Time: 3.00pm
Location: The hall of my house where I am sitting on a chair with both my legs up. It’s a mystery how I got this habit of sitting.
Channel: Some random channel which was airing Munnabhai MBBS.
Scene: The scene where Munna asks Circuit to bring a dead body so that he can understand dissection properly. I doubt any of Medical student will bring a special body to understand what he is studying. You need to take interest and have a strong will, motivation to study. Circuit looks around and his eyes catch a Chinese fella.
Circuit to Chinese: Come on. I’ll show you Tajmahal, Kutubminar and all..
Chinese: No. I want to see real India. Poor People, Hungry People.
Stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooop..

I have one question to ask. Why India is synonymous to “Poor People Hungry People”?? Who said there are poor and hungry people only in India? Why the media, especially television, display false information to the whole world? One film capturing the poverty in particular part of India won Oscar. Not just one but eight of them. Every news channel aired reviews, shows, special features regarding that movie. I agree that the movie was good. But someone should have featured the wrong side of the road. Read the rest of this entry »

“A Butterfly lives only for a few days,
but it still flies joyfully capturing many Hearts.
Each moment in life is Precious.
Live happy and win many Hearts”

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A couple of days back, I went to the capital. Like every capital, there was rush. Lots of noise and you can’t hear yourself. I cannot define that rush. It’s for anything, everything and nothing. You don’t have time to help an aged person climb three steps. You don’t have a minute of time to talk to an old friend of yours whom you crashed into. Just a minute it all takes. If not a minute then a simple smile does the job. One second and seven muscles is all you need.

One aged person, probably in late fifties or early sixties, runs that booth. I ask him for one packet. I wait. Busy with other customers, He probably heard me. The pendulum swings very slowly(like the hero and heroin running in slow motion towards each other) when you are thirsty. As if it’s purposely slowed down for this little girl. This, looking like a five year old, girl gently pulls my shirt. One of those beggars dirty… Stinking. Her face subtracted from innocence. I normally close my eyes or go away but not this time. I turn selfish. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s almost 11 pm and I was about to enter my room. Just then I thought of looking up in the sky. Wanted to check if the moon was still there. This curiosity was due to lunar eclipse held on 1st January. The moon was not there (Did Rahu swallowed it for real?). I tried searching the sky from back and sides of my house. It was nowhere. Darkness was trying to conquer the whole world. The fluctuating street lamp was fighting like a brave injured soldier.

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Within seconds, I started traveling back in time. Why for sudden I was back in time? Curiosity increased as my flashbacks rendered an incident when I was five years old. I am in my bed aside my parents and sister. It’s dark and my father just switched off radio. Few minutes later, cats started fighting on the roof making strange sounds. Their meow was now meOOOOOOOOwwww. Fear was dominating emotion. My parents convinced me that cats won’t hurt me. I closed my eyes and never knew when I was covered by blanket of sleep. At that age, Night meant fear for me.

Now I am ten years old. I am naughty and mischievous child busy in playing and planning mischief. I made good friends in school and was enjoying every bit of time. Time was insufficient for my activities. I don’t want to sleep. Night, at that stage, was a big spoilsport. Read the rest of this entry »

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Have you ever walked over sand? Then, have you noticed the footprints behind you? They are not just footprints. They are silent teachers. You have to be a good student for them to be your teacher. Don’t recall your mark sheets… I know they are best suited lying dead in that folder and locked in a locker. They don’t say a thing about how good student you are. Just try to listen and read the footprints. You’ll be proud being a good student.

So what do they teach you? When you look behind you’ll notice that some footprints have faded. Those footprints is you, some moments back. That tells you, time will never let you be the same person. That’s why, You never meet the same person again. It becomes difficult to find yourself, what you were in your past. Add to it our memories, which too tend to fade with time.

They teach us to find happiness in small things and that your low time will be over soon. Just as they fade as the time passes. Be careful and be true to your conscience as someone else may be stepping over your footprints and following the same path as you.

You’ll never be alone all the time when you walk. There will be a stage where the path will be full of footprints. So much so that you won’t be able to clearly distinguish between them. You won’t be able to see your path. You are lost. This is the stage when you have to discover yourself and discover your path. Find a way out of these chaos. Create your own path.

While you walk, there will be footprints which may act as a guide. Trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Walk with those footprints to find whether they are guiding you or misguiding you. But remember, A guide can only show you the path. He will never teach you how to walk.

Throughout the journey, you’ll find few who will leave footprint on your heart (Don’t worry. They won’t be stepping on your heart). Never ever let these footprints fade away. Then, Even if you are walking alone, you won’t be alone.

Till the footprints become your teacher
Think Nonsense…