Merci

This is the story of a room Buzzing with activity each day. Mails flew in, Mails flew out. Others – stacked like hay! Some mails were good, others bad. And when there was a conflict, the room went sad. The mean ones were plenty- found everywhere. Overpowered the good ones-caused despair! Mailboxes lined the door ‘Today’ overflowed,’ Past’ was overburdened. ‘Future’ held the dreams; some undelivered many left unopened. ‘Hope’ though kept asking for more This made it a healthy room for sure! And then the Storm arrived in town The mails fluttered in grief; The Door shut, the Windows vanished No sign of hope or relief! No helping hand, no place to go, No long lost love, no one they know. However, the season changed soon Happy mails buzzed in the room! The sun shone, the flowers bloomed. Music sailed, the angels danced. Rainbows smiled, reindeers pranced. Every mail was stamped with a smile An extra letter, takes you the ...

I'm back with a blog post after a short hiatus. Work kept me occupied or maybe it did not. But this place has been barren for a long time now. We have been waiting for the rains for quite sometime in Mumbai. The summer which was welcomed with open arms soon became a menace due to the scorching heat and high humidity leading the government to take alarming steps towards curbing usage of water, adding to our "sticky" woes. Rains usually arrive in Mumbai by June 1. This time the calendar turned to 18th June and yet there was no rainfall in sight. Until the 19th Of course. When the clouds gathered above and the skies poured down. The hills turned green and everything cooled down. I did get wet in the first rains It's customary,isn't it? It's beautiful. It's enriching and delightful. Water pouring down your window sill. The smell of the earth in the first rains. Everything washes down- the roads, the trees, the birds. It's almost purifying. A cup of ho...

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ." ******************* Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the ...

Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. I am from Pluto. But, Pluto is no longer a planet. Which is pretty sad. It does not 'fit' in anymore. So, it has broken away from the Sun's orbit and wandered off in the wilderness to explore the Universe. And though, its favourite galaxy is Andromeda, it has to begin with the closest stop - Milky Way. And though it always wanted to slide on Saturn's rings, another planet at a little further distance, is making a lot of noise - 'Earth'.So Pluto explores the Earth (*sigh*). Wait. Don't sigh yet.There's good stuff here. That Sport: It's FIFA World Cup this year! So the entire world is gonna go craazzy soon :D. Except the USA (They already are :|). Also, India is busy bickering over Dhoni's captainship. It's time for him to go? Poor guy. Actually not.That's a part of your job description as the captain of the Indian cricket team. Lots of adulation. God-like worshiping. White hair by the t...

Today is the 1st of February 2014 and it is exactly 31 days since I've been off Facebook. Bahh ! I do not want to make it sound like a big achievement and honestly, it is not.Nor do I intend to give Facebook any undue importance or conversely, even deride it for that matter. I belong to that category of people who spend a healthy amount of time online - surfing the internet, chatting or accessing social websites.Since I belong to the 90's generation, I picked up this habit only during my degree college and so, thankfully, have a wonderful childhood to look back to. It was in December last year, that I decided to go off Facebook completely. I realized I was spending a lot of time in the virtual sphere and it was getting the better of me,maybe.At work I spent all the time in front of my laptop and I did not want to do the same at home for mindless activities.  Anyway, I decided to give it a try and what better way to start off than with the new year? So cometh 1st Januar...

It is funny how life changes slowly. How things around you change.And how you end up changing yourself. Life is a test or a struggle, so do people say. Must be right. But then, people say a lot of things. It is even stranger how, when you are younger you are so sure of everything. But as days pass by, you're full of doubts about everything happening around. ********************** The past few weeks have been very hectic for me. One can say I almost have no social life .I commute a long way to work and in the evening crash back home to sleep. Sounds simple. But that's not all I do when I get home.I always end up having other assignments which I need to finish. And these aren't mundane tasks.They require energy and creativity. I cant gather any brains to do them well. Nevertheless, they have to be done.So, I do them. After dinner. Or before dinner.And, then sleep, all dead. Wake up.Repeat. No, this is not a rant post.Life is not monotonous.It is a little hectic w...