Experiences

Grown out of the desires; Howcome? Grown out of the dreams; Maybe... Grown out of craziness; Honestly. Sifting through the memes, Trying to have that momentary smile. Exploring all the spirituality, that the digital baba throws. One moment of catastrophe. One expression of stillness. One expectation which remains Unquenched... At last its the journey , And its your own... Its what will bring the deconstruction ... It will bring you.

The ways of the world stand unchanged, Shallow waters and deep valleys, Muddy puddles and dark skies, Leaning upon acceptance, Stands an uninhibited soul... Waiting to be diluted, To be ravaged and dealt with. She contemplates, ponders, philosophizes, Imitates and adorns unreal. The happiness is lost... The real is forlorn and secluded. Paradox is she, and she is a paradox, Emotions, Connections and intimacy Strongly built brick by brick. But Serenity lost between the mortar. Sad is a quotient. It is not her identity. She cries and wails with a smile, Amber turns her eyes sparkle... To the world she is a beauty. A name recognizable. A person definable. But deep underneath... Stands the little one undefined and illusionary...

Wrenched from within, When the without holds aloof... Practical becomes ferocious, And refuses to let go self... Within those confines of viciousness, When the battle of mind soars and soars... It doesnt hear nor does it feel, It just wants to retain its creation... Little self moves outside, Takes a ride and fills the aura... With a handful of hope, And a mesmerising sight of humanity around, Twinkling lights and lost dances of soul. The bundle of trinity finds solace... Eternal peace and boundless joy, Within the mundane around. Praise the customs. The culture and its bindings. The human chaos around... The emptiness within and the silence outside The errie restricts... Come what may, The intelligentsia say... Experience has taught Time has touched the essence ... Commonality prospers...roars and soars

What is research? Yesterday I attended a national conference on ‘Economics, Infrastructure and Development’, had written a paper for the same. After delivering my presentation, the person perusing the event responded, only those people who have some methodology to show present the papers, if they have opinions in their paper it’s not a research paper. Agreed sir, he was right; but I wanted to speak and justify, give a point. My embarrassment was so profound that I couldn’t; but then sharing a thought with friends, getting their feedback always helps…so am here. My first question  : Why is it that we always have to follow set steps, I mean write it directly that first intro, then research question, objectives, methodology,…why we can’t give different headings- the purpose remains same having a question, reviewing some literature based on that ,do some findings and reach the conclusion- something that synchronizes with our topic , make it little interesting, maybe so that somebody

When I first saw her, it was Krack heel repair cream ad, and she went unnoticed. Again it is said she debuted in Balaji telefilms ‘Hum Paanch’. But there too I didn’t notice the grumpy one. My perception took notice with ‘Parineeta’. The genius in her performance was triumphant. She won as deserved. She experimented and failed, as image once accepted by the masses can be strong and you better stick by it but if you dare you have adventures, battles-lost and some won too. (Though she has Sabyasachi to her rescue now). Vidya Balan has been unconventional. She broke the stereotype of ‘cut-glass pretty heroine’ mould and being the second in the lead dominance too. (This is what I am impressed with most).She has been a trendsetter undoubtedly. There have been actresses ( Bollywood centric) who have dared roles: Nargis (Mother India),Jaya Bachchan (Koshish),Shabana Azmi (Arth) and many more to name ,but, she stands out as somebody who loves to be average and imperfect(look wise) and

I am a careless writer, the blocks are quite visible because they come too often, though the thought process is quite active, everyday is a tussle of thoughts which are positive, negative, revengeful, aggressive, creative, destructive, high and low  .The laziness and the environment around are enough to put me off. I am a dreamer who thinks too much and can communicate too less, but when something disturbs the serenity of my personal space, I come back to writing ,that makes me not a dedicated writer but an opportunist ,who takes to it only when it comforts me, not a good picture of me but that’s the truth… While I was preparing my favorite dish in the kitchen, the TV announced the death of another era of Cinema-Superstar Rajesh Khanna. I felt sad as we lost a legend, but then, in a fraction of second, what happened was the conversion of television into the name that was rightly given to it years ago-‘Idiot box’. Whichever channel I clicked for news or even a show that could have

When you   are a kid there are as many dreams in your eyes as are stars in the sky, and as growing up happens, each stage presents new dreams ,new adventures but once you plan to settle down, especially in an Indian set up   choices constrict and dreams vanish and all you are left with is pleasing your family; and playing that socially right kind of role… and if you deny it and start living life on own terms …suddenly your image becomes black and tarnished, you change and so people around criticize you in tons and poke noses at u and point fingers…   this is the one. Well do I sound pessimistic, hmmm… it can be a point of view but that’s what I have observed , it’s not about you being negative or positive it’s just an observation which can’t be totally neutral. Thus, come choices, while you are   a kid choices are about food ,studies, roaming out with friends, they confuse you at that time but when you grow up they really define your life…like after 12 th if you plan for a Btech and t