There is something so beautiful about Crossing a road. A brief Interim before you reach your Destination. Your destination could be work, study or that long due Bladder emptying ritual. There is something fascinating when you watch somebody cross the road. That moment of vulnerability when the layers fall off, when the pretenses evaporate, when you are just a moving mass of protoplasm trying not get hit by a 1 tonne truck. That time when the wild in you takes ove...

Self Imprisonment?Imagine a person leads the perfect life, would one ever really live? Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Maybe our mistakes are what truly make us. Without them what would shape or lives.? Perhaps if we NEVER veered off course, we couldnt fall in love, get dumped, realize we were selfish at times, move beyond the cosmetic shallowness of our society and instead become our own jailers- one cuff at a time? If we led a perfect life would we e...

There is this unique feeling to being 24 apart from the unbeatable Orgasms.Its this feeling of Invincibility that envelop our daily crests and troughs.I didnt experience this when I was 19 or 16.Only now.At 24 i dont know what I cant do.At 21 I didnt know what I could do.The music seems sweeter.The friends seems better.The world is just a thought away.I finally get it .There is this air of optimism that pervades my daily narrative.I obviously presume this affects...

‎"If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?-Hillel the elder.There is this ethereal beauty to Death.Once we move beyond the initial apprehensions, it is like, Steve Jobs said "the best thing to happen to us".I mean we know it will eventually happen,so whats all the drama about anyway?Death isnt just physical.Death according to me could be manifold.The death of aspirations,of hopes,of expecta...

God Exists! In the millions of smiles that follow tears, in the billions of breaths that we all take, in the wonderful music we create out of silence, in the teasing smells of our markets God exists. In the hugs of friends and mothers,in the proud glances of fathers, in the wagging of a Dog's tail, in the satisfied gasps of a lover God exists. In the millions of temples, mosques, monastries, In the battlefields ,In the stars, In the soil god exists. In the cries ...