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...

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 ...

“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...

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...

A CBSE student scoring north of 99% reminded me of a couple of friends of mine. One boy and one girl. I know them for past several years. Both are immensely talented, creative and hard-working ones. Both are one of the most intelligent people I have ever met in my life. Both went to the same college, shared the same stream and also shared a class for a couple of years. But, their decision-making skills are not similar. Not at all. The girl, who had also scored north of 99 in her 10th standard, is a keen yet populist decision maker. If you go by the public opinion, then she has hardly made a wrong decision in her life. The boy, on the other hand, is more of an outlaw. He prefers to consult his conscience while taking his decisions and is known for taking anti-populist decisions in his life. If you go by the public opinion, then he has taken several wrong decisions in his life. Though I don't have any right to, I'll still compare both of them (coz, you know...