पूरे चाँद से कहो, बुझ जाए
बहती नदी से कहो, थम जाए
झिलमिल बारिश से कहो, लौट जाए
सुहानी हवा से कहो, घर जाए
अपनी यादों से कहो, न आये
या मेरी मौत से कहो...आ जाए
Seven years since I set SAIL
There are some moments that sink in our minds through the chinks of time. Some words, some lessons that make way through the labyrinths of our sub-conscious, and lie embedded deep somewhere. It is only when we are shaken from our day-to-day reveries, by a long-forgotten fragrance...or a nostalgic song...or a blurred sense of déjà-vu that we get to sneak a peek into our own minds. One such occasion for me was visiting the steel plants of Bokaro and Durgapur, years after I first saw them. I was among the five new Junior Managers (Communication) who landed in Durgapur way back in 2006. Even before we had officially joined the company, we jested about our choice of joining SAIL. Usually, in the career graphs of people, an ascent is marked by migration to a more developed place. And there we were – five fresh graduates from the Indian Institute of Mass Communication in Delhi, with ambitious plans and high dreams, travelling from the mega capital of India to some place people lear...
Sonal, grow up. A poetess of your class should be able to do better than this.
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