We, Around Us!

You have an egg, which you had planned to boil. But when you took it out of refrigerator you found out it was broken. Will you be sad that you couldn't eat a boiled egg or will you be happy that you can even make scrambled out of it. It was not your choice, but its your chance that you had something.  We come across plenty of situations where we had thought of something but results may be something else. There are plenty of Inventions in the history which were accidental. That doesn't means the scientists were sad they couldn't invent what they wanted but they were happy they did something better.  Everything happens for a reason. If someone keeps saying he is sad in a tough time, he should be happy he is still alive.  Getting up from sleep is happiness that you are alive.  Getting food to eat is happiness still many dont have it. Getting good people around is happiness. If you think you are sad, think there is something else which makes yo...

There is a peace in silence.  Silence gives you joy. Silence brings you sorrow.  Silence makes you an artist. Silence gives you music.  Silence gives you good memories of loved ones, it even makes you notorious.  Silence is a solution to many problems. Silence is a problem in few situations.  Silence is love, its divine.  Silence is a yoga & Silence is a Karma.  Silence is not permanent, it's only a temporary situation.  Silence is a change and it's a chance to stop, energize and act.

The frequency of my blogs have decreased terribly that at a point of time I had forgot that I used to write. Yes, indeed I was not a good writer, still I’m No t but seriously used to try something to bring up as a blog. Thanks to Sarahah’s anonymous message, that someone had asked me to continue and that’s how I have come up with this one. Hope you will enjoy reading. Yes as I have subjected it’s better to say No sometimes. May be this could also be a reason I had focused on other activities and I ended up without blog posts. We keep ourselves busy with lot of things, we have too many apps in our Smartphone where we have same friends we see same posts but in different apps. For an example even when I post a picture on Instagram, I do share it on Facebook and Twitter. Simultaneously I keep myself busy looking at number of likes and comments for the next few days. I was searching for a location pin in Whatsapp and ended up having a long conversation with some other guy for no re...

Dear Brother, Hope you are doing great. It has been years I have not written a single letter. With the fast-growing communication and social apps; we have literally forgot the feel of writing, reading and replying for letters. On your Birthday, I take this opportunity, to write this note to you. Hope you like it. Brother, as you know, Writing is my passion, and you are the first one who discovered it and encouraged me to continue. But as the time passed by, I believe I have gone lazy to write. My frequency of blogs may tell you the same. It’s not only about being lazy, it’s also about time. Whatever it may be, if I don’t get time to write about you, on your birthday what brother am I? To start with, I will not deny the fact you are my inspiration. From the day, I can recall, I have seen you as a responsible person who stood strong in every situation of our family. You have compromised some of your dreams to make me follow mine. You were just wonderful for never being selfish. ...

Imagine you are in a meeting in a jam pack conference with high profile people and you to pee and your bladder is so full you have crossed the level of control. All the thing you do is take an excuse for the natures call. Think you forget to express this feel with yourself, you would have got yourself insulted. As you don’t lie to your feelings with you even with the nature, then why you feel reluctant to express your feeling to the things you really want to get in life? Let us start from basic things that we come across in our day to day life. Getting toffees in place of change when we pay the bill at supermarket. Many a times we would have thought of asking our exact change but would have hesitated to do so because of a single thought what will other people think about us? This is a simple example of failure of expression. We know what we want but most of the times it won't come out of our tongue even though it t would have come till our throat. I aimed for diamond and I got...

Each time the notification of the newspaper app pops up, we are much tensed and worried about the news it is going to give this moment. The headlines itself would be so annoying and creating panic situation, and each time we would be waiting to see the next move of the government and the preparations to be cautious every single moment. What are we waiting for? Who are we worried about? This is the question in every Indian’s mind. Are we prepared of war? Are we going to fight with the so called friendly neighbors who are trying to corner us with regional and religious dispute from both the borders? Yes we are divided by states, born in different colors, speak different mother tongues, raised by different communities and  are controlled by numerous religions and are followers of  hundreds of Gods. But when it comes to patriotism, we are United by one nation called India.  There may be dispute between states on different issues, there would be strikes by different castes...

From a teenage Boy to a Man, this period of transformation of a person in life is crucial and critical. It all really depends on the place and people with you at this age. For me Chennai is always like a second home. A small poem for Chennai, I tried and wish to dedicate on its 377 th Birthday.   J You gave me shelter, you gave me food. You gave me education, that made me Dude. You made me cry, then cheered me well, You were the place where I wanted to dwell. You gave me friends, you gave me love. No one else, was there to show. You were always hot, and flooded sometimes. That is why I miss you all times. You are life and you are the destination, Chennai is a name, MADRAS is an emotion. Happy Madras Day...