What the Brain Thinks

A week, a month, a year has come to an end today. A week ends and no one stops to reflect what went past except for the music charts, A month ends and people reflect on the finances of the month. Not all though. A month ends and almost the entire world is reflecting on the days that went by. Following the herd, I tried to reflect on my year. Alas! I don't remember. I don't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, how am I supposed to remember an entire year? Very few, actually close to none, would remember an entire year of events. Few events, major events to be precise, related to me I might recollect. I am bad at keeping the calendar, so I might even confuse years from previous year as well. So what is so great about a beginning of a new year, apart from the parties thrown. Shrug. That's what you would do when encountered with this question. (If not then comment below) While browsing through social media, I saw a post. The post displayed the igno

He woke up on Christmas morning to find that Santa had visited him at night, under the bridge. Source: Google Images They shook hands, exchanged a smile and wished "Merry Christmas", even when they had not spoken for an entire year. Source: Google Images She gave the candy to the boy in rags, she is 7 years old. Source: Google Images He was cheerful when he saw the neighborhood kids rushing in, his own kids had left him here long back. Source: Google Images Everyone had a piece of cake cause God was born on earth, today religion did not matter. Source: Google Images

Hi. How are you? Where are you from? Where do you Work? Oh... And what else going on? Wondering what these questions are? Well, today I am out of topics. So I am trying to make little talks. One sided it is I know and you are lazy to comment but what is bad in having some hopes. Someday, some good soul will reply and make me feel good. Why am I taking efforts to write when I don't have a topic, you might wonder. I just want to make it a habit of writing at least 1 post per week. Anyways the other guy did not post anything this week. I was hoping he would write and since he never posted anything, hence this post. Little talks are great they say, it helps to start a conversation and create friends. I would prefer to disagree. I have little talks with people who I do not know much, but would like to know more. Being an introvert I do not take efforts in initiating a conversation more than this. I always prefer you take the next step. And so I don't ta

A long time ago (age of stone weapons - to know more check previous part ), in some land far far away, Lall troops had evolved to a great extent. They were hunting and cooking, when they found fire and suitable stones. Other times they were traversing different lands. When they did not find any fire, Lall was the most agitated. He was so used to eating cooked food that he detested raw meat. He had a group to try and create fire but all in vain. When they were out of fire they used to move to a new place in search of fire. On one such expedition they came to a strange land. A land filled with many small creatures. This meant a lot more food for the food. But there was a catch (twist in the tale), the stones here were all rounded. Lack of weapons meant a hard time hunting. Lall had no clue what to do. In this time, Seta - the shortest member of the troop - came to the rescue. She was smart. She figured out that rubbing two rounded stones would chip the stones. Lall lear

There is a void, deep down. A void, no mortal soul or an earthly possession could fill. Why do I feel it? Even I'm trying to figure out. Some things are just there, like the Stars in the night sky - such worthless specs in the black, with no significance, except astrology (boring and fake). Void can be filled, they say. And today I'm trying this. Agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho to puri kayanat usey tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jati hai. I don't think SRK would mind if I borrow a line of his. Okay, so where was I?? Uhh... Ya. Today I found this blog. Not visited by many, read by even fewer and liked by probably none or maybe just one person - Royson, the owner of this blog. And on behalf of Royson I post this. It's easy to get into any virtual space. Don't worry Royson, I have not accessed anything else yet, but if you delete this post then mind, YOU! After reading this post you will probably not delete this. It will get you some readers probably, Loser.

Heads turned and eyes rolled as she walked, Till yesterday she was unnoticed, But today she was talked. She didn't have the label, Cause her daily companion, Were sitting on the table. For her the world was still dark, But without the sympathy, She found a new Spark.

The stool stumbled to the floor, as he kicked it from under his feet, The noose closing in around the throat, under the force of gravity, His soul slowly seeping out, from the wriggling body, And later came the calm, with dead meat hanging from the roof, His loved ones drowned in grief for the rest of their lives, And for whom he had gone, lived like nothing happened

Sitting idle, going through some blogs, videos, sites, and I stumbled upon this activity - "Who's Your Jug?" on " BlogAdda ".  Queer name got my attention (Curiosity killed the cat) and I spent near about an hour reading, going through trailers and music videos of " Dear Zindagi " (Satisfaction bought it back). What's the activity about you might wonder?? Well then, let me get you started. “ I  am writing about Jug in my life for the  #DearZindagi  activity at  BlogAdda “. Who's Jug?? (For those who have not seen the trailer yet) Jug is the guy who helps Kaira get over her insecurities about life. The guy who taunts you at your sad jokes. Makes you laugh even when you are going through hard times in life. The one who will cause trouble, but will also get you out of it. To put it in single word, Jug is your Lifeline. Who is my Jug? The moment of truth, people waiting in anxiety, friends hoping their name pops-up. And then I

The Move The Praise The Tantrum The Commotion The Calm or The Storm? Two culturally diverse democracies on opposite ends pondering upon what the result will be. Its like twins were born on that night. One got to this, cause of its elected Prime Ministers move to demonetize. Other, cause of its recently elected President. Only time will tell the tale or will the tale create a new time.

Surya and Zeyn are on the bike. The bike that is moving on the wrong-side of the road. "B#$%@^ Surya, why did you have to give him the bag. Couldn't you keep it with you, f&*$#^. You knew we would be meeting na." And so on, the abuses were flowing out from between Zeyn's lips. While Surya was just trying to navigate through the traffic. ...At the same instance, Royson was on the sky-walk, cleaning up his face with the white handkerchief that he was carrying with him. Hoping, that those two reach the station on time. They could have just told him to keep the bag at the station with someone and gone aaramse , he is thinking. But now its too late too inform them. Even if it wasn't how could he inform them. With the cell phone lacking battery and he doesn't even remember their numbers. ...Meanwhile on platform 2 of Bandra terminus, Aashay is roaming around with the bag. "Bhaiya, could keep this bag with you. It belongs to my friend. He will be h

Release Clutch... Accelerate a little... Break... Every morning and every evening (except for the weekends) this is what most of the people owning a vehicle do. Such a menace this is. But the nightmare for any driver stuck in such a traffic is a vehicle breakdown. Doesn't even matter if its your vehicle or some public transport, the jam grows exponentially. And the noise pollution that it causes - OMG! - just unbearable. As I write this post, I can feel the Peep... Poon.. Honk... in my head, from the traffic that I just came through. A hard day at office is usually the day when I face more traffic. Waiting in the traffic, breathing those fumes and the constant honking can depress any person. When you start your day on such a depressing note, how do you think the rest of your day is going to be. Bad mood is known to be contagious. This frustration/stress that you acquire due to the traffic is reflected in your life and work. And it keeps on spreading like a wil

War is Peace Freedom is Slavery Ignorance is Strength These three lines were, have and probably will be true. For the uninitiated - these lines appear in George Orwell's novel, "1984". Orwell has predicted the future we would be living in and seems to be coming true every passing day. Why do I discuss this today? Well the recent political Indo-Pak tension has got me thinking. I do condemn the recent Uri terror attack and support the army for the surgical strike. But what I do not understand is why is India and Pakistan fighting over Kashmir and Baluchistan. India says, by holding Kashmir and helping Baluchistan get its freedom, it is trying to help the people in those regions. Similar is the stance of Pakistan. But has anyone bothered to ask what the common folk in Kashmir and Baluchistan want. As a human, I say, I know what they really want. And that is to be left alone to live in peace. The people living at the borders are least concerned wheth

It's been 1 month, 8 days and 22 hours since I published my last post. Was I busy? The answer is, Yes. To my friends and colleagues surprise, I had been spending 70% of my time in office, so the 30% of people can enjoy 70% of the profits. (The figures are not based on any survey, just made-up facts) Workaholic. This is what I was trying to be. I always used to criticize workaholic people, telling them to have a life, a life not involving work. But then I figured out that criticizing something without experiencing it is not right. And from this it all started. Every day waking up and reaching office before 9 in the morning. Leaving post 8 or at times even 10 in the night. Coming home tired, distracted. Having no time to do any of the things that I like. Well trust me, this life sucks - big time. The conclusion was - I can never be a Workaholic. So the question here is - Why do some people be workaholic? Its a question difficult to answer. I will have to intervi

रुई की तरह सफेद और कोमल मैं नीले आसमान मे भटकता लोगों ने कहा ए बादल तू कयो नही बरसता || खुले आसमान में एक काला तिल चला हल्की बौछारे करते  लोगों ने कहा कभी तो गरजा कर निक्कमे || दोस्तों के साथ शेर सा दहाड़ता सोचा अब तो प्रसन्न होंगे इंसान,मेरे गरजने बरसने से पर फिर लोगों ने कहा मनहूस,भटक नहीं सकता केवल शांति से Thanks to my Hindi Guru -  Surya , for correcting mistakes

It was a clear day. He was riding. Not knowing where he was going. He had been lost. Lost in his thoughts. Such things seldom happened. This morning had been like all other mornings for Sujoy. He had come to office in a very pleasant mood. Met his breakfast friends, like usual. Made fun of few people, cracked a few stupid jokes, maybe even annoyed a person or two. But no one would ever get angry at him for more than a few minutes. That was how Sujoy lived life. All went well until lunch. Post lunch he happened to meet a friend of his. He used to meet her almost regularly, annoy her, talk to her, listen to her. Sujoy had a child's curiosity though. Just like a child won't stop playing with a scissor unless he/she cut his/her finger.  So did Sujoy like to find the threshold of things or people. This curiosity got him to trouble with her today. One of his japes upset her to the extent, that she told him to get out of her sight and never talk to her. He tried to a

Dear Friend, Hello, old friend. Hope this letter finds you in the pink of health. I'm doing fine here. Its been a really long time since I wrote you a letter. Wait, its been a really long time since I actually wrote a letter. It was only during the good old school days that we ever wrote such letters, I guess. Today being friendship day, I write you this letter. To talk on things we missed together and revive our relation. It might have been many days or perhaps years, that I have not spoken to you. Or maybe we just caught up yesterday. I don't remember. You know, right? That sometimes I have a hard time remembering stuff. Oh from this I remembered. Do you know how we first met? Was it that in school/college that you were sitting next to me and one of said 'Hi'. Or was it at some event that we met. Or was it while having in the office during work or maybe at lunch that we just smiled. Its all hazy in the skull. Maybe if you remember you can help me out.

Source: Here All travel enthusiasts must be familiar with this. Travel plans many a times be like this. And finally the plan is dropped, till some other day. Depressed, Dejected, Dispirited... you go back to your corner. But this time it would be different. I had decided. 'Koi aye ya na aye, main to ja raha hoon.' That's what I had in mind. And so one fine Saturday morning, I left on a solo bike ride to explore the Sahyadri Range. The route I took Did I had this route planned out? Not exactly. My only plan for the day was to visit Raigad Fort via Varandha Ghats. While returning I decided to take a different road. One of the best decisions in life. **Big Smile** So I left my place around 7 in the morning. The Sun was up, the sky was clear, nothing better to start a trip. Took the highway - clear road, clear skies, best way to ride - till Shirwal. Then the road to Varandha. A fairly good, two lane road with a few villages to traverse through. Ever

Love at first sight Roses are red, lilies are blue I fell in love, when I saw you True Love Roses are red, lilies are blue Rest could be fake, but only you are true Fake Love Roses are red. lilies are blue I gave up everything, now where the fuck are you Love forever Roses are red, lilies are blue Lived together, Together we flew

They were lying in the hearse, He was hoping if he could take time in reverse. They told him not to take the wheel, He told them, I'll show you the thrill and the feel. He was too high to listen to his friends, And now he was sitting, watching their ends. With all the guilt he has to live, Even when their last words were, 'We Forgive!'

Woke up to the world, with no money Things were more than just funny. People, things, services traded Bonds grew that never faded. ‘This post is a part of  Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers  by BlogAdda.’  

' Fuck you, Jai! I wish you had never come into my life ', she said and banged the door as she left. For next hour, Jai was just sitting in the corner of his house, murmuring, ' Priya, No. Priya, please '. Tears rolling down his eyes. His mind went back to the time, when he first met Priya. It was during the summer vacations after finishing his 9th grade exams. Jai was on his way to the standard 10th classes, when Priya had entered his society with her parents. He was starstruck by her. Priya had been his first and only crush till now. After 7 years and changing multiple boyfriends, Priya had finally come to see Jai's love for her. This had been 3 months ago. But now, it was all lost again for Jai. Priya D'Souza had finally decided to settle down with her ex - Rohan. She used to tell (Jai), that her family was forcing her to marry a catholic guy. But today, it seemed as if, she had been lying all this time. Overcome with grief, he went to the k

A long time ago (after the apes became omnivores - to know more check previous part ), in some land far far away, the apes (Lall troops and others that followed him) had evolved to use fire well, given to them by the lightning god. The troop whenever it found fire used to preserve it, and would light up an entire forest on a hot day. The walking apes, got their food from this magic of fire. Fire was a blessing indeed. The troop had grown in number and migrated to different places as the food diminished. ('Strong troop it is, must say Yoda' - If Yoda had existed during those times :p) With increasing troop size, Grrr and Akti had lost their fame. Lall was the one who got all the credits for the prosperity of the troop. Grrr was too lazy to speak for himself and Akti was too silly to see the perks. Rerr was angry with her hubby and her friend for this. And to fuel this frustration, there was Droy. Droy would always - sneak up and scare her, steal the food, make her

Goooaaallll .... Yes, the Euro is here. What excitement running around all the football fans. Oh well, this excitement is there all year round with all the premier leagues, champions league and so on. This is not just the case with football. Cricket also has similar effects, with the international matches and premier leagues and so on. This passion is not just limited to sports. It is there for movies, shows, parties and many other things related to entertainment. Its so deeply inrooted in our lives, that we are ready to shed as much ever money for it. But, would we shell out money for anything more necessary? I doubt. Let me narrate a recent incident. I was at this luxurious dine place (don't recall the name), with my friends. While we were having our dinner, I happened to overhear the guy from the neighboring table. He was complaining about the new 0.5% Krishi Vikas cess (aka Krishi Kalyan cess - KKC) levied on the bill. His argument was, 'Why should I pay this