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As i scrolled through the pictures dad sent in a web album faithfully titled "Mummy's Garden" , my eyes glistened up. Each picture meant more than what it intended to. It unearthed emotions which were buried about 8 months ago and made unreachable, to avoid those very tears. Moms. Why are they naturally inclined to taking care of something, all the time? Weird they are. Not that earlier the garden at home wasn't taken care of. But I could see a refreshed interest being taken by mom in these green beings now. I am sure the flowers never looked so good earlier, I know there weren't even so many plants earlier either. I know dad never took photos of these and sent it to anyone earlier. He was never so proud of "mummy's garden" earlier. It seemed like their own little world had taken shape anew. I'm sure mom spends a good amount of time watering the plants, tending to them, adding new ones, weeding out the old ones, re potting , cleaning etc. Just l...

आंसू बन, कभी तो छलक पड़ेगा आर्ज़ू न बन, शय में सिर्फ इंतज़ार रहेगा .. रात बन, कुछ पहरों का हिसाब पड़ेगा याद न बन, उम्र भर का तू मेहमान बनेगा .. बेवफा बन, वफ़ा का भ्रम तो टूटेगा वादा न बन, निभाने का तुझपे क़र्ज़ रहेगा .. ज़िन्दगी में शामिल हैं तो , बंदगी बन अफसाना न बन, फिर प्यार का ज़माना नहीं रहेगा

At some point in life, 'i' takes over you. Most of your life, you live carelessly. Thinking less, doing more. Doing more because you just got to do some things in life. You've got to eat, you've got to sleep, got to read, study, work and so on. Sometimes you do things to keep the 'i' in you happy and most of the times it is to follow the norm.The 'i' here is still nascent. But there comes a point in life, when you begin to question everything. With a why- Why do 'i' have to do something? You begin to question your own existence, your beliefs, your likes, your dislikes. There comes a point where the 'i' can't stop asking questions and you can answer no more. A point of deep contemplation begins. The 'i' gets stronger day by day. It asks you to reason out your actions. Else it asks you to find reasons for your actions. In the beginning you find it hard to follow 'i'. You want to follow the norm anyway. That's the ea...

As i observed the happenings on yet another Valentine's day, it was interesting to note the very many opinions people had about this day. Every year, similar opinions are up in the air. This year , in India, the anti-heroes took centre stage and an unexpected set of events unfolded. Yes, first the opinion of the fanatical few. The ram sene,shiv sainiks, bajrang dal and more of the lot. They are the special few who think they are upholding Indian culture by opposing the so called western influences. And their love for Indian culture literally explodes during valentine's day. So they go about rallying against public display of love, harassing young couples, beating up 'modern' women. With such unjustifiable acts of violence, they try to inculcate culture amongst Indians, and especially the women, in ONE day. The rest of the year, they prove their hypocrisy. Thanks to the actions of the ram sene in Mangalore [the capitals avoided on purpose], we have heroes coming up in In...

One of the good things about being in a MNC was that we could easily involve ourselves in some community work. MNCs today consider 'Community Involvement' as one of their listed goals. This not only helps the company build a more favorable image but also to use it's gains in a more responsible manner. Inturn every individual associated with the company gets his chance to contribute to the society without really having to go out of his way. One such opportunity we got was to celebrate Diwali at an orphanage in Pune. Volunteers were to organise competitions at the orphanage-school, distribute goodies and spend a day with the children. An enthusiastic set of us got together and made sure we make all the logistical arrangements in order for it to be a memorable day for the kids. The day went as planned or even better i must say.The drawing competition brought out some wonderful creations. Imaginations soared high and that is what we had wanted ! 'Rangolis' were drawn ab...

The Problem : Marvel and analyse how efficient things as virtual as dreams can get. Assumptions : 1. You dream when you are in a deep slumber 2. Sometimes dreams reflect your state of inertia ( with that i mean you want to stay in some previous condition of your life.You miss some part of your life so much that your inner self still wants to hang on to it. For instance, you are in a new place but you dream of your old home or you dumped your boyfriend but still dream of being together). Analysis and Discussion : With those assumptions, the efficiency of a dream can be thought of like this: Just imagine, you get up from a good night's sleep and feel like you visited your home town during the night (Brain argues - your home town is atleast 17hrs away by air!). You sip your coffee and feel like you smelt home food and mom-made dosa chutney a few minutes back (Brain argues- haven't met mom for months!). You feel like you just had a long conversation with an old friend in the colleg...

After a gap of two years, I am back in a classroom. I have been a terrible student most of my life (while in India). A classroom for me has been a place where usually i don't really know what's happening. Due to unavoidable circumstances (including day dreaming, imaginative choreography, chit chatting, flirting etc) I usually lose touch of what is happening in the class and then cause i anyway don't know what is happening, I make use of the invaluable time by continuing my valuable activities. i always pitied the fate of my lecturer though and by the semester end, my own !! But in the US (where i study now ) I cannot literally AFFORD to do any of the above. So, yeah i pay attention ! I realized it's not all that bad afterall . My paying attention phase had been going on well, until i faltered for just a few moments... My prof was explaining some funda of H2- O2 explosion limits. Apparently, if a mixture of H2 and O2 were in a room at 1 atmospheric pressure and 70 deg F...