Accidental Writers.

Its 3am in the night. I returned home at around 12 from work The day's going to be an early one tomorrow (oh, it's today already) as well. The logical step for me is to sleep right now. Like 'get-as-much-rest' as you can type? So that 'you-will-be-fresh-for-the-work' type? Oh, but this confession can't wait. Not anymore. It's already been quite late. Yup, after such a long time, I have a confession to make I am a self-obsessed, materialistic person, who is more curious about his facebook notifications and Instagram likes than anything else. A typical bachelor, living in some good part of a metro, working in some good consulting firm (and thinking that his friends still work at a better place), who is tired of eating the 'not-so-good' food made by his maid, and doesn't care if he spends a significant portion of salary on Swiggys and Zomato's of the world. An emotional moron, who still cries over the broken relationships, dru...

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...

Date:  20-07-2015 This is again an old post. But I hope you will like it. I was lucky to get a PMT going to Upper. I was damn lucky. A day is never a problem at Visteon. I usually enter the office at 9, start working on my Megatron (my Ubuntu 14.04 virtual machine), and then spend my entire day in playing with some of the new frameworks, developing test cases, attending planning meeting and discussing interesting things with Saurabh sir (read as, “Having some fun”). But at the time of leaving, generally 7 pm, I start worrying about my tiring journey to home and pray to get an Upper bus. Well, Upper is a place where I stay (actually, near it) it is around 20-25 km’s away from Vallabhnagar, the place where I am doing my internship. And my only way to commute is by PMT, the most unpredictable city bus service. If I don’t get a bus to Upper, then I have to change at least 3 PMT’s to reach to my place. And then I have to walk for 10-15 minutes more. So as I said, I was luc...

I came across the above question on Quora, and couldn't stop myself from answering it. I am reproducing that answer here: I would miss a simple thing which I always ignored,  the life. My little, precious life. Its been 22 years now, and I have done so many things with it. I played with it, twisted it, looked at it with stern eyes like it's my biggest nemesis, cursed it for being so tough on me, cried on it, tossed and turned it like a piece of paper, tried to burn it with my very own hands and almost gave it up by having a brief affair with its counterpart, the death. Just one thing is remaining, I didn't ' live'  it properly (and I bet, you also didn't). I failed to do so. In the darkness of big problems, I couldn't see emeralds and rubies of small joys. In the cries of pain and sorrow, I couldn't see smiles of happiness. I always missed small moments while running behind those big dreams. Yes, I failed to live my life like I should have. ...

I feel that I have wasted my life. Yes, I do. I couldn't get appear for IIT-JEE. I couldn't score well in MHT-CET. I couldn't get any top engineering college. And I didn't do any wonders in engineering as well (man, if only I could go back). I let go of several opportunities. I couldn't get any patent for several good projects. I couldn't convert great internship into a PPO. I couldn't start my own company (and I tried a lot for this, but failed every time). Couldn't even lose my weight (and that is so embarrassing). And this is not all. I failed to convert interviews of some of the really great companies. I failed to crack CAT 2015. Couldn't convert IIM A in 2016. And the list goes on and on and on...... I have a thousand failures and a million regrets. But, who hasn't? Thanks to those several B-school interviews, I got an opportunity to interact with the some of the brilliant students of this country. And got to know their stories. A...