Paper Planes

Hey Shiv <No reply> What are you doing? Swimming... Swimming? But I don't see that? Where are you swimming Shiv? In the stars... I told you, you are mad! I told you, I know...

What's up Shiv, <No answer> What are you doing Shiv? Building castles... Where? I can't see any... In the air You are insane Finally, you know!!!

So, after almost a year I am back to writing… Why... the real reason even I don’t know. But yes, there is one that has certainly played a role in it and that is my last month’s backpack trip to US. I mean I have so much stuff, so many experiences, so many things to share that I need someone and something where I can just pour it all. I can’t do that with people, guess it can be torturous and I do not believe in torturing souls…<at all> Anyways, so the first thing that I chose to write about from my bucket full of experiences is about the language. Yes, the language: different kind of languages that different kind of people use in different kind of regions. While travelling from one state to the other, I just couldn’t resist myself from observing the languages that people from various parts of the world speak (and write, off course). I was in a plane, which was still to take off. The passenger next to me was a Japanese and he was continuously on his phone. I ...

We, humans are so weirdly wired. No? We love to be free. Yes, we do and every single person does! Come on, don't you? Everybody does. We all feel like just being by ourselves, doing what we love and what we actually want to do... Right? But then still we are so desperate to bind ourselves in relations, which to a certain extent takes away that freedom.  We bind ourselves by creating so many expectations from our loved ones and in return, working hard to fulfil theirs. And in all this, we simply forget ourselves. We forget our individuality. We become so busy giving love to others that we simply forget to love ourselves. We become so busy fulfilling other's expectations that we just start taking 'us' for granted. Is that right? We don't even care if we are happy or not. And the worst part is, till the day you think about others and make your life and decisions revolve around the people you love, they will be happy. They will be with you, they will adore...

“This is amazing,” Volodya said. “He’s the President, yet he has to make excuses all the time for what he does!” “Something like that,” Woody said. “We call it democracy.”  ― Ken Follett, Winter of the World Once in a while a book comes along that grips you entirely, making it impossible to concentrate on other mundane things. After long this book has done exactly that. Absolutely unputdownable! The characters are so well etched, their stories intermingling to perfection. Follett gives such a brilliant insight into the psyche of so many people in different geographies of the world and at different levels. Indeed, a wonderful read this trilogy by Follett had been. This series deals with the economic, political and social incidents that marked the last century. The wars, the cold wars, the conflict between communism and democracy, fights for the civil rights, Revolutions in different parts of the world etc. Follett tells you the complete history...

“ No self-respecting God would allow a good man to be happy for long. God has relevance only in the unhappiness of good people. ” ― Anand Neelakantan, Ajaya : Epic of the Kaurava Clan These 2 books: Roll of the Dice and Rise of Kali: Strong enough to alter and shake all my prejudices and beliefs completely. The beliefs that were instilled and imbibed in me, deep and profoundly, since childhood! Initially, I thought to write about them separately because both the books are so vast and they carry huge amount of information, emotions, story, drama and all. But then the problem is one book is incomplete without another, the second one is a continuation of the first, so thought to write about them as ‘one story’ There is nothing new in the story or the incidents, Its Mahabharata, which we have grown up reading and watching again and again… The same story, same incidents, same characters, same drama, same plot, same conspiracies, same events, there is nothing different, abs...

Yesterday I was having a discussion with one of my friends on a very common topic which is in fashion these days and which has also kind of become an obsession for everyone these days. Rather I should say I don't know why but everyone seems to be going gaga over it, whether they understand it or not (Really!!!). Anyways, the topic was 'equality' discrepancies between males and females in our society. Now during the discussion, my friend asked me with full emotions in her voice that why are we not treated equal to men, even when we can do all the tasks equally good. Now, I have absolutely no problem with fighting for gender equality, we should and we need to...  but I have serious issues with the weird and absurd reasons that we give to prove ourselves right, like "we (women) can do all the things that men can do", "we are equally good to men in every task" and all that No doubt, we are... But then let's think about all the hows and whats an...

“Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.” ― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover Jealousy, an emotion that has troubled innumerable brains, broke countless hearts and caused unrest to numerous souls, in various ways. Let me go back to my childhood and narrate a small incident which will make it easy for me to explain the whole thing further.  Ok, so I have this cousin of mine with whom I am very close, very close since the days I remember. I am certainly not here to tell the happy and glorious cousin tales, but then to narrate a weird obnoxious thing behind those happy moments.  You know she used to live in a metro city and I belonged to a small town. And so, there were differences between us, quite a few notable ones. She used to wear beautiful dresses, had such beautiful wavy shiny hair, she had many barbies, trust...