Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....

All those parents whom I see abandoning their children the moment they do a mistake or go out of the rule-book...I hate you all ! How do you expect your children to live their life by a to-do and don't-do list and then excel in their life? Did you never make any mistakes or did any experiments when you were young? Or were they all so successful that you can't accept a defeat? Guiding your child is good, but beating them up or scaring the shit out of them to confess their fault is as bad as it can be. If they don't fall, how do you expect them to get up? If life is all rosy for them, then how do you expect them to face the realities when they grow up? Some of these parents have the logic that when they were young and did mistakes, they were beaten up like a street dog by their parents and comparatively they are lenient to their children now. Just for your knowledge guys, its not about being lenient or strict. Your parents were wrong and so are you. You can't impos...

It is not easy to expose yourself to the outside world when you are missing someone so badly. You don't want to talk about it, you are unable to act it out and people's questions just won't stop. You engage yourself in all sorts of things. You read a lot, write a lot, watch movies, maybe even go out alone. But what good does it do? Maybe a few hours of  help? As soon as you are off of these engagements, you again start looking at the calendar, the watch and just try to kill time. It wears you off. And that's all the more reason you don't want to express it. Sometimes, if nothing, you try to root cause or worse, curse the reason of being away. But then again, either those are excuses or the reasons not good enough. I believe there is no threshold time for which you can justify your sadness or appreciate anyone else's. It can be an hour away from someone, a week, a month or an year. It just won't matter because time simply multiplies itself exponent...

I still have you with me. In all those talks of yours which made me laugh. Your passion for cricket and our weekend playoffs. Our meetup on Saturday lunch and sharing the plate of chicken. Your attempt to speak Hindi and your laugh on my attempt in Tamil. Your guidance when I was stuck somewhere professionally or personally. Our cubicle jokes and the whispers. Chatting with you on the monitor even if you are just sitting behind me. The discussions, the bitching, the gossip, the laughs. The morning and evening tea that tasted good only with you. The unburdening of uncompleted tasks. Sharing with you if I am bunking and vice versa. Sharing "How was the weekend" and going on for hours and hours. Your dosas which made my breakfast tastier than ever. Your empty promises of cooking chicken for me someday. Our hollow plans of taking you to Lucknow for shopping. Sharing small things as and when it happened. The impromptu small treats demanding and giving for silly t...