Casual Thoughtfulness!

Of late, I haven’t got much time to think about anything apart from my work and its scheduling and rescheduling. At ease now, though the mind refuses to sit back and relax. Its always in the hyper active mode for reasons best known to the internal wiring inside. Of course, being over occupied isn’t a very striking affair. But that is something you just cannot escape no matter how much you dawdle it. And escapism is not something I personally support. Coming back to life and routine, just contemplating over the past deeds and happenings, I realized how life always puts you up in a rut and expects you to come out triumphant. The proactive inhibition precludes the sense of being avant-garde, of that being progressive in terms of situation. It pulls you back to a point where you feel paralyzed, recluse, and dormant. The process actually takes you for a ride from an altar to deep down in the dumps. The bitter truth winds you in such a series of trials, as if sailing through them wou...

It’s funny how perception for the same situation show such varied response. Usually we say it takes two to clap – referring to each and every action or emotion be it fight, love, hurt etc. Then there is a third person. This person is the one who listens to the chores of one of those two involved. There is always a third person, a third eye for every condition. This is a confidante, an honest and trustworthy friend who is entitled to give a just and unbiased opinion. Usually, the opinion becomes an eye opener and solves most of the issues. But there is another side. Sometimes the two people who are actually involved in the situation know the reasons for its occurrence. They are the best judge for every action that comes into play. It is for them to summon the circumstance in their own way. The third person could be an honest guide or a very highly experienced counselor but in the end, it all about being human. And its impossible to step into the shoes of another human, you can share t...

Why is it at times you feel so dreaded and lonesome even when you have some twenty people standing by your side. You have everything you can wish for in the world but still it makes you feel so hollow from inside that you crave for a moment to cheer, a hand to hold, a person to listen. Listen to that what you can't put to words, what you just can't express even though how well your communication skills be. The perception is so deeply negated that all you see is ugly truths. A person like me falls an easy prey. The situation fools you around in such a way that you don’t seem to rebel rather simply sleep in the arms of dusk and dream about the unimaginable sorrows. The tenure of such feelings isn’t very long; it varies from a few seconds to a few hours. The impact however is such that it transforms you into a more humane, sensitized mortal. During the transition, the rigidity of mind makes you a stronger victim of vexation and flexibility of heart, a fragile target of misery....

Being a kid, I used to ask my brother about the team he supported and the moment he replied, his team got one more tiny tot supporter. Not even having the sense to understand its meaning was the time I started following CRICKET. Ever since, it began to run in my veins. Unknowingly, it became a passion, an addiction mushrooming inside. This is what has been the story of many more INDIANS like me who have been brought up to play cricket, love cricket. I wasn’t alone. I had numerous friends both boys and girls, equally high spirited and mad for CRICKET. Every time India played their most furious rivals, the player fought a cricket battle and the spectators (obviously including us) played a verbal battle of obnoxious phrases. No one regretted abusing and none objected. Many more games played, battles won, fights defeated. Both, triumph and trounce had their share of emotions and reactions. The players then played for the spirit of game, for the prestige of their nation, for the courage...

All those who have known me find me highly opinionated, firm, unfaltering and sometimes even misinterpret my strong ideologies as adamancy. I was a rebel since childhood. Never did I follow any random suggestion without well-grounded reasons. Adherence to the truth, right is might, are some of the strengths that show resolute determination in my character. I still remember an elite referring to me as a “headstrong girl”. I always have opinions, some by instincts and most with the knowledge on the subject. There are definitely a few more like-minded heads, which continue to inspire me. And the rest misjudge me as a high-headed, unwavering, obdurate, nasty mortal. Ever since, the rudiments of my cerebrum have been such that the brain has to work 24*7 and I have to answer myself with undoubted reasoning. Under such circumstances, the brain stopped living in predicaments and confusions making itself a power-thought generator. Conversely, there exists a birdbrain that refuses to think, to...

Today, when I was driving back home from work, I crossed a college bus. It reminded me of my old days. I got nostalgic. But before diving into my favorite pool of memories I noticed that all the students inside were wearing a similar kind of clothing, a Uniform. And finally I took the plunge. 8 years back, where entering the under-grad school meant stepping into a new phase of life. The euphoria, the zest, the delight, life was all about being avant-garde. New clothings, a free will, a platform to come out of the shell and look around the world. The whole concept was so of gratifying, buying stuff that’s in vogue -- cool accessories, stylo-bags, shoes, hair styles… no more Uniforms, AND no books… Well! I wasn’t the geek, the studious kinds, just normal, and an above average scorer. So obviously, the first step to college for me meant a sense of liberty and independence. I was free! From adolescent to maturity, the journey had just begun. The enormous amount of anxiety, the conscious e...

Tigers have always been a pride of our nation. Their charismatic gestures demand dignity, respect and authority. Their wisdom inspires you to walk the aisle with profound self-esteem. This stirring specie that has been attracting the humans for ages, sadly it will soon go extinct if we don’t act now. That’s how when we visit tiger reserves, we barely spot our national animal for their constantly depleting habitat. There has been poaching of this fierce animal, for reasons best known to the insane, dreadful and callous hunters. We have seen extinction before, the dinosaurs, the mammoths, and many more such species. We now keep assuming how and what made those enormous and significant animals vanish from the face of earth. Soon the tigers too would be a mere topic of discussion for their glamour and substance. In this Chinese year of tiger, we would see the end of this ferocious predator. How ironic!!! Until ofcourse we act, we become aware, we stop poaching, we join hands to preserve...