Mincing Words - Not !!

Hello everyone! The stimulus to write this particular piece came to me from a situation in which my wild style had landed me. Here I talk about a particular point which comes in everyone's life. A STAGE SET TO FAIL  Yes, a stage set to fail. When we wake up in the morning we never think of the surprises which are about to come our way in the course of the next twenty-four hours. Mostly, we never anticipate events of the day i.e. how will they unfold? What new changes will they bring in our life? What will be the consequences of those particular events in our future life? We always feel comfortable in assuming that everything will be fine and if a problem comes it will be tackled to the best of our abilities. This is how we live our lives with our eyes and minds closed. Still, there are times when our work, our ego, our ethics are challenged. There are times when for no fault of our we are trapped in a situation which builds up a stage on which we are ...

Recently I experienced a loss of someone very close to me. Although it made me extremely sad but also made me think about things. Things like what is life? What are we doing every day i.e. while we are at work or just sitting around and chatting with a friend or are watching a movie in a theatre/home or just hitting the pub at odd timings and coming back late on a Saturday Night? Yeah, I know there are many other things which we do apart from the things which I have mentioned but I thought I would list the most common and generic ways of passing time in everyday life.                                                                             Coming back to the point from where it all started. By 'it' I mean my thinking process of thinking things i.e. looking at grey areas of life. It...

Have you ever seen a toothless human sitting in the shades of some temporary roof in summers just beside the footpath which leads to your office? Have you ever observed those people who have been so oppressed in their life that they obey any instruction given to them in stern voice by anyone? Have you ever met those people who are too poor to have proper meals but would serve you food of your choice if you visit their house as a guest? I have. I write and dedicate this write-up to all those I mentioned above and also to the ones which I meet in my day to day life.                                                                      The purpose of it is not to discuss the problems in the system which has lead to this. It is not even to blame the system. I write today because I have been inspired and motivated...

In this particular write up, I would like to go random. Normally, when I write something I have a rough draft. I organise the write-up and correct it. Then publish. This time I have chosen a topic which actually makes me nervous when I write about it. It not only makes me worried that how people will perceive me (or any other human whom they can relate this write-up to) but also makes me a little apprehensive as the Devil I talk about today is in me. It grows stronger and stronger when I talk about it. It becomes more and more satisfied as I feed its ego when I write about it. Still, the need to write is more than putting that Devil to bed and not talk about it. I say that because it resides in each and every one of us. Some of us see it and let it lead us in life. Some of us despite having it make sure that it is suppressed all the time, then there are those who know how to use it at the right time and the right moment.                  ...

Walking down the path towards my canteen in the research centre, cursing my teachers as well as my seniors for doing something wrong (or maybe right) with me. Thinking about how I had to regain my health and to be fit again. Preoccupied with many thoughts. Many scenarios for evening duty playing in my mind. Many facets of it which made me think constantly that how I had reached where I was. Thinking deeply about some of them and superficially about others (making a mental note to deal with them later). Thinking about how my life would have been different if I was born in a different country or with different ambitions I was stopped by That Old Lady.                                                                                               ...

Being born in the 20th century and living the 21st I consider myself as someone who is lucky. Having seen the time when we used to walk everywhere to the time when I fly back and forth to my hometown from my place of work easily (2400 km), I can say I have experienced the wave of change around me in a very close fashion. Waiting for long-distance calls to get connected to having an electronic device in my hand in which I basically live my life I can say that I am Lucky . Now the question which arises in your mind is - " Why the hell am I telling you about I or you being lucky?".                                                                                              My friend, with these examples I just want to touch some points which I might hav...