Author: vinodnarayan

Living and Working in the San Francisco Bay Area. I work in the Tech industry and have a passion for content creation. As practicing Agile Scrum Master and Coach I work with teams and individuals coaching them in the Agile Scrum Framework. As a Poet, Blogger, Podcaster and video maker I try to not leave any stone unturned in the effort to try out every single passion of mine. And I want the same for others. I am also the Founder of PenPositive a concept conceived to approach life and work with the aim to prepare individuals to excel both in their Passion and their Profession.
Articles, Articles & Opinions

Remembering Madiba and some personal notes on Freedom

“Mandela! Mandela! Nelson Mandela!…… Mandela! Mandela! Nelson Mandela!… Free… Free… Nelson Mandela! Free… Free… Nelson Mandela!” as we shouted slogans and walked through the college verandah showing solidarity to the international community demanding the release of Madiba.. we were being part of an international outcry…. The year was 1988 the Pre-degree years and initial years of my political baptism….. As we walk through the corridors … Continue reading Remembering Madiba and some personal notes on Freedom

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Poetry

Half Dead

As I read more I realize how bad I write…. And as I write more I realize I read so less…. It is tough to make things meet There is always someone inside telling you to do both…… as if the mind rips into two and both going in different directions One feeling cold and other feeling hot One crying while other laughing There will … Continue reading Half Dead

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What the rain tells me

Today it rained…. like every year… the first one this year…. as usual the summer had locked up a whole chest of memories, faces, events, images and tastes from the ever desiring past…. the fragrance in the air is now irresistible… the fragrance born when the rain blankets the earth and makes love throughout the night…. Every year every rain pours that intoxicating past on … Continue reading What the rain tells me

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Daily

Daily…. the night creeps into the blanket of clouds starts making love with the day…. lying tired brightening the world.. A world darkened by the mischiefs of man… The unknown question still remains unknown… Will a new day be born…. someday…. Or will there be darkness that will eternally wipe out out the hope of mornings… Will we be left with nights so that we … Continue reading Daily

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