Just thoughts...

   A long time since the last post. But finally a morning when one has to shed procrastination and write down something. A good morning it is when a good message or a mail brightens up your day. Its for this wonderful feeling of everything being complete one needs to strive. Its fairly easy to keep on preaching about stuff one never actually work on. But when those bookish things actually translate into our daily lives it is quite a bliss. To let go of all that's pulling you back, holding you down is not so easy at is seems. To be happy is not so complicated as it is made out to be. The algorithms people give to find bliss more often than not turn out to be half-hearted and end up being a temporary push. Agreed that at times it is this temporary push that keeps our head above the surface. But it is truly unfair on the prowess we posses deep within. The wonderful power of simply being content is sometimes taken for granted. It is rare gift at times to simply look at things as they

     Its a lot troubling, frustrating and all those complaining maladies we get to hear. All such in a young age. It seems terribly stupid in retrospect when we realise that all was for nothing in the beginning. Accepted that when in the actual situation, its rarely are we able to keep a sane mind. All the unwanted and corrosive thoughts pour in torrents. Its not unnatural to think of the weirdest of things when faced with such a situation at times. The worst case scenarios pop up out of nowhere. When the trusted of faces seem to be distant and unfamiliar. We then let the most insignificant of things affect us. The meaningless words find extreme meanings in our mind. More often than not, all it ends in regret. Its all easy to say when one is out of that depressing state. Living by, and days stretching by no longer is a hyperbole in such times. Strange thing this mind of ours is. The extreme suppositions and derivations we start making from the smallest of acts is laughable in hindsigh

            The often repeated adage - 'Self help is the best help' , has been passed on since quite a few generations. We have heard of the story of the sparrow and the farmer which underlines again the real value of self help. Though for a point of debate people put up theories of nobody being quite independent in the society and being interwoven with the with the social structure, it is a different point altogether. Sadly the fact which we face today is the desperacy we find ourselves faced with. Every individual wants confirmation and applause. This isn't totally unwarranted for, but the increasing need for outer praise is on the rise. No one would mind a cup of buttered flattery. Often at times a good book or a good talk peps us up. What we call as 'motivation'. It is a super feeling when we actually feel confident after an external pep talk. But this is what harms a lot in the long run. As if on a drug. It wont be extreme to call it at par with substance abus

   Narrating one of my previous short poems.. different try.

           The building was dilapidated, almost in ruins. Hardly anybody went in there now and yet there was a commotion on the fifth floor. As the stock market fell sharply, Mr Deeds clutched at his chest. All his savings, all that he had scavenged went into the abyss following the marque on the TV set. Deeds couldn't breathe staring at the blank TV screen. It was his third cardiac arrest. He had defied nature twice already, but he might not be lucky this time over. At 63 he was too worked up, being head of a multi-million marketing firm wasn't an easy task after all. The stock market collapse was a huge one this time over. Everything had collapsed at once. It was too much to take, for it was Mr.Deeds who had went against all to put up all the company money into the then bullish market. Let alone the loss, he was under debt and bankrupt. He needed to get away. Get away soon. Mr.Deeds grabbed his suit from Saville row hung on the door and his customised briefcase and left the

    A thousands of events occur by. In our life, things happen even without even we knowing about them. And our reactions to them. And yes many infact all of them are spontaneous at times. Just thinking of a story I once read.     " Once a monk and his disciple were walking by on their way to their hermitage in the forest. They walked on for a while only to find a stream they had to cross everyday back. But only this time there was a young woman standing by the bank of the stream. She seemed to be having trouble crossing the river on her own. The monks were celibate and were not supposed to talk or interact with women. The disciple immediately increased his pace to avoid the woman. But as it, the woman called out the monk, and asked him that if they could help her go the other side as she had hurt her leg and couldn't cross the river. The disciple was shocked. He expected his master, the monk to get angry and walk away. Instead the monk went towards the woman and picked her

       Weird thing time is. Passes so slowly when you want it to rush by. He waited and waited for it come. And the day finally came. The rush of the wind as He stood by the train door and thought of the meet coming up soon. He got down and made his way to the place He and She were to meet. It had been some time since a meet in person.Dressed quite well. Finally He arrived. Nobody was there just him and a couple of stray cars idling around. Did she mock him? Was it a mockery as He had once considered? Ohh please let it be a mockery. Somewhere deep inside He wished it to be all false. He hoped She would not come. And then as His cell beeped, there it was, a message from Her-- "Where are you?".. He looked up and around, there She was coming along. The pink dress, you couldn't miss Her for sure. She saw Him too, standing or was it waiting? He didn't want to but yea He did- SMile.    As she neared, He saw Her smile too. There was silence for a while nothing exchanged bu

                  This brain of ours is a myriad wonder. Many a mysteries lie hidden within its expanse. And amidst all its wonders lies a tact of being or seeming to be correct ALWAYS.. As humans we live our lives which is formed by zillions of acts. Little deeds or actions. We actually act on four levels. 1. Thoughts.. 2. Wishes.. 3. Words.. 4. Actions..       And for all of these right or wrong our myriad mind comes up with a justification. A proper justification which sounds perfectly valid within the confines of our brain. Every act of ours seems correct and well thought. Its is pretty difficult to find a person who thinks that's his actions are wrong. Call up the most wanted terrorists and even he will give you perfect reason for his actions . And more often than not you might be convinced. When Albert (of course Einstein) put forth his theory of relativity one can only wonder how perfectly it fits into this gear-work of this cosmos. Our actions might seem weird or u

     Was it love? The damned thing people loved to term as love. No that wasn't possible. He was the one who had convinced Her that it was not meant to be. He was the one who had acted rude, just so as to push Her away. She hadn't though. She was still there, as beautiful as ever. He went into a flashback.   Those were early college days. In fact the first one which had brought Her to His notice. No you couldn't deny it. She was beautiful. More than the normal ones at least. And not in the cheap 'double-look' way. He was attracted for sure. But she wasn't the only one then. If you are a guy, you would know it. You could at a particular given time have 'n' number of 'crushes' the flying ones indeed (include naomi watts, watson girl and so on.. ). And she was among them. Some called Him lonesome and even perhaps arrogant tending to rude. But you never know, He was a good guy indeed. He wasn't going to pursue Her or anybody in fact. Then the u

   The best thing to do when one feels lost and left out is perhaps to pause. To take a deep breath let it out and give out a smile. Give it out the best one you ever could have in packed away. Put it on display as you do to your trophies. Science and research says something about endorphins or other such hormones which are secreted when one smiles. Not much about that here but yes why do you need a reason to smile? The most natural thing to do.   People walking down a lane usually when alone get conscious of their selves. At least I do at times. What do I do with my hands and stuff. But that's when I do smile. Passer bys have given me looks, the 'seems-s-a-maniac' look, potential-weirdo look. But if it feels good and makes me merrier, shouldn't I be doing it. More and more often. Personal observation led me to believe that smiling changes many a things like. 1. Gives those facial muscles a stretch. 2. Some fuzzy good warmth beneath and within. 3. Relaxes my should

Hard as it may seem its for the best, To forget it, 'to let it got' as Demi says, Trying not to think of it, give it a rest, For each has a view of his own and million ways. Seconds of joy and unbidden warmth might pass, You wouldn't even notice these many moments, Look around and smile even at the little blade of grass,   The smell of home food cooking, wet soil and such scents. People are running let them run forever in a hurry, Laugh at you do they? let them do that, Gossip, back talk is it so, chuck, its no worry, Keeping your head high with not even a tiny spot. Making losses on the path that leads here, Its a part lets not cringe on it, Words hurt my dear worse than a spear, Use 'em wisely always not a useless bit. Think of the things which you have on you, Too many they are, making you lucky lot, Complaining is the worst part take a cue, For you are living, breathing, beating and not a bot. Ask not for a change or simply hope, It s

   A lovely evening it was. The sky was painted a dull shade of blue and grey with streaks of red and orange from the west. Avani looked through the window. Her workplace, 14th floor in a 25 floored building it was. It was a half day  at work. Almost everyone had left their cubicles. But not Avani, her cubicle was by the life size window. The view was far too mesmerising to resist. She wanted to take it all in. The job was more than anything a girl her age could ask for. A large sum as a salary, reputation in the firm. Avani had everything she had always dreamt of. Good looks and brains rarely come in one piece. But Avani had them. She gathered her bag from the work desk and stood. Her cubicle was a stark contrast to the others. While others had decorated their own with a dash of paraphernalia, Avani's was empty save for a lone photo frame. It held her only possession, their 'selfie'. A wide grin on His face in the picture made her flinch. It wasn't theirs any longer,

Chaos all around you shutting out, Not a war it is but just another bout. Seems faraway and distinct ways, A single boat anchored at many a boys. Trees in blossom and the sun , Beauty all around yet the cynic soul soul whines. The purest joy when a kid smiles free, Yearning for those days of all but simply glee. The ball bouncing back back and forth between, The pauper wishes for the joy even the mighty queen. The tales of the hare and the tortoise, The thirsty crow no pretense and no poise. Flew by those moments of innocent bliss, Kiddie bottles hung around necks you do miss. Running around mindlessly in circles was, Pure fun and there were no Newton's laws. All it lies hidden within waiting still, Let it come back again days of Jack and Jill.

       'Are you a sapiosexual?', asks me my friend. And there I am, clean bowled. What is that? An addition to my vocab for sure. So there comes Google to the rescue. I type in and get the result. Urban dictionary pops and defines it - "One who finds the intelligence the most sexually attractive feature" A rare species I say. For a guy I am pretty sure of saying that. How so ever may a guy deny, the first thing he sees in a girl are the looks for sure. Looks do matter for a guy. The percentage weightage may vary but it exists in the first impression list.                                                   One might warm up to a person later on because of the conversation and stuff but at first it is the looks, the personality that attracts. A game of impressions it is. Creating one and being influenced by one. But yes sapiosexualism is the word. Thoughts do make a difference. Once the initial haze of looks lifts the real thing begins. Talking, conversing makes an u

"An article not by me but a very special friend.. :).. Thankyu for this.."                                                                                                                              Come 16th May and behold! we were a witness to the most exciting and challenging Lok Sabha elections results eve. The journey had been tedious and committing for all the politicians but finally one leader, one face emerged as the leader. The whole nation was chanting "NaMo NaMo". Yes, it was Narendra Modi himself, a man who created his own identity in this family dominated world of politics, a man who won the hearts of millions in our nation and abroad to stand up as the strongest prime ministerial candidate. Was he the new Political God India had been waiting for? No, there have been better than him. But what India and it's people expect from him is nothing less than a miracle. But my article does not focus on Modi. As the title suggests it focuses on o

A- Able to smile more? B- Be the person you are. C- Calm always is most important. D- Dynamic is the word not static C- Carve your own niche. E- Every person is running his own race. F- Forgive, for it is for the best. G- Give time for its the most valuable thing you posses. H- Have a break once in a while, for they matter. I- Independence from stereotypes is the best form of it. J- Jokes do help, but need to be timed well. K- Kill those cynical thoughts. L- Love work and bless all. M- Motivate the ones around you whenever you can. N- Never hesitate to ask. O- Our life is quite short, be aware of this fact. P- Proving yourself to somebody isn't important all. Q- Quiet conversations with someone  are at times the best. R- Rise everyday with a huge SMILE. S- Sweet are the moments spent in solitude. T- Treat women with all the respect you can gather. U- Understanding people is tough sometimes, give 'em time. V- Vast amount of knowledge stays concealed, we

 The world coming closer day by day. The tremendous technological development and the breathtaking inventions in communication. Amazes a person at times. The most astounding part is the time it has taken. All of this to occur. It was something very spontaneous. Yet amidst all this we find ourselves so disconnected. From the times that once were. Do we remember the last time we weren't swiping the smart phone screen or having a clickathon at the behest of the poor mouse? When was it when it was sheer happiness to hold hands with friends 'ring-a-ring-a-roses' sing in harmony? It seems a different world when the childhood doctor with a make believe stethoscope would diagnose and prescribe a page scribbled over with childish alphabet. This was the time the most sophisticated thing to do was to drive a car on the imaginary road beneath the sofa set-cum-car. A run wouldn't tire you. Giggling and laughing out loud wasn't simply 'LOL'. 'ROFL' was yet to be

The sun smiles, River running miles. Drying neath the pump, And perhaps a garbage dump. The field once green, Now tends slowly to wean. The fruits lying askew, Farmer walking at first dew. The shoulders once tough, Are sore and dreary rough. The scorch will die down, A smile shall kill the frown. Days have changed,  Nights too faraway ranged. Pleas aplenty on a brow, Life flows and you simply row.

       '136 girls abducted in Nigeria by Boko Haram'. As one reads the detailed report that follows this headline one just can't help thinking. Thinking would be a real understatement of the year. Living in a century which the world calls as the most progressive one. The one where you are free to express and to think. When we the modern people talk of equality. Of having an equal leash on both the genders. To have a society where we live in unique harmony. To dream of the day when all stand shoulder to shoulder irrespective of their traits. Many a traits lead to discrimination. But the worst among them is- sex. Face it people gender. Women and men. Full of male chauvinists and feminists have bragged their way about superiority without any practical implementation. When in a fury one gets worked up and decides in the flow of things to get over the gender bias. But do we really do that. As a boy when one looks around, the severe injustice is palpable. And i am not being prej

       'I am annoyed', so easily annoyed. You hear this so often nowadays. It has become so very common. Getting upset and annoyed is so very easy. All it takes is nothing but our petty brain. The time when some particular thing irritates one to the earnest. Little things end up disturbing us. Even the bird chirping or a giggling crowd, is enough to get you of your hooks. And then all we do is react. And this reaction is very often than not misinterpreted. At such times it is easy to a reaction which we might repent later on. So it is at such times that we need to ponder. To give that pause. The very pause that is required, to take a little break and stop before we react. It could easily be condensed as: 1.Some random event triggering our reaction. 2.A reaction which could be at times unexpected. 3.A later repentance.   And at the best of times it cannot be avoided. All of us know this plain fact- Its not worth it. Not worth getting worked up. Getting frustrated about a

 Back on the internet with a proper resource this time. It seems overwhelming. Taking it all in at a time is stupendously overwhelming and that is why this post. Taking a look at twitter after a hiatus of almost a year. And here is the conclusion... I am bamboozled. Will take some time to get back into the routine. The best way for us all is to get back slowly and gradually. I can just imagine how tough should it be for our previous generation. It is stupefying. And this isn't demeaning anybody. Just the huge nature itself is tending towards scary. The real picture is so amazing in fact terrifying. Finally it will take some time. These things aside. The pace is really breathtaking. Wait for a second and you will be trampled. Thats all plain trampled nothing else. The Internet truly addicting. And this isn't some stereotype saying it. Take it in the stride and keep on moving. All you can do is this.

     Been long since it felt like taking up the pen and writing it all down. The thoughts that drift by, those that strike hard, those that brush by gently. All of them  summed up and concise to the point of no return. Every passing second something changes subtly or drastically in us. Some or the other change is always constantly in function. A question arises then why do we keep changing? Every moment we change Why? Perhaps its as it is supposed to be. Anyways nothing in the world is the same. Every minuscule particle in motion, changing.. But then the striking thought comes. The one that says all of it. "All that is, is said to be nothing but mere manifestation of our thought". If it is so many myriad realms of possibilities lying around. The sheer wonder of every moment comes to the fore. The word simply vanishes into thin air. Magic, fantasy, lore all seem rational and probable. Keep an eye on those dwindling thoughts. Let them out on a leash. To keep a tab on all that

Ending it up. Taking up your life. Seems the only option left at times. The easiest one. Isn't it? When you feel cornered, all alone. When the smallest of comments tick you. Nobody cares. But is it so? Is it so easy to give up the thing, the gift of life. To leave this abode for some unknown destination. Not thinking clearly is the reason at times. The moments. The moments define your life. Let them pass. The moments if trepidation. It seems hopeless and mindless to live on. It is so easy to give up. The friends who once seemed clos and a support seems distant and hostile. The bleary worls comes rushing in to devour you. But for a moment, take a deep breath. Let it out. The feeling subsides. Try it. Now is he moment. All troubles, however great seem insignificant when you weigh it against the fact that you are alive. This very moment a heart beats in your rib cage. Beating hard and fast. Every whiff of air that goes inside your lungs. Feel it. Feel the process that keeps you alive

Life goes on, never stopping. Throwing surprises and shockers at every single step. Something new, unknown awaits at every juncture. At times when you recover from a throw, it puts up another one, right in the face. To kick the breath out of you. These suppositions and ideas seem negative almost cynical. But when one actually lives through such harrowing experiences, it is only then one realises the impact it has on our psyche. The humungous impression it leaves behind. It all seems a huge joke to be a part of this great play. The master playwright truly quoted, "All worlds' a stage". Events seem scripted. Yet logic is supposed to take preference. To hide your emotions and thoughts and to be a logical worker is the ideal solution on many a occasion. When you feel that, one shouldn't be cringing you get perfect opportunity to do so. Stiffling true thoughts, is that a way out? To be reserved yet logical? There comes a time when logic fails. When a cruel deja vú plays