What the Brain Thinks

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