Breakdown

TIL that my life has been a lie. I have been breaking down my life into bits and pieces to analyze what went wrong and why I have become the way I am.

Few memories have resurfaced and I have come to realize that almost all of my outlook on life, my behavior and my fears are based on one incident that happened to me when I was a seven year old.

My life (and probably yours too) believe it or not, is shaped by few incidents – minor and major that make who you are. In the nature vs nurture debate, I am pro-nurture.

Its going to take a lot of time to change back to who I truly am (or I think I am). Two decades of mental wiring and conditioning to rewire…

Riding solo in Jaipur

Riding solo in Jaipur

When I heard that my good friend is getting married in Jaipur I was happy for him and selfishly, for me. I’ve always wanted to visit Jaipur. I had heard so much about it. I quickly started making plans with my five member gang of friends. “Wolf pack” we had named our group on whatsapp. Nope. Half of them were unavailable and the other half… those lazy bastards refused to move their butts. It’s too far away man, they said. So, reluctantly I decided to be the lone wolf. Continue reading “Riding solo in Jaipur”

Trash

Trash

“But this is the middle of nowhere… sweetheart, we’ll dispose it when we’re home” – Kane said looking at Zoella, who sat next to him, clutching the bag of trash, the remains of their monthly father-daughter picnic day.

“Daddy Look! There’s one there!”. He stopped and she jumped out and ran towards the trash can. Continue reading “Trash”

My bread and butter is my cup of coffee

My bread and butter is my cup of coffee

Disclaimer: Dear reader, please don’t take this post literally. Trying to sip and swallow your toast can lead to choking and even death. To those who did it anyway: please don’t haunt me.

The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated.
– William James

Somebody told me that I am good with computers. Yeah, I was young, twelve maybe.  Continue reading “My bread and butter is my cup of coffee”