Slinging scribbles

i grew up to forget the pain or ignore it but not now.i wish you would look at me,tell me am ignoring my food with a caring voice,for once take me in your palms for half a minute everyday and tell me am the most wonderful thing that happened to you but looks like the water has receded and the time has already passed for another rain!i want you to ask me how my day went and appreciate the fact that am on my own though its not a big deal,i know...i know your struggle is impeccable and its second to none but am ordinary,i hope you know me.i understand you have a job to keep and its important to leave on time but i want you to be home before sunset.i feel lonely and i cant tell you how much i need someone to complete me.i have had various setbacks from the society when  i tried to seek love,i hope you remember one of them.i love it when you share with me  your struggles and how much you praise someone's kids and am sure you will end within their vicinity but i hope someday it will...

little mama's boy is busy buzzing the exam bells just in case my followers are curious enough to wonder my sudden disappearance from the pages i have so often scribbled on.i am having my exams this week and will probably go on till the last week of the month though i would want it to stay forever mainly because it is the only time i meet my friends and our respective teachers in their classes,funny ain't it?there was a time when BCOM degree was meant to generate a lot of zeal and respect among the students but with the times are changing the values. most of my friends repent the fact that they couldnt enjoy the college life though they are pathetic i suppose to crib so early when not more than a year is left to smell the college with the personal touch.if i ask myself the same question,it really makes me happy and gay to surround myself with the strange memories of living a life were i almost did everything,even the things i wasnt so sure of.the diminutive details of each and ...

 Deciding the objectives in life are obviously easier than setting out a pursuit for them;by far i had figured it by now. the first seminar for the same was held at Vile Parle recently at some Harvard Hotel which probably reminds me of one of the organized places i have been to.Now,being a resident of Dombivli everything seems quite far to me,like our class tutor used to quote,"people beyond Thane stay on the other side of the mountain."i believe it was quite true.     The lecture was supposed to start at 10:30am,an appropriate time for the people to start making moves for their career,i suppose.i got up at as early as 7:30am,washed my bowels,had a light breakfast and was out of the house by 8:30,if the clocks were to be believed.The train's journey was the most obviously chosen one and i would be too inane to deny it.the voyage from Dombivli to Dadar was a peaceful one,quite unusual from what it is used to.Of course,what else would one expect on a perfectly deserved...

For obvious reasons i dont feel the need to elaborate more on this post but my only mind speaks to me "only if the humans would take a cue or two from them."

Please don't blunder me as a hardcore insensitive guy who cant see beneath the picture but  there seems to be a small incidence behind the reality which appeals me to note it down.So these is how it goes. i got a mail from a 'never-seen-friend' of mine on the eve of World Water Day and this picture touched me so much that it was quickly my new desktop background,the first of its kind one would ever notice.My sister obviously wasn't pleased  with this and interrogated me as to what kind of paralysed brain did i possess to meddle with such a filthy background especially when the earlier one portrayed the colourful chart of India's Industrial growth with smiling face of the Industrialists waving their way out of the pleasant atmosphere {that's what it seemed to me'}.now i dont blame my sister for the useless banter i received from her though i would have appreciated her giving a  serious pause towards my lone orphaned thought "If one seems so hell bent o...

Lives were always meant to be a part of change,the world believes in regardless of the soul who meekly surrendered to its needs.The life i put under the words went through the same;nothing new,yet written by few. "love is always innocent.it hardly goes beyond the pump of the heart,speaks what she likes with a closed heart!i experienced it!yes,yes i felt it.eyes talked their way out of the muttering masses.We cared for each other as if the world had come to a pause to take the note,learn a lesson or two from the soulmates,on how to love and being loved the same way.Emotions played a bigger role than the expectations from the actions.we dreamt of the shining stars that lit our way as we walked through the sunset with a breath that shared us with the bay!And i had this early love which i felt was the amazing walk of my life." The life i view now may put me under the scanner for the negativity i share with it.May happen that am described as the citizen of some obstinate conser...

--> Its been quite a while that my mind has procreated  thoughts which were sensible enough to be noted down on a screen which continues to create wonders in the globe.i blame a part of  it towards my obedient insincerity and the rest of it to the people.its seems to me that I might just get successful with  the career that I recently chose to adopt.i have heard from sane mouths that when people learn to rest their blame on deaf and dumb creatures around them,you are just good enough to take up a government job and I have done exactly that by choosing IAS as my career option. Leaving CA was certainly not an easy ordeal for me. Most people seem to take me as the most ludicrous personality they would have ever wanted to meet; more so because fingers point out that I didn’t even give it a try and I chose to leave it when  all  I had to do was seat in an examination hall. Of course to continue or not was the decision which should have found its place way...