What the Brain Thinks

It all began with a cup, actually 2 small paper cups - white from the inside, with graffiti like prints on the outside. Like best friends they support one another. Alone they might not have been able to handle it, but united they are strong. This paper cup bond meets two perfect snow-white cubes of sugar. Perfectly polished, devoid of bagasse, they tumble down into the cup, one besides the other. A while later, you can hear the grinding as coffee beans in the transparent casing slide to replace their friends. And then with a slurping noise the brown liquid oozes down into the cup. The sugar cubes absorbing every drop, turning brown from bottom up until there is no more of white remaining. Moments later, a foggy mist appears above the cup, like the magician conjuring up for a show and then in the blink of the eye, the hot white milk has drowned the cubes. The cubes giving away their sweetness in this beautiful amalgamation of milk and coffee, the sacrifice to reduce the bi...

Main jindagi ka saath nibhaata chala gaya.. Har fikr ko dhunen men udaata chala gaya.. Wait! This is what we have been doing this entire time. We are smoking (dhunen m uda rahe hai) everything, to the extent that we need to ban some important things. This is not above any of the things discussed until now. The above song - irrelevant, aforementioned ban - irrelevant. The relevant topic is... (wait for it).. Climate Change Yes, you heard it right. Climate change is a real thing. Oh yes! This is in respect to some recent video by some famous personality who commented something silly, and he has some pretty big fan following, so it goes out to those bhakts (followers) as well. And no. Climate change is not a propaganda by the Chinese, as another famous personality seems to have stated few months back. Climate change is just as real as The Emergency, 2G Scam, Intolerance, Communal Violence or Demonetization. Oh sorry, the last point is still debatable, thoug...

"Sonu catch", the elder brother called out as he threw the tennis ball. No sooner had the ball made contact with his hand, there was a kick on his stomach. Coughing, he woke up from sleep. "Get up, chotte. It's getting late. Pick up your bowl and run at the signal. If you are not there in 5 minutes, I'll thrash you like the dog you are", scowling the brute moved out of the room. Rubbing his aching tummy, from under the rags, Sonu picked up the bowl and limped through the door. Regretting the day when he followed this brute, in temptation of chocolates. Only if he had listened to his brother and stayed back, this dream would have been a reality. He wiped the tears, flowing down his face. Sonu could be any kid, in our society. Never neglect such incidents. Probably this video will create awareness.

*Sniff* *Sniff* *Aachoo...* The most ignored sensory organ for most of us and yet sometimes it functions surprisingly. The role of the nose is noticed, when there is some intense scent that actuates it. I call it the most ignored cause even if your sense of smell is not functional, no one bothers about it, unless the nose is entirely missing, like that of Voldemort or Tyrion (from the books). This post should have been out a few weeks back, but excuse my indolence. So a few weeks back, there were 3 festivities in Mumbai. To start with, there was Ganesh chaturthi/visarjan . Each house or mandal (committee) that hosted the elephant god was filled with the scent of various agarbattis (incense sticks), heightened during the time of pooja (prayers). This bore a sense of positivity to almost all. The next thing to be noticed was the staunch smell of goats being cared for, before the advent of Eid ka chand (crescent moon). Some like it, others despise it, but every n...

Love is always referenced with the Heart. When in reality it is a chemical locha in the Brain (like all other emotions). Twisted 🤔 . Do post your comments on this.

* Tee -Tee -Tee -Te -Te -Tee -Tee -Tee *,    * Trun-Trun-Trun-Trun *,    * Wake Up Sid * 3 alarms, 3 locations, 3 lives - 6 AM. * Tee -Tee -Tee -Te -Te -Tee -Tee -Tee * Deepak who had been awake for past 5 minutes, reaches for his Nokia C3 to turn off the alarm. Sitting up in his sleeping mat, he looks at his wife and children sleeping in peace. With a hopeful smile he turns to his wife and stirs her up, "Aeji, get up. Its past 6 already. The alarm has been ringing for a long time. Get up, I'll be late today." In her sleepy voice she replied, "Hmm.. Its not late I know. I saw you turning off the alarm." Carefully setting herself free from her young daughters cuddle, she woke and went in to the kitchen, washed her face and called out, "Ooji, go take a shower, and fill the buckets as well before the water stops". Then she went on with preparing breakfast and tiffin for her husband. Deepak got up folding the bed-sheets and the mat and we...

    Piyush was staring at the blue gate, contemplating whether he wanted to go in or not. He had planned this visit more than a month back but never could he muster the courage to do it until now. And what would he tell at home? Why did it take so long for him to get back? If he would tell the truth they would have been proud and even gone about telling it to the neighbours. But he did not want the world to know about this expedition of his. After a lot of planning and procrastinating, he was finally here - in front of a two storied bungalow painted in orange tinge, bordered by poster covered grey compound walls and the blue gate. Finally, he made up his mind, cause he would be cheating himself if he turned back now. He began looking around for a bell or something to open the gate. On the compound wall adjacent to the gate, was a message painted in red - Pull rope for bell - with a crooked arrow pointing in at the small hole between the gate and the wall. He reached for ...

I cried before knowing to sing, Now I sing out my pain. I stumbled before I could walk, Now I run so that I can falter. I learned to write before understanding, Now my understandings are scribbled. I spoke before thinking, Now my thoughts are silent. I made friends to share my feelings, Now we fear to reveal them. I drank to enjoy more, Now I try to enjoy, to remain sober. I loved to look at that face, Now I observe others, so I can avoid contact. I worked to earn money, Now I earn money to keep myself busy. I married because I fell in love, Now I love my spouse, so that I don't end up with someone else. We bore kids to complete the family, Now we are in our corner, while they complete The Circle .

After four 2 liners, comes the story of half relations. Do check the 2 liners to know what different half relations are. This story is just a part of the series and also.   “I am sharing a Half relationship story at  BlogAdda  in association with  #HalfGirlfriend ”. Enjoy the story :)  Sree had lost all hopes today when he saw Priya with the other guy, walking hand in hand. She had messaged him in the morning that she would not be coming to office, since she was not keeping well. When he told her that he would come to her place to help her. She promptly replied that Baba would help her. And now after six hours she was strolling past him with some stranger. It had been 7 years, 2 months and 10 days since he first fell in love. The most theatrical love at first sight scenario where the boy crashes into the girl and they are committed for life. But only with him it had been Satish Uncle - Priya's father - he had crashed into, knocking him to the ground w...

He changed for her, she changed for him The vicious cycle went on forever

She thought they were committed He did not believe in commitments

He loved her, she ​ loved herself She killed her love, he died for love - Daily

He had lost his heart to seek, While she waited to be found.

United by family and friends. Cause humans are said to be social animals who cannot survive alone in the wild. So we build ourselves homes, villages, towns and cities And now that we have progressed to a level where no living being on this planet can match us We are divided by borders, religions, caste, creed, colour, physique and wealth. What an irony! Is this what we are meant to be. All of the Power over the world, to rule it. But what good the Power be, when there isn't a creature to rule over. Psuedo-democracy continue to preside over the democratic values. While the masses are blinded to know the difference. No nuclear weapon is as explosive as an ill informed human. And in this time, we are blessed with one too many ignorant souls. I know this blog ain't gonna affect anyone. No revolution will take place, nor do I wish to start one. Cause revolutions now are known to take the shape of war. War that has destoryed lives and families. Many have come an...

You came into this world crying The legacy goes on, on your dying First you cry out of need Then you carry on for greed It is not an action that is taught Nor the one that is bought Crying is how you live And it is also the way you give While working you cry for rest And then you say, 'I gave my best' Poor you are, when you cry for wealth Rich you are, if you cry for health Is this what they teach in school You sadist, ignorant, stupid fool Crying has become so rife No wonder you've got no life.

This one is about the trip after I left Infosys. There are one too many trips that I have been in past 2-12 months that I have not written about, including trip to Manali. So, please bear with me. A good old saintly person by the name of Baba Roysonath once said - Better late than never . FaisalKhan02 My last day in Infy and Faisal Khan02 (my cubicle mate) asked me if I would be interested in a trip to Nagaon/Alibaug. I wasn't sure about it but I don't know why I agreed for it. Sometimes you don't think before you decide and this one was a similar decision. Next day at 5am I get a call that the bus is reaching in 15 minutes, come at the gate of the society. And I was still in bed, sleeping through the alarm, woken up by the call. Somehow I mustered strength to get out of bed, get ready, pack the bag and meet with others boarding from the same place. We were up before the Sun The bus which was supposed to reach in 15 minutes, did take quarter to an hour...

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. - William Henry Davies This was a poem I had learnt in school, as it was in the English text book in those days. Some of you who studied this curriculum under Maharashtra State Board might or might not remember it, but I do. It has been the only poem that I remember now (excluding Nursery Rhymes). It is mainly, because the words made sense then and they still make sense now. The life (full of leisure) that we have created and are living in - Wha...

Oye!! Here!! Come here quick. Listen closely. This is very urgent. Now, the thing is, (looking left right to make sure no one else is around) Royson has stopped making diary entries from a long time. There is something really wrong here. So, all I ask of you, is to go and check if he is fine. I have been lying around from a long time, locked inside the cupboard. It is only today that the cupboard was open and no one around that I have come out to see you. How? What? Where? When do you ask him? All that is up to you. I have given out stories of Royson. Now its your turn to return the favor to me. Why am I so worried about Royson. Well, I'm not. I'm scared he will use me over a span of 5 years, if this is the pace with which he will progress. For an annual diary to be used for 5 year term. That is humiliating. I will not be able to face the diary community after that. No diary should ever meet such a fate. Yes, I'm being selfish. What’s the harm in that? I...

It was 7:30 in the morning of 4th March, 2017 at Chandni Chowk, Pune. 22 people on 18 rides set out for a journey of different sorts. I was also there, like a ghost among the 22 different souls. Thirty minutes into the start and I was thinking, 'Did I make a mistake joining this journey? Do I make some lame excuse and go back home?' This trip was definitely out of my comfort zone. I had been on road trips earlier (with friends) but never on an overnight trip with 22 strangers. It was difficult, for an introvert like me. I need time to mingle up and a day was surely not going to help create that bond. Plus, this was going to be my longest bike expedition till date. But then I thought otherwise, 'It was the trip that I needed not that I wanted.' And then I went with the flow. It was only a week before when I saw this post from Mysterious Rangers that I decided I have to go for this. So I started asking my friends, if they would like to join? And one by on...

Today I met with an Accident. Hold up. I'll narrate the entire incident. I was at the start of Aundh-Ravet road from Aundh side. The road begins with an acute curve, at which I usually bank the bike. For better understanding you can refer this map. I was riding parallel to an old rusty city bus. The bus was to my right and was moving in the curve. Now I reached to the front of the bus and glanced at the driver. I saw the child's foolish playfulness, as if he was wondering 'What would this little bike do if I steer right towards him?' And in a blink of an eye he did it. Time froze when the bus touched the bike. Two words were uttered. He said 'Oops', I said 'Fuck'. Time came back to normal and me and my bike were spinning like the wheels of Bat Tumbler. As I rolled in the air I was thinking of the many things I had planned to do, but had put it aside for later and then, Snap!! I was out of the thought process. Oh wait! I forgot to ...