Casual Thoughtfulness!

This is in continuation to the previous post, as I am still not over with the Delhi and Mumbai syndrome. Since the voyage between Delhi and Mumbai was pretty quick, there was an obvious comparison that boggled my mind at all times. We all belong to the same roots, similar beliefs, and very consistent needs. Though the demarcation of ones society is definitely laid and this distinction segregates us from the rest. More so, every city has its trend to follow, contrasts ought to subsist. Mumbaikars, I found them far more hardworking and honest as compared to our hi-fi delhiites. No offence to them, but truth prevails. North Indians have always been very snooty and pompous. Being one, I guess I don’t regret this bit. I figured distinction in each and every thing that existed. The taste for music, cuisines, the limit to expenses. Punjabi hip-hop and pop beats rule the charts here in Delhi, it is the melodious bollywood music and other soothing marathi rythms that are preferred in Mu...

It was quite an interesting month of May for me. It started on the usual note of laziness within, slowly it progressed and I ended up being a psychotic reader for the following 2 weeks. It wasn’t all over when I was still busy searching and buying new books, having sleepless nights. ‘Shit’ and ‘Wit’ happened all through. The end was though marked by one of my favourite activities – Travel. All in all I would say an extremely captivating and fascinating month, which I actually lived. Not going any further with the details, I am here to share a tiny experience of my short, exhaustive yet engrossing trip to the two most incredible cities of INDIA – Mumbai and New Delhi. For these two cities, I have been an enthusiastic guest because I normally end up visiting them once or twice a year. Thanks to a huge number of kith and kins, that I get to enjoy the luxuries of these cities. My outlook for these two cities was very different this time. It wasn’t the picturesque framing or the nicetie...

As life proceeds, prolific situations and incidents get tagged along. Some are good some are bad; you yearn to relive some of them while for others you just wish had not happened. Since life is very unpredictable for each one of us, it does leave us astonished on how things take a U-turn without any forewarning. Meanwhile we struggle to fortify ourselves to cope with the changing trends, it becomes inevitable to surrender to those unfathomable phenomenon. Rigidity evolves with in, endorsing the deliberate notions. This indeed hits us so hard that we actually forget the truth of living the life that we really deserve to live. We refuse to perceive beyond, something that is hidden - the ballad of the wounded soul. Its mellifluous voice goes unheard and ignored. The ignominy of being forgotten shatters the only hope that ever persisted. The cluelessness about the distressed psyche is the only reason that perturbs the stability of our thoughts. For every peccadillo, we tend to agonize ...