The Pursuit Of Dreams

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...                                             - Lord Byron I am sitting in this moving vehicle, it has this huge length. I am sitting all alone, for it has no humans sitting along with me. This is what they call a cargo train. I am sitting in one of the box shaped thing, its carrying. I can see it passing through wild terrain, I can see the beauty of nature, amongst these plain wild terrain. I can see nothing but occasional trees and tall plants, It does have this beautiful tinge of mountains, acting like wall or boundary to this beautiful scenic beauty. I can see clouds running through and top of these mountains, racing ahead of its own companion, in a will to reach somewhere. I could even see the naughty child like sun, peeking through the midst of the dense clouds, t

Something has happened to me! I know that for sure, I am going through some of the worst changes in me! I cant figure out where exactly am going wrong, what am I doing wrong to myself. I am getting more and more vile day by day. It seems like I am getting beat up, knocked down from every aspect of my life. I have developed a lot of hatred in me, for myself and almost everyone around me. I am no teenager, but I have some how developed these teenage hormones in me, with all the possible signs, that could testify what I am trying to describe here. I do set out in a neurological travel, to find out the hidden corners, where I can possibly find the answers, hiding behind a rock, who is just afraid to face the flashlight I am carrying with me and pointing it towards its direction. So, when I finally get to see these "things", that are causing all kind of problems in my head, I ask them, what are the things that I have done to possibly get you here in my hidden corners of this

Its 22:30 this time and am sitting in my balcony. I am sitting with my macbook and wondering where can I invest my time to do something constructive. So, what I did is, I got up and turned on my WiFi and got Internet working over the air. I opened some web pages, went on facebook, twitted some tweets on twitter, replied to my friends who had left messages when I was at work, and checked my blog page off course.  Am not here to talk about all this though, what I want to point out here, is the backbone of all this, the thing that actually helps me and all of us in the entire world is "Internet". How many of us have ever wondered or taken time to actually stop and thank the very life line of us, or rather I would say our entire generation, or any previous generations before us, from the time Internet was invented. No really, I mean what will you do with your BlackBerry, your iPhone, your Mac, your PC, without Internet being on them? Well, granted that many of them have got

Its Sunday morning, its slightly cloudy morning, I woke up to. Last night I slept late, as I believe in staying awake on weekends to enjoy every minute, as its dedicated to myself. Weekends are meant to spend with yourself, your family and friends, things you like to do, things you plan whole week that cant be done while you are working whole week. Nevertheless, that's not what I wanna talk about now, well not at least right now. I want to talk about the hidden pressure in our minds that's constantly haunting us through the queer windows of our very life. While having my morning tea, I could look outside, although I couldn't see them, but I could hear the sweet sound of birds chirping there way to glory of morning essence. I could hear all sort of ambient noise, that was like a cocktail being poured in my head, with a mixture of people shouting, machines roaring, vehicles growling and so on and so forth. However there still was some kind of quietness that could manage

Today, I got angry on my mother. That's really bad, you all must be thinking, the fact of the point is, I know that too. I was pretty much calm when i woke up today, considering the fact its weekend, and knowing the fact its a Saturday. Now, everything goes well for me on Saturday's, but only in the first half of the day (I am not trying to find any logic or trying to establish any stupid superstition to this) but its just a simple thing that is attached with me from a long time. However, that's not the point, the point is why did I get angry on my mother, and why couldn't I stop myself from getting angry, knowing the fact that I am getting angry for no reason. I could actually feel like I have been shot with adrenaline needle, with the highest density of medicine in it, that could be felt in my veins, when it was reaching its peak, beyond my control of getting it down or put a stop in it. When I happen to have a calm phase for about two minutes, I felt suddenly l

I don’t want to write about any particular topic. I don’t wish to choose a topic when am writing this! Why should I? Why should there be any reason for me to name anything about something I wish to do? Can I not do something without being constantly under peer pressure of how and what others might expect and think about it! What my friends would think, what my boss would think, what my parents, my family would think! Expectations, in a way, with or without our approval or constant check on our minds, do get built-in love, friendship and everything else, that is some way or the other associated with basic human needs and it's constant requirement of social support!! We, out of some, otherwise like to think and give chance to rule our hearts over mind, but many others, out of we, don’t like or do the same! Moral of the story some end up betrayed some end up happily ever after! So by now I guess I know am not writing about anything in particular, and you probably would be t

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. – Martin Luther King We are humans, we live in this planet, we call “Earth”, so earth is our home, the place where we seek shelter, the place where our hunger gets met through everything this planet provides day in and out, here we get our thirst met when our throats are parched due to acute need of our designs made by almighty, here we get drenched under the soft petal like drops showered from the heavens of beauty, here we have the winds that calm our bodies when it gets dry and boils up like bare feet on the desert, here we have warmth of sun that gets filtered through ozone layer, basically natures way to protect us, peasant humans, when we feel cold, or we simply need to enjoy a fresh warm day, here we have the soothing feeling of cold waves on our bodies when we have tasted the bitterness of sun, when it’s at its peak and has shown us

I have been appreciated for my work, I have been appreciated for my studies, I have been appreciated for things I did for my family, I have been appreciated for all the care for my girlfriend (when I had them). I have been appreciated by my friends about how good I am in certain things that I do for them and overall how I am as a person! So, basically I have been appreciated a lot in my life about a lot of things here and there, small and big, important and not so important! It feels great to be appreciated isn’t it? Am sure most of you reading this already have a smile on your faces and have already got your eyes glistening to the happy memories of being appreciated visions! I know what and how we feel when we get appreciated for all the good stuff we have done. Am not here to talk about all the appreciation I have got for all the good and rather the “right” things I have done, I am here to talk about all the “wrong” things I have done and how I have been appreciated always.

I own a car. Having said that, in my country, India, am considered to be a rich person. Not that I can be compared to any millionaires out there, neither my name features in Forbes list of richest people, but yes I am considered rich. If I have to look at myself, my richness depends on how often I drive my car and how much distance I cover running my car on “Petrol”. Oh, by the way, did I mention, I own a “Petrol” version of my car! Well, am half way through to flaunt my richness, or at least that’s what people around me, might hold an impression about me. India, off course, is a developing country, and some may think that it already has developed to an extent, considering the gasoline prices in my country, and how quickly people get adapted to the rising trend of it, and still continue shelling out, whatever big bucks, petrol companies may ask us to empty our pockets. By now I guess you people might already have understood the target here. For those who haven’t got it

It’s all so beautiful, it’s all so mushy, it’s all so happy feeling. Suddenly you start to feel everything is just wonderful. Am talking about that feeling called “Love”. Everyone wants to fall in love, everyone wants someone to fulfill the loneliness that at some point in time does start to haunt you in one way or another! You meet some one special and you start believing that you were waiting for this person and this is the person who can take away all the pain all the worries of your life that you otherwise feel, you are the only one dealing with it. You start to build up plans for future you start involving that person in your decisions you start building up innumerable thoughts that you may have cascaded in your mind and were waiting for the right person to come and smooth en it out with you, to walk the path with you. When in love you suddenly start to feel that, the person who has entered in your life, is going to fulfill that empty part of you which, otherwise, your family

Around a week ago I saw a rage through the internet. No it wasn’t any MMS clip or it wasn’t any celebrity gossip, no it wasn’t any dirty picture rolling through our eyes or neither it was news of our dear planet earth coming to an end. Well to all our bizarre imagination, it is “Song”, except for the fact, that its no regular song that you listen and forget and half of the people are not even interested in listening or knowing the history behind it. The song is known as “Why this Kolavari Kolavari Di”. Now initially, quite honestly I wasn’t really bothered or interested in even listening or knowing anything about this song. Time by time I could see people updating there BBM status with this song name, I could see people simply talking about how amazing this song is, people even taking it up to twitter and facebook! Everywhere I could see most of them talking about this song and I could literally see the build up here. I had to give up to the hype and I finally had to ask

Its 00:35 and I suddenly realized that am hungry. Well not that I can blame my mom for that. I went out some of my friends for a hangout, and out of pure smartness and utter belief that I would have my dinner out with ‘em, I cancelled my guaranteed dinner at home. Well thanks a lot to the undecided movie and the longer than expected drive and fun session, that was too good to end! After having a sandwich and a not so fulfilling burger, I realized that suddenly we are not having dinner out and instead going for the unplanned movie. The “unplanned” plan did sound good, except for one problem, I had already informed at home, “Mom I am having dinner out and please don’t make anything for me tonight”! Just before the movie, we had something like 20 minutes, so we decided to have something for the time being. So what we did, is we decided to grab something of the regular streets, and luckily we could quickly grab some fast chinese! By the way I love chinese, so it was good enough fo

How many of us out there don’t like being controlled? How many of us out there don’t like being told what to do and what not to do? How many of us don’t like being questioned about the things, we want to do already or already did? Well am one of them who don’t want any of the above. Going through all that everyday does make me wonder why does this happen to me anyways? Is it because, what they say, we all have a rebel inside us who just wants to pop out the trunk every now and then, cause it’s just way to suffocating for it to stay boxed inside! I don’t really know how many of us really think that we justify being a rebel, but I feel, why not? Why shouldn’t we live our lives just the way we want to? Why does it have to be always so complicated and why does it always have to be so hard to find ways of making ourselves just simply happy for no darn reason whatsoever! Now, I really think most of us would agree that, our parents are the one who try to control most of our lives! Now I a

Its been almost 7 years I have started earning. By that I mean, its been 7 years I have started living off the pocket money I was getting, otherwise, from various sources! Well I am pretty sure most of you at my age, would definitely agree to the fact, that “Life” is tough when you have to earn, to stay happy, for which you, yourself have to take up the pain of working hard enough, to keep that wallet of yours filled with “greens” all the time. All these years, when, I sit and think about all the crazy things I have done in life, I feel, I have actually wasted a lot of precious time and precious hard earned money, I have earned! At the same point of time I think about my father, he single handed, have made our family to all the riches, we enjoy right now! All that from scratch. I am pretty sure most people who would read this would agree to the fact, that people at our age waste a lot of money. Having said that, I don’t blame each and every one out there, but yes most of them,