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The chit-chats of a well fed mind..

By Hitesh - June 26, 2016

So here we are, two years later from all the chaotic days. With MBA done, high paying job secured and love life sorted, the hunt for the next best thing is on. I regret not being able to write anything in these last 2 years. I guess happy days just don’t create the right environment for introspection and writing. Not that I am complaining about the current times, but suddenly it feels different. I am unsure of how things will unfold in coming days. Moving to Hyderabad was a different experience. I wanted to forcefully love the city for its closeness to my home and its affordability. But on the contrary, the initial days in the city frustrated me, toppled my cushy #LifeatIsb and reminded me of the realities of life. Furthermore, lately I am realizing that clouds of confusion that always haunted me are clearing. The almighty question of how will I go back home seems to be solved in an unsettling fashion. I guess the answer was always hidden under the wraps of compromise; ...

Jobless with a bright future!

By Hitesh - March 11, 2015

He gets up early morning, finishes his morning ritual and reads his beloved newspaper with a cup of tea, a cliché of habits for Indian male working class, but he doesn’t seem bothered about class stereotypes or the political musings happening around. In his experienced yet not so long 50 years of life he has seen several cycles of political up-heaving and bland cricket news. By the time he finishes his everyday morning business, you are still asleep because you were up last night till 3 am chatting with your friends on WhatsApp. He just gives you a polite nudge to get up before he leaves for office and you just give him a grumpy look and wonder how he does it every single day. You wonder how he manages to have that much energy although he is twice your age and ponder over what motivates him to feed your lazy ass and why does he never ever complain?! On a second thought you think, well that’s what makes him your papa! The daddy! That's me when I get up every single d...

2014

By Hitesh - January 01, 2015

Summarising anything is always a difficult thing to do; but I’ll try to do so for the whole year here. Worth a shot, for it has been the strangest, scariest and sweetest year so far in Bangalore. Let’s just say that, when I am old, like 45ish old, I’ll sit back and reminisce this particular year, the year when I got my shit together and brought much needed changes in myself. I think the better way to put forward would be to write the lessons I learnt from the grand failures that I had. So here goes the list. Morality is over-rated: Aisi harkate karoge to sharma ji kya kahenge! Don’t drink, Don’t smoke, Don’t do adultery, Don’t drive fast, Don’t lie, Don’t eat cheese etc. and so on. We define ourselves by the things we don’t like and judge others on things we don’t dare to do. In short, our inner moral-self restrains us, defeats us and makes us mediocre. So, what divine epiphany occurred in 2014, that I am giving anti-moral lessons here? Lot many! I came to a re...

Mundane

By Hitesh - October 13, 2014

And at that time, in the pale dusky winter evening, somebody asked him – What did he want? What did he really really want?! He couldn’t say anything, but his eyes hid the discord of his cataclysmic thoughts. Nothing has changed since he left home, people remember him not by name anymore rather just as a young lad, who disappeared a few years back. The streets are very much the same, new children keep popping up in the backyard, old outdoor games are still played and the monotonic siren of the train still hovers in the background. It was the same place, which he called home. The yearning inside him to come stay with his mother never subsided, the warmth of the winter blanket and the morning tea is something which he could never forget. It’s been six long years, sin ce he saw all the four seasons in his home town, a short time compared to what most of the other lads endure, but long for him nevertheless. But like the age old clichés of the modern times, coming home was not the...

Home

By Hitesh - December 24, 2013

“Let me return to my home town entombed in grass as in a warm and high sea” – Giorgio Bassani. My home neither has a warm grass cover nor is blessed by the high sea. It lies in the dusty heartland of Chhattisgarh. It’s a featureless land, with no tourist attraction, no mountain but yes, a geographically insignificant river does flow (as in you won’t find it in geography books). If you were to come with me thinking that I would show you some majestic waterfall or a park or garden, you are mistaken. I would end up taking you to nearby market area with lot of eateries. But nevertheless, it’s my home; it’s where I get to chat with my mom over a hot cup of tea. It’s where I cherish “elderly” conversations with my papa when he returns home from office, and it’s the place where I get to see the old family albums. I love it not for the geography, but for its people. It reminds me who I am and who I was. Sometimes I thin At home with kanha :) k everything has changed back home, but...

The Kelly road trip essay

By Hitesh - December 21, 2013

The year 2013 as such is not really going great and still one week is left to complete it. So lets share some of the good things i have written for a college, in which unfortunately i can't apply because i will be missing the deadlines. Anyway, so here goes the question. Suppose you had to choose three people—people alive now or people from another era—to travel with you on a cross-country automobile trip. Who would you choose and why? What would you hope to learn from them? (Think carefully about the company you want on those long stretches through Nebraska or Kansas.) “Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine”. The above line inspires me and is said by one of the greatest inventors of 19 th century – Nikola Tesla and he would be the first person, I would pick for taking with me to a cross country road trip. Mr. Tesla was ...

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