Old and Alone!!

Leaving from a very long and tiring duty towards my mess I felt that I was Old and Alone. While crossing the main road (as we have to; to reach the other part of the campus) I took a step down from the sidewalk. The left knee buckled and I fell almost on my face on the road ahead, full of traffic. The feeling of being old was pretty obvious from that but soon after the incident, I realised that despite being my batchmates none of the people around me came to help. Not that I particularly wanted them to come and pick me up but enquiring about not getting injured was at least what I was expecting out of them. Please before you judge me read me a little further. I am no fool who would count as this one incident as a whole reason to write about this topic nor am I a man who is particularly sensitive to share feelings and wants others to pity him.These are just some feelings which I like to describe to my readers from time to time.  The average age of an Indian male is 63 years. Seeing my c…

That Old Lady !

Walking down the path towards my canteen in the research centre, cursing my teachers as well as my seniors for doing something wrong (or maybe right) with me. Thinking about how I had to regain my health and to be fit again. Preoccupied with many thoughts. Many scenarios for evening duty playing in my mind. Many facets of it which made me think constantly that how I had reached where I was. Thinking deeply about some of them and superficially about others (making a mental note to deal with them later). Thinking about how my life would have been different if I was born in a different country or with different ambitions I was stopped by That Old Lady.
                                                   An old but beautiful smile with creases all over her face, yellow glistening teeth, humped back, grey hair, wearing an old saree, carrying a thermos flask in her hand and an age-old pair of sandals on her feet. She stops me in between and asks my name and designation. First Reaction - I wa…

We The Lucky Ones !!

Being born in the 20th century and living the 21st I consider myself as someone who is lucky. Having seen the time when we used to walk everywhere to the time when I fly back and forth to my hometown from my place of work easily (2400 km), I can say I have experienced the wave of change around me in a very close fashion. Waiting for long distance calls to get connected to having an electronic device in my hand in which I basically live my life I can say that I am Lucky. Now the question which arises in your mind is - " Why the hell am I telling you about I or you being lucky?".                                                                                              My friend, with these examples I just want to touch some points which I might have missed in my previous writings (Attention Attention, Attention Attention 2.0, Your Kind Words) or might introduce you to some new observations from my life. According to me, anyone who can relate to all the things which I have m…

Blankness - An Experiment

BLANKNESS - When you are void of Expression

                                                             Have you ever felt it? Sitting in a room,]doing nothing, thinking nothing. Just sitting and relaxing.] Just looking at the wall in front of you staring it as if your life depends on it. Staring it continuously to that extent that at the end of it, you feel embarrassed for doing it.] I think it happens a lot when you undergo pressure situations while at work, at least for me. It not only points towards the strange and amazing way human brain works but also towards the way we are living our lives.] The first one because I think it might be my mind's way of releasing the pressure so as to prevent a total crash and the other reason because I think it can be used as an indicator for the amount of quality of work one is doing regularly. I started writing this blog while in that state of mind My Blankness. All those lines which end with "]" are the ones where I spaced out aga…

The State

Sitting in a pub at 00:27 hours I suddenly realised that I was getting bored. Not because I didn't enjoy music or relaxing. It's mostly because I didn't care about that particular kind of atmosphere anymore. People gathered in a tight place, bodies touching and sweating. Dancing drunk on each and every song as if it benefits them directly playing that song, not even realising that the dance steps which they did, do not match the beats and actions on which they are getting impressed by each other are actually stupid for any sober human being. I also got a feeling of repulsion from myself, when I thought that I was one of them a few years ago. Realising it would be difficult to live with this feeling inside me I made a mental note that I was going to think about it and probably write too. 
    To begin with, I think the I overreacted to the situation at that time. I had a beautiful and interesting tinder date sitting beside me. I had my favourite beer in my hands, still, the …

Love & Lies

After reading the title of this write-up one must think that this is purely based on my breakups or is a rant blog about the lies one faces in love life, but my dear friend it's far more than that. I shall explain myself further by the medium of my writing and your interpretation. So let's begin.


Is it the touch of a special someone? Is it a ruse which people use to get some comfort with each other, be it physical or emotional. Is it a medium of connecting with other human beings? Is it just a word which is being overused in this scared world nowadays? Is it a feeling or an emotion? Is it when someone does something for you and hence benefits you in some way? Is it a rare phenomenon which (now) has been replaced by an act? Is it the word of your parents or your partner?
                                                                 According to me, Love is an abstract feeling which simply means being happy. Happy in your skin. Happy and Content in your life. Love is so…

Dog. Pet. Jugnu 3.0

It took me some time to come up with this write-up as I was seriously confused about what to write. Confusion is there because of the millions of things I have done, experienced and taught to my pet. Initially, I thought that I will complete the story in three different blogs or dlogs (as I call them), but lately, I have realised that it is almost impossible to share my love for animals or this particular animal in just three write-ups. So I have decided to further increase the number to five and make an attempt to write about my experience. 
Dog. Pet. Jugnu and Dog. Pet. Jugnu 2.0 described my experiences about initial stages of bringing a new family member in. As they were very concise that's why I have taken a certain liberty at this time to describe in details about my feeling towards the whole thing. So here we go -: As I was saying having a dog at your house creates a totally different kind of environment. You get to see all the changes happening at your home. From ba…