MGS Writings

We have a goodbye, Two paths fade in the dark night, Hands hold nothing now. Words left in the dark, Your loud whisper cannot reach, Love silently screams. I gather the dust, Wave a tear to what we learned, Let the healing in. Silence in my mind I wish that I had spoken up Now you walk away.

  In the glow of fluorescent lights, we toil, Each desk a fortress, each chair a soul Where dreams are planted, hopes take flight, Yet shadows linger, dimming the light. Voices rise in the morning's hum, But some are silenced, their words go numb, A nod, a glance, a whispered sigh, Unseen battles, as time slips by. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Yet some climb ladders, while others retreat, Merit ignored, as favoritism reigns, A heavy burden, a weight of chains. The coffee breaks, a fleeting chance, To share a laugh, to join the dance, But whispers echo in the break room air, Of dreams deferred, of burdens to bear. A promotion promised, but never bestowed, While others ascend on a well-trodden road, The talent unrecognized, the effort unseen, In a world where the loudest are often the keen. Yet in the silence, a fire ignites, A spark of courage, a call to rights, For every voice that dares to speak, A chorus rises, strong and un...

The glass was cool against my forehead. Outside, Saturday morning arrived in shades of slate grey, a soft rain blurring the horizon where the sea met the sky. After an exhausting week, the quiet of the room was exactly what my mind needed. Down on the shore, the weather didn't seem to matter at all. A group of children had claimed the beach as their own. Five of them huddled together, their small hands dripping with wet sand as they constructed a massive fortress against the incoming tide. A few others chased the surf under the heavy clouds, while the rest simply stood in the shallows, laughing as they splashed handfuls of saltwater into the air. Even through the thick windowpane, the faint sound of their drifting laughter reached me. Watching them find such pure, simple joy in the middle of a storm completely washed away the last of my stress. I took a deep breath, leaned back, and finally let the weekend begin.  Then  I went to my desk to write another poem. 😎 Saturday ...

The clock strikes 12 AM, yet I'm still awake, Tired from all day's work, yet the bed doesn't call me, Lips whisper from a dark distance. Mama…Mom, do you hear me? The clock strikes 2 AM yet still awake, Tired body unwilling to cooperate, Mind spinning in a dark space, Mama…Mom, do you hear me? The clock strikes 5 AM yet still awake, Tired hands refuse to rest, Scratching words on the pad, Mind thinking on the dark past, Mama…Mom, do you hear me? The morning light begins to break, Before I close my eyes, I have one wish in this fading night, To hear you say again, "That's my Girl"  Mama, Mom, can you hear me?  I wish I could hear your answer back.      

Artificial Intelligence is such a very popular internet gadget that every one of us becomes independent. But do we realize the consequences of using this?   Every time we type a prompt into an Artificial Intelligence tool, we trigger a massive global mechanism. We often focus on the instant answers, beautiful images, or automated code generated on our screens. However, behind these digital achievements lies a stark physical reality: AI consumes an alarming amount of clean water. As AI adoption explodes worldwide, our unthinking reliance on this technology poses a serious threat to the planet's most vital resource. AI consumes water through two primary channels. First, the massive data centers hosting AI servers generate intense heat, requiring millions of liters of clean water daily for evaporative cooling. Second, the vast amount of electricity needed to power these chips relies heavily on power plants that use water for generation. While a single text prompt might only use...

  Here I would like to discuss two issues that I think many people experience at the workplace.  1. The Toxicity of the Mature Bully: When Age Does Not Equal Leadership In any professional environment, there is an implicit expectation that maturity accompanies age. We naturally assume that as workers grow older and gain experience, the petty insecurities of youth will give way to collaboration, mentorship, and emotional intelligence. However, one of the most disheartening realities of modern organizational behavior is the existence of the mature workplace bully—an adult co-worker who, despite being surrounded by a seasoned and aging workforce, continues to deploy schoolyard tactics to steal the spotlight and undermine their peers. This dynamic creates a uniquely toxic school or organizational culture. When a bully targets colleagues who are "already in their right age" or nearing the later stages of their careers, the psychological impact is profound. These are profession...