. Times when I poured the heart to my loved ones, Learnt the art of calculating, the never succeeded relations to be. Would be the traces, a few walks down my lane, Fade should not be in heart, the never dying memories to be. Left buried deep in the pages of my book, Smash should not be the petals of the flower, which never dried to be.