Grammar Nazi's

Consider this as an open letter to all those Grammar Nazis out there.

You people are great.

I seriously commend your ability to spot errors.

You surely make a wonderful Monitoring and continuous improvement team. 

But hang on for a moment, I must save some praises for the end.

A sweet dessert always helps after some hot chilly and tongue-enthralling spices. Let us start then.

What I want to say is are we already a generation that ridicules emotions just because something is not written in a way that is correct according to the reference books.

Can't we leave it to the formal desks where it matters the most?

Aren't we already facing a communication breakdown in this huge interconnected world?

Isn't it completely and blatantly unfair of us to stop someone from saying something only because they don't say it the way we were theoretically taught?

I am seriously against the grammar nazism on social networks and young budding writers. To me, social media is a medium for the world to connect. To connect beyond boundaries and differences. We seriously can't allow your immense love for either grammar or perfection to ruin that.

Why are we so quick to judge and not just judge but troll someone for being imperfect?

Aren't we a part of that same infamous, not-so-glorious, never-ending and imperfect clan?

I also want to ask a few selective unknown individuals or rather I should say intellectuals of the same Grammar nazi community.

Why run after perfect grammatical use in informal conversations?

The most beautiful pieces of text in any language could be grammatically incorrect. They should be allowed to be grammatically incorrect.

Writing is not about accuracy, it's not about perfect grammar, neither vocabulary or many syllable words.

For once I can say it's not even about words, It is all about emotions.

Meaningless, incomplete and unpolished words stringed together beautifully as jewels in emotions. Grammar is a great gem to be attributed to a crown but the emotion is the crown itself. Without grammar, the crown may feel incomplete but without emotions, it won't exist.

What comes from earth tearing sadness,

From broken hearts,

From depressed minds,

From unbearable pain,

From a wounded nerve,

From a life-changing emotion,

From the superlative of life and the experience of death

What comes and whatever comes from within needs not be perfect.

Neither are you. Nor am I.

Perfection suits myths and not reality and the absence of perfection all around is a great proof.

All said and done you beautiful souls should surely take all opportunities to improve us. I wish the good does give you grace marks for making us all better humans. [Or grammatically better humans :-) ]

That's it for dessert and apologies on the table for anyone who felt bad about reading this or about any grammatical errors spotted

Hello friends,

I have been asked to write something "Motivational". I have usually written impromptu and without ever being ready for the subject.

Till now I have only written when words have come to me. I try to do the same today but I know the topic beforehand.

I felt the need to write this here and now.

I am not a professional writer but this is what I always do. Whenever I feel there is a need for interaction and with no one in particular,

I express it in words.

It might sound a little strange to you but writing to me is black and white. There is no "GREY" in writing.

It gives me more clarity on my approach and views on a particular subject and hence makes me better.

I won't say that I would change anything with my words but I surely intend to put my perspective of things in words today.

We all have something within us that drives us throughout our lives, Something that keeps us in all the ups and downs of life.

Something that we are never sure of and something that is possibly not the same thing all the time. This is Motivation and you always have it in you.

Another thing that I know about "MOTIVATION" is people only want to take it from successful people.

Success has a lot of defined parameters for each one of us and not many would define me as successful for what I am today.

But regardless I am going to write. For me, it is more important. I don't want to say much, Just share a few things with you amazing people.

There is a reason why we are all different. The differences that we have, help us in a lot of ways.

I think one of the things that's different for all of us is "How we see the world?". Your lenses surely see it differently than my lenses.

I firmly believe that we should see and analyze things from as many lenses as possible.

We are never aware of what our lens is missing. Probably seeing it from your lens may just make things very clear for me or vice versa.

I want to tell you a few things that I have seen with my lenses. A few observations that I feel are worth sharing.

Have you ever observed an egg closely?

Yes, an egg. ( Egg and motivation, Great deal.)

I want to tell you there is a specialty with eggs. It is completely closed. There is no way in or out.

The creature inside this egg waits for the perfect time and when it is perfect it just breaks the shell and comes to life.

It is one of the best lessons I learnt in my life. The creature inside the shell tells us that sometimes in life we will land in problems that have no way out and in problems that we have no idea how we landed in but we need not freak out. It is just for our protection and nourishment.

That once the time is right we can also break the shell and come to life and once we come back from that eggshell (problem) we are a much better person.

Only for what we have experienced.

Here, I also want to add another thing. The eggshell we are talking about it is possible that we won't break it in our first attempt.

We may just have to keep trying again and again to break the eggshell but that does not mean all your attempts when you don't get out of the shell are failures.

Sometimes you may have to deal with this problem with a blacksmith approach.

A blacksmith has to use his hammer 100 times until it breaks down the Iron or it takes the correct shape.

But we need to understand that all his hundred strikes were important to achieve the result.

His success was not the result obtained from the 100th strike but the result obtained by the sum of all 100 strikes.

To break your eggshell(problem) you never know how many strikes it will take. But understand you are always one strike closer to success.

So keep trying one more time until it is the final strike. Until it finally breaks.

Until you know that you have defeated the problem by striking it a 100 times, Never give up. Never failing until you succeeded.

This is not just about writing another article. Unlike all other articles, I intend to achieve something with my words here.

I intend to strike a conversation with you. I want to talk to each one of you. We have all been through or are facing some really tough times in our life.

And some of us have got too much on the plate to deal with.

Don't worry this is not that post where I will question your abilities to deal with stress and situations.

I am sure we are all warriors and warriors never fight to lose. We fight and We either win or vanish fighting but never lose.

I also know this for a fact that we all have a way we want to deal with things.

Especially those of us dealing with depression and anxiety. I know how difficult it is.

I know you have listened to too much already.

I know you don't want to listen to anything more and I know it's dark in there.

But I am not here to talk, I am not here to help and not here to do any favors.

No popular quotes, No many syllable words and No advice on how you should sort things out.

I am just here to tell you I am listening and that I should always be there to listen to you.

I want to tell you that I have complete faith in the person that you are and you would leave these dark traces behind in search of your light.

I am here to draw a "HAND". A hand that wants to help you. A hand that I want to craft with my words.

A hand that tells you about how sure I am about you getting out of your tough times. A hand of Assurance.

I just wanted to do this so that whenever anyone of you does want to talk, you should know that I am available and ready to listen.

I would listen to you without being judgmental and intolerant of your views.

I would listen to you with undivided attention and I would listen to you endlessly.

I am doing this because I want to.

I want to make sure that whenever anyone of you wants to go grab that hand and come out of dark even if for some time they should not be hesitant.

I would also love to listen to examples and observations from your lenses.

How could I be an atheist?

For, I believe too much.
I believe that you will believe what I  tell you.
And what if I tell you that he uses an endless scroll of paper to write our stories.
What if I tell you that he has written all of our stories. Your story and mine. That he has replaced the characters with a reason to introduce new ones. That he is currently watching all 7.4 billion of his characters unfold in the glory of his work. That he has lived our stories in his imagination before he wrote and brought our stories to life. That our existence is proof of being the very best of what he has created.
For you know he doesn't just want 50 shades of grey as his billion characters show him trillion shades of VIBGYOR.

What if I tell you he writes them with a magical feather quill.
That he is always in search of characters that outperform.
That he has a sharp eye for those who help other characters to perform their part well. That he can erase and rewrite the most beautiful characters with a wave of his magical quill.

What if I tell you that this master craftsman has not just written all our stories. He has been a part of them. He has smiled at being able to produce them. That he has read them again and again until his heart was full of joy. That he knows your entry and your exit with everything that will happen in between but still he wants to see if you turn that ink a shade darker. That he still wants to erase and rewrite it with whatever you want but he still wants to see you accept what he gave. He wants you to rise above the struggles and help others who are struggling so that he can lift that quill one more time and with a swift wave change it to the better story you want.

For when I write I see him as a writer.
But as a theist, I believe that he is whatever you want him to be and he can help you become whatever you want to be.

What if I ask you, Do you believe?

My life is a story.
Where you have all added some sentences.
You have added vocabulary to my life and meanings to my words.
A few of you have added bigger words and bigger sentences,
A few of you have added smaller words and smaller sentences.
But all of it is equally important.
Because a lot of good stories always remain incomplete without those smaller and seemingly less important pieces.

Now, here I ask you all to be my reviewer.
For I am his creation and so are you.
With all fair rights, I request you to write your reviews but before you measure my life and this story by your fine lenses.
Be mindful that my life has never really been about earnings or achieving. It has always been about giving back.
Measure me by what I have given back and I shall be assured to pass all fair judgements.
For I have always lived my stories to their best possible ends.


For, My life is a poem
And you have all added your own RYTHM.
The tunes and the tones,
The emotions and the jewels.

For, I was only words and those words that earn their meaning through you.
To which you also add emotions that make it more supreme.

For, I could never ask you for more.
As you have already blessed me with more than I deserve.

For, Now it's more about giving back.
And I can tell you that's how it has always been.

For, I don't seek perfection.
Nor do I believe in it.
It is non-existent.
In Humans and in God's
In life and after the end of it.
Perfection is not rare, it's a myth
The one that never existed and the one that never can.
For it is also another way to let you know that there is still more to go.

Truly yours,
Abhay Singh.

Tangible: Things that you can touch (actually perception by touch)
Intangible: unable to be touch.

Why in the whole wide world am I starting with something that is related to economics? I will come to that by the end of this piece of text. While explaining this concept across articles I found the objects that you touch are tangible for example my phone, my watch, the dining table, the car and the building all are tangible to economics.
Patents, copyrights, trademarks, brand recognition and goodwill are intangible. To better explain this at a few places they say it's very simple what I touch is tangible and what I feel is intangible. So basically emotions are intangible. Emotions of anger, hate, joy, sorrow, and love are all intangible. It was all going good for me till I read love is intangible.

I thought of why I think love is tangible.
Why couldn't I just agree as I did with everything else?
I rack my brains, the gears there a little rusty all the time but a perfect clockwork.

It brings me to the day I purchased the Indian cricket team jersey for an event in my office. Before wearing the jersey I touch the letters INDIA and then the logo. This is it. I disagree with economics, love is tangible

And then I think of a soldier,
A soldier's love for the flag. The way it triggers an outpour of his emotions when he touches his love, when he touches the flag. It is tangible for a soldier because he can touch the flag and flag means love to a soldier.

Then I think of a farmer,
A farmer's love for the soil, Soil means love to the farmer. A farmer touches the soil, he works on it, he smells it, he cares for it. A farmer understands the soil.

What I want to conclude is love can really be tangible if it is unmatched and unparelleled. Like that of a soldier or a farmer or of a freak psyche fan. If you could love anything this way never believe economics when it says love is intangible.

So economics goes wrong about love, why?
Because economics is all brains and love it is completely no brains. To understand love you need another organ, the brain is not sufficient.

Dedicated to all those who make me what I am. Who make me think love is tangible.

‌Signing off with a hope that all of you find someone or something that could make love tangible and economics wrong for you.

Abhay singh

MY COMPANIONS IN 22. (THE MOST EXTENDED VERSION OF THANK YOU NOTE)

Most of you when done reading would say they have seen shorter acknowledgements for books but this is an acknowledgement to my life till now, it deserves some length. There are parts about specific people, others if you get bored please feel free to skip. ( do not complaint later.) Writing Thank you is a great task and a greater responsibility. Especially for people like me who do not use this word very often.

Hello to my whole wide world,

(MY UNIVERSE IS RESTRICTED TO MY PEOPLE.)

It has been a year since I decided to write my first blog. This is very personal. It all does mean a lot to me. I have barely ever written anything that's public and sometimes I guess there is no need for that because this is like my (digital) diary a very few selected individuals should read this. Over the last one year, I have written 5 articles or blog. It was a great experience. Regardless of how many people read the blog.

I learnt a lot. I always had a thing for writing. I always wanted to write but not commercially.  To me, writing has always been associated with emotions and I am really not sure how does one commercialize emotions.  I have written things in my sleepless nights, during tough hours, on my way to somewhere or you can say whenever I felt I should let the words flow. Writing has always been the oil and grease to the gears in my brain. It has been my tool of creativity and ideas. While writing I have most often dived deep into my strange pool of emotions, into the lanes you would barely visit and it is there where you find the most important things in your life. Once into these dives, I can guarantee you one would never get disappointed. You find the most valuable pearls of wisdom here. It is the ultimate task to go there but if you reach there you don't just find words and emotions, there you would see that it is the introspection that was most required. A visitor to these lanes has a lot of clarity in life, has enhanced emotional abilities and could bring their focus back from distractions. We all must write when we feel like. It does not matter if you really have the vocabulary, grammar, content, knowledge or enthusiasm to do it. We should all do it to introspect.

Fortunately or unfortunately (for a few of my friends) I did decide to write this. I know these days long is boring but can't help much. Anyways most people who are going to read this know me to well and my habits. So they are never going to demand an apology.

It was my Birthday yesterday let me also take the opportunity to thank a few people. I have grown ( in age at least) to a 22-year-old.

Should start with my family obviously they have been with me for these 22 years. I am the youngest one in my clan. So I have had my ears pinned to their advice( though sometimes I only listen and do not follow the same.) {It's quite human} These people have a very high ability to understand. A gem of a bunch. Apologies for the mistakes I have made and thank you for your constant, never-ending, selfless support.

Then my friends. Oh! There is an endless list of people here. It's quite difficult to mention all of them but let me take a shot at few.

To my GULLY BOYS. (Akshay, Onkar, Tushar, Hrishikesh, Bhaiya and Gautam) :-

We have probably been together for 18-20 years if not all 22 years.

With time we have been separated by distance but we all are still the same people. We have spent our childhood in each other's company. Glad we are all still in touch. Our conversations are now rare but full of laughter and memories.

To my school friends (Sandesh and Pratik)

I remember the exact date (20 JULY 2004) YES IT IS VERY RARE THAT SOMEONE WOULD. WE SHOULD CELEBRATE PK. FRIENDSVARY. ALMOST 15 YEARS.

Sandesh just a year later. Has been my most dependable ally. A brother. I love him for everything he is.

We have started working. We do talk every day. Meet at weekends. Watch movies. Do a lot of mess together.

Clean that mess together.

Seems like I had the most dependable guys waiting for me. We are still in touch. Always do find reasons and ways to meet each other.

My happy realization is we have spent almost two-thirds of our life together.

A large pool of people I met after school. :- You guys are proof that friendship does not depend on the length of acquaintance.

We have not been together for as long, but you have all made vital contributions while maintaining my faith in friendships.

I know I can count on you in times of need.

I am sure you will count on me when I am needed.

Special mention:

Amit, Akash, Akshay, Rupesh, Rehman, Irshad, Ravikant, Priya, Sonali, Snehal, Ankita, Prasad, Shams, Abhishek, Satish, Javed, Arjun, Abhijeet, Sumreet

Farheen ( I would always be indebted to you.  I would have never started this blog)

I have always believed an Individual has two important social aspects involved in their making

The first half comprises of their extended family. (parents, siblings, relatives, neighbours and the teaching social lot.) -50% share in what a person becomes.[external factors]

The second half: FRIENDS. Does not need explanations.  50% share in what a person becomes.[external factors]

Because friendships have no underlines. There is no boundary to what friends can share (depending on the depth of their friendships.). These people carry your secrets to their graves and share your sins on earth.