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Remembering…Missing…Dad…

Please forgive a personal and less than jolly  blog, but my dad has been on my mind recently. Year upon year now have slipped quietly past since I last held him… last told him I loved him…. said a final goodbye. They say that time heals all wounds, but I’m not so sure. Perhaps it does apply a soft lens and some sepia tones to ones memories. There are certain times and life events during which the absence of loved ones is most acutely felt. Wedding, Festivals and the Birth of a child I’ve found rank high among these. So at this joyous time of New Year, please indulge me a very brief sad moment. It’s just that I do so wish my father could be with us… could see us all… hold us… kiss us. Please don’t feel you must read all of this. I’m really writing it for myself and for my family &; my siblings who would never get to meet Grandpa. I’m not saying my father was a saint, he was as flawed and human as any man.He was also always always slightly bigger than life. Perhaps that’s t

A LIFE AGAIN TO LIVE..............

Hello  This is my first attempt on writing something in form of a story and that too a fiction, hope you like the same and continue to follow the blogs. All content below is purely a piece of fiction and doesn't resembles anyone living or dead.  While reading you may feel this is turning out to be a story of a Bollywood flick, but my humble request to you is read this as this has a message which need to be absorb in our life.  Thanks Again  Adi... _____________________________________________________________________ " Life is precious when it gives lemons but becomes hell when it crush the 'fruits' bestowed upon you." It is story of a young boy, which could have been a tale with grace of almighty, but turn out to be real through the hands of misfortune. Taking birth in a typical Indian middle class family was the first injustice done to 'Vitraag'. A family that has roots fixed in cruel customs believed that the new member has arrive on

REJECTION- A PART OF LIFE.............................

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.” – Martin Luther King, Jr. "A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be. This is the need we may call self-actualization… It refers to man's desire for fulfillment… to become everything that one is capable of becoming…” - Dr. Abraham Maslow It happens to the best of us. When we least expect it and sometimes for unfair reasons and no reasons at all. My whole life has been teaching me a lesson in rejection whether it be from my love life or my career who told me I would never be able to fit into the shoes as an HOD – they all had one thing in common. I have found that rejection says more about the person or group you cannot be apart of than you, yourself as the human that you are. That was a hard lesson to learn and a hard thing to accept but this past, quarter when I did my outlook started to c

AN EXPERIENCE OF DEPRESSION.............

It’s morning. I try to open my eyes as I lay in bed, but really I just want to leave them closed. Merely trying to peel open my eyelids feels like it takes a supreme amount of energy that I just can’t find anywhere in my body. So I’ll leave them closed. And my bed is so comfortable, I just want to sink deeper into the mattress and pull the covers over me. Sleep feels so good. I can get up later. Maybe I’ll call in sick today, I just need a day. It’s afternoon now. If I don’t get out of bed soon, I’m going to lose the whole day. Ugh…why do I do this to myself? There are so many things I need to get done, and all I’m doing is laying in bed all day. Okay, I’m going to push myself out of bed.  Standing beside my bed, it’s calling me back in. Maybe just today I can use the day in bed? Oh wait, look at the TV over there. Maybe I should just go to the couch and catch up on TV. That sounds great…I can nuzzle up in the corner of the couch with a blanket and watch a couple of episodes

SUCH A STRONG LOVE....................

The natural course of relationship is downstream, unless you are intentional about paddling against the current.  Even the best relationship will get stuck in too much distance or too much intensity and blame. This article wont be about me or my LIFE, its about these  TWO amazing human being  whom I know and their relationship :)  This blog would talk about how my friends Mr D & Ms J feels about each other and if given a chance to express the same through Blog this would be the way they would do it .... {At-least I think this would be the way .... :P, Ms J would give me review if I was able to interpret there feelings or not :) as she would be the only one who would read this} Ms J's Feelings :- ( Have tried to pen it down as if she is writing :P )   WONDERWOMAN &  SUPER MAN  I always used to feel so incredibly strong. I knew I was fine on my own, that I could fix almost anything and even if there was something I couldn’t fix, I would always find a wa

SEARCH FOR UNKNOWN & REALISATION OF A DREAM .......…

Most beautiful thing about dreams is, turning them into a reality. In many ways, Search for the Unknown is just that. A dream, and a never ending quest to turn into a reality. To find where and whom I belong to, and then, just belong. Journey to the Unknown is filled with realization of dreams and truths, coming face to face with worst of fears and peaks of emotions. As I begin journey in the Search for the Unknown, this time I realize a long standing dream. A dream or a vision if you will, to do something, which had been lingering in my mind for past several years and only now, I will be making my first attempt at realizing it and beginning a process, which is sure to change the way I work and be known to the world.  This time I dont want to be that guy who made a ppt and which would be presented by somebody else to the board and he/she takes the credit.  To begin on a path, I have dreamt of, yet, only taken baby steps towards it, until now. ..................................

WHAT WERE WE AFRAID OF LOSING?.......

What were we afraid of losing? I know I was afraid of losing her. I was afraid I would be hurt Now I treat words like falling leaves, not a sharp knife. When I have no words to counter the barrage from her I leave the room. Sometimes I stay and make faces at her I let him fight with me. Because that is love Love slicing through silence like curtains pulled suddenly. Too much sunlight makes us wince Sometimes the view distracts us. Why are you fighting with me, she says You know why I am fighting with you, I say. We fight because the silence stifles us We fight to find out if we are still friends. I fold some fights in the pages of time Letting them mature over years. By the time I bring them out between us Some of them have become stories to tell. Sometimes we start fighting as soon as we meet As if we must accelerate everything. There isn’t time for everything So lets get straight to the point, lets fight to keep us together.