Why we are like this

We prayed to almighty in summer for rain but when it rains heavily, we take out our umbrella rather enjoying in rain. Human mind does not know what they want and they do not know what summer rain means. We talk about unity in diversity but when it comes to our city, our place we praised our city like heaven rather praising about our nation. Therefore, nation is big or city is big. Still a mystery for me. We told our children’s do what you want to do in life but when it comes to chose career. We want our children’s to become engineer or doctor rather thinking about what they really want to do in life. Then a tragedy happens in child life and he does not know where he will going to land up after 12 years of education. 

We say love is all about emotions and two people who love each other should marry but reality is different. True lovers do not meet and we end up marrying each other lovers. Human dilemma increases when two lovers of same sex start loving each other. I do not know what is wrong in this. There life, there decision why whole world is behind them. Let them do what they want to do in life. We say change is constant but when change took place, we always resist. This happens everywhere (from organisation to a newly married couple) and at every age. 

Our whole life keeps on changing starting from our childhood stage to old age and knowingly or unknowingly, we keep on changing. Resistant came in early stage but in later stage it became a habit. Human mind enjoy habit. Whether is drinking habit or love making habit. Change is still a mystery for many. Difficult to solve but sadly everyone knows the answer of this mystery. My biggest question is why we are like this. Does anybody have the answer? 

one year over but still rocking...

Finally one year of MBA got over and Iam able to turn the page this time with my own destiny written on it. Let me start with my journey from Bangalore. Time spend in Bangalore was great, full of excitement and full of energy. I still remember how I spend my first salary by buying a camera and some gifts for my mother. My passion for photography was at its  peak when I bought my camera and I discover lots of things thanks to my camera. Still remember how I used to go and meet my Bengali friends on weekends and my initial talks with one of my close friends sitting in the Middle East.

Next chapter of my life is sad and I think Iam only responsible for this to happen. It started with Chennai. What to say about this city Full of challenges but a great learning for me. It started with tamil teryadde to tamil kunjam kunjam and rest is history. I spend my best time in this place. I never thought of coming to this place in my dreams also but it happened. Meet some of my best buddies once again and some life time friends also. Still remember how I drunk first time and after effect of drinking.

I went to Pondicherry 6 times in just a short span of 3 months. One time by bike also. The place is great. French people and reflection of French culture I can see in and around the Pondicherry. However, the story here was different I was not in love with French girl I was in love with a Tamil girl and that is strange. I never dream of falling in love with any Tamil girl.

Men’s love always ends in tears and my love was not an exceptional case. With tears in my eyes, I said goodbye to her, and it happened on 17^th September 2011 (Most memorable one and most hatred one also). In the end I said my last goodbye to Chennai but my soul still roams in streets of Pondicherry and Chennai.

Meanwhile destiny had something else written for me. Lost my job but meet some of the good friends from around the globe. Learned guitar and photography came to know real passion, which was hidden in me.

Time was tough for me but there were some friends of mine whom I really want to say thanks. Not one time but million times. List is long and endless but you people deserve this. You people made my trip a wonderful trip. Hope to meet you soon.

 Phir Milenge I said to myself.

Exploring new destiny

This time emotions was different. It had been a long time since I touch the land where I actually belong but thanks to destiny, I was able to touch the land where I actually belong. Welcome to the place of kings, Welcome to the Land of Lucknow. It was past 12 and I need to catch a crowded train for my new place and a new destiny. My mind went back to the past and I realize something is missing. Then I realise Iam alone and I love my loneliness.

My first priority in the train is to get a window seat so that I can enjoy the outside scenery. This time I was lucky to get a window seat. My mind went back to the past and I can recall my memories when I used to go with my parents. Still remembers how my mother used to cook food for all of us and used to serve me first. I was missing those moments. Land was same, the air was blowing I can relax inside but land was not meeting the sky. It was like Romeo and Juliet doesn't meet each other and both are waiting for the world to end.

It was late night when I reached Lucknow. Therefore, I decided to take a hotel. I can smell the beauty of wine, it seems I become a drunker but later I realized that this is not the right time to drink. Sometime IPL can make your mood and when it comes to shewag batting you don’t want to miss it. Sixes after sixes and I was enjoying his batting.

I wake early in the morning to explore the new city or rather I will say a dream city for Uttar Pradesh people. It was good to see children going to school and I was again in the past when I used to go to school with my dad. I was smiling alone. I found other changes also like construction of new bridges, schools and cleaner roads. I was surprised to see the opening of new liquors shops in and around the city. I was thinking might be this place will beat one day Bangalore in drinking habits.

Sun was its peak and it was my time to take lunch. I went to Hazartganj (Famous place in Lucknow). This place is famous for its Non veg food. This place is somehow resembles Connaught place of New Delhi. This place is famous for its showrooms, which includes both garments and others branded one also. List is long and endless. I was hungry and I ordered a non veg dish. I cannot describe its taste. Speechless I was in that situation. It was something that I have never eaten from long time and I was loving it.

Afternoon turned into evening and evening into night and it was my time to say goodbye to Lucknow and time to sleep with taste of wine in my mind. Phir Milenge I said to myself. 

Masala dosa, Rain and emotions

Don’t cry maddy  we will going to miss you said Ashwin Sree Kumar Nair.

That was the last conversation, which ended in tears. I will going to miss ASB and my classmate but soon they will become nostalgia for me and maybe for most for us also. My soul will going to remain in ASB Corridor only.

With tears in my eyes, I bored down at Bangalore station. It was raining heavily on that day 19^th April 2011.It seems rain was also crying with me and saying last goodbye to me. With around five bags and one guitar with me, it was difficult for me to carry. Then suddenly I saw men he was short, black in color and he came to me and ask that he can carry my luggage and he will going to charge me around 100 bucks for 4 bags. Good deal done I said to myself. I was behind him and it seems to me that he was running but I cannot beat him in the chase.

The best thing about the south Indian railway platform is that platforms are well maintained and well cleaned and the same thing applies to Bangalore platform. The day was very different from other days because Iam leaving this place forever as a student. My mind went to past time and I start thinking about my past when I entered ASB with different emotions that day also I cried because I left home forever and this day I also cried because I left ASB forever and ever. Then suddenly my silence was broken by Coolie and he asked me will you like to eat something. I can bring for you. I was hungry and I told him ok bring me a dosa I will adjust in 100 rupees. Iam hopeful that this dosa will be good in taste as compare to ASB Dosa .Oops Iam again back in past.

After 10 minutes, he bought me a dosa and within a one or two minute, I finished my dosa.I was just standing beside him and thinking about my new life and new challenges which I need to face from now onwards. Then I saw coolie want to ask something from me.

He was a typical Indian coolie. Beard, thin and little bit muscular also. He asked me about what I have done. I told him Iam an MBA. While talking to him I can see the eagerness and excitement in his eyes. This is the same type of eagerness, which a small child felt when he opens his eyes first time in his life. I can feel that excitement and eagerness in his voice. He was full of confidence. Then I do not know what happen to me I asked about his life.

He starts telling me about his life. He was born in a poor family and was a Muslim by religion and he is having a wife and one son. He knows four languages of south India and Hindi also and when he says that I do not drink and do not smoke, I can feel that he is a true Muslim. Then he asks me about how much you have paid for your MBA. Strange question but I need to answer. He told me that he wants his son to get a government job and some better work also. He told me he was around 50 now and because of age, he is having a problem in the eyes. I sympathize with him but cannot help him. Then my phone rang Vikas called me one of my best friends. He asked me do you need something to eat. I told him to bring me one dose. Then again, he started telling his story and his struggle with life. I felt bad. I can see the pain in his eyes and tears, which want to roll from his eyes. I try to control my emotions also.

15 minutes later Vikas came with Masala dosa. I was hungry but I remind myself that I have already eaten a dosa some half an hour back. Then I do not know what happen to me maybe it is some inertia or emotions, which force me, and I have given my Masala dosa to coolie.

What I really felt at that time is difficult to define. I become emotional for a poor person and may be more than that and not able to control myself. He said thanks to me and I can see the happiness in his eyes and in the end, I also felt happy and overwhelmed and this is how my story ended with Masala dosa. 

In the end I said thanks to rain and Bangalore. 

festivals of colors in my own way................................

Festival of colors Holi is calling me. I will going to celebrate this festival of colors after 3 years of long gap. I don’t know much importance of holi in Hindus life but one thing I know that it will bring a feeling which is difficult to understand and difficult to define. I still remember my good old days of school time when I used to celebrate holi with my sister. I still remember how she used to throw water balloons on me  and in return I used to throw colours on her and some time she used to shout on me and then she used to chase me until she rub colors on my sweet little cheeks. Those were best days of my life in terms of celebrating holi and similarly several years passed on and on and then I grown up and everything got changed. So now I celebrate this festival in different way now I shout as much as I can and do all type of drama which I can. I  know this should not be done but it is just for few hours not more than that and there is nothing wrong in doing what you want to do in your life..I still remember how I celebrated last time with my school friends some of them are my  best buddies since childhood stage  and we do all type of shouting on the streets I shout as much as I can. This is how I celebrate holi. My holi, maddy mercury holi. Iam Just waiting for tomorrow.

Beauty of sea

Here come the waves,

Here come the Sun,

Here Sky had no limit,

Here hope had no limit,

Here beauty is endless,

Here life is Endless,

Here love is endless,

Yes Iam in love with the 

Beauty of sea………………….

"It is better for a girl to sleep a hundred years and be kissed and awakened by the right prince than to stay awake and be kissed a hundred times by the wrong frog". 

Choosing the right person for you isn't just about the way a person looks physically, but it is about their mental and spiritual characteristics as well, if not more. People tend to jump into a relationship too fast just because a person may look a certain way, or because a person may be financially stable, and learn quickly that this person may not necessarily be the right person for them. Choosing the right person is nowhere near an easy task to accomplish but it can be done. 

In order to make sure the person you are with is the right person for you make sure that first of all the person is on the same level as you spiritually. A spiritual connection is one of the deepest bonds you may share with someone and without it it may be very difficult to overcome hard times together. Also make sure that the person you are with is happy with who you are, and isn't trying to change you. If the person you are with is trying to turn you into someone else, then in most cases they just need to be with someone else more in tune with their desires. Also look for someone who is going to stay by your side no matter what, a person that doesn't have your back in minor situations probably won't in major situation