Ctrl-Alt-Del (Rinse…repeat!)

They say when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. Then they also say tough times don’t last, tough people do. (When the going gets tough, the tough gets going, remember?) Then the line – what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, came through.
I say, when all of the above fails, press the magic button of CTRL-ALT-DEL in your head.
This button introduced by Microsoft actually has a classic connotation to it if one chooses to delve deep. You recall how easy it is to operate a defaulted system which posed a ‘syntax error’ once you press this magic button? Same extended logic, nothing else. And here’s how -
1) CONTROL your emotions (Let the head do the job. The heart can keep bickering).
2) Pick the right ALTERNATIVES (Trash is no alternative. You’d rather hang yourself or even jump into the Indian Ocean). Choice and discretion are conferred upon humans as differentiators from fellow animals, right?
3) And DELETE the unwanted crap (crap is unwanted, I know. Just mentioned it for the sake of assertiveness) in your life. (Take a garbage bag. Particularly the black one. Dump the crap, tie it up and watch the shit go in the CLEAN UP VAN)
Remember - To err is being human and to err repeatedly is being a moron.
Trust me it’s easier done than said! (Yeah, you heard me right).

 

One more year gone in a jiffy!

 MMXIV was a mixed bag. Some good, some bad, some great and some worst. Overall experiential. Very experiential.
Some moments live with you forever. I was lucky to get a handful of those. Moments that give you a different sort of a HIGH. A lot new feats achieved, that too some single-handedly. And some with collective team effort. New friends for life. Friends who would stick around with you like crabs. Just like the HIGHs, there were all time LOWs. The year started off with excruciating pain (in the true sense of the term). Keep assuming and do not ask me what it was!
As usual, the work front gave me more than 100% satisfaction (Many rub it in by saying I’m married to my work, so be it – ha ha ha) – Emotional laurels came along from the mortals who mattered and that meant a lot.
At home, things were different for a change. New challenges were confronted head on. New recipes of home tricks were tried and voila, they worked.
Social life was unexpectedly good. So no regrets on that front as well. The “exploratory mode” made it extra special.
Socially & professionally – all obligations, deadlines, milestones, expectations and timelines were met to a near perfection. I would rate this year to be 8/10 (that’s almost a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ rating now *APPLAUSE*)
And yes, the stress factor was equally supportive to play a vital role amidst all this action. It tried to keep pace with all the excitement. Mind it, I said tried. But yes, WELL-TRIED!
Now if I look back, MMXIV was actually action-packed and awesome to sum it up in one word. So a big bow to all those who have been a part of my 365!
God is good, ain’t He?
Whilst MMXIV was an experiential year overall, it did end on a sad note with the confirmed news of #AirasiaCrash  - Lets hope for peace and liberation for all the 162 ill-fated souls. Not to forget, the mysterious disappearance of #MH370 and the explosion of #MH17 will also leave their ugly scars in this year.  May the Force be with the departed souls and their families and hope MMXV rings in the required peace of mind in the lives of the families of the departed. Amen.

#ThatAwkwardMoment, when you own everything but nothing belongs to you…

Life is an antithesis!
There comes a time in life when you are faced with paradoxical situations. Situations that leave you undecided and handcuffed. For instance, imagine a girl in a serious relationship with a poor guy. She knows for sure that the guy will hold her hand till death does them apart. She also knows the grim reality that she will have to lead the life of a below-average individual. There will be times she might have to go to sleep hungry. There may be times her child may have to undergo the rigours of the bad world. Whilst the overall picture seems rosy, reality has something else in store. Present (read: true love) may be a short term gift here, but future (read: security) is a mystery in the true sense of the term.
Now imagine this girl is packed off to wealthy family. There might be umpteen difficulties (read: teething issues) in the beginning. The fear of the unknown devil, so to say. But what lies ahead is a clear path of wins, thereby leaving less to chance and luck. Reality is expected and welcome. Reality here, does not bite. The risk then? Well, true love (which apparently makes the world go round) is a question mark.
These situations are like pimples. When you try and treat them, they become even more sore and hurt more.
Best is to ignore them. They usually overstay their welcome and wade off in good time. Rather than passing off precious moments in speculation and anticipation, celebrate the status-quo and jump the gun when the time is right and ripe, because the universe conspires to get you to things you aspire.

Shadowishful thinking :)

A shadow is an imposter. An imposter of us. It’s a dark and represents a rough patch. It sticks to us only during the day. Its a friend during good, bright and sunny times.

How true! Likewise, wishes are like shadows. They are on an all time high during good times. They sink deep down our hearts when we we become a victim to circumstances.

Its interesting to note that when we chase a wish, it goes farther away. Just like a shadow. But, the minute we turn our back to the same wish, it ends up chasing you. Again, just like a shadow.

A piece of peace!

We, Indians, are busy folks. We love to saddle ourselves with work and then crib about every bit of it. At the same time, some of us are busy doing nothing. But the cribbing continues.
How many times have we said this to ourselves – “God, gimme a break”
Why can’t we give God a break? That poor Creator also deserves a break, before He breaks! We rave and rant so much so that we end up abusing peace by breaking it into pieces. Sad, but true that!
Peace is sublime and an ethereal state. At the same time, it’s very relative. Some mortals get peace by by burning their blood & sweat. Others get peace by watching others burn their blood and sweat. Either way, peace is abused. Because the Creator cannot keep changing the definitions of peace as per the whims and fancies of us, lesser mortals. He will break one day, dammit.
So let’s shut our respective traps. In our own selfish interest, give the Creator the peace He deserves. Allow His creative juices to flow. Help Him create / recreate jewels and / or masterpieces, which is now a thing of the past. Which will in turn help us mortals to spare the horror of putting up with more and more delinquent and demented mortals. See, we Indians, somewhere find a selfish motive. Here’s to that, then?

 

Gravity is underrated

Do we realise that everything and anything under the sun and in the purview of the universe is actually ruled by gravity? If we do realise, do we acknowledge?

So ponder this:
The bed on which we wake up every morning – the cup of tea we pour with pride and cherish - the seamless shower – the vehicle we drive to take on the world – the conference room where the eggheads of the world meet and greet one another – the stage which the artists set on fire every time they play a favourite number – the political campaigns that happen with much aplomb for personal aggrandisement under the garb of service to the nation – the same bed that we hit every night after a tiring days work – almost every damn thing in the world!
Even babies are produced with gravity being the driving force!
A thankless job indeed as it relentlessly and religiously proves its prowess by mere silence.
Gravity does keep us grounded (fun and pun intended).
It is a force that is here to stay as long as the earth continues to be a magnet!

Silhouettes in the mind are clearer than they appear

The business of the mind is like no ones business. It thinks, assumes, presumes, pictures, recalls, rejoices, saddens, weeps. Rinse. Repeat.

Does not sleep, rest or die.
A relentless 24/7 self-driven ecosystem on the auto-mode.
All images it clicks, stores and reproduces are more than 300 dpi resolution. All videos are higher than HD quality. Better than any of the sought after DSLRs!

The approach towards life is such – it’s always outward-in and not inward out. Introspection is a far cry! Whattay condition!
We picture ourselves to be what we want to be perceived. And not what we are. When will we have the gall to do the reverse? Will we ever?
When will we do what we love? Or are we content loving what we do?

Clutching the accelerator!

Too many lessons. Rightfully so, too many learnings. Life teaches. And it teaches practical stuff. Raving, ranting and cribbing will go on. Some lessons (or incidents) get etched in memory for a lifetime. And we all take a lifetime to grow up. As long as we realise, we are good.

Life is a lot like the accelerator-clutch balance. The key is not to move back (or look back) or stop while navigating an uphill road (read: task)

Expecting life to be perfect is like expecting only the white hair in your head to fall. Precisely why life is also compared to an ECG. It’s ups and downs mean you are alive and kicking butts! So, to put it crudely – Life is a lot like toilet paper. You are either on a roll or taking shit from an asshole!

And expecting life to be fair to you always is a criminal offence. Mortals will be good to you only at your funeral. #PlissNote!

So the long and short of it is LIVE IT or LEAVE IT, but if you choose to LIVE IT, then LOVE IT too :)

Addicted to Mumbai!

From Salvations and Sins,

To Losses and Wins.

From Tributes and Turbulence,

To Poverty and Opulence.

From Goodness and Sorrows,

To Hopes on Tomorrows.

From Temples and Chimes,

To Bombs and Crimes.

From Brits and Princehood,

To Banters and Bollywood.

From Towns and Thickets,

To Sports and Cricket.

This city has been there, done that!

An ode to this fine town, which has stood through all odds and stands up to its BOMBA(Y)STIC name (OKAY, MUMBAI)

 

Har Ek Second Naya Hota Hai!

An introspection as to why we celebrate the beginning of an end or the end of a beginning?

A new year for sure, but the same old months. A good 365 days to deal with. Typically the 'old wine in a new bottle' syndrome. With the advent of one more year, its that time, when you tell yourself 'I will eat less, work more and work out even more'. Well, yes. Year ends. Hopes don't. Because every second is unique. Make it special.

We love to live in the moment as long as we are in love with that moment. Make every second your own, be it good, bad or ugly. The good lingers, the bad teaches and the ugly reminds you joy and woe are woven fine.

But to our greatest misfortune, this too shall pass. Oops. One more year gone. In a jiffy. What just happened?