Accidental Writers.

A night is the best to have some deep and meaningful conversations. A night gives you a serene and calm environment to explore the ocean of another person's mind without being disturbed by anyone and anything. All you can do is dive in that ocean and reach it's depth (and oxygen is not a necessity here).  I explored an ocean last night. Sitting on a chair in my hostel room, while looking at a friend and still not looking at her, all I was trying to do is to comprehend what she was speaking. Subject to my limited thinking capacity, I couldn't understand that deep conversation, though I tried my best to collect as many pearls as I could. "I had also thought that I will start my company, but I couldn't. Maybe I didn't have enough guts, or maybe I got a bit scared. But now, after working for in a corporate world and joining this institute, it seems like I have somehow lost my will to do it. Somehow, I have lost the appetite to do that." I don't

If there was one film that changed the face of Indian cinema and is still the reason why there’s reverence for our film industry, it’s Pyaasa. Along with Kagaz Ke Phool, Pyaasa ranks amongst the greatest films ever made anywhere in the world. Just to put things into perspective and give an inkling of what it means, understand that since the start of cinema more than 150 years ago, millions of features have been made and these two gems are at 160th rank. Pyaasa, also one of the most romantic film ever made in the history of films is as relevant today as it was when made 70 years ago. Anybody who has followed films in India would know that there has not been a greater genius than Guru Dutt, a life more tragic than his and a legacy as eternal as his. His life in itself is a homage to cinema by providing the greatest joys and sorrows that any great story is expected to have. Vijay, played with suave and great self-belief by Guru Dutt (original choice was Dilip Kumar b

“You look sad.” Wise Me said. “What are you even talking about. I'm fine.” I said. “You know, being fine is probably the worst you can be.”  I hated Wise Me. Why does he have to make sense all the time ? “Who’s happy these days, anyway ?” I retorted. “A lot of people who want to be. And is it a good argument that you're giving for not being happy ?” Wise me. Arrggggghhh…. How he got on my nerves !  “Okay. I am not happy. Are you happy now ?” “Why would I be happy about that. Remember you and me, we’re not different.” “Then how come you're always at peace with things and indifferent to troubles ?” “I am not indifferent or cold. I am a part of you. You should know how I work.” Wise me said.  It felt as if he was being mean to me but I, for once, asked calmly “It’s not that simple and you know that.” “Achcha tell me, do you think you're a good person ?” I didn’t have an answer for that. May be I’ve never thought abo

Okay, I get it. The title makes you nauseous. Have some patience and it’d make some sense. I’m sure something relatable could be found in this small effort of mine. So hua kuch yun tha…… I was beginning with my half-MBA (another story :p) and we were supposed to give a presentation on some topic in Marketing. It was all new and chaotic. We were being taught how corporates work( they failed I must say ) and for that purpose, we were working alone, in groups of 3 and 5 and doing yoga and what not. Anyway, the professor, the great professor who had already gained the notoriety of making you question your very useless existence was waiting for us to begin. The class was full. Eagerly waiting for the massacre to commence. For some reason, I was the one who was supposed to take the first bullet. I still do not remember why did I agree to do it. But nevertheless, I was ready to begin.  There was a pin drop silence. Everybody was waiting to for us

I am always known for less work and big talks. And today I am going to do that only. Today, I found something in my heart. I found a torch. A torch lit up by sparks generated because of the friction between my mind and heart, and as finally, my heart emerged victoriously, the torch was handed to it. And as I stepped out of darkness, and glanced at the horizon, I found someone waiting there for me. From a distance so far, I couldn’t clearly reckon that figure. But I was so curious that I couldn’t hold myself back. I started walking towards it. But after a short while, I found that there is a direct path leading to the horizon. All I could see were paths filled with obstacles and stymies. Thrones and fires. Mountains and precipices. All I could see was darkness. Afraid to step into the darkness again, I decided to stand and only gaze at that figure. I decided to give up. But then suddenly that figure disappeared from the horizon and appeared in front of me. It was wearing a s

About a couple of years ago, I had started writing a novel. I couldn't move beyond a couple of chapters, as I was pursuing an internship that was really a hectic one and then some other things consumed me. Today, I am presenting you with something, that could have been a prologue to that book, or as we electronics engineers prefer to call it, the chapter zero. But this is not just a blog post, it's more of a question: How good/bad I am at writing? And I am seeking an answer from all of you. So please read it carefully, give your honest feedbacks through your comments and also share it, so that I can get more feedbacks. Without consuming more time, let me present, perhaps, the biggest question of the world: Chapter zero Where am I? A beach? Oh yes, a beach. This beach looks so ravishing in the moonlight. Actually, every beach looks ravishing in such a shining moonlight. Or maybe, this moon couldn’t stop itself from spreading his silver light when he looked in the blue

At the horizon, I see a light, not so bright, but I see a light, through the paradox of burning mind and frozen night, I see a light. In this darkness so dark, I see a ray, a ray of hope, making me believe, somewhere far away from this world, of dancing shadows, and frightening cries, there exists a light. At the thin line, of fantasy and reality, I see a dream,  a new dream, shaking rigid walls of an Orthodox castle, and I hear a voice, a loud voice breaking the spell of silence. And then, I overlook the horizon, to peek into my heart, and I see a face, a familiar face, but with some desire in its eyes, yes, I see a desire, a desire to be the flame, eager to burn, eager to be the sun. Now I realise, the horizon is just a mirror, reflecting my dream, reflecting my heart, in my heart, I find my LIGHT.

Why do we even care? Is it because we want to understand each other or indulge in the futile exercise of ‘talking’ ? Recently, I have started visiting a close friend of mine in Mumbai and we have been discussing everything from the state of relationships to Games of Thrones to why only successful people should dish out wisdom.  And since we were talking, I wondered why were we discussing all that, is it because we wanted to come to a conclusion or augment the conversation. My friend tells me that I am an optimist who believes in the good in people but, more often than not, get disappointed. I have never been more offended. I couldn't have been more surprised for I have always maintained my social awkwardness with utmost sincerity and lived like a pessimist. So, in order to understand why he was being rude to me, we started talking while taking a stroll on Marine Drive at 12:30 AM. It all started with our personal lives. We both are strong headed

Another old post. Another lesson learned :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 4-08-2015 I loved the internship at Visteon. But now it is causing me some pain in the back. Not because I had to sit for 9-10 hours in front of a PC, brainstorm and debug problems. I actually loved that. But because of this internship, I missed two weeks of my college and now I have to complete a lot of work within a couple of days. I have to complete two notebooks (oh yeah, I am that old-school boy who still makes a separate notebook for every subject and completes that notebook if he misses a lecture. And no need to make fun of me, there are a dozen more students like me in my class), have to complete 2 tutorials, one lab and a project as well. And before ramming this keyboard hard, I managed to complete a notebook. From a very messy notebook. I had borrowed ECD’s notebook from a friend of min

Due to some reasons (don't ask me which. Probably, pollution) most of the human population became extinct and most of the infrastructure turned into pieces in 2017. Those who survived (probably in Alaska) took over the world in coming centuries and the cycle of evolution repeated itself. In some of the archaeological surveys, a few comics and merchandise were found and the world thought that the superheroes depicted in those comics are 'The Gods'. Let's see what a sample news report will look like: Date: 10-06-8017 (in today's format actually. In that world, the dates will probably follow BB and AB structure? Confused? Quite simple, Before Batman and After Batman ;) ). News Bulletin: A heated debate between Russia and USA, on the topic of "which was the true universe: MCU or DCEU?", president Pump, a strong supporter of DCEU, has said that he will nuke his opponents. His Russian counterpart, President Tutin has argued that the Russians are t