The confessions of a clueless mind

The Sun was bright, and the sands were warm, The beach was just as resplendent, in its beauty and charm, People on morning walks were in their lazy gaiety, Admiring the vast ocean, majestic and mighty, Fishermen were on their daily chores, Rowing their boats far away from the shores, An unusual calm in the morning sea, what a quiet day it seemed, Couldnt be any closer, to the perfect day that they had dreamed. Until the sea took offence, and banded an army of evil tides, Set them on human trails, to push them on their final rides, In a secret vendetta against the human race, The ocean showed its ugly face, Washing away thousands of innocent lives, causing incurable pain, And yet be unapologetic in its splendour, threatening to revolt again, The evil collusion of the monsters inside the earth and sea, Spewing venom at life, through a huge ravaging tsunami. A lesson for the humankind, through bodies that were never found, When nature takes an ugly turn, civilizations...

In periods of peace, when everything seems mundane, My trepidations loom large, thoughts I cannot contain; These that disturb my calm, have long been my friends, Burdening my mind with guilt, but never giving me a chance to make amends; Breathing life into an uncomfortable past, One that cannot coexist with a beautiful present, Like creatures with ugly heads, that threaten to enter my heaven, Those that should not be fought, but should only be buried, Thoughts that never leave me, fears that keep me worried. Life gives a second chance, but past does not; New memories will never condemn the old ghosts to rot; Those skeletons in the cupboard cannot be put away, For they will certainly return to haunt another day, Robs every chance of a guiltless future, Kills with insufferable torment, Dashing every small joy, those ugly creatures that never relent; Till the day when there is no beautiful present, consumed by an everlasting past, The day when life gives way, and delive...

It really must be the beginning of the end! When nature turns against humanity in a way as cruel as this, humankind are left to wonder, and even more so, to mourn. The magnitude of this tragedy, for us outsiders, is measured only in the number of deaths reported. But to those who have lost their families and homes, the tsunami has left them with an abysmal pit of irreplaceable loss. Unsuspecting people have been washed away to watery graves in a matter of minutes. Thousands of fishermen have lost their lives, and their livelihood. Homes have been destroyed. Villages have been razed. Survivors face the risk of epidemics due to water contamination caused by the dead bodies. Panic has given way to anarchy. Nothing has remained the way it was. The way it should have been. In this hour of grief, us lucky ones can only pray for the souls of the departed, and do our best to help save the survivors. By donating clothes, medicines, food, utensils, money. And by spreading the message of co...

In times of disgust came a shimmer of light. And washed away all the discontentment, only to leave me with a new confussion as to which path I should tread on now. Till this good news came along, I had come to terms with the fact that my career had reached a standstill, and therefore, I had to innovate to set it back on track again. On a new ground. But now, after this huge leap, I am not sure if I have the will to tread new grounds. When the current one seems to be getting good, why expend energy looking for new ones. But again, If I dont explore outside, I may be missing out on things much bigger than what I have received now. But after such a long period of discontentment, even a small ray of light can light up one's eyes like a million bulbs. For now, I am contented. And confused. Is this really a promotion? Or just another pitfall? Am i being made to bite some cheap bait? Should I sing my urge to explore to sleep ? Should I celebrate and succumb ? Or should I explore and redi...

This past Sunday, as I was sulking in my boredom, I couldnt help trace back to my childhood days, when every holiday was an event. When weekends meant cricket matches, pranks, fighting with my brother, breaking things, some more fighting with my bro etc. I was this fresh faced, innocent little kid that was exceptionally good at almost everything that kids his age were expected to revel in. Like Cricket, scoring marks in tests, athletics, putting on a good behaviour in front of guests, and always being truthful. This last quality that i mentioned didnt augur quite that well with my bullying brother. Everytime he broke a vase, or everytime he helped himself to some cashews stolen from my Mom's treasured collection, my innate need to be truthful would always put him in trouble. And in most cases, pain. Here are some of my treasured memories from my younger years: 1)I was about 7 years old when my brother invented a new game. He was a maverick who always wanted to come out with some...

A few months ago, I had blogged about the seemingly impossible task of finding a suitable bride for my super-eligible bum-chum Shankar. Seemingly impossible because Shankar had to find a girl who would meet the high expectations of all his well-wishers. And knowing Shankar to be the noble samaritan that he is, he certainly has a lot of well-wishers. And therefore, finding a girl who would be physically attractive yet demure, intellectually stimulating yet naive, academically brilliant yet not headstrong, professionally settled yet willing to give it all up if asked to, was a tall order. Add to this, the sense of urgency that he was forced to conduct his search under. And ofcourse, unrelenting work pressure which Shankar is innately incapable of rejecting. In such a boiler room situation, even the toughest nut would crack. But not our man. Or did he? Well, Shankar, after the minutest of deliberations, was almost impatient to say yes to the girl that we now know to be his fiancee. The ...

In a world ruled by conventions, being a rebel is a true fashion statement. More for the fact that you are not one among the crowd than for the belief that you are cleansing the society of its ills. That being my basic definition of a rebel, as one who aims to stand out rather than stand up for any cause, I got my golden opportunity to prove to the world how right I was. About rebels and their lost cause. This man that I have grown up being in awe of, due to the tall tales of extraordinary will power and unwaivering determination in the face of all adversities that convention threw at him, was the one rebel that I knew would conclusively prove or disprove my thoughts about the narcissistic indulgences of these "rebels". And for his own sake, and for the sake of not wanting to have to put him down from the pedestal that I had elevated him to right from when I was a kid, I hoped I would be proven wrong. I hoped he would come out unscathed when I was done throwing my skewed ar...