Wednesday, February 15, 2017

In all the Hocus Pocus.

It's dusty and it gets dusty, this is a construction site and we don't care about the dust, mud or concrete taints upon our boots. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Work Satisfaction?

It's been a while that I wrote, and I felt out of touch, I always want to inculcate this habit and hobby of mine, to write. So, here's one, something I only discuss with my loved ones: Work!

Here's to all you millennials who have found their solaces upon cheap samosas, puri, thukpa, sugarless strong coffee, suka rotis, crumbled breads, stale rice from yesterday, pickle jars which might expire at any moment, eggs that are thrown more than eaten more, and so many other left over food from yesterdays as your breakfast! 

Friday, January 13, 2017

The Rubber Bubble Gum.

Being in construction firm, I have come across many students of my father's. Well, he used to teach students who had pursued their course in mechanical engineering for certificate level. On an average, I come across five to six of them per annum, they all have the same thing to say about our father: he's a jolly man. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

What's your Worth?

Now I am not a materialistic guy, whatever I make or own, if someone close asks me or if someone I envy requires it or is to be given, I give them away. Be it the most precious things I owned - except for my laptop. 

Monday, December 26, 2016

To Understand Love.

I asked her, "don't you get mad upon him when he works late hours?"
She said, "no, I don't. I just have to watch when he eats, because he doesn't eat on time".

What is it to be in love, that everybody craves for it like a drunkard craves for an ale, the bees for pollens, a junkie for a syringe full of opium, an addict for caffeine or nicotine?

Monday, December 19, 2016


At times, we ponder upon how private our lives are? What should we share with the world or what we shouldn't? And my mind swings like a pendulum, should I or should I not share? 
There's some addiction about writing, and writing has always been a personal passion of mine, and it is here on my blog that I have shared many things related to what I am engaged and involved upon. Let me share with you, about my voyage with papers and pen. 

You see, all my life, I have been a collector, a collector of memories, pens, books, pencils, papers, colours, files, notepads, diaries, etc., basically the things I am passionate about. I have always taken it personally when I actually write with pens and not type with keyboards, it brings me closer to the articles or anecdotes or measurement books that I have written with my hand. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

How I see Art?

I just wish many people learned about art, and in fact, I wish that many do pursue art. There is beauty in every little thing, in your pain and in your joyous days, in those little algebraic formula to shapes in those geometry, in those disproportionate to symmetrical figures, in those shades of colours to mere black and white films, in those conspiracies to accidents, in life and in death, in love and hatred, in dying leaves to blooming flowers, in those patterns of abstract to mere straight lines, in your scars and in your untouched skin,  in your infancy to maturity, in your foolishness to wisdom, and not to forget, in your farts and poops!

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Year that was 2016.

Every year, I try to review over what had happened? I always like to stop myself from all the hassle that goes around, and actually review, review the year's events. This has always made me remember things and think about what I should do in future. 

Friday, November 4, 2016

Music And Us.

You know there was a time, when music and songs made sense? Yes, they made sense. Even Anuradha Paudwal's bhajans made sense then, yes, the very songs about Jai Ganesha and Kunchai Bihari. It's simple, no rocket science in there, basically back in those days, lyrics were crafted well, people put thoughts in them and weren't they melodies, hymns and rhythms? Oh they all made sense. And not to forget all those singers had some melody and soothing voices. 

Sunday, October 23, 2016


This is not in regard to mathematical annotations, nor about any of the sciences. It's in regard to standing behind the window again :p

Lately I been thinking a lot, and I don't know whether that's for good or not. :) Anyway, I have been thinking. I look outside, while the moon shines bright, and it reflects upon the hills and ridges, leaves and trees, while the streets are empty and dogs are howling and barking, why can't they ever get along?