I was on the top of the hill disguising venturer with depressing bubbly tears. There was an imprint of chalk on a rock staring at me. “Let’s just…… Read more “A Lost Venturer”
On your first day, if someone introduced you to the team by spelling out your designation and after hearing your post title the person spits out the…… Read more “Journey from Tech to Creative”
I also believe that communication with physical presence and voice interaction (phone calls and video calls) are much more powerful medium than social media interconnection for the humanized experience.
I close my eyes, again. I am standing at the center of this signal where two roads are crossing each other. I can hear the shout for help, running foot whispers, scream for revolution, chants for freedom and mystical notes of singing clowns ‘Ha Ha Ha I lose… Ha Ha Ha I lose… Ha Ha Ha I lose’.
The shining path won’t shout for you to choose it, the readily-mixed colored paper won’t fly around you to pick it, the twisting and trickling happening won’t jumble your world until you liberate yourself.
If I combine all the stories from the show one boy life would be described as he struggles from the womb, wrapped up with all world’s responsibility, ultimately he is helpless but is not allowed to shed a drop of tear because it could be misinterpreted for weakness and boys suppose to be strong.
Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. She is happy; so, I should be happy for her. Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. After all, she was the one who inspired me to do what I meant to do always; because