IBMC Challengers – October 2016


This is a summary post of challengers who have completed or on-going with the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge for the month of October 2016. The challenge was instantiated in the early second week of April 2016.

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Jajwalya from the Light Writes is the Eighteenth Blogger to complete this challenge. Her writings are captivating and posts are enjoyable reads. They will leave you up for discussions. You can read the first post here: IBMC #01: Phrase a Paragraph Challenge.


Blogger from the blog thebloggingdinasaur has completed six challenges so far. The well thought posts are flow of thoughts. They are fun read. The first one can be read here: IBMC #1 Phrase a Paragraph Challenge


Agam from the blog Legend of THE POET has completed four challenges thus far.  His posts talk depth. They make one go wow. The first is reachable here: The cool and the Fool (IBMC-01). 


Saira from the blog 242 RT has initiated the challenge and completed the first one. The first one can be read here: Tick Tock Tick Tock.


‘Thank you’ to all who have taken/been taking the challenge and to all who have liked them. Feel free to take up the challenge if it excites you!:-)

A list of all the completed challengers can be found HERE


P.S.
This month I had posted 18 posts and all the posts have been top posts on Indiblogger. A top post badge can be seen on all the posts made this month. It feels good. Very!

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i 4 you – NaNoWriMo



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I recently got to know about National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) through Purba’s blog post. NaNoWriMo challenges participants to write 50,000 words (their minimum number of words for a novel) from November 1 until the deadline at 11:59PM on November 30. I know 50,000 is a huge number! Like a impossible huge with other workloads!

November is the month where I already have lot of research and personal commitments. Though I kept thinking initially of not to, I felt it’s worthy to give a try when many around the globe would be writing at the same time. It’s once in an year opportunity!

I don’t have a plot yet. I only have an empty document with the title named to it. Only yesterday I decided to write a love story with the titlei 4 you– the many 4’s. Even if not complete, I am sure it is going to turn into something to be happy about. NaNoWriMo site has a motivational dashboard to keep the things up and going. So why wait till next year? Here is my cover page design:

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If you think you can give a try, hop in! You can check the site for more details. You can add me as a writing buddy there if you decide to join or already there. I am sure it is going to be a lot of writing disease. My id is: prakash_hegade.

Well, I am excited for November 01!

Nectar to Honey



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This post is written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge Number 120. The challenge is to write a haiku on the words Heart and Petals. Also for the daily post prompt: Transformation. With that, the task is to have a haiku talking about heart, petals and transformation.

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bees play with petals,
transform nectar to honey,
such a kind sweet heart.

The Life Coach Blog Award



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I would like to thank Sridhar for presenting me with Life Coach Blog Award and this nice Badge! It’s definitely Happiness!


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The Badge is linked to my portfolio post which I had written for OldGlobe discussing about Ageing Society and We.

The posts can be found here: Ageing, Society and We which discusses about following:

1. What is Ageing? : Poem

2. What is it to be Old?

3. An Ageing Society

4. Ageing Well

Beauty, Blind Eyes



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This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 38.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we write a three line tale for the supplied image.

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Photo Credit: William Bout

Whenever he was worn-out, he used to stare at this picture and write a new story.

He had scribbled hundreds of stories by now and the picture never lacked a motivation for a new perspective.

Today, he sits at a blind school, explaining this picture and all that flow are tears, not the words!

Satisfaction Volunteers



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Written for the daily post prompt: Volunteer

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While I take the walk,
Heading at a unknown destination,
In search of unknown,
Hate volunteered.

Hate had the ego,
Taking away the happiness,
Wicked got the mind,
Anger volunteered.

Anger had the stress,
Turned the good to ugly,
Unsatisfied was the soul,
Sadness volunteered.

While the party started,
Hate, anger and sadness rejoiced,
Darkness and the disco hall,
Depression volunteered.

All of a sudden I see the path,
I see the destination,
I understand the boundaries,
I see the disguised guests.

I volunteer love,
Welcome peace at will,
Home all the happiness,
Satisfaction volunteered.

The Memory Shop



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Professional life is untidiness. After a while, mostly, everyone realizes it’s about buttering, politics, hatred, fake smiles etc bits and pieces. It’s about learning the expressions and feelings like:  “I so much hate you”, “You are no friend of mine”, “Thank god, manager is on leave today”, “Good morning”, with a phony smile,  “Oh, we got to work this weekend!” etc. It’s about trying to find peace in the unwanted meetings. It’s about being part of meaningless discussions. It’s about doing a work just because manager says so. Something like this, all that and all that!

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It’s the time where college WhatsApp groups go idle and you get added to work group where there is one with all juniors and one with all higher management. The forged emoticons, the sloppy forwards, some very theatrical leg pullings and in no time it becomes one boring dramatic monotone ride. Though we do not ask, they naturally flow in with ease.

Luckily, that’s not how my professional life started! I could only get to hear this from my working friends and experienced it years later when I had started my PhD and joined a work place for some stipends.  This post takes me back to my first working experiences.

After I finished my masters and joined back as a Professor, I looked like an alien among-st people who were already working there. I used to be idle sitting at my desk, with my associated works. This went on so for like two weeks. I used to join people at lunch, but it was mostly eating my box and boxing back to my chair. Those two weeks are the ones which I don’t remember anything else about. Because I was me, my works and you can call a boring version of me, which I did not like myself too.

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Then slowly, as the conversations started, the staff room turned to a chatter box.  The lunch hours turned to a vegetable market. Our HOD had to split us into two different rooms when professors from other department complained that “your professors make a lot of noise”. “Fish market” it was, just like teachers in schools used to say!

I became known to be the idiotic one in the group, to talk all the nonsense. I knew at times, it would hurt people. But, I was like, “who cares?” They are friends and they will understand. And I am pretty sure that everyone in the group had the same feeling that they were the most idiotic one! May be we all were!

It is not that we were not engaging in our works. We did them to the mark. We used to assist each other, while at need to prepare for the class hours. There was no disturbance for the work life. Students never complained. They did complain about one thing that, “Our professors have more fun than students.” We used to feel good to go for outings when students had exams. We used to post those pictures on Facebook so that students feel a little Jealous. But they used to feel a lot jealous than what we had expected. So, we were happy!

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The little birthday celebrations, the unplanned outings, the planned outings which usually went flop, the huge lunch time talks, teasing each other, the funny Facebook group conversations, discussing about “The Big Bang Theory” and the  “Vampire Diaries”,  class adjustments, talking about students, the “I will do that work”, the evening snacks, late evening campus roams, I guess we were more like students. Back again, for three long years.

memory-shop-6We never bothered for credit. We were equally happy for any one’s achievements. We did department events like a family event. There was no blame of work or complaint on any.  Going to work was like meeting another family. For a change, we were not colleagues, we were still friends. On one of our water fall trips, only on reaching we got to know that there was no water at all. We found a temple on the way and had our lunch. The whole trip was travelling. But trust me, it was the best trip we ever had in life.

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Though things changed a little with time, whatever went outside, our group still remained the same for all the time we spent there. You know, Cruel time. Then we all split out. Few got married, few moved to higher studies, few stayed there and that every possible things time gifts with. I know we might never have that kind of environment again. Like never. But those were the best 3 years and an awesome start to my professional life. Its’ all ancient now! But the memories have turned to priceless antiques. The traces give tears and smiles at the same time.

I dedicate this post to our group. We have so many memories that we could talk for next three years on what we did in those three years. Okay, we don’t have a name for our group. We were just a bunch of modern people behaving like stone aged ones. I am not going to thank any of them. Because we are still in touch and will be through (Yawn, we now discuss family issues and matters. LOL.). And here goes a scare crow for this post!  scare-crow


Also tagging the post for daily prompt post: Ancient

They Tie The Ends



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This poem is written for Limerick Challenge Week 42: HomonymsHomonym is a word that is spelt the same or sounds the same as another word but is different in meaning.

I have used two homonyms:

  • too, to and two
  • sole and soul

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too far from ends,
to the never ends,
each other’s sole,
single soul,
two best friends.


You can read the limericks written by others here, by clicking on the blue fellow :


You can check out about a limerick: limerick wiki page