Lata and Shiv: 3

The wealthy families of the cast and outside, of city and country and friends and aquantaince, everyone would put efforts for their girls. But the man with all riches, had his heart for that girl, who he almost saw. 

He cancelled his next flight from Raipur hoping she’d visit again. Every week, the same day when he saw the old lady walk the edgy hill near Arang. Back home, his friends- asked by his parents- would show him pictures of prospective brides. Apart from his work, he would have only one thought, ‘what was about her? Why were everyone looking at her?‘ 

Lata and Shiv: 2

The moment he felt he was rethinking of speaking a statement, he stopped and kept mum. He understood the warning signal by his brain to his brain. Complicated it was, but he was learning to master. 

He told Lata,”I’m very much in love with you and so I want your happiness.” 

His mind processed the thought ‘I know your happiness is with me. I don’t have any comfort to give you but we, together, are so good.‘ 

Whatever decision you will take, I’ll respect that. I am wrong to disturb your peace. We are good, but your happiness matters more. I can only love you, but your husband will give you all the luxuries” he said.

Mirror Effect

Behind the receptionist, it is said, put a mirror- people will behave politer. 

How people see themselves and how they project themselves, and how they actually are. Everyday, looking at our own face in mirror somehow reveals what we want to be. Pausing and thinking for a moment, where we are wrong and how to become better. 

Because if you smile at someone, its going to come back to you! 

RIP: Dr APJ Abdul Kalam Ji

You have to dream before your dreams can come true

My message, especially to young people is to have courage to think differently, courage to invent, to travel the unexplored path, courage to discover the impossible and to conquer the problems and succeed. These are great qualities that they must work towards. This is my message to the young people.


India suffers a great loss in the demise of Kalam. The eleventh president was the pride of the nation. One of the kindest human known. Feeling so bad.. Listening to his lectures .. So inspiring.. Such a sweet person and his words so powerful. Big shock out of no where.

Sir, you will be missed! I wish I had the opportunity to meet you. 

May your soul always rest in peace. 

tragic flaw

Something I read somewhere! I don’t remember the source, had it saved in my drafts. I’m sure you’ll like it. 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I’m not sure who the first person was who said that.

Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it’s the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don’t think I’m alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it’s kind of everyone’s flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still… 

It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith,
 went outside the box, did something unexpected… Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you.

Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn’t 
seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You’re not a drug addict. You’re not killing anyone.
Except maybe yourself a little.

When we finally do change, I don’t think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we’re like this 
different person. I think it’s smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever… that you’ll never have to change again.


Miles away I saw it standing tall, and sharp. So gorgeous at night, and light show exactly at 11. Pictures and videos! No. I want to live that moment. I’m in Paris. 

I was right below it, and at the top, admiring the city. More than anything, the happy and excited faces of tourist from all over the places. What was the best thing about being there? I don’t know. Maybe, just being there and living the hype. 

Street vendors understand the looks on the faces of tourist. Few of them followed us till the restraunt. It was horrofic. They try to sell their Effiel tower showpieces as souvenirs. 

It was difficult finding people who speak english. Specially, explaining taxi drivers. There are hop on hop off busses, which are so tempting and good deal for city tour. But we had to go to Disneyland. Shops close early. Inhabitants from all over the world. Cotton candy and caramel popcorn, small chariots and expensive cars, Prada and paparazzi. 

Two days in the city? Not enough. But then we went to AMSTERDAM!! 

Colourful food. Voguish clothes. All kinds of people. Crazy city. Love.