Home is where the Laughter is
While COVID-19 may have depleted the energy at Cybage campuses, the(..)
String Beneath My Wings
A young boy was learning to fly a kite. A parrot got entangled in the unsteady string of the kite and fell to the ground. The boy watched in distress as the injured bird lay an egg before taking her last breath. Heartbroken, he made a little nest on the branch of a tree and nurtured the egg. The egg hatched and out emerged the most beautiful bird he had(..)
Hunt for Zen
Good evening Cybage. One minute… old man… dancing is not my(..)
The Uncalculated Steps
There was once a group of tiny frogs who arranged a competition. Their goal was to climb the ladder that was resting against the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race. The race began. No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as:(..)
A Candle’s Breeze
About one week back, as I was busy assembling milestone information to be included in Cybage quarterly performance report – a telephone ring interrupted me. HR was on the other side. We had lost one more in the family – young Tarkeshwar Gupta had fallen to the road fury earlier that morning. My immediate thought was no thought – just numbness.(..)
