Accidental Writers.

“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...

Dear young chubby kid, “It’s not your fault.” Yes, my dear friend, it’s not your fault. I know you failed to appear for IIT-JEE and couldn’t convert your dream colleges, but don’t worry. It’s not your fault, cause you did a great job after that terrible road accident, which had wasted more than half of your preparation time and nearly left you brain-dead. Stop cursing yourself and crying endlessly. You don’t know it now, but things are going to be completely all right. I know you are too obese. You are trying your best to lose your weight but aren’t observing any results. Stop hating yourself. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault, coz you are suffering from Thyroid (which you’ll come to know after a long period of time). Don't worry about your specs too. They are not going to obstruct your vision, they'll enhance it. You don’t know it now, but things are going to be completely all right. I know you think that you have a huge crush on that girl and she is giving you a hard ...

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...

It's a bit late to post this. This should have been the first post of this blog. Perhaps, the zeroth (being an Electronics engineer, I start everything from zero ;). Nevertheless, I am posting it today, just to make sure that I give 'that day' it actually deserves. 2015-07-19: The day of breaking traditions                           Generally, people start writing a diary from the first day of a year. I certainly don’t have a very good memory, but as per I remember, a year does not start from 19 th of July. It starts from 1 st of Jan. And today is not 1 st of Jan. But still, I am starting my diary from today. Strange, right? Maybe I shouldn’t start from today. Maybe today is not the right day. People don't start writing a diary from 19 th of July. 19 th of July is certainly for starting something like this. Something so important. But, is it impo...

Twisted time has brought me near another twist, where I feel that sand is slipping through my hands, and now I should write my will, and inherit you my belongings. Don't have much in store, but few memories sweet and sour, they are to be passed on, to be kept alive, so I pass them to you. I inherit you some questions raised, and few dreams chased, till the midway point, but then left alone as my feet started to bleed. I leave you some ignored choices and vague voices, failed to make an impact, failed to keep the pact, with the destiny, and the faded fortune. I also inherit you some broken promises, which I couldn't keep, cause I had to survive the crashing calamity, but the calculations I made, couldn't add happiness to my kitty. So, I, the mighty mind, inherit all these things to you, my counterpart, the small, fragile heart, as mind can't solve a few problems, and a heart is the only solution. You don't have any intelligence, and you use the weirdest of lo...