My world My life

It's been ages that i wrote something (except the last post which was for my dad on the occasion of his retirement, hence am not counting it as a real post). Sometimes, i wonder, why do i write rarely? Obviously don't have an answer to this. When someone else asks the same, i just make an excuse of writer's block or scarcity of time, or office work and other priorities. As always, my angel asked the same question, that made me come back here and pen down. I don't know why she asked, nor did i answer her question. Guess she already had an answer to this. As per her, i am transitioning into a black-box, or sand-box, where things/thoughts enter, but nothing comes out. Which is true to an extent. So what am doing these days? Am reading (have taken a challenge of reading at least 35 books this calendar year, however, could finish only14 until now) dedicating 120 minutes every week to learning (not the on the job thing) sleeping for 7-8 hours of the day/night - her...

Mere papa, jinhe duniya mei log bahut se naamo se jaante hai koi pyaar se Rammu kehta hai to koi Atal ji to koi Gupta ji hamare liye woh sirf papa heen nahi, ek prerna hai, himmat hai, aur garv hai aaiye  aap sabka unse parichay karaate hai bachpan mei ek shikayat thi papa kabhi hamare kaam nahi karte, hamesha bolte jao aur khud karo tab bada bura lagta tha, kyunki baaki sabke papa b olte the, beta hum kar dete hai bahut baad mei samajh aaya woh hume zindagi ko khud se jeena seekha rahe the papa, jinhone kabhi hamare liye koi faisla nahi liya, hamesha ek heen baat boli, jo bhi karo sahi ya galat hamesha hume bata k karna, aur tum hamesha hame apne saath paoge mere papa, jinhe bina hame sulaye, bina amma ko sulaye neend nahi aati thi jo hame kabhi raat bhar kisi dost ke ghar nahi jaane dete the tab lagta tha ki kitne kathor  hai woh aaj samajh aaya ki woh hame rishte nibhaana seekha rahe the mere papa, jo shayad kabhi kisi ke yaha bina bulaye nahi gaye par jab...

One of the most irritating things I have felt is when you are driving on an empty road, and suddenly you need to apply brakes and stop for a while. That's the moment we desperately want to get over! These days, we are at a similar place, everyone had their life going on its pace, and suddenly an invisible thing has brought the entire world to a standstill. Not just it has stopped the world, it has also inspired we humans to become humans again, feel human again, and nature has shown us our place. We always thought we are the best and the most advanced species in this world, and today, the tiniest of the creature has confined the entire humanity across the world. Till a few months back, we were busy planning our trips, and today all we do is plan our meals in the coming week or for some plan for the next meal. This tiniest of life has made us nothing in front of it. Today, we are like caged, and nature and animals are for sure laughing at us, for showing us our place. The speed...

Woooaahh! This year, came on a girls trip (instead of a solo) and somewhere wanted it to get converted into a solo one! Thanks to people with me, it got converted into one. Got ample "me time" i was craving for, with the breeze on the sea side. Nothing beats that! It helps me get my thoughts through (at least it works for me). All i can say is, i got my poison, here in Thailand! No doubts, this is "The land of wonders".

What to do when all you need is an escape from the world? I mean the "world" and not just the people around you or the workplace! While seated in the room, with a french window spanning over the beautiful view of CST, in the dim light of those yellow fairy lights, with Coke studio playing in the background, eating french fries and drinking Coke, i still wonder what could be a better hideout? Somehow i was successful in minimizing the human interactions to phone (family calls, you know), and a couple of interactions with the food delivery guy, wondering was it enough? With an overexciting year coming to end, a year filled with all sorts of possible social events, and outings, am, still looking for that one weekend where I could be with only myself! Last week, around Christmas, met a friend, who suggested to take a week off, while i was cribbing about "I need a shut down". For a moment, i thought she just spoke my mind, when she explained, a week off from everyon...

It seems like ages that I wrote something, except for business emails or official documents. Ahh, was it really the busyness or was I trying to escape from writing something, since now a lot of people have access to this place? As usual, I don't have an answer to these questions. It's that time of year, for which I used to wish that the calendar skips a couple of days, alas that doesn't happen. I always wondered why am I the way I am. When people count days to their birthday, I just wish the calendar to skip this one day, or just want the day to pass by as normal as it can. And in order to avoid anything and everything, had started taking trips around my birthday. And as always, have so many sweet people and friends around me, who want to make it a special for me. People whom it's difficult to say no to, not because they are like that, but, yeah the yes will bring that smile on their faces.  I could never figure out the reason behind these things. Or is that thi...

On a summer afternoon, I was deep asleep and suddenly my phone rang. I received the call, but couldn't hear a single word. For a few seconds, I thought it was a dream. Later on, realized it was a real call. Called back only to hear that chirpy voice, that makes everything straight in my life! (okay before you start wondering whose voice is this, it was my Angel!). So it was a call from my Angel. It was one of those days when we had a meaningful conversation. A day, when we had our normal chat, as deep as our relationship. I love speaking with her, as every time we talk, it strikes a chord with my heart, and triggers some thinking. I don't know how, but she knows how to touch that thought which I have been keeping aside from acknowledging (and I do not tell her this during the discussion). She gets to know this either by a text or an email or a post here. Old habits seldom die! Surprisingly, she always knows what's bothering me, and what's in my heart, despite not...