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 ...

When you really have nothing to do…have some spare time in your kitty – GO NOSTALGIC. Yes! That’s the best way to deal with time that you don’t want to put in practical use. Remember the good old school days, dozing off in the hindi lecture while the teacher chanted the “Dohas of Sant Kabir”; going zapped in the history class, for why the hell did anyone even think of attacking another’s land or wife or whatever??? What were they even thinking? Nerds!!! Trying to figure out why in the world would any metal or non-metal react to hydrogen and oxygen, and what made the two similar poles repel and that chapter on life process-2, how it always opened the eyes even when we detested waking up. The pranks on some of the fellow classmates and even on those imbecile teachers (no offence); how we evaded the physical education period by making silly excuses of having a tummy ache, or a head ache, or even better, a sprained ankle. Annoying the class topper by hiding the books, not doing home ...

Here’s a list of confessions that we all make at every moment of life. Along with, are the contradictions that hover the mind. Confession #1: I hate to CHANGE MYSELF. Contradiction #1: Change is the only constant Phenomenon. If changes don’t happen life becomes monotonous and boring. The question is why do we fear change so much? If we were to change, must be for self-amelioration. It’s always hard to accept changes. Especially the major ones that life throws on us. Confession #2: I want FREEDOM. Contradiction #2: We all have freedom of speech, of expression, the basic rights, all within the barriers of our culture that we individually follow. But here’s a turn. We are still not free enough to take a plunge into the wickedest and yet dearest of things that we wish to do. There is a thin line between being selfish and being free. The fear is we never know when we cross that line and behave selfish than being free. Confession #3: I know what you are THINKING. Contradiction #3:...

How do people avow that they understand their partner/friend/mate whosoever, pretty well. What is that one thing that makes them certain that yes, I know this person unquestionably. I understand people and their behaviour, obviously, by spending time with them, judging their body language; making them comfortable to express themselves; and ofcourse, with the help of my psychic instincts. All said and done, I realized how misquoted I have been all through. Arrogance, intolerance, rigidity, dominance, and many more such synonymous words are always tagged along with me. To which I strongly condemn as being assertive, opinionated, pliable and forbearing lest be provoked deliberately.  We all have shortcomings, and during those extreme exhibitions, people just opinionate you as they see you. This vision, however, is an attempt made by an undesirable and unavoidable situation that elicit the subversive you. It is just an ignored part of your nervous system that ousts a hidden or may b...

Life seems to be in a rush. It’s the fourth month of the year and to my surprise I did not realize that we have crossed one-third of the year. The past three months just passed by with so many extreme highs and lows that it was impossible to actually sit back and count the number of days. This time around, I realized how time flies and how we run on our foot to chase it. This happens to be my 20th post. The number is quite important for me as it coincides with my date of birth. I am not a very superstitious person, yet I have a strong feeling about the year 2011, once again with reference to my date of birth as 20.11.2011. Okay! I might appear to be a little boastful but honestly I am looking forward to the coming year for this particular reason. This may sound like a post to be written on 31st December 2010. How does that matter when you write it down, its all about when and how you feel. With “feel”- the word coming into play once again, I feel the word is such an overrated actor...