What the Brain Thinks

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...