I Speak my mind

i used to think fast & busy life means how important you are. A day without being tired mentally & physically is a day you hadn't earn anything. Now when I look back, i realise how foolish i was. A laid back life is not for hardworking people, it is another verbal gimmick by the lazy lots to justify their attitude. But now i realise that it is an art, being laid back. Not thinking about the past and not worrying about what the future holds, that is how i like to live my life. A life close to nature , a life as far as possible to humans especially the so called busy people.  Over the time i noticed something that was alarming, i was always rushing but rarely arriving. Like a rushing mode switch is on. Even at home i am not feeling peaceful. Mind is in constant alert like in a war scene, but lacking awareness. i am not able to do one simple thing for a long time, suddenly some other thought comes crashing. i lost track of time when i. used to read books for hours without int...

After 25 years, our school reunion took us to a beautiful resort, turning the day into a perfect mix of relaxation and nostalgia. Old friends greeted each other with warm hugs, some instantly recognizable, others changed by time. We shared booze & meals and  laughed over school memories, and relived moments from the classroom to the playground. The resort’s calm & remote setting made conversations flow easily, while activities brought out our youthful spirit. Between swimming in pool, waterfall and endless photos, we felt like students again. It wasn’t just a trip, it was a celebration of lasting bonds and the joy of reconnecting.

As I gaze up at the stars, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The universe is so vast, so mysterious... and I'm just a small part of it. It's a humbling realization, one that makes me pause and reflect on my own existence. What am I, really? A tiny speck in the grand scheme of things? A fleeting moment in the annals of time? I think about Carl Sagan's words, 'The universe is not only much stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.' It's a reminder that there's so much more to life than what we can see and touch. As I stand here, lost in the vastness of the universe, I feel a sense of gratitude for what  I've been given. It's a reminder to live each day with intention, purpose, and appreciation for the time I have.

The Delhi Metro was once my literary escape. Crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with commuters, I would steal moments to devour books. The rhythmic rumble of the train, the murmur of conversations, the symphony of the city – it all blended into a comforting background score for my reading sessions. Each stolen page was a victory, a brief immersion into another world amidst the urban chaos. It was a simple pleasure, yet one that resonated deeply. 

There's a certain pleasure in taking a break, sipping a cup of tea, and immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of nature. The gentle breeze, the rustling leaves, the vibrant colors – it all has a calming effect that can melt away stress and leave you feeling refreshed. Spending time in nature improve your mood, and even enhance your creativity.  So next time you're feeling overwhelmed, take a moment to step outside and reconnect with the natural world. You might just be surprised at how much better you feel afterward.

Among the strong, I've found my place, Respectful awe in every face. Humility, a gift they bring, A truth that makes my spirit sing. Life's tapestry, a vibrant weave, Where all are threads, we must believe.

I don't have anymore words to say, I don't know what to say. Deep inside somewhere I knew the day would come. I am a coward who didn't want to face that. I Never had the strength to face the truth. I never wanted to be aware of her suffering. I always wanted to see her as a vibrant, funny, pushy friend. I refused the reality and cling on to my mental image of how things should be. She was always strong, wilful, outspoken. People used to say she was rude as she didn't care, her attitude was "whatever man...". I kind of idolised her. I knew I would never be able to like her.... Open, Straight, Blunt. I don't know how I feel... a kind of frustration and discomfort inside. I started to go to deep thoughts in the middle of  conversations. But  I didn't cry when I heard the news. Am I at fault for not being able to shed tears?. One thing is for sure, I miss her, I don't want to believe that she doesn't exist anymore. She taught me Hindi when I was ne...