Mind Frame

It was sudden. As he pulled her up, he realised something had changed. It was not the same closeness he had experienced before. She did not hang on like she did earlier. Thinking about previous times, he realised how each physical encounter was a warm snug affair but this time it was not. It was cold and temporary. He wondered what had changed. Nothing had. If something really had changed, it must have been him. Each time he had chanced upon her and tried her she gave him the same feeling. The feeling of distance. Something was amiss this time. And it was then that it struck him. It was his waist size, and hence the lack of intimacy. She was a size 32 pair of denims and he a bony waist of size 30. Life can be mean when you are down but meaner when naked and cold in a trial room (add the thought of being spied on) (The above documentation is a chance encounter of my realisation of lost weight in a trial room. Humours as it may sound it in ...

Money will never buy me, Milestones will speak where I have been, Images will never store me, My minds knows what I've seen. (Image courtesy:travel.paintedstork.com) (If you have not been to Hampi, you have not been anywhere and If you have been to Hampi you need not go any place else)

Casual mornings can have active afternoons like how the weather can sans notice. Last weekend we realized that the monsoons had finally come in full stead and as a family who treks religiously during this season decided to inaugurate it with a short hike. Taking off at half past one we headed towards Talegaon. An hour’s drive from Pune on the old Mumbai-Pune highway. At the Kamshet exit we pulled over towards the road that leads to Pawna and took the following route towards the village – Bedse. At the base of this village begins the small hike of a few hundred steps to third century Buddhist caves named after the village. Our visit began with the rain tearing into our faces soaking us to the bone, just the way it is supposed to be. The village known for the caves along with its dense population of snakes was also peppered with mango trees at the initial stages of the climb. The rain knocking on our heads and giant fresh water crabs making a dash for the nearest exit were th...

One man's stick is another's thorn, One man's fair weather is another's storm. The earth is turning and nights will fall, Its even Stevens at the end of it all,

Its important to get ahead in life. For that, you may have to leave views, opinions and judgments behind. As long as they are not ethics. Getting ahead means leaving stuff behind - is all about setting an order of ' progression '

दिन का सदमा झेल चूका जब रात को घर लौट आये, और तारे चमके, निंदिया बिखरे, सिराहना सिमट न पाए, बादल बिसरे और मेघा तनहा चादर पर शीत लेहर बरसाए, उठ खड़ा शरीर नीली रतिया मैं बह जाये. अवाज़ फिजा की कानो मैं कोयल सी यह कह जाये - जो है अभी है - कल यह नहीं है - सूरज सब ले जाये. रात में तू सपने ना देख, जब रतिए सावन सहलाये.

कामयाबी एक जासूस है. पीछा करती है पर बतलाती नहीं.