Life's Like That...!!!

HE will keep testing you from time to time and you will see lots of UP's and DOWN's......try to never give up, you will definitely succeed in HIS test.....

Thursday, December 29, 2016

A Beautiful Message to end 2016..!!

Everyone dies alone;
If you meant something to someone;
If you helped someone;
If you loved someone;
If even a single person remembers you;
Then maybe you never really die
and maybe


PS: I'm pretty sure those who used to follow the TV series: Person of Interest must be smiling right now.

Monday, October 31, 2016

The Theory of Being Everything..!!

"There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood." 
~ Brad Meltzer

Honestly, the bits and pieces of this post is in my diary and notepad for few weeks now. And still when I started to write it here, then also I'm not sure what this post is about. I think maybe if I start writing, it might help me clear out things.

I understand that everyone has their secrets.
Everyone has a dark side of them, a dark passenger, who always accompanies them.
Everyone has a chapter in their life that they don't read aloud.

I too have some of them. I too have a dark passenger whom I like to keep in check. But lately this companion of mine has gone rogue. I didn't let it hurt anyone else, so now it's after me. Well, I think it needs me to speak out. But the biggest problem with me is I don't know how to stand and speak even if something wrong is going on with me. I end up being quiet. Another thing I don't understand is: if someone is behaving in a certain manner, why is he/she behaving that way? The extent to which I'm okay in interpreting complex equations and formulae, you just negate it, and I'm equally bad at interpreting human behavior. Well, at the end of the day, I think I'm human only and not an alien; also I need to interact with others to survive but I'm not sure how. I've always faced difficulty in going and talking to people, basically that has effected my performance everywhere, be it in interviews or interactions with friends. My friends and family think either I'm a stupid or I'm an arrogant guy who doesn't care about what others think. Well, in the matter of fact, I do care and most of the time, even my parents curse me. They even curse me for my expenditure, but I'll be spending just to roam around and meet my friends in the hope that I find someone who'll understand me. However, this problem has mine have always been there. Earlier I was considered just a reserved kid who is scared of interacting with elders, but now, though my behavior is same, the situation is different and it matters.

The year 2016 has been the worst for me lately. Lot many things have happened and are happening. Earlier I was just a student who always used to spend his life in lab or with books. But now, now I'm part of this vicious cycle of life where I have to earn my living and interact with people. That has never been the real me. My parents say that I'm completely normal but no, I fake the interactions with people around me. I just repeat the dialogues, which I've overheard over the past few years from everyone in different situations, when it comes to interacting with someone. Yes, it's just recorded in my mind for me and I simply replay. Yeah, I've few friends, who I know that they understand me(or maybe I feel so). But life is getting weird lately. I know they can't stick with me all the time and since past one year I'm in a weird state of mind. Till the time I was student, I knew how to handle problems. Now I'm no more a student and I don't know how to handle real life situations. I try fitting it in patterns hoping to understand and predict the outcomes of other upcoming situations based on past events but I've failed every single time. Obviously the blame comes on me that I'm not at all understanding.

I don't know whom to talk to and even sometimes I get to talk to someone, but then I don't know what to talk. By the time I realize, it gets too late. Yes, every single time it gets too late. Stephen King once said:

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”

Yes, "the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear." I dunno whom to go and talk to, but lately I'm just hoping to find an understanding ear who lets me give a chance to express myself. Yes, I need to express myself. Just once, with a feeling of comfort. I don't want any lecture on what to do, just for once, no lecture. Again, there is this problem of me not being able to express to everyone. That's why I write and don't talk. But, honestly, it has always been hard to find someone like that, at least for me it is hard. That's why I'm posting this, requesting not to poke me and judge me. I'm a weirdo who panics easily and who's waiting once to be understood, just once. Though I try, but believe me it's frustrating because I can't be everything and this theory of being everything is killing me. As a result, loss of focus in everything.

PS: Once a close friend asked me not to stop myself from letting the thoughts flow. Hence, after long thought, I'm publishing it here.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Million Emotions..!!

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They say,
A picture says a thousand words,
But sometimes just by adding a verse to it,
You can portray a million emotions.


They say,
Always speak up for your rights,
But sometimes just by adding a silence to it,
You can win a million fights.

PS: A totally random thought posted as it struck my mind..!! 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Letting Go..!!

People come,
    People go.

Some leave an impression on my mind,
    With some my heart starts to rhyme.
Started as a wicked friendly partner in crime,
    Our souls ended up making sweet sounds like a chime.

Here I am left alone bidding everyone one by one a farewell,
    Whatever life has planned, for them I always pray that all goes well.

Well, Once again with a heavy heart and crying soul,
    Here I am letting another one go. 

PS: Another random one I guess.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Death's Desire...!!!

The first time I saw her,
    I felt attracted.
Somethings were off about her,
    But from her, only perfection got refracted.
She was lying down on a beach,
    In a one-piece that was colored peach.
The sky was lit in a white-chocolaty shade,
    Romantic you may say, but my desire to get her was like a sharpened blade.

Few patches of dark clouds here and there,
    Every passing by hour of sky had showed it's own glare.
Waxy yellows, cloud spat blues,
    My attention got stuck on her like with a glue.
Her body,
    I must say it was perfectly gaudy.
Erupted inside me, a desire to get her;
    To touch her and lay my hands upon her.

I wanted to carry her in my arms,
    Embrace her with a body so warm.
I promised myself, when her time will come, she won't feel a thing,
    I'll take her as she is my girl; on her 3rd finger will be my ring.
But I couldn't resist, as she lay against the sea,
    Her time was up, when I took her soul mid-way during tea.
Suddenly she lost the charm,
    Her body was no more warm.
Then came a moment while she lay dead,
    But I felt complete, like we both were newly-wed.


Sunday, August 14, 2016

सावन आया ॥

आज बाहर निकला तो मौसम का मिज़ाज कुछ उखड़ा-उखड़ा सा लगा ।
ऊपर देखा तो बादलों में अजीब सी होड़ मची थी ॥

हवाएं इधर-उधर सकपकाई सी भागती हुई लग रही थी ।
थोड़ा आगे बढ़ा तो वृक्षों में एक अलग सा उत्साह नज़र आया ॥
मैंने पूछा "इस उमंग और उल्लास का कारण क्या है ?"
वो झूम के बोले "सावन आया" ॥

PS: The post is inspired by chat with 2 of my friends, Lucifer and another one I call him "Ninja".

Thursday, August 4, 2016


Are you a spell writer?, or
You yourself are a spell?

You've spell bounded me for a long time my friend,
And I'm unable to get out of the spell.

Things feel like I'm floating in an constrained gelly like universe,
Or is it a closed shell?

Sometimes with hazy feelings, it feels like I'm a frog,
Who's unable to come out of his well.

Everything seems so fancier to me,
Am I becoming habituated to this as a dwell?

With no discernible division into parts,
Is it a continuum?

PS: A random scribble from long time ago which I forgot to post. Found it in the old archives.

Sunday, July 24, 2016


A random one from my old archives.

The cold wind brushed past my face, 
As if trying to win any race,
I wondered how it felt to fly by, 
Around everyone exposing their emotions so wry? 

So small they're, yet so refreshing, 
With a fragrance of earth arising, 
As messengers of peace sent from the sky, 
The raindrops fell on my temple in a manner so sly.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

In the name of GOD..!!

Pardon me if words don't rhyme,
Pardon me if they sound unpleasant like a wind chime.

Pardon me today if I sound blunt,
But I promise you that it is no publicity stunt.

Everywhere around us, everyone is fighting,
Around them everyone wants some money-fame-glimmer-lighting.

There is unrest everywhere around us,
If we ponder with a clear mind, situation really sucks.

In the name of GOD, people are killing each other,
Though HE teaches us love and respect, but no one bothers.

The way it’s going, although started to unite,
We might end up categorizing into a religion even those little termites.

Forget what the religion was earlier,
But now to hide the dirty game of power and politics it’s a name which is more like glorified and fancier.

Why don’t we observe the nature around us?
Why don’t we observe those beautiful stars shining in the heavens?

Look at the beautiful sickle-shaped moon, floating like a boat,
But instead we chose to look around on others and on their miseries we gloat.

You maybe anyone, but the same sun and moon has always shone,
Never bifurcating the water around rich and poor, the same river has always flown.

Yet every day we hear cases of honor killings in localities near-by,

Or how easily a terrorist on the name of religion flew it’s plane in a tall tower standing-by.

I still love the people I've loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them,
They may have changed, but it doesn’t mean I’ll just go and blow them.

As an artist, you asked me for a pictorial depiction of my thoughts here,
But again pardon me if I couldn’t get any sketch as per your desire.

What would have I drawn?
A dying man, who’s someone’s father? or
A dead kid, who’s someone’s son/daughter? or
A starving society, where humans eat like scavenger? or
A rich guy having delicious meal, where he eats less and wastes more?

Only thing I've been certain of lately,
Science will admit when it is wrong,
Religion will kill to prove it's right.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Romanticism de Presstitute...!!!

If you shall be poor and denied rights, pick up a sugar
Felt humiliated at lack of jobs, the skills sucked, pick up a sugar
Couldn't handle the rationality of maths pick up a sugar
Religion, mine is best, pick up a sugar
Freedom, Freedom yet deep into corruption, pick up a sugar
Racist rants, with superior racial jibes so pick up a sugar

If only they chose sugar over gun, the "struggle" be sweet.
Selfishness, Narrow minded and closed-off superiority.
Upon a sense of ridiculed Nationalism,
Irony the same Presstitutes shall lick the both sides as and when it fills their coffers.

PS: Another one by Sunny. Though he rarely writes, but whenever he does, he comes up with a masterpiece.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Movie Review: Nil Battey Sannata - A true masterpiece by a Debut Director

Nil Battey Sannata is an emotion-filled story of a single mother, Chanda Sahai and her daughter, Apeksha (Appu). The screenplay by the debut director, Ashwiny Iyer Tiwari, I must say couldn't have been presented in a better by any director.

The movie is nothing but a smooth running drama without any twists and turns but with some exceptionally brilliant piece of acting and direction. The story is more about a parents' effort for their kids and at the end giving an excellent lesson of importance of education. In the movie, just like any other parent, Chanda, is full of dreams of a bright future of her daughter. She is trying to raise Appu, but finding it difficult along-with all the hard-work and labor she has to do in order to get money for the schooling and food. However, Appu is unable to perform at school and is pretty adamant on not caring for education. A resentful mindset for life-standard which her mother is able to provide her and Chanda not able to understand the situation where how she can help Appu, she is forced to join the same school and class as her daughter. That's where the things take U-turn and triggers a sense of competition in Appu with a challenge from her mother to out-perform her.

Rest of the story continues as an expected family-friendly melodrama. However, I must again add that the movie, along-with the perfect mother-daughter angst which has been portrayed very beautifully and sensitively, is also a perfect example of importance of education in life. The most important lesson which is given at the end of the movie in the last scene is that it's not the parent's limitations, but sometimes what limits us is the efforts which we put in achieving our goals.

Rating: 9.5/10

Yes, it deserves this score.

PS: Another beautiful lesson from the movie is how we kids overlook the efforts that our parents have put to raise us. But sooner or later we end up realizing it, don't we?

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

28 and ORPHAN again...!!!

Say No to Old-Age Homes. Respect the people who made you what you are. (Image Source)

Son decides to admit the father in the old age home as desired by his wife (the daughter-in-law).

He brings his father in the car to an Orphanage cum old age home run by a Priest.

The receptionist gives different choices like TV, AC , Veg etc. Father says No TV, AC etc.

Son goes out to bring luggage from car. The wife calls up to check whether all fine. And also insists that father need not come home even for festivals.

The Priest appears and immediately starts talking with the old man.

The surprised Son wonders and asks the Priest whether he knows his father before as they were talking as though they knew each other since so many years.

Priest with tears in his eyes says.."yes, yes my son, He came here 28 years back and took with him an orphan boy in adoption."


PS: How easily we youngsters forget what our parents did for us and send them to old-age homes. We ourselves try our best to find the problem of a infant by their crying faces but neglect the crying faces of people who did the same with us when we're infants and reject them? Say NO to OLD-AGE Homes. Respect the people who made you what you are.

PPS: I came across this short story and couldn't resist myself from instantly sharing it here. It may sound a bit filmy to many, but it's enough to give the message to any sensible person.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Udta Punjab: A Well Versed Movie with a small tinge of Bollywood...!!!

*****This review doesn't contain any spoilers.*****

I don't think I need to give basic introduce about this movie, especially with all the hype it got due to censor-board and politics. Lemme just give the basic introduction. The movie is starring Shahid Kapoor, Kareena Kapoor, Alia Bhatt and  Diljit Dosanjh in the lead role with a run-time of 149 minutes. Written and directed by Abhishek Chaubey.

The story kicks in with a drug addict star, Tommy Singh, who lost a good deal for his release of an album due to his addiction. In parallel, a migrant worker from Bihar finds a packet of drugs in the field.

Majorly, the story revolves around Tommy Singh, our migrant worker and the life of a young boy, Bali, who is a drug addict and the brother of a police officer Sartaj Singh. Bali's truth comes out to his brother and family due to his once overdose of drugs when he gets hospitalized. That's when Sartaj meets Dr. Preeti (Kareena Kapoor) for his brother's treatment and together they start a quest of exposing the roots of this drug-scandal in Punjab.

The story continues with few expected Bollywood flavor twist and turns. Like a big star running and fighting the world, escaping the cops and traveling on a bicycle to cities just to find a girl. However, the movie has perfectly portrayed the real picture of Punjab which has never been presented to the outside world. For example, the youth killing their parents or near ones for the drug addiction. We consider the elderly, white bearded sardar uncle's as figure of warm and affectionate personalities, however, no-one is picture perfect, right? Like the eldest leader of drug gang, how cruelly he leaves Alia for his boys to rape her. Similarly, how the police helps with trafficking of drugs and how politicians take advantage of drug problem for their vote-bank. Most of these problems, at max, we've just heard from our friends or maybe somewhere in the news. However, the very much needed dirty picture of overall ideal and calm looking state of Punjab was impressively presented on the big screen.

Overall the best performance in the movie or in other words, the person who literally stole the show was Alia Bhatt. She has once again out-performed all of her co-stars. Luckily, the Bollywood now has someone who can perform extra-ordinarily in all kind of roles. Other than Alia, Diljit Dosandh has justified his role. If all goes good, he is going to be a strong contender for his debut Bollywood role.

Rating: 8/10

PS: Like other Anurag Kashyap's movies, this one also would have deserved a perfect or near perfect score like Gulaal or Gangs of Wasseypur. But that's the point where Udta Punjab has missed it score is that Anurag Kashyap has not directed this movie. Like the other two classics which I mentioned, if the film-makers would have focused less on big star-cast or would have chosen someone who suited the roles better then it could have been much better. Like there could have been better options than Shahid Kapoor for a drug-addict star in the movie. This point along-with the story, especially in the second half, forced me to add the second part of the title of this post "Small tinge of Bollywood".

PPS: A reminder for my dear sceptic Indians, the abusive language has not been censored in this movie. Also the use of drugs has been shown in pretty clear manner.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

The Grave Gravity...!!!

The grave gravity,
No one understands you.
And until the situation turns blue,
People don't realize you. 

(Being a science freak, it becomes mandatory to mention Einstein, right? :P )

An attempt to draw the great Einstein using Dot-Rendering...!!!

School teachers declared Albert Einstein insane,
And the whole world declared him a retard.
Later that retard lad gave a theory,
And now to understand that theory people are ready to give rewards.

Although Newton realized gravity,
Only after apple fell.
Later Einstein's theory defied it saying it's space-time continuum,
But how everything is interwoven continuum, it took 100 years before anyone could tell.

(Many times we underestimate kids, the best example for why we shouldn't do that)

Youngsters fall in love,
Get married.
After marriage they realize,
The big mistake they did when in love they got carried.

(okay so coming to a serious note, when we don't understand gravity of the situation)

We drive like crazy, 
We even cause accidents on roads.
We never understand the safety,
Until someone very close dies while ignoring traffic lights and sign boards.
Selfish humans, we never look at the other side of the coin,
Until too late, we never realize things seriously.
We screw up things in life,
Expecting others to reciprocate passionately.

We ignore them like anything,
When life gives us chances.
Instead of complaining for things,
Why don't we notice and react on subtle signs of nuances?

My only appeal to you is to understand the gravity,
When it is in it's raw form.
Before life looses it's brevity,
And becomes a storm.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

My Desire for Satire...!!!

Generally, every month on 3rd Saturday I go for a Poetry meet-up, "Let Poetry Be". Every month we're given a topic and we've to come up with a poem of our own on the same topic. This generally is fun till the time topic is reasonable. Unlike every other time, this time the topic was weirdest, "I found you at LPB". But I had to come-up with something and here's how everything came up.

Well, I was really confused what to write till the very last week. By chance I asked one of my friends with whom I generally discuss such stuff. During discussion I came up with a thought that in college a guy used to had weed when he wanted to think anything that was tough. So, considering the guy with whom I was discussing is not in town, I went to have a word with another friend of mine and that's how it went: 

I asked "Dude, let's go for a weed."
He replied "That's not a good deed."
I again asked, "Lord Shiva used to have it, why do you think so?"
He said, "My mom would kill me, if I do so."
I said, "Dude, don't exaggerate, just have some and let's perform some hora;

Coz your mom's not Indrani Mukherjee and you're not Sheena Bora."

That's when I realized,
What I had to confess at LPB.
Oh my desire for satire,
I met you at LPB.
Oh my talent of making rhyming puns,
I met you at LPB. :)

Anyway, that also at the end became my final entry for the event this time. Initially it looked weird to me when I wrote it, but somehow it turned out to be fun. :P

PS: I don't smoke weed. It was just a time-pass thing. So don't start making complaints to my parents against me(if you know them) :D


Friday, May 20, 2016


Some write poetry.
Others inspire poetry.
Once in a lifetime though you will meet the one person who is poetry. 

(For those who say poetry is not their cup of tea: By poetry, I mean, it doesn't have to rhyme, it just have to touch someone where your hands couldn't.)

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The above lines are not mine but I couldn't help sharing. Once in a blue-moon we meet a person who give you a feeling of meeting someone with whom your frequency matches. They are someone who truly understands you. They know how to handle you in your different moods. Just by some random replies of yours they know something is off with you. They'll just simply know it. Time spent with them just flies by; gives a feeling like only a few moments have been spent with them. Those moments feels like a poetry. You just simply rhyme with them. You feel like you can spend a lifetime with those pals talking or sitting idle. But you never know what life has planned for you ahead. Sometimes you really get lucky and get to spend time with them and sometimes life really tests you by driving them away from you due to one reason or the other, testing you and your patience.

Then there are few tough moments when you just simply wish that you had those pals of yours around you. Sometimes just not to talk to, maybe just to sit idle because the level of comfort you achieve when they're around you is something you never get. Maybe I'll rephrase it to the positive aura you get around them is something you never get around anyone else. You know they'll understand you and won't ask you questions. They may just simply play a random music or start a random topic to deviate your mind of the things. Sometimes just seeing those faces or getting a moment with them cheers you up for the entire day. Those are the people who are truly your soulmate. No matter how much trouble you have, you may not discuss your problems with them but you'll always end up calling or pinging them on chat. Somehow, just by your first ping, they'll know what your mood is right at that moment. To some it all: "Soulmates are beings with whom you end up rhyming".

Luckily I too have a handful of them. 

PS: A word of advice, no matter how hard life be on you or no matter how hard they be on you, try to never loose them.
PPS:  It's a random scribble dedicated to few of those handful of them.

Indian Bloggers

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Horlicks Indiblogger Meet...!!!

A bloggers meet after long time; though few happened, but I was unable to attend them lately due to some prior commitments. When this invite came I was, indeed, really excited.

Well, it was really an eventful evening. Firstly it was sunday, then a blogger's meet in Vivanta by Taj clubbed with Mother's Day celebration. Also, the hall was full with chit-chats as parents were allowed to bring kids with them. Also not to mention the Bangalore was back to its beautiful weather, so a  bike ride to the event was not at all a problem.

First we're welcomed with juices and beverages; only soft drinks (as the event was about health, nutrition and immunity :P ). Well, it was a real fun to have Horlicks after long time.

The event started with a usual introduction and a special video and warm welcome for all the mothers on the special occasion of Mother's Day. It was followed by the presentation by Jill Castle. The talk was really insightful with lots of facts which, not even kids, but are important for adults also. In respect to kids, I was able to relate many nutrition problems as I'm living with my 1.5 years old niece. The points she made about the problems of nutrition in India among kids is of pretty grave concern.

The second half of the event was followed with product presentation; panel discussion and some Q&A. However, the best part of the event came when there was a small quiz and I, fortunately, happened to be part of the winning team. The team members were really smart, as they had the recording and snapshots of all the slides. Obviously, not to convey the special thanks to Google baba for their help. The event concluded with a some hefty amount of Flipkart gift vouchers for our team.

The Winning Team

Later it was an awesome dinner when I finally got the chance to meet few bloggers with whom I was in contact with for around 6+ years. At last it was time to collect the goodies and head home. The event was pretty interactive, to the point, short and sweet. The journey back home was again a pleasant ride to home with cold winds blowing.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Unfinished Business...!!!

People come;
become part of your life; and
leave you to make themselves your life's Unfinished Business. 

PS: This was written as part of prompt "Unfinished Business" by Friday Phrases.

PPS: Life keeps on playing with us. People come and people leave. Only thing that remains is their memories and hence this post...


Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Memories of My Melancholy Whores - Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Book: Memories of My Melancholy Whores
Author: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Rating: 4/5

Pages: 115
ISBN-10: 0307278492
ISBN-13: 978-0307278492

Just to give a heads-up, to understand this book, you need to enter the mind-frame of an old man, ninety year old fellow. The guy has lived his life as a second-grade reporter who has never married and has never fell in love. Only thing on the name of love life and relationships he had was the time he has spent with whores whom he has always paid. Yes, by paid, he has ensured the women he spent time with is never left unpaid.

His philosophy "Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love."
The book starts at a pretty weird point where on the eve of his 90th birthday, the old man decides to make love with a virgin. Yes, it does sounds pretty weird. Well, he finally manages to gift himself with a 14-year old virgin. A girl, may possibly a whore in future, just sleeps with him on every night they have spent together. However, this is the first time he falls in love with someone.

Anyway, the story just continues and a simple but very different love story of a 90 year old guy continues. The struggles and thoughts have been put down in a very beautiful manner. How this second-grade reporter writes about his thoughts on love in his weekly columns and with them how he achieves a small bit of fame and respect he has never received before, something what he has been (indirectly) desiring all his life. The book ends when our old man reaches the age of ninety-one and is finally pretty satisfied with his life.

Well, many readers might not like the book, for obvious reasons. As I've already mentioned, that for understanding the book, a reader needs to enter the mind-frame of a ninety year old with conditions as mentioned in the first paragraph.

PS: Believe me, the book is literally one of it's kind. Really different in it's own way also written in a unique way. That's the reason I'm giving it 4 star.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Types of Sapiens on Mother's and Father's Day...!!!

Coming straight to the point. There are 3 type of such sapiens:

1) Who won't ask about their parents all year, except just post a sentimental type post on social media tagging their mother or father.

2) Another one is people who care won't post anything, as they're either not comfortable sharing anything on social media or they think it's stupid to share anything on social media just on one day or they don't know any such day exists. Considering 21st century and technological advancements in it, I'd say they know such days exist but are bad at expressing.

3) This category is the one, it doesn't matter whether they post anything anywhere or not, for whom the day, like father's or mother's day, is celebrated. They are the one who generally end up longing for their kids reactions or to be precise sometimes end up longing for their kids to talk to them.

PS: I personally feel there is a rule in China which needs to be implemented in India and many countries. The rule is "Adult needs to visit their parents on a regular basis, especially to take care of their basic personal and financial needs." There have been many such incidents where parents who get abandoned by their kids at old age.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Creativity needs time. Nurture it, Don't murder it - Part 2

Few days back I wrote a blog-post about Indian system of educating and where, when and how the creativity of a kid dies. For those who missed it, here is the link: Creativity needs time. Nurture it, Don't murder it...!!!

Today actually for the second time I came across a video about the education system of Finland and why it is best in the world.

I was so much tempted to share it here, one for the personal record so that I don't miss it in future (when needed) and second to motivate few more for the brain drain :)

Yes, I know now many of you will start arguing and telling me that I'm anti-national, so be it. I'm just quoting the truth and I don't care what you guys think.

As I said in my last post, let the kid decide what he/she wants to do and not the parents. As parents and teachers, we have to just expose them to all the available options since day-1 of their education. By God's grace, they have a sufficient brain of theirs. Only thing they don't have is exposure to what all is there in the world. However, instead of giving exposure what we give them is a fixed direction and make them walk on it. By the time they realize what they have been made to do it becomes too late.

Anyway, coming back to Finland's education system. They allow kids to explore everything on themselves since day-1 and that's why they have proved themselves to be the best in the world. No homework to kids, might feel objectionable to many. Then again, least number of school days and school hours. Again objectionable, right? Forget everything, most of the time kids just play at school with the facilities provided in the campus. Yes, just play, but they are being exposed to every single thing and they end up figuring out right stuff for themselves, smart, isn't it? I know many Indian Parents who, if reading this post, will either start cursing me or at least would stop reading this thinking that I've gone mad. For those parents I've nothing to say. I've already said enough. I'd only like to ask them to think about it again, that's it.

Friday, April 29, 2016


Sometimes the mind is so much confused that you sit for hours just looking at the ceiling fan, or holding a pen-diary or maybe a laptop in front of you just scrolling through random websites without reading or noticing anything, but you don't scribble anything, not a single word. 

PS:A state of mind in which a everyone often goes.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Prison of Illusion...!!!

Yin and yang with all the ifs,
Her heart was still soft inside, yet so stiff.

In the system she is happy to be,
Or just seems to be?

Restrictions by the society,
Suppressed her skills of great variety.

Forced to be covered in many veils,
It looked like she was in a life-long trial.

All her youth, they trained her to work like slave,
All her life serving others and making them happy she goes to grave.

Thanks to this, society was dying,
But this couldn't make her stop from her will of flying.

No-one was helpful, when she tried to step out,
Instead, they tried holding her in their clouts.

Resistance couldn't hold her, success came to her,
As with every action of hers the world got stirred.

She proved that she was gallant,
Proved she is superior to man, she was a soldier so valiant.

The same who used to presume she was designed only to be a housekeeper,
Nothing worked for them as she acheived success proving others' thoughts just creepier.

Coming out of prison of illusion,

She proved that what stops us is nothing but a prison of delusion.

For those assuming it's a man's world,
Remember it would be nothing without a woman or a girl.

PS: Sketched this long time back and then wrote this. Somehow forgot to post it. Here it is. Title of the poem was as suggested by one of my friends, Lucifer.


The Identity - Dreamystified

So many veils not to reveal what resides within me,
Among all the chaos of conflicting thoughts I see.
Narrowing my vision to gain clarity,
To know what's right and meant to be.
You took my hand to bring me back to reality,

Only to see all is hidden from visibility.
Time favors to pose a self that's not real me.
All innocence shall now go for a toss,
Greed is the need, ignorance is beauty,
Confining to world's barrier is the safety.
Close all doors, not let a thought to show my identity.
Is this the world that's synonymous to harmony?
Oh soul, what's surviving is the heartless me.

PS: This is the first guest post by a very good friend of mine who goes by the pen name: Dreamystified. After a lot of convincing she finally agreed to send me few of her writings. Here is one of them from her based on one of my sketches.


Monday, March 7, 2016

Creativity needs time. Nurture it, Don't murder it...!!!

The day a parent stops a kid from doing something which he/she is good by giving a reason that "There is no future in it, it's a time waste", the same day the creativity within a child has been murdered brutally.

Go to a kid of 1st or 2nd grade and ask them to paint anything, they will start doing it without thinking of outcome. Now go to 12th grade and ask them to do the same, majority will say they don't know. They both might not be good, but the 1st graders are at least not afraid of doing it. By the time they reach 12th grade, they have been judged so many times that even if they're good at something they'll give up on that believing that they are not good at it. Culprit is society or people around us. Victim is the person who is made to believe that he/she is not good at doing it.

This is just one example that popped up my mind after watching the video and a millions of other examples can be quoted.

The society we live in has forced us, at least majority of our current generation, to think in terms of what the society will say if they go wrong. We have been afraid of presenting ourselves as a failure to the society and end up sacrificing our dreams and desires. We are totally kept away from the fact big success is always followed after few failures. Only thing we're told is that even if you're not happy, then also build something good to present and show-off in the society. The consequences are: 1) Compromising our happiness for doing something which can keep our reputation high in our social circle; 2) Joining a job and getting a salary for which we don't at all fancy, but we do it just because our parents/relatives can boast the same among their circle(the circle in which we don't know a single creature).

Why do we end up sacrificing our passion, killing our dreams and murdering our talents for some people in our parent's social circle whom we don't know? I think all of us know the answers. I don't need to say it out loud.

Initially, youngsters don't think about it at all and join a job which is paying them some money according to the career and education their parents have provided them without their consent. Yes, the education choice in India is forced on the kids by their parents. It is hardly seen that a kid chooses his own choice of stream for studies because of the pressure from his/her family. Mostly for Indians, it is "Engineering" or "IAS". Initial days for most of them are like a dream come true with a few hours of work in the office, free from studies and exams, no more classes to attend to, every month at the end a salary will come which they'll use in partying for next whole month and most important one, no parent checking for their expenditure because they don't have to ask for money from home. This enjoyment phase goes on for few months or a year, then they get split into 2 categories:

1) The thinkers, one who starts wondering about their life;
2) The family guys, one who get married early.

Lets go category wise:

Category 1, the thinkers: These guys start wondering about life but couldn't figure out anything in the initial days. They won't be able to focus in office. They start feeling weird staying both at home and office. At the end they start trying out various things and in the end some end up doing higher studies, some choose totally different career(not sure if satisfied) and finally everyone is forced to fall in the second category by their parents.That's India, isn't it? ;)

Category 2, the family guys: Immediately after they start earning, these guys  are made to get married by their families. So they don't get time to think. End of discussion.

Comparison: The end result might be same for both of them in an Indian society but the thinkers seems better off. They at least, if lucky, get a chance to explore their careers and try something new and different. They at least try to see themselves somewhere before getting under the burden of responsibility of handling a family. Honestly, as far as I know, very few of the lucky ones, after getting involved in the family at the early age have been able to pursue their hobbies.

Again, as I have done earlier, I'm saying it again and appealing it to the parents of Indian society "I totally understand that there is a pressure on the kid of earning and supporting the family and I also totally understand why you force them into a career like engineering even if they don't want any such thing, but at least do your kid a favor by not stopping him from pursuing his hobbies in the past time. In due time those hobbies will be really helpful in figuring out things. Who knows that he might end up pursuing his career in the field he likes and also be happy at the same time rather than be unhappy and pursue something forcefully just because he has been forced to do so by his parents? I'm sure you'd like your child to be happy, won't you? So please, nurture the creativity, don't murder it."

PS: I recently started working on my hobby of sketching. Believe me that it is real fun to see the end result. I know it is not perfect but it is more satisfying when I go to bed than the job I've been doing to earn money. Honestly I never felt excited about the salary, I've always been seeking for satisfaction which I think I'm getting now.

PPS: Why am I writing this post is because few of my friends asked me how come out of nowhere I started doing these things. I had to explain them that in my free time I used to do them without anyone's information and why I'm improving in these is because I've not let these passions in me get murdered just because someone wanted and made me do something else.

Monday, February 29, 2016

The Sound of Silence...!!!

Nothing feels right,
To me, apart from myself, everyone around looks light.

Life feels weird,
Everyone around makes me feel smeared.

I try to work out the things,
Tried for satisfaction, but for it, as of now not a single bell rings.

I've lost all focus, be it work or be it studies,
Where is my future heading that's what one of my ultimate worries.

Is this life playing tricks?
Is this the reason I feel like asking "Why do I even exists?"

Looking for help, I use distractions like sketching, cartoons, books and poetry,
But these are short lived 'coz when they are over I realize I'm again surrounded by misery.

The person I wanna be with won't talk,
Forget about having a blissful evening walk.

It really feels disheartening, when your only mistake is by making a strong friendship built,
The person you called friend gives you a feeling of guilt.

The sound of silence is something that really haunts me,
But again its silence that I look for solace and moments of glee.

Nothing really works, not even crying,
It feels like my head is in a pan put for frying.

Opening my heart and talking for hours,
Soothes me but just for another hour.

I wake up early 'coz my nights are getting shorter,
The things which used to help me, are no more cozy and warmer.

To me, it feels like a void has been created,
I seriously wish "Can I have a wormhole created?"

Certainly not this universe,
But for me, will the parallel one be more diverse?

Go to a alternate reality, that's what I wanna try,
Hoping that after leaving this universe, the new one also won't make me cry.

It might not end up troubling me,
I just hope the alternate reality won't give a feeling of despicable me.


PS: Another post on my quarter-life crisis :)

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

His Futile Anxiety...!!!

Like a caterpillar covered in a chorial shell,
Letting it grow day by day.
He held her tight as in a protective dwell,
Carelessly, she slept in his arms in a world so grey.

Although known and aware
Of her tryst with the world so sly,
He is yet so timid to share,
His girl, 'coz what if all goes wry?

"Am I being overprotective?", he thought.
Smiling at his futile anxiety,
He replied to himself, "Hasn't everyone of us fought,
When life bestowed upon us with situations of such variety?"

For his child, these thoughts, he is unable to let go.
Caring, protective and defensive, isn't that's how a father's mind row?


PS: The above composition is inspired from the sketch which I made few days back.
Also the composition is an attempt on Shakespearean Sonnet rhyming scheme(ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GG).

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Light in their own Shadows...!!!

Pic Source:

I was fluttering alone
Running after flickers of light in the dark meadows.
You came as an Angel
Made me realize, we fireflies have light in their own shadows.

Saturday, January 23, 2016


> Sometimes there are few lyrics with which you can so easily relate to.
> Sometimes a song is sung so beautifully that you don't want it to end.
> Sometimes a music is so beautifully composed that it keeps on playing in your mind day and night even when it's not playing anywhere around.

Well, this satisfies all the 3 conditions.


The cover of  Heartbeats - The Knife by Daniela Andrade and Dabin. One of my personal favorites.

The Knife - Heartbeats (Cover) by Daniela Andrade x Dabin


One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, oh

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me

And you
You knew the hand of the devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves' teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me 


PS: Usually very few songs get stuck on my mind, somehow this is one of them. I've been playing it in loop since more than 2 days now. The music, the voice and the lyrics are just simply too much catchy for me.

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