No matter how old we grow, how mature we get, how many greys we have in our hair, there is small kid inside us who needs attention, care, love and pampering. I would go much further to declare that we, adults, need it more often, more badly than kids. Kids have a different world….
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Perpetually Tentative
Tentative, this is exactly what our lives are. Don’t get me wrong. We all love to plan, down the most granular level item. We plan. Although, our planning has also become tentative. Being a programmer, I feel that my mind is also planning in a if-then-else, for-each, do-while manner. If this happens, then I will…
What is that place?
Sometimes, my dreams are of repetitive nature, or belonging to a theme. Some of the most recurring themes are – Somebody chasing me, like a hollywood style chase. It starts on foot, on the ground then on the balconies, staircases, jumping over fences and roofs. Flying in the sky: Yeah, that’s right. I see something…
Dejavu – Work Anniversary
My first post on wordpress was two years back, and then I forgot all about it, and now it is 2017. Phew. 5 years ago, a chilling Monday morning of 23rd January 2012, I had joined this company as a senior software engineer. I experienced mixed feelings. Some nervousness of joining formalities, a lot of butterflies in the…
Surrounded by a curse
Yep, it’s one of those days. This line has been in my mind for about 3 months now. But I’ve gotten so busy that even talking to myself seems a luxury. Look at the posts in this folder. Last one of 31Dec2015. Not able to sleep, not able to breathe. Not able to sleep, not…
Introspection or what
Lately, I have come to realize that in name of retrospection and introspection, we become paranoid. It’s addictive. It’s contagious. A sign of sadomasochism there? But how does it begin? Why do we start questioning everything? Why do we try to find hidden meaning behind all the words? And all sorts of illusions and delusions that follow. Often,…
Work Anniversary | 3 Years & Counting
I completed 3 years at my current job here. looking back, I realize things haven’t moved in forward direction. In fact, I have more fear, more pain and more anger. To tell the truth, I regret coming here. Have regretted all the time.
The blah person in me
I have always considered myself as a talkative person. And my favorite time pass is to make up stories. And chat endlessly with whoever is available. But that needs audience. And I don’t get one after 11 am. Folks around me are punctual when it comes to sleep, you see. So I talk to myself…