Musings of my day-to-day life

“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 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 ...

I never thought that ­writing about myself can be so difficult, and that too when you have to impress the reader. I have started reasoning out with myself for the content of the essays that I have to write for applying to colleges using my mediocre GMAT score. In the meanwhile, while I write this, it’s raining heavily outside, I am not hungry (very strange, as I just had nothing after a light lunch), and I am just sitting here all cozied up under the blanket and trying to convince myself to write something on my past life, which would sound interesting to anyone and everyone who reads it. Like always I lost my attention in the middle of it, and instead started doing, what I do best, that is think and write about something else. Anyways, I thought the opportunity is good enough to retrospect on few things, which I realize and conclude from my life, the decisions I have made, and the consequences that have brought me here. Let’s try some humor here, I will try, but I can’t promise anyt...

Dis-honesty!   Well no one likes it, but the same cannot be told about the person being dishonest! Let’s not get into the philosophical mood with this one and try to keep it light and simple. So yes! Dishonesty, why a sudden plunge into the age old urge to talk about the man’s character? Well lately, that’s because, I have been dishonest with myself, and the fact that I realize it in quite a subtle way, results in quite catastrophic results. I am trying hard to come up to terms with the fact , that mediocrity and being average is something, that hurts the ego most, but what can we do about it? Is there a way out of it? Yes sure! There always is! Work harder BITCH!. One of the very profound questionnaire  I read in quora a few days back will give you a good look into what I intend to say here. So here it goes: What makes young men turn into grumpy old men? Some gentlemen gave a fine answer to it That’s because, he dreamt too high and never worked har...

Will you read this post and smile, at the thought of it? Will you just listen to the song; I just messaged, and laugh at the wrong lyrics when I sing it? Will you listen to me when I tell something about my work? Will you come with me for a bike ride in the morning for breakfast? Will you talk to me on phone, when I prepare my morning tea? Will you get thrilled by just watching a movie, and hug me when the ending is brilliant? Will you give me company for eating chocolate at the middle of the night? Will you just sit on my lap on a lazy Sunday afternoon with some good music playing? Will you just stay with me for a while? But then you will get busy and go away, for you have your own life, own drea ms to follow. I understand that, I too have them; I too am a fanatic when it comes to career. But don’t we always crave for things that we always did before? Then why do things that change it? Why go away from it? Eventually we’ll miss those times, the moments together, the morning cof...