I was born and brought in an Industrial town. It was happy little town with a population of less than 80,000 people.  There were 2 schools, 2 police stations, 1 hospital, 1 University, lots of houses and around 25 basketball courts. People were crazy about basketball, including me.

Childhood is the time, when curiosity and dreams are your reality. And the reality is something far beyond our imagination. We believed in the Government and had faith in police, unlike now.

So, I was in 5th grade back then and our summer vacations had just begun. It was 8 am in the morning and I was in my room doing homework. My room was a small one. Rectangular in shape. The walls were Navy blue and had white windows. There was bed at the end. A table and chair just in front of the bed. A big window to the right of table and a cupboard to the left. The window was facing our garden.

Our garden was a huge unattended piece of land. We had rose bushes and there were few hundred basil plants. I was in my room, studying , when something strange caught my attention. I ignored it and focused back on my books. BUT curiosity got better of me, I kept looking at the strange fruit hanging from the basil plant.

I have never seen such fruit before. It was orange and black in color. “May be its overripe or rotten” that’s what I thought. “Curiosity kills the cat ” they say and this time I was the CAT. My inquisitiveness grew bigger and bigger and finally I decided to walk out and take look.

SO I went out to the garden. With every step, the fruit was growing bigger. I walked a few more steps. Then stopped. I was awestruck . It was beautiful . Oval in shape, orange and black in color. “You must touch this fruit immediately” my mind said. AND I followed.

I went a step ahead, placed my hands on my waist and observed it for another moment. Then I took my right hand and slowly moved forward to hold it. My palm was almost 3 inches away, when I felt a soft blow of warm air, at the bottom of my ring finger.

My right palm was still in the same position. Within a fraction of second, I saw a red “split” tongue coming out of the fruit. “Wait a minute, fruits don.’t have tongue ” and then I saw those black eyes “RETREAT !!! RETREAT !!! ITS A SNAKE” voices in my head screamed.

A cold current flowed from head to toe. I was frozen. As if someone hypnotized me or attacked me with a freeze ray gun. I stood there for 10 seconds but it seemed like an eternity. When I was somewhat stable, I ran straight to the kitchen and told my mom everything.

She came out with a stick in her hand. I was behind her. We searched for a while, but the snake was gone. “May be it went to its mom as well” I thought. I came back home and got a slice of chocolate cake as a reward.

Few days later , I saw that snake again in my garden. This time I was much for comfortable and knew it wouldn’t harm me. I named it “Mr Bill”. I raised my hand and waved slightly. Mr Bill brought out his tongue, as if to say “Nice to meet you too”.



Do you have any idea what the title of this post means ? Neither do I. So let’s start reading it together and I’ll try to make you understand what I’m going through at this moment. 

Almost two weeks and I haven’t made a single posts. Well, I wasn’t on a vacation, am just going through a barren phase. An uninspiring, dull time period. I guess, every blogger goes through days or weeks, when he or she has nothing to write about, but deep inside you want to write. I’m going through one such time and I prefer calling it “DRY DAYS.” 

I really have no idea what to write. I’m like a 4 year old kid, who wants to express everything but has no words to justify his feelings. I love to compose about everything. From politics to sports, marriages to scandals, fashion to wardrobe malfunction, religion to bedroom fantasies .Everything. AND then,when you were thinking that you can sweep the world off its feet, you enter your DRY DAYS phase.

Days pass by, and you’re sitting in one corner of you room, thinking about what to write. Ideas come and go, but fails to impress you. Your once full imaginarium, is now just a piece of Kalahari.You sit in front of your computer with nothing impressive in your mind.

So I decided to write about my Dry Days.

The blogging world is huge. yes, HUGE. Thousands of bloggers with millions of new ideas working hard day and night [like oompa loompas ] to make their chocolate factory.. err…blog stand out. At times when I visit other blogs, I say to myself “Why don’t I get those ideas.”  But for a lonely blogger, ideas are precious. As precious as hot water in North Pole. 

When you’re going through dry days, nothing seems to work. Dark chocolate, coffee, testosterone supplements [ haven’t tried yet], occasional gangnam style dancing in my room etc etc. As if the entire Universe is stopping ideas to reach your mind. 

That is all I can say. I hope this dull phase goes away with the wind and never comes back.

Do post your experience on any such event of your life in the comment section.

Thank You

Humanity is constantly fighting a battle for survival. Yet another time it lost. Now in Jaipur,India.

Showing CCTV footage of the tunnel. This video may be disturbing for some. Viewer discretion is advised. [IBN7] 

This accident took place in Ghat ki Guni tunnel in Jaipur. A couple and their two children(a boy and a girl) were on the their motorcycle crossing the tunnel. A truck, hit their bike from behind. The 26 year old woman and her 8 month old daughter died within few minutes and the man(her husband) and her son, were sitting beside their body, confused, disoriented, asking for help and cursing their fate.

This is all about the accident. What happened after the accident is even more pathetic and heartbreaking.

You can see in the video. The man kept asking for help. The mother and her daughter were lying there, bleeding for more than 90 mins..Not a SINGLE car stopped to help them. May be, the seat covers in their car is more precious than somebody’s life.  Will they do the same thing, if something had happened to their family or friends ? The man in charge of monitoring the cctv footage, did nothing, but zoomed in and out the spot, as if he was directing a movie.

What is the use of all the education and degrees and titles we’ve earned, if it fails us to make a human ? Those people may have expensive cars but are no less than 16th century nomads. Such people are curse for the entire human race. They are a shame for the beautiful city of Jaipur and entire India.

May their soul rest in peace


Yes it is, you’ll get to know in a moment. First, answer these questions and see how many ‘yes’ and ‘nos’ you get..

Did your classmates ever call you by names or spread rumors about you and you cried for hours? or said you are ugly ? or fat ? or mocked at your grades ? or laughed at you braces ? or your Dad told you that you’re useless ? or your boyfriend compared you to some other girl and you broke down? or your girlfriend is embarrassed to go out with you and you got mad at her ? .

Or is it something else that made you huffy and caused that displeasing feeling which ruined your day. [ do mention it in comments, the last time you got offended with someone ]

We usually get offended by people,we care, but,there are some sensitive people who get miffed with absolute strangers. 

Something or other has irked us, at different stages of our life. It is a human nature. We of us got frustrated, lost our minds and behaved violently. On the other hand some locked themselves in their room and cried for hours. 

I found a simple cute to all the frustration and that wounded feeling [which sometimes lasts for years] . It worked for me and it may work for you. No harm in trying, right. 

SO here it goes.

Whenever someone teases or compares or calls you by name or underestimates your potential or anything which discourages you. 

Say to yourself “It is THEIR opinion, not mine. Everybody has the right to express their views and they are doing it. In my opinion, I am a better person and I WILL do whatever I WANT to DO, no matter what the WORLD says” 

Getting offended is a sin, because its a sign of immaturity and an immature person doesn’t earn much respect in society. Keeping QUIET is not a sign of weakness and trust me ‘SILENCE’ is the most powerful reply to all the criticism you face [ But, when somebody talks about your mom, punch right on nose. Really, do it. ]

What I mean to say is, its your opinion about yourself that matters the most. What you think about yourself makes you special. Our personality develops around our thought. If you believe in yourself and if you love the man in the mirror, then in the end nothing else matters. 



Don’t fall for that cute red thing called, YouTube. It looks friendly but is actually a trap. Yes, a TRAP.

Once you fall for it, you never come out. And , that’s what happened to me few days back.

It was a calm Sunday morning. There were few clouds outside and warm breeze was blowing. The green grass in my garden sparkled whenever the fresh sunlight touched it. It was a perfect Sunday for playing football (Soccer; I like to call it football).

BUT I decided to lock myself in my room and watch some amazing football videos and then, go out and play an hour later. It was the worst decision ever.

So it begins.I clicked on a video and started watching.I was mesmerized looking at the extraordinary dribbling skills of Cristiano Ronaldo. Then I saw few out of world goals by Messi. I was amazed looking at the skills and stamina of all those players.

Now, when I was watching the second football video, something caught my attention. Something, on the sidebar. “Fireworks at Olympic Opening Ceremony China”. Who doesn’t love fireworks ?? So i thought “Football can wait, let’s switch to fireworks” .

YET again, I was awestruck.  What a sight it was. The dark sky was lit with firecrackers of different color. It was the best ever firework in the history of Olympic opening ceremony.

Everything looked fine. But then, the video stopped playing. “buffering” as we like to call it. Seconds seemed like hours. I was circling the cursor around the video. As if, it will speed up the process. Patience is virtue, but not in the middle of fireworks and erotic movie.

The clip just started playing, and again, the sidebar played its trick. Something new caught my attention. ” A cat who barks like Dog”

“What the … !! Is it even possible.” That was my first thought. Love for firework vanished in a moment and I like a hypnotized slave clicked on the new video. To my utter surprise , a black cat was indeed barking like a dog. AND as soon as it saw the camera it started mewing again.

The sidebar brought up videos and I kept clicking through them one after another. I went though music videos, F.R.I.E.N.D.S bloopers, Dynamo’s magic tricks, Call of Duty gameplay, bodybuilding videos, meditation, cats , dogs and little kids with overprotective parents. I watched all of them. This went for, I don’t know how long. May be an hour.

I felt like a sailor, who suffered a shipwreck and was now flowing with the sea current. Now, I was reaching, the ‘weird side’ of YouTube. I don’t know how I reached there, but the last thing I remember is that , I was watching a music video of Rihanna. Then I saw something on the sidebar. “Rihanna exposes illuminati”

I was like “Alright, let’s see.” Secret societies are full of mystery and are always the center of attraction in Youtube.

I went through those videos one after another. Some say movies have subliminal messages, some making triangle with their hands as if it makes them look cool. Some even proved that the world will end on 31st April 2013..” Oh really?? would love to see how it ends ” .. Some other videos suggested that, whatever we’ve learned in school is a lie …. “May be that is why I don’t have a job, because I am the only one who knows the truth”

These videos, never seemed to end. Conspiracy, murder … blah blah blah..  blah blah blah .. blah blah blah…nothing more than bunch of superstitious men who look for conspiracy in everything and upload it on youtube. ‘Superstitious’ may not be the correct word. Feel free to choose a word which suits it better.

By this time, I was hungry, thirsty and completely stressed out.

Once again, for the last time, the sidebar showed its magic. A video caught my eye. “Romanian Beach Party”… OHH Yeah!!! … Hunger, thirst and stress disappeared into the mist. My hand, automatically reached for the mouse and the cursor traveled towards it.

The cursor was now on top of the video, I was about to click, when my Mom called me for dinner. Beach has to wait for some other day.

My mom called me again, this time louder.

“Wait a min… What did she say ??” … ” DINNER ??? ” ..

reality hit me like a truck. I lifted the curtains and saw, it was dark outside. I had lost track of time. Entire Sunday was wasted in front of my laptop and inside YouTube. There was no way I could “un-waste” it.

“Damn You Sidebar “

Less worrying and more faith, that things will get better. Less complaining , more hard work . Life responds to your attitude. Stay POSITIVE.

Stay Positive

What are you afraid of ??

Is it failure or is it success. Are you afraid of taking risks ? or speaking truth ? or is it something else ?

Fear has no face, no description, no limit but it can break even the strongest man on earth.

I am just a common man, living a normal life like all others. I like white bread, potatoes, cheese, egg, Superman,rock music and WordPress. I have some expectations, some limitations and Yes, I have some fears.

I have been tackling fear with ignorance. It works fine for sometime, but then, it grows in size. Bigger, bigger and bigger. It feels like an alien invasion in your brain and you’re the only soldier fighting the huge army with a bow and arrow.

I was fighting like a brave soldier. Dodging bullets, taking cover and firing arrows at the same time.

But fear was approaching with great speed. Every method seemed to fail.

I was desperate to get my mind back. I wanted this war to end. So, I decided to fight fear with faith. 

I closed my eyes. At that moment, it felt like, I was holding the center stage of the Universe and every eye is fixed upon me. I didn’t lose my calm and asked myself a very simple question.

“How realistic are your fears ? Do they really exist or is it a byproduct of over thinking ?”

One by one, all my fears fell apart. I realized, none of them were actual fears. They were just virtual situations in my mind. If you too, sit and think for a while, you can overcome all your fears.

Now, when I had faith in my side, it was time for the Final Showdown. Me and fear face to face. For the first time fear seemed weak, it didn’t dare to stare into my eyes.I was becoming stronger, with every second passing. Finally fear had to quit. I was now, much more powerful and filled with faith.

For me, life was nothing but a vacation on tropical island and was not willing to take up challenges.

Expecting life to be a fairy tale is unrealistic.Life is real. Life is tough. Sometimes it’s really tough. It tests you and tosses you when you least expect.

But life is also adventurous, exciting, surprising and filled with hope. By improving our attitude, we can get over every problem.

After this long warfare and huge victory, I will now treat myself with a GIANT scoop of Nutella. I suggest you do the same. You deserve it.

Love. The most powerful word on Earth. If used properly, it can give you immense strength and never ending sense of true freedom. It can bridge the gap between two souls and make them one. It can take you from the lowest to the highest point of your life, in a fraction of seconds.

In this highly competitive world, where “Survival of the fittest” is the only battle cry and “Money” the only measurement scale for success, LOVE is somehow losing its importance. ‘True love’ is an urban legend. 

Everyday we wake up and go for work. We carry our brain and body, leave the heart alone on bed. In a quest to think more logically and to outsmart our rivals, we have forgotten our real self. When I was a kid, heart was the biggest organ in my body. I loved everyone, friends, family, trees, squirrels, the mailman, plumber etc. Neighbors never seemed so annoying, laughing was so easy,had no worries, I woke up fresh [ unlike today, I sleep fresh and wake up tired ]. 

As I grew up, competition overpowered love. Money was my new God. ‘Love’ became just another term for ‘hurt’ and ‘suffering’. 

I am neither too old, nor wise enough to talk about love. But, there are times when I pause my life for few minutes and look around. It is then I realize, how vastly populated this whole world is and how lonely we are. I ask myself, ‘Will I ever find that special one ?? Will I ever find someone who loves me ?? ‘ 

I don’t get any replies. It is then, a fear grips inside me. The heart, which I didn’t carry with me when I left home, asks me a question. “What will you do when you face the person, you love the most”

Without answering I hurriedly get back to my lonely life. I have trained myself for competition, hatred and pain, but I don’t know ‘How to LOVE‘.

A colorful afternoon

Purple garden flowers.
Camera: Nokia C300 – 2.0 Mpx


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