Random Thoughts

Watched too many films like - Athadu, Bommarillu, What happens in Vegas,  Mohobattein and warped in the world of love... Need that. Sometimes, even the melodramas offer a bit of sanity... There are so many thrills in the initial drama of love. No wonder it is the most coveted topic and the most sought out emotion. When the love touches one’s heart, the curiosity of knowing the other person, just wraps them up in a shell that is indestructible and impenetrable from the outside world. The lovers form a world of their own, each seeking the beauty of the other, through their eyes and learning how to see the world from their collective perspective. Like a gift wrapped in colored papers, each new discovery gives a jolt of electricity through the veins, with the blood gushing through the nervous system, teaching emotions and feelings that existed in mutiny until then. The world seems colourful, hopeful and above all, there is this happiness that revolves, encouraging one to surpass the re...

I absolutely love the weather at this moment. It is cold, it is windy and more importantly, its raining. I cannot quite understand why I ever cursed school, back then. I sit here in the office, wondering, what shackles hold me to my seat when my heart wants to leap out of this chair and get drenched in the rain. What difference is it from when I sat in the school, listening to the drone in the class, while my heart counted the rain droplets, to that of sitting at the desk and listening to the rain drops out here? I can only think of one, I was afraid I would get a cane if I stare out of the window and here I sit, staring out, though I do not fear the cane, I cannot quite understand why I cannot jump out of my seat and dance, “Its raining!”. It is a torrent and as the gentle cadence of the raindrops reaches my ears, I write this post and that is the ONLY thing that binds me to this desk. Well, that and the thing that I cannot afford a leave at the beginning of a year. Why, oh, why canno...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional. The incident itself is a creation. Any resemblance to people or to the situations in the real world, is purely coincidental. -------------------------------------------------------- Anne walked in the middle of their dinner and said, “Dad, I need some cash. I plan to go to a trip along with my friends.” “No”, he said. “I need it Dad, I promised I would be there”, she whined. “We cannot afford it Anne”, he replied. He could see her temper flaring and he knew any moment now that the words would flip out. “You are just incapable of taking care of a family. You just do not have the spine to fulfil the needs of the family”, she shouted. He kept quiet and continued having his dinner. Anne was getting all the more frustrated and she finally bellowed, “I need the money.” He concentrated on eating his dinner, ignoring her. Mia was about to say something, but Anne just cut her short, saying, “Oh, dad is doin...

Seeing the one who loves you, weep for you, is one of the most crucifying thing you will ever have to undergo. Especially if that one has a shock that only a mother in the world can endure, the loss of a child, and is barely recovering with the hopes pined on you and you eventually break the news in a tone harsher than it was supposed to come out and the words were tad second late for you to realize you can never take back, you would rather die than go through that humiliation and all for what? For sacrificing your dream and that of everyone round you, doubting if it ever was worth it. And when the fault is partly yours and eventually completely yours, for you chose to walk that path, for you trusted that ONE to do the right thing, shattering the hopes of the people you love, for at some point you realize, you are willing to walk down even the slimiest part of the slum you are walking because the one you chose is walking in that path, because that is the ONLY feasible option left, you ...