Random Thoughts

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. -------------------------------------------- ...who cannot figure out the plot Emotions are such powerful things. They crawl into our lives and create these crevices that make a perfectly soft soil into a patched barren land. How ironic? Instead of being rich and filled with life because of emotions, the wonderful life becomes barren because of them! Why? Because they are the very cause of disruptions in a perfect life. She looked at herself in the mirror, the aged lines on her face, carefully covered with a concealer, the smile perfected with a lipstick and the tired eyes lit up with a hint of mascara. She looked picture perfect. She gave an angelic smile and the reflection in the mirror gave her a smile too, that warmed her heart. She took her Gucci and walked down the stairs. S...

Sometimes in life, there are paths that lead away from our heart. We follow that path and walk through the serenity and embrace the anonymity of the new path. We walk along that path in the hope of finding something. That something is not always quantitative. But, first, why choose the new path? Because, good old same road is boring and new path promises more. And despite everything life taught us, we still believe that promise. As we walk along that new path, we ponder once in a while, to go back. Of course, that is only natural, given that, everything new has a sense of risk and the comfort of the known walls is better than the luxury of the unknown. Yet, we persevere, until we hit a road block. As it happens in life, every path will have a stumble and a road block. Just to make the journey interesting. Now, here comes the tricky path. How to move forward from that road block? It seems so easy to turn back and walk into the comfort zone. Yet, few brave venture to cross the road block...

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. --------------------------------------------   She felt like the prettiest girl on the planet, when he looked at her that way. When his hands touched her, she shivered in reverence at that delicate touch. When he fed her, his kindness melted into her, making her weak in her knees. When he dressed her up, she felt that she is the luckiest girl on the planet. She did not care that she was in a glass cage, she did not care that she would never get to know anything beyond the glass cage. She was content watching him every single moment of her life. She was content to be taken in hand and trimmed to shape and made weak in her knees. She knew that he cared for her, she construed that to be love. And she was happy. One day, she was taken to the outside, into the garden. He was holdin...

It seems like a dull day. Not that the place is dull or that the morning is dull, it is all bright and sunny and warm, just a right day to play a sport or walk around with friends or just hang out or read a book or do anything other than procrastinating. And it is not that I do it often, but I got up this morning with a dull ache in my heart, for some reason. Perhaps this is what people call being home sick. I never realized I am that sort of a person. New place excites me a lot. I love to meet new people, I love to explore the surroundings, I love the independence that comes with being alone in a strange place. I feel it to be an opportunity to see how I fare and how I react to the situations. But, this time it seems different. Walking around the Mississippi river, along the bridge gave me a reminder of one other experience I had, the one that made me an altogether different person, the one that exposed a different side of me to myself, the one where I was carefree and enjoyed the cha...

There is something absolutely thrilling when a dream comes true. I am here, in USA and it is unbelievable. The journey to the place was tiring, but it did not take much time for me to adjust, thanks to being aware of the ordeal. How I came to be here is a different story, but being here definitely makes me feel the excitement of a ten year old kid about to go to a circus! Minneapolis is a beautiful place. On the offset, it does not look secure or safe, but, beneath all those gory feelings, the place is absolutely gorgeous, with its lovely surroundings and amazing buildings. My first take of the place is that it is extremely beautiful, albeit reserved in its welcome to strangers! And for the record, public transport in the US is really sad and bad. From an ecological perspective, it would save a ton of petrol/diesel/gas if the transport in the US improves. Just saying.And ofcourse, the rent is exorbitant, but that comes with not knowing the place. Leaving out the mundane details aside, ...

Glad that this is my 200th post in this blog :)..... Its curtain time for the most enchanting series I have witnessed. Harry Potter turns Happy Potter as he embraces his destiny and leaves me a little sad. I am super excited and super thrilled to be watching it on the first day and undoubtedly will watch again. I have not yet stepped into the Cinemas and I have not seen a single trailer, for I want the first hand impression of the grand finale of the one fantasy movie I would love to watch over and over again. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson have clutched to the strings of my heart and I will be sad to not see them as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and I am sure that their future movies shall hold their enthralling performances, but I shall always remember them for their roles in this fantasy series. Time does not fly when I want it to fly, darn… And I am back, after watching Harry Potter finale and boy, was it brilliant? It had everything, and amazingly the grim tone of the situa...

I have tried so hard to put into words, the swarm of thoughts running through my head these days. But, I realized, the more I force myself to sit, the more antagonistic they become. They hide themselves in a corner, refusing to come out, despite the threats of never giving them company, ever. And then I realized, with twitter and facebook, my thoughts have learnt to become miniature versions of themselves and that I have little patience to sit and write a word or two about anything. There are stories that whisper themselves in my ears every now and then, those that are sweet, those that are horrific, those that are a work-in-progress. Yet, when I sit to string those words together, they refuse to form a coherent thought. Now, I sit on my bed, wondering what I can do, to open myself up. There was a time when writing was a solace. There was a time when reading was a comfort. There was a time, I could spring up a thought at my whim and go on about it. Currently, though, I see myself as a ...