Sunday, March 26, 2017

Freedom of Speech.

Now I am not a political science student and being very much away from politics, freedom of speech seems a very vague idea to me.

Well, maybe the way an individual has been groomed all his life, depicts how much of freedom of speech one craves. Lately our folks seem to be very much thirsty upon the very concept of freedom of speech and fundamental rights, that in the saga and quest of caressing and fondling the concept of it, one blurts out his thoughts and mind, one lands up doing more damage than what one oughts to do. Did we not have freedom of speech before? Did we make few of those authors and freedom speakers disappear like in other nations? Did we torture those who had valid points?

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Next to River!

Once, one astrologer revealed many secrets that I refrained from sharing with my friends. He would look at my face and tell so many things about my past, the person I was and the people I was involved with. I claim myself to be agnostic, not that it's a trump card below my sleeve to bargain with the devil and nymph, while I embark my voyage upon oblivion. I have always believed that the universe is so big, that we can barely contemplate and be savvy about everything in it.  

Friday, March 17, 2017

Few of my works.

Koi dhanda chota nahi hota, 
aur dhandey sey bada koi dharam nahi hota. 
Lately I came across this line from the movie Raees, and it means: No job is too small, and no religion is greater than job.

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

Pens!

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!