The Quotient of Greatness.

Almost 4 years ago, I was nothing that I am now. Heck, I was nothing. A confused student of finance, an actor in college drama with no future. And going though a phase where I needed income to remove some pressure from ‘la familia’. I was still given freedom of a year to do a course or learn a skill that made me job-ready. But the pressure was still visible.

I was looking for the right courses that were a cross between reputed & cheap. It was obviously not easy. And side-by-side I was also hunting for an internship or a part-time source of income. Continue reading

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October Rain

It’s October. And it is hot as ever.
the clouds line up, a cool breeze gives a faint whisper. Loud enough to give a twitch on your lips, but mild enough to not make you close your eyes.

You ignore the feeling and get on with your life and then it hits you. A drop that wakes up your entire body. Continue reading

Tequila

There’s music playing. But not the kind that you’re used to hearing.
The music of wind that touches your skin on a hot night.
The feeling of your hyper senses calming down after a relaxing walk by the beach.
The fire that you feel in your chest after the first shot of tequila. Continue reading

Reflect

When the sun sheds its light on you, tearing through the darkness of pain and turmoil… It shows you hope. It gives you warmth. But if you get too comfortable, if you start taking it for granted, it shows its real prowess.

Its strength, which has the power to perish all those it sources. The flower that it helps bloom can also wither away in its wrath. It has the power to pave the way to a lost soul and even to blind the mightiest of warriors. Continue reading

4am friend

Advice. Something as unused as a comb with a bald man. You feel you know someone so well that you have the answers to all their problems. What if what you think are problems are not really that for them?

But then if you know the other person well enough, you do get a good judgement of what’s good or bad for them.

Sometimes I wonder if two best friends are two people who try to make each other exactly like themselves. You catching my drift? I help you solve your problems my way, you help me solve mine your way. Continue reading

Broken out of the world…

Then there are days when your mind thinks like this…

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This world we live in…

It restricts us.
It controls us.

We’re puppets without anybody pulling the strings. We are lost souls looking out for things we think we love. But it’s all an influence. An unreliable influence.

Anybody with any power tries to control those who are powerless.

We’re all sheep, man. And we are guided by sheep in wolves’ clothing.

We’re all living in an idea. Someone elses idea, somebody we don’t know. But we do it. Call it peer pressure, but then who gave your peer that right?

A teacher without a student is not a teacher.

We’re all lead by false ideals. We’ve seen so much that we dislike. We fall in love with the things we hate the least. Is that an option? Is that your idea of free will?

We’re all equals, man. We just don’t know it.

 

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Time off.

When you get that split second of blankness in your mind when you’re in the middle of two thoughts and you feel that your head is heating up… You need a break. (either that or it’s a medical condition)

A break is easy to take, just ask at your workplace to get a couple of (or more) days off, sort some work out in advance so that your absence is not felt and a couple of people you can count on to cover for you if need be. Unless you’re on probation, or you just blatantly suck at what you do, you wouldn’t be declined.

Challenge: Convincing folks in office why you need the time-off and how you’ll make up for it. Continue reading

Read between the lines

When I wake up I think of you.
When I sleep I’m worried about thinking of you in the morning.
When I forget about you I’m reminded. When I remember, I wish I had forgotten. Continue reading

Piku; Relationshits and what not.

Piku is a story of a girl whose father basically didn’t give a shit. Figuratively and Literally. Continue reading