CYNOSURE IS MUSED

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, t his 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

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.) 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 real

***Sigh*** 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

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...  

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

  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

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