Memoirs !!!!

She always had led a mediocre life – not too fancy, but not too boring. Father, Head-Accounts in a private firm and Mother, a housewife. Wait! Not just a housewife (she hated that tag), but a part-time tiffin service provider too. She had two sisters, both elder to her. In spite of belonging to a simple middle-class family, she was the only member who was overly pampered and promptly attended to. She loved her mother. She was a perfect epitome of a mother and a wife. Always calm and composed, impeccable with her work and dressed up gracefully (how much she was in love with her printed synthetic sarees!). She adored her Mother, but for one Quality -  Her head bowed down . Mother never looked up or into someone’s eyes, even when directly speaking. Even while expressing her anger. “How could she live like that?”  She would often discuss with her sisters.  “If I were in her place, I would have been dead with spondylitis already.” One day, straight after lunch, she summoned co...

He re-checked his boarding pass; it was indeed D7 window seat indeed.  But someone else was sitting there. He stood and watched. The man was immersed in reading a book. Aman cleared his throat and the man looked up. “I think the window seat is mine.” said Aman. The man stood up and came out so as to let Aman sit on his seat. The man sat on the aisle seat, kept his book away and extending his hand said, “I am extremely sorry I sat in your seat. I had to use all my contacts and twist a few arms in the bargain in London to get a seat on this flight. I was desperate to travel only by this flight, you see." "By the way, I am Dr. Kumar. Please call me Kumar I just mentioned my profession out of habit.” he said smilingly. Aman clasped Kumar’s hand and said. “There is no need to apologize doc. By the way, I am Aman. I prefer window seat otherwise I wouldn’t have asked you to get up” “Is this trip to India, a business trip or personal?” Aman asked.  “It is a very special trip. And,...

Hey Guys, Welcome to the Blog Page once again. As they say, Death is the only Truth of Life. Let's Die albeit before making our lives memorable.  Time flies.  Life is what you make of it.  Everyday is a day of opportunity. Think it. Seek it. Find it. Live it. Do something everyday that excites you. Read. Travel somewhere you’ve never been with someone you’ll never forget. Settle on a reasonable long-term goal and do 3 things everyday that bring you closer to your goal. AVOID TV. Talk to perfect strangers.  Make new friends. Help others when you’re able. Get in Shape.  Walk or jog a mile every morning. Learn !!  Be aware of your surroundings.  Take notice of the simple joys life has to offer. Be creative.  Build something from the ground up, no matter how small. Crack a Lame Joke. Spend a few quiet minutes alone each day… And do not think. Surround yourself with positive people who share goals similar to your own. Watch the sunrise at lea...

Hey Guys, Welcome to the Blog page Once again. First of all a Very Big Heartfelt Thank you for giving so much of Love and Adulation to 'Fickle Emotions'. I am Humbled!! Coming back to the Current Scenario where the World is slowly but surely crawling back to Normalcy, trying to gather the bits and pieces of life and adjusting or compromising in the 'New Normal'!  With so much of Negativity, Stress and the Worries around, it is time to Unlock Oneself!!! Unlock because Things are yet to Happen, Life is yet to Begin ... Right Now!!! Right now is a phenomenon.  Right now extraordinary things are happening.  Right now… A soldier of sorts is diligently fighting the fight so you don’t have to. Someone who suffered from a severe injury last year is back on their feet. A small group of people are building something that will soon make the impossible - possible. Somewhere on Earth a double rainbow is stretched from one end of the horizon to the other. Young children all o...

"Please suggest a story to write. I am absolutely clueless now!" said a  desperate Zubin to his colleague Sid. "This fiction genre is just not my thing. I think I have used up all the ideas that I had and now I don't think there is anything left to write on" he continued. Zubin had a Blog page and he used to write weekly blogs, mostly on current affairs, occasional poems and relationships with a sarcastic tone. It had been almost 5 years and 80 odd blogs and he wanted to upscale his writing. He was pondering on a lot of ideas and finally decided to write a blog series. "But on what?" asked Sid. "I mean it is a great idea but what will the series be about. Also it has to keep your audience interested." he continued. "I guess I will write short stories on human relationships." came a reply from Zubin who by now had a few ideas in his mind. "You mean fiction? Sounds too fickle to me" quipped Sid. "Exactly..Fickl...

"Remember those days when you used to hold my hand and drop me to the school? You would comb my hair, polish my shoes, get me wear that Tie around my neck, tie the laces and then finally wake me up!!" gushed Satish. "How you used to make me study, prepare me for the exams, worry about my marks and then shield me from dad when my results would come!! Those were the days Didi." he continued. "And then when I started attending college, it was you who decided which stream should I enroll into, which college I should go to and gifted me your scooter to commute (Although I fought for a new one)! Now when I look back, I realize how much I was dependent on you." Satish said while reminiscing on those days. "I remember the day you were getting married. I was super busy in the preparations and had for the moment forgotten that you were going to leave us that day. I somehow did not cry when you were leaving because I wanted you to smile and not be weak. But f...

"You Know I had always felt that you love Chintan more than me. He was the younger one and you had always sheltered him, pampered him and Me...I would just be jealous, sad and crave for your love. But then, as they say, we daughters are daddy's girls and I had dad around me." Ruchi said to her Mother while remembering her childhood.  "You know how everyone said that I looked more like daddy and less like you? I somehow did not like it. I had always secretly admired your beauty. Your deep eyes, that magnetic smile, the soft skin and the long hair...I wanted them all. I wanted so very much to be like you...Infact you!" Ruchi continued.  "I remember the day of my wedding when you were dressing me up. The pride in your eyes to see me all dressed up as a bride. Wearing your bangles and the earrings on my wedding day was a very special moment Mom. It felt as if you and not your jewelry is with me helping me take that plunge and easing the transition." she ...