Random Ramblings

Sometimes life becomes so boring, especially when we have nothing to do, when sleep eludes us, we don’t want to touch any pending work, when we are already suffering from an overdose of movies , when there is no one around to have a bakar and when we do all kinds of crazy/ weird stuff to keep ourselves occupied. Some of the things which I have been doing of late are listed. It is as boring as it gets, and this list is by no means exhaustive: · Searching Wikipedia for information on millions of things ranging from Mahabharata, Ramayana, and Gods to Chinese cuisine to Statistics of religions in USA to tea gardens blah blah. · Changing my winamp playlist and then deleting most of the added songs. · Searching for useless movie related trivia in some unknown movie. · Calculating for the n th time the marks I shall need to pass the financial management course. · Downloading files from LAN and deleting 97.73% of them, and meanwhile transferrin...

I wish to go back to days when I used to rush back from school eager to tell my mother about the trivialest incident in school. When I used to bombard my dad with millions of when/ where/ how/ why/ whom questions. When I used to cry in school because my shoelace was open. When I used to collect as many unripe mangoes from the tree. When I used to fight with friends after my batting was over, in a hope to get it once again. When I used to flaunt my toys to my friends, and feel jealous of theirs. When I used to feel euphoric after winning a balloon game. When I longed for the moment when I’ll get an ice cream. When I feared that drinking tea will change the color of skin to black. When I used to wait for the recess bell to ring for the Tiffin break, and rush to play ‘lock and key’. When I used to fight with my brother for that slightly larger piece of cake. When I used to shake my teeth anticipating when it will break. When I used to feel proud of knowing alphabet...

The train was about to leave. I stared in the berth opposite to mine. There was a small kid of maybe 9-10 monthes, her cheeks slightly reddish, and he was wrapped in a pink woolen cloth. Maybe it would be apt to call her "gulabi golu". Accompanying her was her mother, a young lady in her 20s, maybe around halfway through, and her "mausi" (mother's sister), who might have been a year or two younger. The kid was cute, and it was no surprise that the ones accompanying the kid were beautiful. In no time I found myself playing with the kid. And meanwhile, I was having glimpses of her mausi and mother. It was probably the first occasion when there was some good looking lady near my seat in a journey. I thought this and smiled, though no one except me was aware why. and, then suddenly, the kids mausi talked to me, "BHAIYA, aap kidhar jaa rahe ho ?" "Kalti !", i thought to myself ...and continued my journey

/*Too philoshophical stuff...*/ Every time I see around me, I see faces full of worry, a face that is sad, a face that angry, a face that is irritated, a face that is worried. Behind the face that smiles often hides something which is not so apparent. Behind the smiling façade are multitudes of layers of worries, fear or anguish. Many of these worried faces are the ones that rue upon wasted chances, or things not going their way, or things which were never under their control, or things that could have been. People do all kinds of things for it – from cribbing endlessly to desperately seeking divine help for a due/ undue favors to indulging in millions of ifs and buts, while many find solace in fact that it was ‘willed’, and they are not in control of whatever happens to them. Though resigned to fate, yet they are still worried about them. But that’s life. Life is not always fair. Not everyone gets what he wants. If everyone gets what he wants, the only thing that will have any co...