Friday, 2 December 2016

Feel the rush!!











As she stood backstage, she could clearly hear the crowd cheer and knew he was on the vocals. As he sang her favorite song she rushed towards the stage and the sparkle rushed to her eyes. She knew he will search for her and she will be there all smiles. But all the time his eyes were glued to the crowd.



Dejected she made way back and never saw the drummist who played with all the vigor and his eyes on her...just her.


Word Count : 83



The posts are part of #fridayfotofiction hosted every friday by Tina and Mayuri.

Every friday, fiction it is!!

Friday, 25 November 2016

The table by the window #fridayfotofiction





The restaurant staff was jubilant as their entire restaurant was booked for the entire evening.
The host had asked them to decorate it in red and silver. And a special table to be set by the window with champagne.





And the 35 year old Sam, the host for the evening came, alone. Sam went and sat at the table beside the window and took out his cellphone and the entire evening was spent by him looking at his dead wife's pictures on phone and drinking.  It has been 5 years today that he lost her coming home from a party.


Word Count : 100

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Every friday, fiction it is!!

Friday, 18 November 2016

The lanes #fridayfotofiction


I want to write like Ruskin Bond and Woody Allen. I love to read fiction and now I want to write too. Every week the blog will feature at least one fiction.




The Lanes                








He - “Hey beautiful would you drive? I want to take in this beautiful scene, these forests, the clean air, clear skies, non traffic road we will be missing this in the city."

I - “Sure and going by your words, let's switch seats fast or you'll never want us to go back."


He - (getting out of car) "Why you like the city streets more than these non chaotic roads?"


I just smiled and got to the driving seat. But this beautiful way reminded me of those city bylanes and my crazy sexacapades...yes, I liked the city streets more.

WORD COUNT = 100

I am participating in #fridayfotofiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri. Fiction in just 100 words it is.




Tina Basu


Friday, 11 November 2016

The house #fridayfotofiction

My trail of thoughts was broken when my little girl came crying to my seat.

I - "What's the matter princess?"
She - "Daddy, that boy sitting at the back of the bus says this jungle has ghosts. You said there is nothing like ghosts. He is scaring me and says there is a haunted house here.
I -" No dear, don't be afraid there are no ghosts or haunted houses. Forget it, he is lying, come here l will play with you.

I had to divert her attention from the thought and the window by my seat, as we passed that haunted house.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Another milestone #Blogbuddy

Hola!!

Life never stops surprising you!!

I started blogging in 2011 but I got to know blogging as it is in 2015 by a chance meeting with blogchatter. Blogchatter hasn't just made me a frequent blogger but enlightened me to actual blogging. I started to blog as I had heard people can even earn money by blogging...hahaha...yes money was my motive...and even today I am no way around it.

If you'll go to the earlier posts on my blog they are a mix of almost everything. I per se don't even want to go there ;)

When I saw blogchatter they were announcing blogbuddy 1.0 and luckily I made the list. Though it'll be a year this December that I joined blogbuddy but there are umpteen things I learned.

I have met several sets of people and each and everyone has their specific specialities and genres. Blogging requires a lot of effort and dedication. It never is and never was only about writing.  It is about writing with reading, sharing and promoting. The more the availability of Internet the more important it is to use the Internet.

Now we are embarking on blogbuddy 3.0

Today I believe I have actually upped my mark and working on effectively to move ahead. The quantum of growth I have made is something which I never thought of. I want to continue the same and dedicate more to blogging than I actually do. My new buddy group is full of people highly experienced in blogging and I am sure helping each other we all are going to move further ahead.

Expecto Patronum

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Sunday, 16 October 2016

The Martian



We were out for a family dinner and I always look forward to these dinners. It's great time to hang out with the entire family, chit-chat, loads of fun and some intelligent interesting conversations too.

What was interesting that night was “The Martian “

We entered the hotel and as we took the stairs to the restaurant I caught a glimpse of “The Martian” running on the HUGE TV… yes it was HUGE, in the lobby. And it all started the entire time from there to the table the topic was “The Martian “.

I will definitely suggest anyone to everyone to watch this movie. Though “The Martian “ is a sci-fi but if you look at it hard it is much more than that.

“The Martian “ is being directed by Ridley Scott, based on Andy Weir's 2011 novel The Martian. Well till date I haven't read the book but as per the movie it revolves around how one astronaut is left behind at Mars, how he survives and is being rescued back to earth.

Going by the same most people may let it pass if they are not interested in sci-fi but actually it is about life. The way I see it I found it very motivating. It actually is like documenting what we read in many self -help books.





The movie shows the main protagonist’s struggle to stay active and motivated alone on a planet with no communication, no contact, not even any faintest idea whether people know he is alive or not.


The main points that I grab from “The Martian” are -

It says it loud and clear that despite all odds one needs to keep going on never quit .

Self motivation is the biggest of all.

Study hard, because knowledge and learning help at every stage of your life.

Importance of team, one person can perform to his own strengths but he needs a strong team to carry forward. A team can pull up one at his worst and brings everyone at the same level.

A Leader has to take the initiative and exemplify.

The movie is gripping if you like sci-fi, but as I say just look at it closer and it may win anyone's heart.

And here are few of my favourite dialogues --

“Do your math"

“Everyday I go outside because I can"

“In your face.................. " go watch "The Martian" for this one ;)

* Image source the web.

Friday, 30 September 2016

10 Quotes I am drooling over...

I don't know if it's abundance of self - help quotes around or the advent of social media or what one wants. These days my phone, my laptop is full of collection of Quotes. I have several pictures worth drooling for saved on almost all the devices and I can't stop collecting them.

There are so many nice quotes. The best thing is they touch a chord. It's like someone writing out what your are thinking. Though the list is endless but here I want to share 10 quotes I am currently drooling over, do share yours

Your sexiest body part is your mind.

Dress like you own a private jet, because one day you just might.

Divas don't do drama, we do business.

The smarter you get the lesser you speak.

Work until your idols become your rivals

My goal isn't to wear brands, it is to become one.

तुम मुझे भूल भी जाओ तो ये हक़ है तुमको मेरी बात और है मैंने तो मोहब्बत की है

जब बेवज़ह कोई इल्ज़ाम लग जाए तो क्या कीजिये...हुज़ूर फिर यूँ कीजिये कि वो गुनाह कर लीजिये।

या तो हमें मुक़म्मल चालाकियाँ सिखा़ईं जाएँ, या मासूमों की अलग बस्तियाँ बसाईं जाएँ..

थोड़ा *सुकून* भी ढुँढिए जनाब...!ये *जरूरते* तो कभी *खत्म* न होगी...!!

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Thursday, 29 September 2016

Will you remember....this September



I will for sure.

September 2016 is going to be called the online learning month in the story of my life. There's a lot of knowledge online, many sites,  many courses, many teachings but for me it was online community learning.


I cannot thank blogchatter, and my stars to have found them, enough. They always come up with ways and means to keep moving ahead crossing level after level.


Last year it was a chance happening that I saw a tweet about blogbuddy and thought to be part of it. The blogbuddy program was already on roll and I was asked to wait for maybe next season.  But “kisi cheez ko dil se chaho toh puri kayanat tumhe usse milane ki koshish karti hai “ and a last minute dropout made way for me.


It's not even a year yet and I have so many things to count on….
-The blogbuddy program, being part of two seasons, two different groups, two different sets and two different kind of experiences I was exposed to.
-The January blogathan - I tried to participate in for all 30 days but did on few and got to try various genres.
-The April A2Z blogging Challenge - am proud to say, a first timer and a survivor . All 30 posts through on a theme - Memoirs
-Halfmarathon - My experimental struggle
-Personal Branding
-Blogging strategy
-Alexa campaign


This September was dedicated to Alexa campaign. From knowing nothing about Alexa to taking part in the campaign to see what happens next to actually crossing the line. I don't know how it happened but it sure did :)


The last 30 days brought my Alexa rank from  1,64,91,507 on Sept 1st 2016 to 699,351 on Sept 30th 2016. The blogging tip was real simple and practical given trying out work- life, personal -life and blog- life balance sticking to two posts a week and reading,  commenting and sharing for the community. Along came many many learnings viz
Working on a personal strategy
Working with data
Using various social media tools
Alexa
Seo
Keywords
Google Analytics
StumbleUpon


Now when I sit and think I feel what a big loss had it been if I hadn't sign up for it. So September 2016 is...was..online learning online month :) :) and LOVE again never to be forgotten.





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Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Teacher's Day #MyFriendAlexa



It's teacher's day again and I don't like to say I have seen many but truth is I have. Every year I don't expect anything yet yearn for at least something.

This year too I was thinking the same, when as usual there were few students who came with cake, some with cookies,  some had actually been preparing skit and so we had a good competition to cheer on. Overall again this day was good fun for me. But amidst all this I never expected I'll be surprised.
It was not a heart felt letter or a huge bouquet but a handmade card that made my day.






This student was himself a teacher and now wanted to better himself. When I first met him I never thought he'll join. And he didn't joined instantly but took his time and joined about 2 months later. He is very humble and sincere but I never expected such a gesture at his age. I don't know if it was coming from him that surprised me more or the sheer simplicity of the card. The card is actually made out of a recycled sheet. Many may have avoided the thought itself as who-cares-attitude but he didn't deter.

This card touched my soul. It actually reinstated two beliefs for me -

--Perceptions /first impressions never do justice.


--No matter what anyone thinks you have to do your thing.



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Tuesday, 27 September 2016

The leap..... #MyFriendAlexa


Meetings, meetings and meetings, what a jam packed day with back to back meetings. I didn't even get a chance to take a sip and my throat is aching now. I am a no makeup girl and though I work in corporate set up tieing my hair and putting up a light lipstick is all power dressing for me. Most days when I wash my hair, I don't even comb. But this next meeting made me check myself in the mirror and I had to rush to the ladies room. I don't know what I should do before such meeting,  I think my dress and hair are in place, should use a face wipe, some deodarant and a hint of lip balm would do. All set, let's go!!

As I opened the door to leave I could hear some sulking. Yes I did hear it right, someone was crying in the washroom. 
"Hello,  Hi, darling come out. What happened??"

I was trying to remember all the girls in my office, more so trying to remember whom did I not see while on my way here. Oh! If I am correct it's Sheena, the strong, go-to girl from the cards department. At the same time she did open the door for me. She was crying hard by now, my asking did that damn! I am getting so insensitive.

"Hi Sheena, are you ok?? What happened? Can I help you with something?"

She was getting sober slowly. She had always been a performer and had been leading a team since past 2 years now. Today when her boss lashed out on phone she just couldn't take it and broke down. I tried to console her but to no avail. Finally she yelled at me irritated and said "He fired me."

OMG!! That was the last thing I expected. Sheena was fired not because of her under-performance but because the company was going through a bad phase and was retrenching to cut costs. Sheena, for them was getting unaffordable. She was among the high-payers and with her equally strong performing team the management thought to lay her off.

She was been given a month's notice to find a new job. I tried to tell her to be positive and look at the brighter side. She need not tell anyone she is being laid off and get to find a job, maybe better than this one. She can even negotiate based on current stats and it would work out the best. I knew it seemed all gyaan from me as I was not in her shoes.

"I know Sheena, you think I don't understand but you know sometimes, when we resist to move out of our comfort zone we need an external push to reach where it's meant for us. Tell me, what do you think of my job?"

"Your job is great. You are doing good infact I always believed you have that spark and the various feats you achieve, the accolades you get are far lesser than you deserve."

"Thanks dear and I believe that too...lol..jokes apart.. You know this has always been true for me, even with my old job. You know I was working with a local firm and was happy there and my parents used to say that I am not utilising all of my capabilities. I used to just laugh it off. I knew I was doing a lot for my company and they didn't acknowledge but it barely mattered to me. 
        Then one day I got into an argument with my boss as he informed about something very trivial and it was not one of my first arguments with him. But somehow, somewhere it hit a chord and in that moment I applied to a few places for job. The very next day I got a call for interview here. I was the first one to interview that day and found it good but was unsure as there were 20 or so other people too. But look I got selected and got a 100% hike"
    "On a casual chat with my previous boss after my resignation he asked me when did I apply here as he always knew, everyone including me knew, I was happy there and when I told him about that day, I still remember the silence between us to date."

And the look in Sheena's eyes told me she knew what she was going to do next.



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Sunday, 18 September 2016

Those were the days....Part 4




Another dawn and this sunshine don’t mean a brighter day for me. I was called for an interview 4 days back and today have to leave without one. I guess destiny has something else planed. I shouldn’t have unpacked at first; packing back is really not exciting. I have to keep some cash handy, need to give some to the caretaker and cook of the circuit house. Oh good! the caretaker is already in my room, he must have been anticipating me to have left sooner. With one hand I was taking out cash to hand him and what I see is he is ready to give me something. It’s a letter!! I finally get an invite to see the bureaucrat.

I never expected this and was been packing recklessly. It’s difficult to find an ironed shirt now. I rushed towards the caretaker again and asked him to iron one of my best shirts as I had the interview in an hour. Too happy with the recently acquired wad of cash he readily took my shirt and rushed downstairs. It didn’t took me long to get dressed and out of the circuit house, I knew I had to meet him at his bungalow.


As I reached the bungalow, the watchman called and asked the residents whether I was called and thankfully the answer was affirmative. The compound had a pebbled path towards the house and a lawn on my left and huge Deodar trees lined my right. The lawn was in impeccable condition, well cut grass, and beautiful plants bearing flowers – roses of several kinds and a few tulips and lilies. The water that I heard that night was coming from a small fountain, flowing to a swimming pool with a good pool side bar setting and a tennis court.

The bungalow is even more majestic from inside. After crossing the veranda there is this huge Hall with plane walls but intricately painted ceiling. The ceiling was bearing a story with an equally detailed chandelier in the middle. There were three sets of sofas in the hall and there on one of the sofas sat Mr. Rao. This bureaucrat doesn’t seem less than a king neither in money nor in his looks. Tall, princely face, a well built body, must be an athlete for most of his life. As we got talking I found him very polite and amicable. He is a charming person and one can easily get fond of him. We chatted about Shimla, Lucknow, Law, politics, my family and I didn’t know when and how amidst all I was selected.

He asked his assistant to show me my desk and the general know-how that I need to have to get started from tomorrow. So on the day I was leaving Shimla I got my JOB.

There was a smile on my face and no matter how much I thought to conceal the same I couldn’t. After a while as I was moving out of the bungalow towards circuit house to get prepared for tomorrow I saw that girl from the jungle playing tennis. She just waved a casual HI to me and that was the first day I realised the existence of GOD among mortals.


***



“Madam, madam, get up madam, it’s time for your medicines.” – said the nurse bringing me back from the adventure of my life.



P.S. This is part 4 of a 4 part story.

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Sunday, 11 September 2016

Those were the days...Part 3




These are dense jungles but I can clearly see a man sitting under the tree by the lake. I don’t know if I am deep inside the jungle. Damn! Should have never got off the horse and now I can’t find him, how am I going to go home. Will he attack me?? Is he alone or there are others too?? Let me get a bit close and look at him.

***

The hustle, yes I did hear it and now there is nothing. Was it just my mind or really a wild boar? The wild animals take their time to make the attack. They never miss their kill in haste. The sound came from the left just at the start of the lake. Even my peering hard is not helping in this full moon night. I need to get up and take charge or else I may never be able to make out of this jungle alive and my new employer is already least concerned about me.

***

The moment I made a move he got up. Oh God! This man is already taking charge. You don’t know me mister I am no timid city girl, I can take care of myself. Enough of hiding behind the trees girl! Let’s show him he has tough competition.

“Hey you, don’t even think of coming close to me. Where are your other gang members, they are still hiding? Since when are you following me? You think I am alone, no I am not. I am here with my horse and my dogs. They are wilder than any animal and will tear you apart. You better just stay there and let me go back home. “

***

The moment I took charge and started towards the animal a voice shook me. That’s not an animal, it’s a girl. I can’t see her face but yes she is a tall, slender girl and she is saying ......what....she thinks I am a goon? This is what I made of myself, coming here. Superb!

“Listen lady, I am no goon, there is no one else hiding around and I am not following you. Don’t be scared or angry and don’t unleash your dogs on me. You can leave as you came and let me be.”

***

Oh! There was a very peculiar calm in his voice. He sounds like an educated man. On a closer look, he looks suave – tall, robust, clean-shaved, well-dressed.

“Hi, I mean no harm, actually there are no dogs and my horse is on his own grazing somewhere. I just said all that in case you are a goon, but you don’t look like one. This is my first time in this jungle. Do you come here often?”

“Hi, that’s OK. I am actually from Lucknow and came here two days back. This is my first visit to the jungle too and maybe last.”

“Last?? Why would you say that? Isn’t it beautiful?? I was always drawn to this place and now that I have seen it, I can never ever get over it.”

“Madam, I have a strong feeling we are from different backgrounds. I am a common guy and for me visiting jungles and contemplating is a leisure which one gets by chance. Besides I am not here on leisure I am here all the way from home to work. And if I don’t get to work I don’t think I can sustain myself here for long. I need to get going and find work.”

“Work? What work? Where are you working? Tell me maybe I can help if you have a bad boss.”

“Bad boss? (Laughs at himself)

My boss, I mean the person who called me to interview for a job has already forgotten me. I am waiting for a call since the past two days and he hasn’t responded. I think I should just go back now and start finding a new job.”

“Who is this boss of yours?? Tell me maybe me or my father might know him and we may help”

“Thank you madam but I just know his name. He is a bureaucrat Mr. Rao. I know there are many bureaucrats at this time of the year in Shimla with this conference around. Anyway I hope I didn’t scare you a lot. I can see your horse there; it’s time we both should get going.”


“Yes, right. I am sorry to misunderstand you. All the best for your future, may you get all that you deserve.”



P.S. This is part 3 of a 4 part story.

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Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Those were the days....Part 2



I still remember my last day in Lucknow Law College. All were happy and joyous on completion of their degree but me. There were 23 of us who had graduated as lawyers this year. Some wanted to pursue higher studies and some were happy with the jobs they were been offered. I wanted to pursue my higher studies in England. They said they make the best advocates. But life had its own plans.



My father a bureaucrat had made all life decisions for me till date and even for my future. He didn’t want me to go abroad, being the only son among five children. I was never made responsible for my sisters or my family’s needs and wants but it was clearly stated what I ought to do and what not. Why I am not a bureaucrat is not a point of consideration but what I am supposed to do is. I am a lawyer, and I wanted to be one, as per my father now I have to take up a job. I need to start earning so that I become the perfect marriage material, but not as a lawyer.

In fact my father has already searched for another job for me. He wants me to be a personal assistant for a bureaucrat high above his scale. I don’t deny his orders but why?? Well I can’t even question that; I just need to follow what he says.

This bureaucrat is a resident of our city itself but was currently posted in Shimla. I was asked to take an appointment for interview immediately without wasting another day in Lucknow or my home town and meet him. I got an appointment real fast to meet him in 3 days. My meeting was fixed for Sept 4th and I reached Shimla on the night of Sept 3rd.

I reached there by train and as everything was already decided there was a car waiting to pick me up at the station. I was escorted to the circuit house. Shimla is beautiful with its greenery and the circuit house, as all circuit houses are, majestic. Though I didn’t get the presidential suite, the room that I got was spacious enough, on 1st floor with windows all around, giving the view of the city from one side and the jungle on the other.

On Sept 4th, I woke up early and set for my run. The air was crisp and cold, nature is awesome. It awakens you, clears your mind and pacifies you. The tall trees, chirpy birds and the slowly rising sun, Shimla you seem promising. A nice start to the day and I think it is good to get going with this mindset. Coming back there is this palatial bungalow a bit ahead of the circuit house, I wander who stays there. Is the king of Shimla still there or must be some old zamindaar. The bungalow is as covered with trees from the outside to cut vision as mini jungle. But I can glimpse a lawn over there and maybe a swimming pool or a stream with the sound of water.

After getting fresh I decided to take my breakfast downstairs in the dining hall, I wanted to know more about that bungalow. As I sat on the dining table it was laid with Indian and continental food, enough for 10 people but there was no one around. I finished my meal alone and disheartened set towards my room. I was already instructed that Sir is going to call me once he is free from meetings. The day passed just like that.

The next day while I was returning to my room after the sprint I met the caretaker. After an entire day of sitting and wandering alone I was dying to speak to someone and so I took the tea before time and sat with him. We chatted about the city, the people and yes the bungalow close by. To my surprise that bungalow belonged to this bureaucrat. It was his ancestral property and that is the reason he loves to take posting in Shimla. I asked the caretaker more about him. He told me he is a nice man but a strict disciplinarian. He has rules for everything. He married a foreigner and has four daughters all well educated; almost most of their studies have been through in foreign land. Wow and compare that with my family, my sisters are only taught till 10th standard good enough to wed them off.

Again the day ended and no response. On 6th Sept I had lost a bit of my enthusiasm and continued all my daily chores a bit languidly. After my evening tea I thought I should take a walk. I had already explored the city in these two days now it was time for the forest. The forest is dense; there were Deodar, Pine, Gulmohar and a beautiful lake I see. Sitting beside this lake just set me contemplating. Why I was thinking all this now?? I had abided by fathers thoughts and instructions all my life. I don’t know what I am doing here. The person I was asked to come and meet for an interview is not even bothered of giving me a chance. I think it’s time I need to take a decision. Maybe father would be sad or angry, but I think it’s time to leave.


My flashback thoughts were broken by a hustle. Damn I spoke to the caretaker about everything and never asked him if there were wild animals in this jungle.

P.S. This is part 2 of a 4 part story.

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Thursday, 1 September 2016

Those were the days... Part 1

“The girl was so shy I think it was the first time that they met.”

“The first time they met or she was shy with the excitement of meeting the boy without telling her parents. This is the biggest adventure for teenagers these days “.


“Adventure” ah! Laying on my bed I could hear all the conversations that my two nurses used to have. I am refrained to bed since more than a year now. Though I am in comfort of my own home with two nurses back and forth, 24 hours a day, yet it's not comfortable.

My world has been restricted to this huge bedroom of my dreams, the French windows lining two walls giving me the clear vision of the moon, the glass door leading to the terrace where I envisioned my silent alone nights and the room spacious enough to dance…. I never realised when I was saying -
 “ I can live here and nowhere for the rest of my life “ that one day it will be true.
I had been paralytic on right side of my body since the age of 26 but was never restricted to bed. But the heart attack last year two days after my 79th birthday took its toll. I am an Indian but I consider myself a global citizen as I have spent most of my life travelling and living abroad and maybe just the past 20   years in India. Still I am unable to comprehend human thought process. I always find my nurses talking about some or the other person from the hospital, I guess it's the window to their moon.
I make an effort to ask them what's so intriguing for them. What's the adventure?? They say today at the hospital there were two teenagers who probably met at party and the boy saved the girl from some goons……

Adventure, it still reminds me of that day. I have always been the rebellious sorts but deep inside a scared little girl. I was 14 when I learned riding and horses are my most favorite animals. It was when I was 16 years old that my father was posted in Shimla. Shimla for me was riding heaven. The hills, the wind, the clear skies … perfect for rides. My three younger sisters never liked riding as much as I did. Maybe that was my best time with myself.

Father had already instructed to stick to city outline for riding but what enticed me were the jungles. Those tall trees were inviting and I knew it'll be peaceful like no other. That day I just took my horse to the jungle and it was more beautiful than I ever thought.

These trees are magnanimous I thought there were only Deodar but Pine is also there and ah! the traces of Gulmohar.. My Love!! Let me get down and closer to that tree, horsey you also wander a bit. Wow!! So beautiful this is my favourite place till date, I am going to make this my secret hangout. Oh is there a lake too, yes I hear a stream.

The lake is glistening with the moon out, this is straight out of those novels. I think, I can take a dip too..yay!! Oh my God, is there someone there around the tree. Oh my there is someone, was he following me all this long. I should have listened to father.


P.S. This is part 1 of a 4 part story.

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Sunday, 31 July 2016

The selling stories #Day8 #halfmarathon

A picture speaks more than a 1000 words.

Depicting a story with an image is always powerful and so is trying to create images.

Talking about sales, service sales to be precise, it is very important to create images in the customer's mind to make a deeper connection. Selling of services is harder as one can't quantify anything or showcase the service quality. In such a case if one uses imagination and tries to create image in customer's mind by correlating the same with anything of relevance to the customer it leaves an impression.

Best of all everyone loves to imagine because imagination can be anything and everything that one actually desires.

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Thursday, 28 July 2016

The selling stories #Day7 #halfmarathon

Just play with it!!

Sales like any other job can be monotonous, boring after sometime. In order to break the jinx one needs to be playful.

Adding ones personal touch not only helps making a connection with the customer but also helps in keeping it creative. One should blend the knowledge, skills well with innovation and be playful with work.

The Little efforts taken in doing something new or maybe doing the same in a new fashion may or may not result in sales but it does keeps one cheerful and positive.


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Wednesday, 27 July 2016

The selling stories #Day6 #halfmarathon

Another very important aspect in sales is the domain knowledge. It is good to go with the flow, listen, understand amd then make the move but what is needed is to be hands on with the industry specific know-how.

At times when rapport building, listening and all else fails it is the core knowledge and insight that can convert. One should be updated with current status as well as be aware of the history and stories attached to it. This again helps in creating a lasting bond.

Domain knowledge should also come with enhancing ones skill set to current trends. It not only keeps one sales oriented but also increases ones worth.

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Tuesday, 26 July 2016

The selling stories #Day10 #halfmarathon

The Brand. The identity.

Every organisation struggles in the beginning. Infact struggles may come up anytime for any organisation. But they help in creating The Brand.

Sales has never been easy and will never be. It's just that attaching a brand name lends a lot of credibility to it which in result facilitates selling.

It takes a long,  long time to create a brand. Over a period of time when the brand is established it is not just the name but how and what one gets as an experience. It becomes the IDENTITY of the brand - the all encompassing. It may mean different things for different people but the value is same for all.

Above all one has to remember that no matter it is a new brand or a well established one, it has to be handled with care and every sale should add to it.

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The selling stories #Day5 #halfmarathon

Actions are louder than words.

It is true that the way one speaks, one can win hearts. Be it woman or man everyone melts when they hear good things. But what matters even more in sales is when ones expressions go with words. Ofcourse the words are important but if there is no expression with it, the importance does have impact.

Quite often then people even after hearing everything good and what one wanted to hear, still feels a vacuum. It is because these are times when one feels it is not a human but a machine speaking to them....expressionless...emotionless.

One's words should always accompany expressions, actions to carry weight. It creates a bond and lends authenticity in totality. Be it personal or professional life more than words the actions are what makes people stay together for long.

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Monday, 25 July 2016

The selling stories #Day9 #halfmarathon

Communication is the key.

Aptly said but what remains unsaid is - how to communicate. Communicate in itself puts "U" before "I". Such a beautiful depiction always consider the other person before oneself.

Sales completely revolves around this concept. The more one puts the customer at front more easy it is to convert the sale. Listen to the customer so one gets to know the need of the customer. One should never intend on making other listen instead should observe the unsaid. When one listens with intent and then tries to communicate, not answer, one truly develops lasting relationships.

So to summarise the gold coins are -
Listen more
  Observe even more
    Speak less
      Give a good experience


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Wednesday, 20 July 2016

The selling stories #Day4 #halfmarathon

Mostly in off season the sales flow is low. The general response from the team is - we are trying everything but no one is coming or people are delaying it. Well like every business, sales too moves in cycles. So if there are busy days there are bound to be easy days. The important thing is to OBSERVE.

One needs to be vigilant of the verbal and non-verbal. Let the person reveal himself. Observe the mindset and the customize and personalise as per his need.

If one observes closely one can easily find the tipping point. That tipping point is the soul of the deal. If one can click on the tipping point the deal is yours if not today in the days to come but it surely is a success.

Hence observation is the key to all. The more one observes the more easy it gets to get to the finish.

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Monday, 18 July 2016

The selling stories #Day3 #halfmarathon

What do you notice when you get to a new place??
Yes what do you think??  I think nothing much but do look around see the interior, the things around and kind of sniff too...hahaha..

When we get to a place we are quite apprehensive and that apprehension makes us put on a face that maybe cold, maybe indifferent but it is not rigid. Like when I get to a place I am very high on attitude/arrogance and I go for vibes to shift gears. If I meet good people, I like the place and become more me and if I get attitude so the same is returned in leaps and bounds.

The point I am trying to make is, it is the experience that one tries to gauge and it is the experience that stays when all else fades away. This is very important in sales. The customers these days are intelligent and we'll informed. They check, double check everything before investing. Whatever features we tell don't seep through but the experience does. The experience is what lingers and brings the customer back.

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Saturday, 16 July 2016

The selling stories #Day2 #halfmarathon

Taking a cue from last post, selling does mimic relationships. If everything takes time and nurturing, so comes another important issue listening.

Most often couples fight over not listening to each other or not giving importance to what a spouse has voiced as opposed to someone else.

So is the case in selling.

One can only get through a customer if one listens. And listens with intent. Listening with intent is very important because only then can one come up with the right solution at the right time. It is the understanding of the "need" so that one's product/service fit into that mould.

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Friday, 15 July 2016

The selling stories #Day1 #halfmarathon

Har cheez ko samay lagta hai....

An old proverb or maybe not even a proverb but widely used in our daily lives by our seniors. Almost everyone's parents, grandparents have always bestowed them with this wisdom when one losses patience during trying times.
The impatient being that I am, hyperactive too, rebel to an extent, it took a lot of time for me to absorb this, especially in relation with sales.

Yes, I work in marketing and it's all about selling. Selling the product, the services, the idea, the concept everything, it just never stops at anything. When I started working, actually even before that, it was while I was doing my MBA that I hated selling. I didn't want to sell anything. I used to think that suggesting someone to buy something is wrong. One is trying to manipulate and extract money from other.

Gosh! It does sounds so wrong if one puts it that way. But selling is not wrong and I learned it with time. It was when I had left a job as I didn't want to sell that I took another selling job thinking it's just an in-between and I'll move on soon. It was during those trying and at times rewarding times that I found my career. I did want to give up but the urge to continue was so high that I never gave up and found my love.

Same goes with selling. firstly if you are doing the right thing then there's nothing wrong in selling. If one is creating something of use to other then one needs to showcase it to other so that they can buy. It's not easy to sell anything to anyone, it takes time and effort. If one's belief is strong, intentions honest then sales will come. The conversions always takes time but it happens. One needs to stay long enough with the customer to understand him and make him understand to build a lasting relationship - Brand Loyalty. I think all else fails if one is in a rush. No quality, quantity, facilities can compensate if one is not giving time.

Does the same holds true why lovers want to spend entire day and night either staying with each other or talking on phone????

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