Musings of my day-to-day life

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...

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...