Accidental Writers.

(Loosely based on a true incident) Let me tell you about a boy. He is an orphan. Nobody is born an orphan. He wasn’t either. But I feel that he should have been. Shocked? Angry? Or feel like “how disgusting this writer is!”? I’d still say the same words. That boy was left by his parents on the doorsteps of an orphanage when he was around 10–11 years old. He was told to live in that orphanage forever and was given a goodbye kiss. 4 eyes must have filled with tears. And 2 innocent ones must be trying to grasp what’s happening. I don’t know if you can classify an 11-year boy as young or old, but I guess, he was just old enough. Too young to be left on his own. But old enough to know that he has been left. Too young to leave his own house forever, but perhaps old enough to know that he won’t see that roof again. Too young to leave those two hands, but perhaps old enough to know that he might not hold them again. One can only imagine the storm that small heart must have gon...

“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...

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...

It all started that one fateful day. Someone said to me “You should travel more often.” I fell into the trap and asked, “Why ?” He said “It helps in ways you cannot imagine.” I replied “Try me.” (That obnoxious me) He said “It gives you perspective about life.” I said “I already have mine, it says you need money.” He said “You idiot, just do as I say for once.” Being a nice guy that I have always been, I said ok. And it was the biggest mistake of my life. It became a habit. An addiction. To travel, to meet people, to soak in the beauty of nature, to feel awed by the stories of people. Unable to control my urges and falling deep into the quest of happy realization, I packed my bag and just left. I left behind all the comforts for those hilly terrains, my laptop and iPad for those scenic views, honking of cars for those silent sounds of streams and people for those human beings. How crazy of me ! I mean who does that? Who leaves behind everything you’ve t...