Mango Man: the Aam Aadmi

In a very Dawn After the nuclear blackout, After the dusk of shoot- n-smoke… flourishes a bud of resurrection Not retrospecting But introspecting millions of intellect words Nourished by millions of civilizations… for the birth of the Best one, Having the fragrance of science with conscience for the beautiful garden of God. “Had the bud flourished before, Nothing would be to retrospect for!!

You get into an organization and it make sure that you stay there and make the Organization efficient and profitable. The day starts when one finds himself/herself in a place which seems like a Gurukul of early times. Its the perfect time to keep all your second thoughts aside and reap the learning from nature. The corporates call it Outbound Training/learning. Its the time when one understands that he/she is an integral part of society and it is the ecosystem that gives life to this society and all of this come at no cost. Its just that little effort is required from our side to develop various skills and be socially sensitive towards our ecosystem. If less developed life-forms can learn these skill-sets to survive and sustain, so can we. A variety of programs are offered by various institutions for corporate organization in the form of Outbound Training Package which helps each team member/ participant in learning skills like swift action, peoples skill and smart thinking. These are

She... is pretty, has a killing smile, sweet, sexy and salty too !! Was in my dreams now on earth. Love, dictionary fails here to explain the feeling and it remain inexplicable. She... is there, for my eyes to close is there, when it opens. Friends say its love I just say its a sacred feeling... the feeling to care the feeling of we the feeling of togetherness..!! One can find an ocean of love in the dreary desert of stillness with lots of high tides. Its not a mirage but the heart speaking millions of words And she is not an illusion but end of confusion!! A holy bliss is she.

There sat a beautiful girl !! away from the world is she, away from fear away from (the) tear, of losing the Gods... of losing the childish emotions !!! For, No One is there to take care of the little lady; Lost are the dreams, For, the dreamers are gone, for ever... No one is there to say "Allah be praised"; No one to look after her and be the gardener for this barren land; she is waiting waiting for them and i feel that sinking heart unable to tell.. No call can bring them back neither you nor the God !!