Highway on the Ocean Floor..

Today.. All I could think of was the adventures of Marlin and Dory.. Great Barrier Reef to 42, Wallaby Way, Sydeny.. Riding the East Australian Current.. No I was not watching Finding Nemo..

Today, I am traveling through deserted highway which forms the countryside of Rajasthan.. And the terrain curiously reminded of the movie.. Boundless stretches of nothing but sand.. Complete with chains of small hills and dunes.. Peppered with small trees and bushes.. All swaying in harmony as if romancing the wind.. And dancing with the sand.. The unending serpentine smoothness of the highway creeping through the sand dunes.. With rare sight of some other car racing along.. Alas, if the air was a little more dense.. This is what a Highway on the Ocean Floor would have felt like..



My companions tell me, I am a Romantic.. But I wish they saw the beauty which I enjoy..

Moving Out..

One angry summer afternoon..
Four young men came..
Started raiding my home of 2 years..
Stripped everything to the bare walls..
And shipped it out by nightfall..

Quote of the day

Definition of Trust:

Giving someone the authority to destroy you completely and having the faith that they won't do it.

But the question is, what happens when your best friend breaks this trust and the worst part is, he never meant to do it..

The Encounter

Hi..

This post here, is as narcissistic as it gets. Now this is something which really happened yesterday. So here it goes. It has become a daily ritual that there are a couple of young boys and girls sitting at the reception in our institute filling out their admission forms. I got into a casual conversation with a few of them. They probably assumed that I was there for the same reason, the forms. So they started telling me about their experience of CAT and eventually asked me about mine.

It was then that I told them, I am already studying here and not there to fill out the form. Man, that was the moment to be there. Their eyes became a little bigger, mouth opened a wee bit wider and I could feel the awe in their voices. Damn!! It feels good, to know that people envy you because of what you have accomplished. They believe it's an achievement and they respect you for that.

After five months of being in the institute, surrounded by people who have been self driven all their lives. Listening to them aiming far higher. I had started looking only upwards trying to achieve everything and forgot about looking downwards to appreciate all that I have already got. This had driven me to the point where I had really started questioning the purpose of all the hard work we are putting in. When after working all my life, I seemed to have hardly achieved anything. Thanks to those kids, they seem to immediately have put it all again in perspective.

And yes it felt really really good to see the look of appreciation in their eyes.

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Delhi - A Memory

Delhi

Hot, Crowded And Dirty

Thats how i described the capital to my mom on the phone.

I came to delhi on a fine warm June morning to begin a new chapter of my life - MBA

A sweet smelling albeit humid 7am morning, i saw the capital thru a haze.

Thru the haze of Connaught Place...

Thru the haze of The India Gate...

Thru the haze of The Rashtrapati Bhavan

I thought to myself that its only India TV that makes Delhi seem like a hideout of rapists, murderers and kidnappers.

For i saw the capital differently

It actually thrilled me.

Then Ber Sarai happened.

A paradox if there ever was one.

Ber Sarai is a small so called village right beside a place where all the middle class children are slogging and aspiring to be - IIT Delhi

Indian Institute of Technojargon Delhi

I must tell you if you that if you are from some place which is deep in the bowels of India, Delhi wont remain a strange place.

It will be a like a dismal mist that shades your senses and gnawing at your enthusiasm.

Ber Sarai is a place that was specially designed to accumulate filth, dirt and dust.

Every morning I wake up and look out of my window i can swear that the buildings move a few inches closer to mine.

Contributing to the narrow, winding gulleys of this "village".

Its as if they want to squeeze our sorry existence out of them.

SORRY is a word denoting regret or an apology. In Delhi SORRY is a Civilization Lost.

WARMTH denotes mild heat or sharing feelings. In Delhi WARMTH is what you get when you drink a hot tea or a piping cuppa coffee.

Here i'm tempted to quote my friend Prabhat, "Everything in Delhi is extreme" He said it.

I felt and experienced it.

The rain, the heat, the cold.

Thankfully i was forewarned about the cold at least.

Here the cold doesn't chill you.

It penetrates into your being.

I am not exaggerating. Delhi's winters are famous.

One word that comes into my mind as you move from place to place is Capitalism

Such extreme disparities in cultures, wealth and mindsets. Its like an ever expanding rubber band.

How i wish it would just snap back and render equality in Delhi.

I just stand on the road at 7pm and look in the distance.

Endless people in endless cars in endless directions.

All oblivious and honking away to get home.

Only to rush back and honk some more.

Delhi to me is like a movie on fast forward.

Where nobody wants a REWIND or even a PAUSE...

That is why i called it Delhi- A Memory...

This has been posted here again..a copy from the blog of a friend of mine..sagar..