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.