Skip to main content
Escaping The Dark Reality

Escaping The Dark Reality

I’m sorry. This isn’t a story of sunshine or stardust. This is a story of some new moon night. When the stars are shadowed by clouds and it’s about to rain. And it seems like it might just rain forever…

It’s dark.

Maybe it’s not even real.

Maybe you’re seeing things.

Closing your eyes to believe there is nothing worth seeing anymore. Maybe you’ve shut your ears so you don’t hear your friends calling. Maybe this is your choice and it is on you. Maybe you’ve made your bed and now you lie on it.

Do you know what went wrong? How did your nightmares creep it’s way into your reality? Since when did everything you imagine start getting real. And why is that all you imagined so far was cruel to yourself…


Reading my old diary

Reading My Old Diary

“Write simple”, I said to myself.

But its difficult now. Knowing that you’re reading it. Acknowledging that someone right now is reading what I wrote resting on my bed, next to a charging point, sipping through a cup of tea just like every normal evening. I can almost feel you watching through the reflections of the mirror in the room, just like Aberforth watching over Mr. Potter.

Even though I don’t like sharing personal information, I’ve told you enough. And now I feel like you’d know me, know a part of me, know what I’m thinking right now, know what I’m feeling right now. Or maybe you still only know what I want you to know, right?

But its all in my head, I convince myself. That way, I can keep my focus on writing what I want to, share whatever I want to. By imagining that nobody is gonna read it… even though I want you to. And I know you are, aren’t you.. right now? That’s the writer’s dilemma. You want people to read you. You want people to say “You write so good!” and yet you don’t want their acknowledgement and their existence to affect your next writings. Same for me, I like it when people tell me that they read my blogs. And I guess it’s the writer’s skills on how he tackles this dilemma and continues to write..

Me, I’m solving it by temporarily imagining that this is just a piece of writing that’ll go straight to my diary. Yes I keep one. Since June 27th this year.


Just a moment.

That’s a nice song playing in my collection. Let me copy this to my favourites playlist. (more…)


Quotient of Irrelevant Happiness

So.. What’s up?

Nothing much?

Well, same here…


Its been a long time since I last wrote and to be more precise since I last completed writing something. Because as a matter of fact, I have 2 ‘Untitled’ posts that I have been working on since looooong!


See this? June! And I have not yet been able to complete it. Have I been busy? Well, I don’t know. Have I lost interest in writing? Nooooo, I don’t think so.

I think its because I am finding it more and more difficult to correctly express myself nowadays. The moment you realise that there would be eyeballs reading this very story of yours, staring… judging your intellect by your grammar 😛 , it gets under your skin… sometimes at least for sure. The other times, it’s the best motivation to write. What more does an artist want than some patient audience? (more…)


Zillion Roads Not Taken

Some deserve, some don’t.

Some get, some don’t.

Some try, while some don’t.

    – Random thoughts

So you only live once. What you do with this one life is the big question. A question, the answer of which unfolds slower than seasons changing but faster than bullets racing. What do you dream of? Or what have you dreamt so far? And did you get what you dreamt of?

Ask a kid and he wants to be an astronaut, a pilot, a scientist. Ask a B.Tech student and he has no answer. Sometimes I wonder what went between “I have so many life career options” and “I’m an engineering student”.. What I mean to say is that there was supposed to be some time for us to choose what we wanted to be, and I think somewhere, we just slept through the time and followed the wind. 20 years of life and most of us didn’t exactly find the right road to follow. Well, some did.. (more…)


Thanks Maggi!

Disclaimer: This article was supposed to be live before the ban on Maggi got lifted, but I just got a little ‘too’ late in completing it! But that’s no reason to stop me from writing it anyways so for the moment, just assume a situation where Maggi just isn’t back yet 😉


Those rainy days when I didn’t have my umbrella with me, those ultimate moments when nothing else made me happy, those wonderful days when I waited to be home, the first thing I learned to cook, when there was nothing else, there always was… Maggi.

Not me, this is the voice of all those people, all those kids, all those youngsters and all those moms who had Maggi on their kitchen shelves. Except for moms, it was indeed the first thing a huge population of India would have learned to cook, keeping aside the fact that there wasn’t much cooking involved 😛 So today its not ‘me’ that would be writing this, its ‘we’ right?




“Not today.”

– Almost every human

Procrastination is not what it seems. You would say its the tendency to delay things. It is, right? Yes. What you would not say is that procrastination isn’t just about delaying things, delaying your work or judgments, its about ignoring your life.

We sometimes ignore the small things in our lives that make us human. The mistakes we make, all the wrong calls, all the incomplete sentences, all the dreams we never fulfilled, life is full of things we delay. We delay them beyond a point where their existence becomes a question.

Like me, I wanted to write a story on Maggi and how someone like me misses it. But voila! Maggi is back already! How do you write a song on separation when you are back together?.. You don’t! (more…)