Saturday, October 1, 2011

The last time I took this test, was more than a year ago.
Things have definitely changed, haven't they?

How addicted to Twitter are you?

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Last Day of being 21

Spent the evening buying clothes for myself because I need them for work now. Not just sitting at home these days you know, got a job and everything. I thought that I’d have to go alone though, as my always-always there baby isn’t here anymore and friends were either busy, studying or not answering. Finally one of my two gujju homeboys came to my rescue. Did that. Got happy. Met up with another friend. Hung out at Carters. Bumped into some other friends. Had a shwarma and some momo’s for dinner. Wrapped up. Went home. Was getting bummed out that Saturday night was closing at 11. That’s when one of my original G’s came and bailed me out. OG Home-slice 4eva. High times. Fun times. Sunday at home. Catching up on the weeks load of sleep. Heading out the club now. Pre-gaming. And then the blueFrog. Bass Camp IV. And then it’s going to be done.

21 was crazy year. It was like no other. Can never be replaced ever. College ended. Hung out for a YEAR. Biggest chill session ever. Spent a beautifully high summer. Did Goa twice in the same year for the first time ever. One was a couples trip, first time ever.

Did a 2-week Baner trip for the first time ever. Got a full time job for the first time ever. Didn’t take it up. Got hospitalized for the first time ever. Got Malaria for the first time ever. And got it for the second and third time too! Did nothing for days, for the first time ever. Quit smoking hard cigarettes for the first time ever. Bid my baby farewell, actually not the first time ever. Freelanced, for the first time ever. Let go of a home for the first time ever. Bye Baner. You will be remembered forever. Growing up now.

Had a brilliant year. 21 was awesome. I wish it could last a li’ll longer, but that’s not possible. It’s all good.

Wouldn’t have done it any other way.


I've never had to force myself to work. I just always wanted to do more, and more.

I won't be able to say that again very soon.

Maybe growing up is about the exit of such thoughts. Maybe its not.

The System

It was new, recently.
Bought it before I started working full-time.

Now I barely get to use it part-time.

Such, is life.

Sunday, May 1, 2011


They say that the wait is more important than the time that it follows. And even more important is how one spends the time during this period of wait, because in reality, the period of wait is actually a mask for a period of doing. Making the most of those moments is what defines the significance of the events that are yet to happen.

It is the time when all your learning and education goes to test. It is when the patience of a man must overcome his greed and desire for things.

Developing the mind is what this time is for. The more time one has, should be directly proportional to the noticeable growth of the mind. Waiting for something to happen is a lie. What it really means is ‘making’ what you want happen. You can wait all your life, but what you want, may never happen. But if you travel through this time with self-improvement, you will, reach your destination.

Now you know how to wait. It’s your move!

Friday, March 18, 2011


Writing to me is a very personal practice. Whether its writing in private diary or writing on a public platform where the material is freely available to thousands and hundreds of people, like the Internet, the whole writing process possesses a similar approach. Honestly, honesty is the ingredient most sought out in my personal writing endeavors. The written material just cannot be of any good if it isn’t honest. It would probably be just something put together to fill up some spatial needs.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

For the Ones:

:Majority of life is meant to be spent with n00bs.

In those few years of ones prime, one finds a handful of those who are like the aforementioned one, the 1337’s. All such people know how really low in number they are around the world and know of the craving of the nubbins to reach the status that was gradually built by the ones. It wasn’t an overnight meme that just took off; it was years of hard work. The ones are ones who earned the position; they lived for it and by it for they were one of the few.

But the truth is that it really is a lonely world out for the ones. Yes, as retarded as it may seem, they category is so niche that I’m forced to pluralize a prime number to fit them in a category. Deep, very deep.

Being a part of them is a right for those like them. They read, they are state-of-the-art packages of everything that there is to know in their world. They may not be in the best of shape, but every job has its evils.

Today when I Google my name (yes, Lol), I am happy, but this happiness was earned by me, it didn’t give the same results back in 2001.