An ode to the heart and to Batman on his 75th birthday!

•March 31, 2014 • 2 Comments


The only thing that bothered him was her well being. The great burden that he carried within. To be true, yet not to hurt anyone. To behold that sanctity, yet go for the kill. After all, a gentleman will walk but never run. She was the cat. He was the bat. After being inducted in cat farts and cat behaviour – the only thing left for him to do was to hold one. And he even attempted once. But she was beyond his reach. And her reluctant altruism was never a match for his sense of perfection in everything he acted upon. Yet there was fire beneath. His heart burned every time he saw the cat woman without make up. She was that one thing he wanted. She was that one thing he chose not to have. That day, he wrote a note - “dear heart, i’m sorry to rip you once again. i murder your ways every time. logic has to prevail. it’s not who i am underneath, but what i do that defines me. feelings must die. once again”. And then he imagined Alfred saying, “Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They’ll hate you for it, but that’s the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice.”


Guillaume Nery – Free Diving

•February 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I find this fascinating. Dean’s blue hole is 663 feet deep. And experts claim that this video can even be fake. However, it is still fascinating to watch.

Lessons in Intensity: the only chapter

•February 23, 2014 • 3 Comments


I said, “I’m new to this. I haven’t done this before.”

She said, “Me too. This is my first.”

I said, “I always thought there should be a format to such things. A blue print. Or a guide with dos and donts.”

She quipped, “But why? Life doesn’t give you a formula or a blueprint to do things.. or to be successful at some things.. you just do it.”

I affirmed, “I know. Maybe I don’t want to fail. Maybe that’s the reason I’d like to rely on formats and formula.”

She said, “I kinda sensed that!”

I asked, “You think anyone has cracked it all?”

She said, “I don’t think anyone has cracked it all yet. Everyone is figuring out things within their own means and ways. And all those gurus and leaders who proclaim to have cracked it all are lying about it. Maybe they are just craving for some attention.”

I said, “I agree. You think women crave for attention?”

She said, “We do. All the time. Especially from the right kind of men.”

I asked, “I never understood why women go mad when they see a ‘SALE’ symbol in any shop”

She said, “That is a great observation. If there is a ‘SALE’ symbol in a shop, we women buy everything in sight. Even the things we don’t need. Maybe it’s because we, women, undervalue ourselves.  Centuries of being considered inferior, worthless and even unequal has resulted in this kind of situation where women respond enthusiastically to anything underpriced. We embrace cheap deals because we have internalised the feeling that we are just not good enough or deserving of full-price value. And society seems to endorse this point of view by offering bargains and discounts on products traditionally purchased by women.”

I exclaimed, “I have been a student of marketing and this is the one of the best insights I’ve ever got on women consumers! And you haven’t even been to a b-school!”

She asked, “So where do we take this? Our coffees have gone cold. And the sun is already rising. We must meet again”

I suggested, “Maybe we shouldn’t. If we meet again, society will expect us to come up with a format and we will have to give a name and structure to this relationship. Whether we like it or not, we will put a blue print in front of us. Or a guide with dos and donts. And we will kill this intensity and mamihlapinatapei that we are currently experiencing.”

She said, “I totally agree. What is mamihla… that word you just used?”

I said, “Mamihlapinatapei. Taken from a South American language. It means ‘the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start’”

She exclaimed, “Wow!”

I pondered, “Maybe I’m being selfish here.. with this decision”

She responded, “We all are. Openly admitting that you are one only makes you a lesser hypocrite”

I asked, “Are you one?”

She answered, “Yes. Hundred per cent!”

I asked, “Can I take a picture of this hypocrite?”

She answered, “Yes. Two conditions. One, you will immortalize me on your blog. Second, we meet at least once a year.”

I said, “Agreed. Thank you.”

Mr.Nice Guy

•February 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment


Life wanted to have a conversation with Mr.Nice Guy. Life told him that often it’s not him that had failed. It was life that failed because Mr.Nice Guy was too nice. And naïve. And maybe, nonchalant, to the point of not even realizing the burns – that grew within him over time. Life told him that it often wanted to apologize. Even gave hints of hope when Mr.Nice Guy was busy ruminating over his existential torments – which often was willful. The problem with nice guys is that they often make their unhappiness a pleasure to watch; or a lesson wanting to be absorbed by the people they live for – as if they are present as the mute spectators watching every move he makes. Life told Mr.Nice Guy that it’s only people like him that learns to appreciate the ordinary; learns to embrace the meek; learns to take the hard route to success only to lay claim to a triumphant climax – that only and only belongs to him. And whoever he deems fit sharing it with.

Life told Mr.Nice Guy to stay the course and keep rowing. There are more violent turns. Ups and downs. ‘Inner defeats’, ‘moral uncertainties’, ‘grey areas’ are all characters in this journey.  And the journey is going to be worth it. Because life was never about reaching a destination. Life was never a station. It is the train.

And Mr.Nice Guy stood still. Patiently listening to Life.

Alex Honnold: Free Soloing

•February 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I came across this video and I think it demonstrates the sheer power of the human mind. Nothing is impossible. Only if we tune our minds the way we want it to. Check it out.

Canvas of self expressions – Twenty Four

•February 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment


“It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess”.

truth and pain

•February 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment

the artist had finally got the chance to speak. he looked at the audience with pity. and said, “truth and pain are lovers. you can’t experience one without the other. and whoever you get introduced to first, eventually leads to the other. being an audience, you will never get to experience the depths and shades of truth and pain that i have gone through. it’s in your nature to comment, criticize, form opinions, ranks, scores, etc. i don’t sing for you. i don’t write for you. i write for myself. i sing for myself.”


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