Just thoughts...

     It began with a suggestion from a different continent.. Finally bucking up for another solo day of exploring... Playing it safe with a uber pool and roommate's Rubik cube for company... Out of practice meant, it took almost the entire of 30 mins to finally solve the cube.. The driver was unusually quiet given my previous uber rides, where a life lesson was a sure takeaway.  Pataleshwar Cave Getting off exactly outside the Pataleshwar caves, the first thought you have is..'Is this the place for a cave?' Right amidst the bustling area of Shivajinagar lie these 8th century caves and the temple therein... Car horns abound and people bustling on their way. A mini version perhaps of our very times, with the latest of inventions of the 21st century coupled with a mindset that dates way back to the stone age ( do not want to sound morose at the beginning. But wait, for there's a change ). You shrug of this thought and step in first through the wrong gate.. to b...

Forever in the pursuit of perfection, A blind eye to the present tense State of frustration when things go haywire Control lost and visions blurred... Energy coiled, compressed and ready to spring Ideas vivid and plans aplenty  Waiting in store for a scary monotony Towards the end of days of being carefree... Podium finishes mar the competition A race to win for everyone Routine of earning a wage awaits Approaching it with being tensely aware... Dreams no longer of knights and dragons Adulthood no longer just a number crossed Seriousness seeping through the crags Nooks dusty and farewells rehearsed... To a life of abandon reaching its end Done with thoughts of morose mockery Why do we mould ourselves to fit in Being just another brick in the wall... Growing up with a shoulder readied To carry a responsibility we never asked for Fitting into a construct defined by invisible hands Approvals and denials stacked in abundance... Individuals with flaws...

        " I think I like flaws.. I think they make things interesting..." -Sarah Dessen              7.1 billion of us and yet all made uniquely apart. With our own life to lead and of course with our own set of flaws. The beauty that resides in imperfection is what perhaps makes us flawed. For there is none who can be the ultimate body of creation. Some deem their flaws to be lesser than those of other. Some wallow in the fear of exposing their flaws to the big wide world out there. The most confident of us all, yet deep within knows that he or she is not without a blemish. At times we love to come up with excuses to justify our shortcomings. To the extent of ignoring the drawbacks which we have. To not acknowledge them is perhaps where we fall behind. It is liberating to know the things which make you dissimilar from the crowd. Anger, fear, anxiety, and a string of other such emotions up our sleeves to hiss at the sli...

    'All Indians are my Brothers and Sisters..' these words repeated with their own added modifications in our school days during the mandatory pledge at assemblies mean much more than what meets the eye. The mandates and definitions that these mere words bring along can span many a tomes of literature. 193 years ago an Indian captivated an audience consisting of people from a multitude of races and ethnicities by addressing them as 'Sisters and Brothers...' . The purity of emotions that come along with this bond is incomparable to any other. The primary reason to address our fellow countrymen as brothers and sisters was somewhere lost in translation from heart to papers and then on to the first page of every textbook printed for a school kid.    The inherent sense of affinity for the people we live with irrespective of any prejudices which history has brought along is the way ahead. Shedding aside the glasses of pre-conceived notions about the people we m...

The trees still the same stood upright,  Leaves swaying hiding nooks from plain sight.. Lush green whispering secrets to none, Calmly herding all below be it rain or the sun.. A path meanders its ways through around, Marked by footsteps etched forever safe and sound.. Generations of men come and go in their time, Leaving behind memories more than their hoarded dime.. Thoughts of worry of the future and the past, A thing to learn from the timeless odes firmly cast.. Odes of valour and the good deeds of some, Recounted to this day and for the many to come.. Chose what you do in the present with utmost care, For a moment lost is lost forever, harsh yet truly very fair.. Glimpses through the window of solitude here, Out into the world full of love and a petty kind of fear.. The fear of losing, to be overcome from within, To realise the ounce of courage that is hidden in the din.. At last to end the day with a smile on your face, Mingling with the melo...

In a world of forever increasing pressure. Here's six ways to handle and reduce this ever problematic anxiety. 1. Realize the waste in it:  There is no use of being worried about an event which is in the future and you have absolutely no control over. The wasted moments on thinking about what would happen in the future only come back in the future as moments of regret on having wasted time.

        It was over.. The months of a false pretense had come down crashing all around. The layer of illusion before him was ripped apart by the harsh knife of truth. It wasn't to be. The many moments which had now rolled off into the baggage of memories, still hit hard. No matter how much he tried to convince himself of the days to come, the promise they held, it wouldn't heal the wound of the one broken in the days gone by. The melancholy was tangible in the air around. If encompassed all those who tried to break this shell. The shell which he had withdrawn into.         He shouldered his rucksack and made way to the rock by the shore. It had been his place, once. Long before the messed up moods, this was his place of peace. The memories sweet were now all marred by an emotion of incompleteness. The puzzle he was solving seemingly impossible now. The missing piece he had found was lost in the crowd he had searched for. The gaping...