Life in passing

Life has it twist and turns, we are always are on a winding road, no destination just the journey and then the end one day. But on the way we gather some memories good and bad, people good and bad, experiences good and bad. But one day when we look back we either say my life has been good or bad. And that conclusion is not dependent on the count of good memories, people or experiences exceeding the bad ones but depends entirely on which one we choose to remember and cherish. And which one we choose to remember depends on our attitude and outlook to life in general.  Positivity grows by believing that everything is going to be alright no matter what. The bad times won't last forever and the good ones will come soon but if we continue to think in the same direction and also add that eventually the good times would last too and the bad ones would be back again; well then, you have grown too wise for your own good. And that means you need some foolishness and sillin...

Disclaimer: This post has got nothing to do with Che Guevara or Marxism. It's about being a biker in India, and let me tell you, you don't feel the wind in your hair you feel the dust in face and smoke in your lungs. But again this post is not about pollution either. It's just the memoir of someone who drives a two wheeler to reach to office. Anybody who has ever ridden a bike in India would be able to relate with my post and anybody who is a keen observer on the road will understand how we roll on the manic roads of India. So after somehow making myself agree to go to work, I take my bike and start my hike. It's a treacherous journey of 16 km or 35 mins. Driving in India involves a lot of maneuvering; it’s like a hurdle race. And every day we bikers come to the road to achieve the longest distances in the shortest time. To describe the Indian road scene in the morning, let me take an analogy of big jar with lots of big and small stones in it and then if you fill ...

I want to be lazy, so lazy that laziness will shy away from. Why do I need to get up early every day, drag myself to work and do things I half believe in. I want to be lazy, crazy lazy just for a few days, be a total and a hopeless bum. But to afford to do that I need to be rich so please GOD please send a 20 million dollars (that enough for needs of a luxurious life I think :D) post tax in my account so I can be lazy peacefully. But the irony is, if I get that much money then I won't want to be lazy simply 'coz I can afford to be lazy. So Lord my God, you don't want me to be lazy so please give me 20 million dollars  post tax ;)

When a loved one has to go away for good, you feel like a child lost and lonely in the world. Aims and goals get erased from your mind. The brain is spiraling between working out how and when you get to be with the one you love, can the good times together be relived. Everything is lackluster, everything feels empty and nothing is good enough because all you want is the old times to come back again. I guess I don’t deal with changes too well but then losing the people you love and who love you back equally is tough. But what’s striking and alarming for me is the complete lack of will to achieve anything. It’s like all the goals and ambitions got wiped out. I get this sinking feeling and the pain of loss and the combination becomes a little more overwhelming than I can manage. I am living through this state and I feel like I have lost everything that is precious to me. The world is gloomy outside and inside right now.