Its close to midnight and I am still searching around for my thinking cap to turn my thoughts into visible words. In these 24 odd years, I have picked up bits and pieces of the lessons taught by life with a hope to share with you, the reader. Critics think I am a rookie or an amateur when it comes to writing. While my loved ones, near and dear ones (and also those who are stranger to me but still feel connected to me through my writings) think that I am a pro.

>Back To Monday Blues!

Hello to my readers and non-readers, It’s around midnight and I am busy cherishing the best day of my life. Honestly, I ain’t getting engaged or married. I am not giving you guys any hint of shedding my bachelor’s tag. Because that’s the most precious thing I care about. People think the ‘bachelor’ tag is a sin. It’s a taboo in a conservative society like ours. And you encounter loads of people whose minds run like bullet trains.

>Hanuman Chalisa with Meaning (Courtesy: Shailesh Nandu)

Shree Guru Charan Saroj Raj, Nij Man Mukar Sudhari, Barnau Raghuvar Bimal Jasu, Jo dayaku Phal Chari With the dust of Guru’s Lotus feet, I clean the mirror of my mind and then narrate the sacred glory of Sri Ram Chandra, The Supereme among the Raghu dynasty. The giver of the four attainments of life. Budhi heen Tanu Janike, Sumirow, Pavan Kumar, Bal Buddhi Vidya Dehu Mohi, Harahu Kalesh Bikaar Knowing myself to be ignorent, I urge you, O Hanuman, The son of Pavan!

>Breaking The Barriers

Before I begin to write something, I would like to highlight this particular thought that ran across my mind, “A man is no different than a beast unless he’s honest with himself.” I have something to be honest about. I have been suffering from a writer’s bloc since quite a sometime. And this has been a reason for leaving my blog stale. Technically speaking, I do not expect a common man to understand the meaning of writer’s bloc.


Ok… There are actors. There are stars. And there are superstars. There are comic actors. There are romantic actors. There are dancing actors. There are intense actors. And there are all-rounders. And Salman comes in the last category. I don’t fancy South Indian movies, neither dubbed nor remakes. Especially after having a life-threatening experience by watching Sirf Tum. It could have easily made me commit suicide. Such was the experience!

>The Pursuit of Happ’y’ness

Ok guys. Time for some introspection. When I use the word ‘pursuit’, I don’t really mean ‘pursuing’… I mean ‘chasing’! Now I wonder, why have I given special reference to ‘y’ in happ’y’ness? The answer lies in the question. Everytime I chase some things (goals, targets) I just go for it or leave it midway. But whatever maybe the outcome of my chase, I always ask ‘why’. And thats the reason why ‘y’ deserves a special mention.

>Happy Places

Hello Dost log, Now, this topic is quite kiddish. I know what you guys might be wondering. How can a writer, of a decent calibre, choose a topic which suits better to the kids of primary schools? Well, this topic is my tribute to my buddy, Dada. It was his idea of penning a book that was related to happy places. Before I move further, I would like to make a point clear.

>Dilemma : Lakshmi or Saraswati ???

Hello Readers, I am back again. It’s been a real hectic day. I wonder who’s writing the script of my life. People say that man is the architect of his own fate. But I wonder if I was the one who chose to write my own destiny. It has been a real, real hectic life (pun intended)… Feeling implicated and vindicated at the same time. Or should I say, being at a wrong place on a wrong time?

>A Trip to Reality

10:00 pm – Aatish and Ruchik leave my office premises, fighting with me for not joining them to meet Dada. 10:15 pm – I finally get to leave my office to reach Dada’s house. The bus frequency sucks. My phone keeps on ringing every 5 mins as if they want to update my status on their respective facebook profiles. I cross the Grant Road bridge, with a hope to catch a cabbie.

>In Search of Serendipity

Hello again, (To all those who think that reading my blog is a waste of time.) And a special hello, (To all those who read my blog irrespective of time.) So… I am back again, offering you to read that is both uncommon and unheard of. But before I start writing further, I wish to dedicate this topic to one of the regular visitors of this blogpage. What’s in the name?