Accidental Writers.

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...

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...

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...

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...

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. ...