This has to be the longest duration of time I have been absent from the blog. It is not that I didn’t want to write, but when do we ever get what we want? I just couldn’t or perhaps I should write, I just didn’t. When the number of people around you grows, you start thinking about them rather than thinking about yourself. Parties, night outs, traveling, discussions, misunderstandings and judgments take the front seat and send personal growth, reading, writing, responding to the rear. Shall not happen again. This is no excuse for not being able to write one post every other day. How do I plan to get better if I do not do what I am bad at. Practice maketh the man perfect but it is the manners that maketh the man in the first place. If I do not mannerize myself to write, when would I write bad and if I do not write bad, when would I get better and finally, if I do not get better, who will read me? Continue reading
Marriages are tough to manage and if it is an Indian marriage, God be with you. Aniket was looking for his one chance since morning to kiss Kaajal whereas she had kept herself busy with something or the other, and necessarily so. Managing the wedding of your younger sister is no small task. Each and every relative has to be given the highest level of importance or else the taunts shall be made at the poor wedding planning for at least a decade. In some cases, those were the kids of the couple getting married who grew up enough to tell the grown-ups to stop acting childish. Kaajal didn’t want to be blamed for anything. She was making sure every guest was well fed because, logically, that is what Indian weddings are all about. Continue reading
I woke up at 5:15 pm, began writing this post at 5:40 pm. I thought very seriously for twenty five minutes whether or not to write this post? Will it make any sense to the reader? Will it successfully carry the message that I want to share or not? I was confused in all this and popping in pop-corns into my mouth one after the other, I eat more when I am depressed, I realized that I need to write this post because this is my portal. Before I think about my gracious readers, I have to think about what inspires me to write so off beat articles which have always brought me more nuisance from my readers than the calmness I was expecting when I started this portal.
It has been a boring day so far. I woke up at 10, had a chat till mid-noon, went into a depressing mood because of my ever present loneliness, had a chat again till 3 which ended abruptly. I was confused between cleaning the apartment or going for a movie and I slept as a result of the indecisive irritation. It was then, when the weirdness took over me. I saw a dream. Continue reading
I cannot deal with absence. No one can. Anyone who admits that he can deal with absence is a liar and anyone who has to lie, can do so only in the absence of truth. Both truth and lie cannot co-exist. Darkness prevails in the absence of light and vice-versa. Hate exists in the absence of love, silence exists in the absence of sound, no exists in the absence of yes, life exists in the absence of death. Presence and absence make a wonderful couple, like the ‘made for each other’ ones. For someone to be present, someone else has to be absent. That is what I call the law of presence, or should I call it the law of absence? Continue reading