UpAbove the DeepBelow

DeepBelow- In your empathy, wisdom & identity

Go DeepBelow.

Dive DeepBelow.

Gather DeepBelow.

Dance DeepBelow.

Smile DeepBelow.

Listen DeepBelow.

DeepBelow- In your empathy, wisdom & identity

Learn DeepBelow.

Teach DeepBelow.

Solve DeepBelow.

Share DeepBelow.

Party DeepBelow

DeepBelow- In your empathy, wisdom & identity

Grant DeepBelow

Sow DeepBelow.

Feed DeepBelow.

Motivate DeepBelow.

Shoulder DeepBelow.

LIVE DEEPBELOW.

Hey Pullers, Hey Pushers, Hey Critics, Hey Dirty Players,

I Ain’t tired yet,

I ain’t giving it up. 

Give me more!

Listen. Watch. You jaw droppers

It’s my steering, I drive it.My Style.

UpAbove –In your creed, Word & deed. 

Dream UpAbove.

Fly UpAbove.

Swim UpAbove. 

Dress UpAbove.

Shine UpAbove

Steer UpAbove. 

UpAbove –In your creed, Word & deed. 

Think UpAbove. 

Talk UpAbove.

Observe UpAbove.

Discuss UpAbove.

Decide UpAbove. 

UpAbove –In your creed, Word & deed. 

Laugh UpAbove.

Wink UpAbove.

Play UpAbove.

Comment UpAbove.

Win UpAbove.

RULE UPABOVE.

UpAbove –In your creed, Word & deed. 

Hey Pullers, Hey Pushers, Hey Critics, Hey Dirty Players,

I Ain’t tired yet,

I ain’t giving up. 

Give me more!

Listen. Watch. You jaw droppers

It’s my steering, I drive it. My Style. 

-Aravind Mohan

The Myst Midst Mist

Travelling through the crest and trough of Switzerland; absorbed in its beauty, I couldn't resist scribbling a few words. A poem written from te Golden Pass Train of Switzerland..

White cross midst a red pool

Blue water midst green Mounts

Lush green midsts tall brown

Colorful blossom midst green lushes

White snow midst blue giants

White cattle midst green arena

Rusty tracks midst  green forest

Black motors midst Grey tracks

Black dials midst white board

Restless Red arms midst lazy black sticks

Red roofs midst green blanket

The white swimmer midst blue ripples

White clouds midst blue cones

The colorless me midst His colorful awe!!

-Aravind Mohan

The Wonder. The Bliss

Eiffel Tower @the top. Couldn't stop writing, Couldn't control the flow of emotion. I thought I should pen my mind. Here is the poem written from the top of Eiffel tower.

No wonder they call it a wonder..

No wonder they call it a wonder!!

The tall man's  unconquerable beauty

Head high, the unhideable Majesty

To every ogler, an unquenchable foreplay

My virtual alter-ego in a magnetic canoply

A status of bravery and wisdom

No wonder they call it a wonder..

No wonder they call it a wonder

Angelic clouds kisses its blessings

Mother earth massages the four limbs

Scented breeze perfumes the warrior

Colored light dresses him up for the party

A hero, a king, a warrior a legend!!

An virtue  of pragmatism and heroism

No wonder they call it a wonder..

No wonder they call it a wonder

Like the honey bees of a disturbed comb

Every Step folks close to paradise

Like a million lightening

Flashes for memories

Like a managers cough on a sleepy workday

A sudden shake on a powerful air blow

A sign of awe and fantasy

No wonder they call it a wonder..

No wonder they call it a wonder

Midway view, a honeymoon before wedding

Flying hearts all round the arena

Hugs and kisses warms up a lonely heart

4 pairs of lips, an exotic current

Anticipation and imagination from this single soul

An epitome of love and romance

No wonder they call it a wonder..

No wonder they call it a wonder

-Aravind Mohan

An emotional sip!

Leonberg, 28^th March 2014 6.30 P.M.

Dark clouds playing hide and seek, Roars in the sky, Flooding wind through the small gap in the window. I opened the door of my apartment. Headed straight to the shower, back to the window dressed in my most comfortable cotton tshirt and tracks.

I opened the window.. I can still see the sunshine, bright at one end and cloudy dark reflections on the other end of the road. This is my 50 shades of grey!! I translate everything I see into pixels, frames, hue, saturation, whites and blacks. I am a photographer by passion and a software engineer by profession.

Just back from a wildlife photo shoot and an energy draining trekking, I knew I gave more work to my body than what it can easily take.

The cold breeze which indicated the chances of showers tried fighting with the steam forom my mug of hot coffee. I know I ll make my coffee win the battle. 8 sips, 2 mins, I declare the winner. With a Chanakyan grin on my face I was relishing the aroma of my strong coffee.

The winds were strong, moist and cold. The name board of my apartment was trebling. So were my knees. Sip. I looked back at life. I know I got all that I wanted. I learnt to chase my dreams. I remember my dream of join the most happening Software Company. Sip again. I still remember how I made it inside with a clean sweep. Like the winning moments of the world cup.  Sip again. I knew How I started chasing my dream of leaning to play guitar. I was reminded of people who laughed at me when I wanted to learn music at the age of 25. Many felt I was too old for it. The moments of my first stage show 2 years back to the latest TV recording flashed like a movie trailer. Sip again. I won the family lottery. The best souls in the world were related to me blood. Sip again. How did I miss my sweet little hero DON. My dachshund . A bravo. He will miss me. Sip again. Travelling to Germany and to work here was my passion. I made it here. I love the colours and flavors of Deutschland. I have beautifully captured them in my frames. Frames of mind and camera. Sip again. I know to make friends. There were still people from different parts of the world to say I miss you buddy. One in Bangalore, 2 in US, 2 in Coimbatore, and many more.. Being myself was the key. I never tried to pretend. I have probably underplayed many moments, but never tried to fake. I love being myself.

But that one gap. I know how much I missed it. It took me years to realize how much I missed it. The last sip of coffee. I didn’t drink it yet. Moist eyes made the dying steam blur. The steam witnessed first drop of drizzle. It wasn’t sure from where it came. Didn’t want my coffee to see more of me. Gluped. Yumm.

I closed the window. Turned ON the heater. Arranged my cozy bed. Thug. A big jump into my thick blanket. I made the whole room dark. Still the aroma of my deodorant made my room smell great. My body wanted this rest. It wanted to sleep without any disturbance.

Everything was set. Closed my eyes. That one gap. That one G-A-P. I felt void. I have been very busy throughout my life time and never sensed what I missed the most. Breakup was never an issue. I was so strong to get affected. I was so occupied that I forgot that I am single.

 I just understood I have lost my sleep. Turned on the light and searched for a note. I wanted to pendown. Damn!! My 30 Kilos permissible luggage did not have place for a notebook. I can open my latop and type it. But I always felt a pen in a better conductor of emotions than a keyboard.

After all these months of my breakup, probably today was the day of realization. I am all set to fall in love. All over again. I am probably good at that. I remember the moments when I made my girl smile. The moments when I made her blush. The moments I made her fly. The moments I made her feel special. The moments I expressed love. I loved being in love.

Finding the right girl. Falling in love like crazy. Chasing to the get the glimpse of her. Planning the scenes to impress. Scribbling the phrases of emotion.

I know I am all set to fall in love. But where is the girl??

Where the hell are you? It’s already 28 years since I came into this world and you have still not found me? Damn Germany. Couples hugging and kissing all over the streets.

Give me a clue where you are!! I am all set to chase it. And take the 16 sips of coffee together!!

 -Aravind Mohan

The confessions of a Project Mananger - An Introduction to the series

Why this experiment? You’re sure you want to write a series on this? You've lost your mind? With what capacity are you writing this? Are you a management Guru? Do I get to read some juicy secrets?

Errrr.. The top heard questions when I disclosed my next big series. The untold questions from my close circle are definitely more and better unheard!!

First let me introduce myself. I am a weird creature, that spends most of the time observing and double the time expressing, and triple the time keeping the conclusion to my notes.

After graduating from yet another Engineering College, I joined yet another Software giant to write yet another piece of code followed by yet another job change.

Midst the usual moving crowd and stagnant crowd of ID card displaying meeting sleepers, I started noticing the influence of each member to the progress of the project. This was the first motive for me to move from Technical career path to the Project Management path. It was a tough choice, too young for such a huge responsibility, still a kick of the un-tasted alcohol of management gave the urge to proceed.

I understood the importance of every individual’s emotion and how it contributed to the development of a society. This gave a push for me to dive deep into the pool of Psychology.  This is a pool which has already witnessed lot of people lost, Drowned, preaching but now, one manager, with the mix of all!

What qualifies me to write a series on this?

Nothing great. Just a half baked half MBA, half baked Psychologist, Half baked Manager, Half baked writer. But the only one specimen in this combination

What qualifies you to read?

Ability to read and understand English

Disclaimer:

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. . I might take some example of what happens with my colleagues working in other organization but never a reference to my personal life or people I have met in my career. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Still if you find someone with the same characteristics of what I have written in any of my article, please understand that there are probably so many people with the same composition. Don’t ignore the article, but check if is fits your size and don’t miss on the take away.

The Magnum Opus

The initials shaped Mountains,
The soupy thick clouds,
The ubiquitous wind,
The black and white clouds
The doppelganger!
Acme of resonance!!


Plethora of leaves,
Sweeping through the path,
The first drop of rain,
Ambrosia at your reach!

The tip of the Mountain,
In excited state,
Not grounded;
Thanks to the clouds
-The stimuli
For the avalanche,
On the avalanche


Sunshine on one side,
Rain drops on the other,
searching for the rainbow,
But the possessive cloud
Covered the torch,
Nature is surely a she!!

Coimbatore – The Magnum Opus of Mother Nature
Wilder than the wildest of your imagination!!

- Aravind Mohan

Why Am I blogging?

Everytime I wanna start blogging, the question that I ask myself - Why am I blogging? What do I gain out of it? How are my readers gonna benefit out of it?
And I always run out of answers and never started blogging (Lucky you!!). Not anymore!
Yeah, Today I came up with answer.
Even today my sister would pull my leg describing how I use to play with toys. Let's travel with time and go back to my good old childhood days. When a set of toys are given to me and left alone in a  room, the next agenda would be to create a role play with that. Every time I play, I would create a story line or talk to myself, narrate a story and play with the toys I have. A big G.I.Joe fan - I would recreate a war and strategize different winning steps everyday. Then there was a happy Kiddo, a kid who could express his ideas in a creative way.
But as I grew up, I had to find out a way to express my ideas and views. Definitely the world will laugh at me if I play with the silly toys and Talk to myself. (But then, I still secretly do That. Shhhh!!!)

And I guess this justifies me naming my blog as Soliloquizing Discussion. An oxymoron.  Whatever I debate with myself, Let me pen them down for my readers to follow.

Could be something as silly as my street cricket. Could be my political view, could be a review of a book or a movie, could be my best clicks, could be the scribbled words by the wordsworth in me, could be about something that affected me on a particular day - who cares! It is a reflection of myself.

Happy reading folks!!
Happy Blogging Aravind!! (Errr!! You're wondering why I am typing this? Afterall, this is a Soliloquizing-Discussion ; I am allowed to talk to myself.)

God!! My first blog sounds so serious.. Not like the actual me.. Never mind, better ones to follow...