Casual Thoughtfulness!

If I consider god as just drunk and not dead would that minimize the sufferings or simply agonize the pain. God, he’s drunk at such a crisis??? Or Poor God, he is under such depression that he is drunk..... We ought to send him to a rehab camp for gods can’t go astray. If that doesn’t help I think sending some five star baba would. With yogic exercises and some art of living being taught to god, might as well cure his blindness with which he simply ignores the good doers. May be a counseling with a free will baba would bring him back on track. Can he stop entertaining himself and us as well and get back to work for once. I feel he is so bored of doing his job over the years, it has become quite discouraging for him. With no promotion on the cards, no lavish parties, no ups n downs or recession and boom, neither a thrashing from his boss, nor a loss of project, he needs some excitement at work. Ask him where do u see yourself five years down the line, he would say, here only, doing t...

I ponder how our lives start revolving around the books we read. It all started with Enid Blyton and Nancy Drews and growing up with them gave us choices to go ahead the Mills and Boons way or follow the Godfather. I happen to choose the latter, and today while playing on this weird pitch of my life (being twenty something) it seems the cult of Godfather has hypnotized my soul. I have been smitten by his ceremonious acts of returning favours, of being a “friend” that I sometimes hallucinate puffing a cigar wearing a homburg crown hat. Being kids, we made favours to our bestfriend for a candy by solving their maths problem. Even then, we made such “Godfatherly” gestures. Obviously reading an act like that enhanced the thoughts and ripped our world apart. Soon we were simply wandering on the streets ruled by “The Godfather”. The psyche works on three rules: 1. If someone makes a favour I return it, balancing the weight of obligation. 2. If I make a favour, you will have to return...

Back in the 80’ s and 90’s, life was so much different. So much more convivial and social, everything mostly revolved around “each other”, “we”, “our”. There was tremendous zest and zeal about life. There was a lot more trust on the streets and a profound sense of brotherhood within. I still remember spending the new years night watching DD1, with its really creative way of imparting knowledge with entertainment. It was simple and so mollified. There were social gatherings every now and then. What we called the idiot box was the biggest invention of that era that not only brought the family members together to watch their favourite serial but also the neighbors and the whole “mohalla”. Life has become so mechanical, so individual now. We don’t even think about the second person living with us any more, neighbors and society are far from existence. The “internet” has replaced the idiot box. There are always two sides of a coin. Definitely, we are more aware today, we have more knowl...

You wake up every morning just to find yourself in the girth of pretentious acts. A tinge of hypocrisy marks the day when the first effort calls to pretend to be nice and sober to your unruly boss. Following through a sequence of such tormenting situations and people, astute ideas knock the doors of your head; invading each and every hurdle as you cross. You pretend to love when you are disturbed, you pretend to play when you are tired, even pretend to diet when u are most hungry and by the end of the day, you pretend to be happy, consoling yourself, tomorrow would be much better. This reprehensible human instinct to pretend in every petty situation that we don’t like is rather a blessing in disguise. Ever wondered the reason for such an appalling way of finding an arbitrary invasion of our problems. This makes me thinking about it at least for once. Probably today I am pretending to write, or sing or dance. The reason I hold beneath is a way to express my guilt of avoiding a ci...

We all love to eat, but barely anyone loves to cook. We still go by the old saying “Mum made food is the best”. Reasons being, foremost, it’s the mum, whom we love so much, has been taking all the pains to cook our favourite delicacies. Secondly, it’s all hygienic and definitely healthy. Finally, it’s so tasty and easily available, we need not move any limb to even pick a spoon. It’s right in our mouths. All we got to do is, relish it. Obviously, ours is a “junk foodie” generation. Comes a day of being home alone, u had it, “maggi” is all what we call cooking, to make things classier, order a pizza or pasta. Wonder what out children would refer to as home made food, with even the chapattis being brought readymade, “microwave cooked food is the best”. More so, a new change in trend is men are taking culinary lessons, either to impress their dates, or as a profession (which is actually a highly paid one) and the remaining do so just to fill in their stomach after a days hard-work. W...