Life's a play.. I'm the director

Today has been quite a disheartening day in my Facebook life. It is Mothers' Day and everybody showered their love publicly on their mothers. Some changed their profile pictures to their childhood pictures with their mother, some tagged their mothers and wished them a happy mothers' day and the likes. All good. As the day passed, the posts started turning into essays. They started becoming longer than needed. Some even came with a collage of pictures of their mothers. And then started a whole series of posts that started out as bothersome, but slowly and eventually became quite disturbing. These posts basically were kids and grown men and women my age, saying 'thank you' to their mothers for sacrificing food when it was not enough for the number of people at the table, it was a 'thank you' for their mother who stayed awake worrying about them when they were out partying, it was a 'thank you' for making them chai when they were studying. Do you see whe

Twenty Four Hours to go. In the next twenty four hours, we would have completed another set of 365 (this time, 366) days. Companies in Saudi Arabia would have closed their books. Pubs would have begun stocking up on their alcohol. The planet would have completed another tiring revolution around the sun. And I, I would be waiting for each second to pass.  I usually write this day's account in my diary- the 31st of December, every year. But, this one..this year, has been special. It wasn't the everyday year. It has been a special one, in every sense of the word. I call it special not because I had a ball every single day of the year. Special, because after 22 years of my existence, I finally feel like I know myself. As if, someone had just wiped off the mist on the mirror to make the reflection seen. The reflection..it’s not a blur any more. The ambiguity that comes with knowing one's self has almost, as if, disappeared. I still don’t know what my purpose or calling is

It has been more than a year since I've made absolutely any contribution to my blog. So, if there is anybody, any single person in any corner of the world that follows/at least reads my blogs, I'm sorry for having kept you waiting. I don't quite know the exact reason why I haven't written anything. May be, it was just a writer's block or may be, I was so stuck in my life that I couldn't make time for it or even, may be, because I didn't find anything intriguing enough. One more reason and I think this is the real one, could be that I had started writing a short story around two years ago, and I never got to finish it. I just couldn't find the perfect ending. If you're a writer(!?!), you'd understand the disappointment. Whatever the reason was, I couldn't bring myself to write anything all these days. However, I do keep writing in my mind. All the time. More or less like J.D. from 'Scrubs'(A doc intern who narrates his own life to h

Yesterday, while I was driving past Ameerpet, I saw a bunch of kids in rugged old clothes staring at the sky, amused. They had such wonderful, excited smiles, I couldn’t help but notice. When I saw what they were looking at, a big smile made place for itself on my face. It was a jet plane! Oh, as a kid, I used to get so excited seeing a jet leave its white trail in the blue sky. As a matter of fact, I still do. That’s when it struck me how important childhood is. And a rush of thoughts came to mind as I rode till Parade Grounds. (Ameerpet… Child marriage and child labor are definitely wrong. They're wrong because they steal away a person’s childhood and make them form impressions of life that are hard to let go of; Because, for a child, innocence is most important and if that is lost, she can neither learn nor understand anything that life teaches. But how about making children go to so-called schools that make them study from 8AM to 8PM? Isn’t that like telling them, ‘I do

They say, failure teaches us lessons- Lessons of endurance, lessons of not giving up, lessons of not worrying about it, and lessons of being happy. It teaches, but do we learn? You guessed it. I failed. And, for some reason this time, I’m kind of happy about it. I’m a CA student, by the way. I had written an exam a couple of months back, and got the news of failing it the second time a couple of days back. After working hard for oh-so-many days and going through all kinds of books, the result was failure. Anyway, I was attending/volunteering a students’ seminar when the results were released. At first, I was really shocked. Like, really really! I didn’t feel like talking to anybody, but I did want somebody to talk to me. However, just to inform all the ‘related parties’, I sent a text message saying ‘I flunked’. Different people gave different reactions. One thought (from my indifferent tone) that it didn’t really bother me, and said, “you anyway don’t seem like you’re

10.00 pm I hear some noises from the road. There's no question of wondering who it is. It's almost an everyday nonsense now. "Nenu saitham prapanchaaniki........'' blah blah.. That's Mr. Chiranjeevi's party song, borrowed from two of his super hit social upliftment movies, Rudraveena and Tagore, playing so loud in residential areas. They don't even let people sleep peacefully, are you sure they're going to look after every other need of the whole state? I really thought this guy would do something sensible, just 'cuz so many people had hopes on him. And there he is going around talking absolute nonsense, and bringing up this whole caste issue. Now isn't this leaving a part of the people feeling inferior, another part superior and the rest confused? And then we have stupid fans of Chiranjeevi as members of the party who go around in the city and invariably causing traffic jams. Do they care for peoples' time at all? Vote for Chiranjeevi?