Perhaps the worst experience ever. "Missing a damn train" never happened, ever before. Who to blame? Bangalore Traffic, VIP who was supposed to pass by that day, Office responsibilities, missing the lift, talking to that one last person who stopped by to say Hi, ”Sweet and soft hearted” Bangalore auto rickshaw drivers, or as my dad said - me being irresponsible?  So many reasons for a 2mins delay to reach the railway station. And a wait of 3 months to get over, all cause of a delay of 2mins. After all this the only worry I had in my mind was, what the hell am I going to tell all those people I said bye to for the year and made jealous by the number of holidays I got, or the very reason that I am going home and they are still there working their ass off. While coming back the only thought that came across my mind was, where exactly did I lost those 2mins. I checked every nuke and corner and guess what I concluded, that day I went back to the room once again, which is a bad sign (My mom’s belief) and my only scape goat for the whole situation. 

Well as per some scientific honorary that was the “Cause”. And now it is time for the “Effect”. The next available option to reach my destination - a flight, my horror, the nightmare coming true. I am no superman, no flyer by any chance. The fear of height comes to picture here. All those avoiding the insane rides of amusement parks, skipping mountain trips over beaches went in vain, in the deep drains.

So here I am sitting at the Bangalore Airport in the middle of the night, thinking when will I actually react, when the flight starts running on the runway or when it actually takes off, or will it be when the plane actually reach the peak height. But what the hell why am I thinking so much, I can see a lot of sane minds sitting along with me without such thoughts and just waiting to fly up in the air. Now I realize what is the damn point of wearing a superman t-shirt when you can’t even fly in a plane. Anyways if you are reading this then I reached my destination safely. But still can’t figure out how can 2mins cost you so much. 

A Love Story?

There are no set rules of life. At least that's what the hero of my story believes. Oh yes, you want to enjoy life, then don't stop, go beyond your limits and give it your best shot. And yes he has a bucket list.  Filled with crazy ideas, crack acts. Most of all he doesn't care as to what the world think or may think about him. Its the joy you get when you do something the crowd think is weird. 

Recently he fell in love.. AGAIN!! huh.. But this time it was different, it was not attraction, it was understanding. It was not crush, it was care. It was love. Everyone has their on set of definition for Love. He never had one. For him it there was only 1 rule, you have anything for anyone, don't keep it to your heart just express it. You may not get what you want but you will avoid the "pain in the ass". 

Coming back to where I started, the girl had already someone in her life, something which would have made my hero to avoid her and move on. But it din't happen this time around.

This time its different, the hero isn't mad about it, he is not crying about it. He is happy for that girl. 

More on "My hero" and his past, present and future in the upcoming blogs.

Guys I am not a writer, don't expect anything great from me. I am just trying to express whats inside me. ;)

Time we spent, time ain't wasted

Wokay!!! New blogger in town.. 

This is my first time. So after 25 long years i realized that there exists a source or path thorough which you can actually go and share your life, your thoughts with others. So this one belongs to all those who are not there with me in my life now. I miss you all a lot, I may be stupid enough to forget your importance in my life and moved with some random new person as your replacement but deep down in your heart you know I am an A-word to let go off you. 

I know there are enough reasons for all of us to not come back in to what we all used to be.Perhaps that is a sign of us approaching the grey hair community and in a way that is good. We all lived our moment, cherished them, took the most out of them. At the end of it all you should know and remember one thing and one thing at all, it is not the duration of time but the quality moment you spent with each other. 

No body is perfect... Specially me...