I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart…

3 mins and a blog post

Why do some people seem to be so confident on the outside, and yet are so insecure on the inside?

Why does good influence come from good people... Or is it just me who chooses to believe only the good and not the bad?

Why do some useless people talk of themselves as if they are the best thing that happened to planet earth?

Why do some have it so easy?

Why is someone so nice to you when they have no reason to be?

Why is someone so nice to you and all you want is for them to back off?

Why is there such a level of pseudo-ism that if seems to me that real role models are no longer a reality?

Why is it that you thought of some people as friends and they were really acquaintances and nothing more?

Why is it that you were really nasty to some people and yet they turn out to be better friends than most others? 

Why is food in Bombay so much better, or is it only because of the company around?

Why is it that the katta seemed to me to be the scariest place in kem in ug... But eventually it turned out to be the one place which has good memories? And there will probably be a déjà vu soon. 

Why is it that the library can seem to be so uncomfortable at times, while at others it is your safest hideout?

When will I find nirvana... Or would that be the end of me?

Each question... A story in itself... On another day, another platform.

I hate it!

Coffee, coffee machines and chai!

Serendipity, avoiding it and adrenaline!

Or maybe, that is what makes real life more interesting than fiction.

Someday, another blog post, the story of my life. 

For men, success and likability are positively correlated, whereas for women they are inversely correlated.

"The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called truth." 
- Dan Rather

Catching a plane at night

I remember the night i took the flight from newark. I remember that night. The darkness all around. but the beautiful bright city lights. a feeling of belonging as you felt the world become smaller in front of your eyes. a need to go the place where you have everything of your own. a knowing pain of leaving back what never was yours. but when it never was yours, then why the pain at all? didn't you know what was yours to take and what was not. then why did you even imagine that it could be yours.

The city lights gleamed as they look at you. there is no knowing what they have to say. i can't fathom from the looks in their eyes. are they calling out for you to stay? or maybe it's expecting too much. maybe, good riddance, they say. what happens when i am gone? would they wipe out a tear from their cheeks?

why this emptiness when who you know you are going to the place that you have to be in time? why is it that each step that you take in time is another away from where you want to be. or maybe it is not meant to be. why cant the twinkling lights just open their mouths and say what i want them to say. If they cant, why cant they just say what they mean to say? why am i left imagining? or maybe they are saying something and i cannot hear it. or maybe i can hear it but i refuse to believe it.