Characters: BM

What if,

running away from realities of life becomes a habit?

You might start to act isolated,


You might end up becoming that guy,

Who comes across as an outright extrovert,

Living one’s life on the go,

Not caring about other’s emotions,

Not wanting to indulge in any serious relationship for the fear of getting hurt,


Moving all over the place,

for you are not able to find peace anywhere,

no matter where you end up going.

For the world,

you come across as a fun character,

who is full of energy,

who tends to become the centre of attention of all parties and get togethers,


in your heart and mind, you end up being lonely to the core,

wishing that a day would come when you would finally be able to rest in peace,

if not literally,

at least in someone’s arms.

Such is the core of what BM, Brownian motion, one of the protagonist of my upcoming novel, consists of.

More to follow soon!

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Secrets, we all have,

Deep down,


We are threatened by them every now and then,

Fearing it might come out in the open,

Insecurity around which eats us all,

Not knowing how to deal with it,


In trying to hide these,

We create more secrets,

A never ending loop of sorts,

but what’s the way out? and is there one?


We fear our secrets,

for we are always looking for some kind of external validation,

an approval,

an image we are so concerned about,

a persona that we have invested all our life in,

yes, it’s not easy to just give it all up!

yes, it cannot happen in a day or two,

yes, we all need some kind of support,


yes, it all needs a belief to take that first step,

a belief which says,

it can be done,


slowly, we see ourselves getting rid of this fear,

to live a life of how it was meant to be,

free and fun!

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Game of Chairs!

If you had heard of Game f Thrones before, I wouldn’t be surprised. But have you ever heard of the game of chairs? 😉

Well, may be not, but am sure you do witness the same every now and then, be it the political scenario in our country, or in a professional setting where, thanks to the cut throat competition, you might see your nearest neighbor trying to out do you for the much coveted boss chamber and chair.

Quite literally in an office space, where there are limited chairs, chair becomes the most valued possession in the office. It is like playing the dancing chairs, where the moment you get up to leave your chair, there is someone sitting diagonally opposite, who has been eyeing your chair for a while, might sneek in to get what he considered his biggest wish, since he had joined the office.


And if your chair happened to be the non-cranky most beautiful looking chair in your office by any imagination, trust me, there would be many takers for the same. 😉

You might not encounter such a scenario and the fun that goes along with it in, let’s say in a normal office set-up, but if you happen to be sharing the same space with other companies, thanks to the start-up ecosystem, then it becomes pretty much an integral part of your life.

Looking at the positive side of things, you get to sit on different chairs at different point of time and get to experience the opportunity of using the assets associated with the space, not everywhere there would be enough flexibility and not everywhere would you be privileged enough to do so.

Should you consider yourself fortunate enough? Well, going by the kind of thought process I have, it’s all about having fun, no matter where you are, be it a professional setting or a personal one.

After all, it’s not often that life provides you that all important opportunity to have fun. And when and if at all, you get one, why not make the most of it! 😉

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A Night to Remember!

It is not often that you get a chance to explore your city on a bicycle at 2’o clock in the night, especially when you are living with your family and assuming that you don’t lie to them regarding your whereabouts.

But yesterday, 3 of my friends along with me decided to do the unthinkable. The biggest impediment though was how to arrange for 4 bicycles at that point of time, considering that we all had given up the habit of possessing the same since our IIT days.

It is said when the going gets tough, the tough gets going and so did Birju who made every possible effort that he could to arrange for the bicycles, which seemed to have been the most luxurious of vehicles that all four of us would have loved to have that very moment. And at last he succeeded.

And there we were riding our bicycles on the famous streets of Lucknow which appeared much wider and broader than what they look like during the daytime because of the traffic that tend to demean the very character of the broad roads during daytime.

With no plans as such in our minds, we just rode our bicycles to every nook and corner of the city, some known to us and some totally unknown and unexplored, taking short breaks at times to fulfill our appetite with a kulhad of tea accompanied by a well baked band-makkhan and at times to pose for a photograph on the weirdest of locations. 

As if this was not enough and as if we wanted to relive the college days once more, we decided to bring some happiness to the faces of a couple of our batch mates who had by then already hit the bed and were sound asleep in their respective houses.

We rode all the way from Hazratganj to Gomtinagar, which is around 8-9 km in distance in order to bring some excitement into the life of a person who had been too busy for the past couple of days by any stretch of night 

One thing that we all can do and take great pride in doing is to take at least some amount of liberty when it comes to playing pranks with our batch mates and friends or when it comes to willingly or unwillingly include someone close to us in our ad hoc plans.

And the good thing is that our friends or batch mates never ever seem to play spoil sport, instead are more than happy to join the brigade, if not in reality but definitely on paper 😉 as if replicating the policy implementation measures taken by our government at times.

After having a wonderfully prepared tea with a couple of biscuits at a 24-hour tea stall, we all decided to play dumb charades with Naidu offering himself voluntarily to become the soft target for all of us when it came to giving Bollywood movies to a guy who, considering that he belongs to Hyderabad and expecting him to flounder on every occasion, did a wonderful job of making each one of us burst into laughter.

The time flew by and we could hear the birds chirping amidst the cold and foggy morning. It was already 7 a.m. and we all decided that it was time to head back to our respective nests , where we knew that we were in for a bombardment of questions from our respective family members.

As Saty drove on his scooter with me sitting on the backseat, the vivid scenes from the night that had just gone by, flashed in front of my eyes and I could see Birju dancing to the tunes of Rang De Basanti, I could see Naidu going nuts with his explanation for the movies and I could see Saty chipping in with his witty and hilarious remarks.

It is said that nothing lasts forever, but one thing that stays with you are the moments and the memories that you tend to cherish even when it’s long gone by and this night will find its place right up there amongst the wonderful nights that I have had the fortune of experiencing in my entire lifetime ;).

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Zinda ho Tum?

It is 3 a.m. in the morning. I don’t know why the hell I am not sleeping. Without going into the details of why I am not sleeping and ignoring what the doctor had to tell me the other day when I went for a check up regarding my backbone (as both these tend to make me not feel good about myself 😉), I must tell you how wonderful a view I just got to witness from my balcony, which is fortunately located on the 7th floor of a high rise apartment in my city.

I could nearly see the entire city sleeping right in front of my eyes. The silence is too intriguing, only to be broken by a couple of vehicles that tend to race down the street in search of their respective destinations. Even the government colony (I have always wondered as to which department it belongs to but haven’t found the same till date), which stands right across my apartment, seems a master piece when it comes to the architectural description of the same.

I, feeling this way, could only mean two things. Either the government has become very creative or I have lost it at 3 a.m. in the morning and am in the mode of hallucinating about things ranging from anything to everything in this World. Somehow, I have become a die-hard fan of the calm and the silence coupled with the suspense that night tends to bring along with itself.

This whole night phenomenon tends to cast its serene shadow on all the homo sapiens who have got so used to missing all the charisma that tends to accompany the moon. I guess, it is because of the way in which we have evolved over time that we have got so accustommed to be sleeping at night and performing all our livelihood activities during the day time.MD167~The-Meaning-Of-Life-James-Frey-Posters

I, sometimes, wonder how different the things would have been if it was the other way round. Consider a scenario wherein our predecessors had the luxury of light and energy. Would they have preferred slogging in the heat during day-time or instead would they have chosen to work in the extremely pleasant weather that night choses to bestow upon us? And in that case, we would all be sleeping during the day time and working at night. How wonderful it would have been to see the rising sun after having slogged hard at night!

Coming back to the reality, we are still very much living a so called normal life, where we sleep at night and work during the day-time. The circadian rythms tend to follow a normal course in this case and we all tend to be happy living a very normal and at times dull and boring life.

It is not that keeping awake at night is going to make our lives happening. It is just that how used to we have all become to leading a normal way of life that on every occassion where the situation demands a bit of risk to be taken at our end, we tend to shy away from the same, thinking about the consequences that it might bring along with itself and wondering whether it is in our own interest to be deviating away from the normal way of life that we have got so accustommed to living.

Today, I was talking to a very dear friend of mine, who was telling me how much he would have loved to break free from the shackles of the normal life that he is living at the moment. How much he wished he could just get away from all the daily hassels that he involuntarily has to go through.

I know that it is not possible to be doing this every day. And some of you might even contest the claim that the normal life is the ideal life, so to say, as it tends to bring along stability, a sense of responsibility and in turn makes us become the ideal societal being that this society wants to turn us all into.

True to some extent, and of course I am not averse to the idea of having normality restored in our lives. What I don’t like, though, is that in trying to lead a normal life, we all tend to lose the essence of life altogether. We end up getting caught in this 5-day (Thank God it is Friday TGIF) kind of notions, wherein all the pleasure and the fun emanating from the very concept of life seems to get lost in this materialistic hooplah.

What better way to conclude this article than by taking a leaf from the movie ZNMD (Zindagi na Milegi Dobara):Zindaginamilegidobara

Dilon mein tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho.
Toh zinda ho tum!
Nazar mein khwaabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum!

Hawa ke jhonkon ke jaise aazad rehna seekho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise, leharon mein behna seekho
Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein
Har ek pal ek naya samaa dekhe ye nigaahe

Jo apni aankhon mein hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum!
Dilon mein tum apni betabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum!

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Ad-Hoc Disaster!

I have been quite voiceferous about the ad-hoc decisions in life to the point of me becoming a die-hard fan of the same. But sometimes ad-hoc decisions can lead to consequences which you might have never thought about.

Indeed, it was Christmas eve and indeed me and a couple of friends were all too excited about the occassion. We had to do something on the day. With this uncertain thought in mind, we decided to do a bon-fire at a place which is not very far from my city.

The journey soon turned out to be a trip to IIT Kanpur, which, over time, has become our default destination whenever we are deprived of alternate places to go to. Following suit, we were on the highway driving at around 100kph and all too happy about the future that lied ahead. Somehow, God had other plans for us.

15kms from the campus, Sattu decided to explore the heater in the car, for it was becoming cold. Little did we know, that the heater in the car, which is supposed to provide us with some comfort would end up giving us nightmares.logo-ad-hoc

Soon after putting on the heater, we could smell something burning. Thinking that it might be coming from a dumpyard closeby, we decided to ignore the same and continued with our journey.

As soon as we entered the IIT campus, the car decided to stop on its own, as if it had been bestowed Artificial Intelligence by someone sitting up there. The more we tried to move it using the accelerator, the more it demonstrated its stubborn nature.

It was already 2 a.m. at night, and we decided to have some fun with the thought that we would be needing the services of a mechanic, who would only be available in the morning, leaving the car on its own.

What followed was a nite-out with a couple of friends in Kanpur and a campus tour which is supposed to be the sought-for thing that we do whenever we are in the campus. And yes, we managed to find some time out to play Badminton, which has been my favourite of sports since times immemorial.

The Christmas eve went really well, though we had doubts about what was going to happen just a couple of hours after we had decided to throw ourselves on the beds in the hostel room.

The morning brought with itself some bad news. The mechanic told us that the clutch-plate had been malfunctioning and that it needed to be replaced. The car would have to be towed to the service centre and it would take a whole day to repair the same.

With no alternatives, in sight, and due to unavailability of the loader that day, we decided that we would be taking our car to the service centre the day after. Pretending to forget as to what had happened we managed to have some more fun with one of the guys cooking and the rest enjoying some deliciously cooked food, which I would like to refer to as Nayak (the guy who cooked) special night.

The night was again one of those to remember for a life time. Getting up in the morning was a tedious affair with the loader waiting for us at the IIT gate, all set to tow us along with the car to the place where the car was supposed to find some salvation.adhockickstarterimage

The service centre staff was kind enough to recognize the fact that we were IITians and that the service was to be provided the very day itself. Soon, we saw our car being lifted by one of the pulley-systems installed in one of the workshops of the service centre at a place called Rumi.

It was only in the evening around 7p.m. that the car could be finally repaired with efforts from the laborious staff. 7:30p.m., we were found driving on the famous Lucknow-Kanpur highway after having bargained hard (due to lack of financial resources that we happen to possess) and after having completed all the formalities with respect to the car.

It was only around 10p.m. that I could finally reach home after dropping back Sattu. As I was having dinner, a couple of thoughts disturbed the peace of mind that I was trying to seek after a tedious and hectic day:

“Overall, not a bad trip! We were lucky enough to have reached the campus, where everything could be arranged. We could even bargain on the price and get the best deal, which otherwise would have gone into thousands. And over and above all this was the fact that it took us only a day to get out of the situation that we were in.”

It is amazing, how if we chose to think in a positive manner with a totally contrasting perspective, we can still laugh about what happened and still stay focused on the ad-hoc thinking that we are so proud of ;).

Of course, we would wish that such a thing doesn’t happen to us in the future, when we would be ready once again to hit the road wearing our traveling shoes and wanting to experience a new thing everytime we do the same. :).

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