I have always been a fan of writing, but there is something; which I discovered a few months back that has brought serenity and tranquility to my life. Continue reading
“Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more….”
― Dr. Seuss,
“Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.”
― Steve Maraboli
I hate Blogging. I really really do. What else can I say ? Every time I hold a pen and the fluid that flows across the pages speaking my heart out, baring my soul into words, confessing the things I myself at times run away from, what more can you expect from me to do, than hate ? Blogging makes me one with my ideal self, my current self, my vulnerable self and my dream self. It puts me in front of a mirror and at the same time makes me dream of changing myself to be better in everything I do.
Every time there is a whirlwind of emotions, I HAVE to write. Every time something moves me deeply, I HAVE to find a notepad to scribble it down and etch it permanently in words. Every time there is something I can not say in person, I HAVE to say it through a blog to convey my unspoken words. Every time I am down or writhing in pain, I HAVE to write, to soothe the pain and heal the wound.
A lot of people ask me about my profession and get bewildered when I tell them that I am a Chartered Accountant (CA) (Equivalent to a CPA). So this is a poem I have written dedicated to all the CA’s and CA students which is a humorous take on accounting, with some deep insights.
Do let me know if you enjoy reading it and if you could decode the message behind this poem 🙂
Walking towards the border,
Along the Income Statement,
Debit greeted Credit, “Hi, let’s hangout together”.
From his window on the top line,
With pride in his eyes, Credit looked down,
“I bring Incomes and Gains, you bring losses with you, why do I come with you ?”.
Taken aback with this cold response,
Debit went to his second home, the balance sheet,
Opening his door he spoke aloud, “I hold assets, you are a liability. How can you be so rude !”.
This infuriated Credit many folds,
“I am the giver, you are the receiver, never do forget !”,
He angrily replied.