Mind of the Confounded Man

This one is a tribute to C-303, GG. I write this mail today with a heavy heart. I feel an overwhelming sense of loss even as I vacate C-303, GG Apts. Never before have I felt so dearly for leaving a house which does not even belong to me. But, it does…… it does belong to me in more ways than one. It belongs to me as much as it does to Vaibhav, to Robin and to Manhar. 30th May,2009: My last night in the house and there is nothing that can make me go to sleep. I wonder and I wander. Try to figure out what is it about this house that gets me so attached to it? I lie down. The ceiling fan above me spins on. For a brief moment I close my eyes and let my mind take its own path to search for an answer. Somewhere in the distance, I can hear a continuous lovable banter, some one is laughing, making everyone else laugh, someone is cracking “black jokes” on me… Ah! That is Robin, the life of every party, the soul of every house. The mind wavers again. An unknown hand pushes open the door to anot...

To B.E., or not To B.E.: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die to ............k! k! k! lets cut this crap out! Flashback Orientation day: Mind in utter chaos. Linguistic inconveniences. Is it too late? Has the bullet left the barrel? Do time machines exist? Brad Pitt shouts in his indomitable style,"Focus! Focus! Focus!" Am I losing it or is that an overdose of David Fincher? Present Day: "Four years of engineering completed!" You share this with a person in solitary confinement for the last thirty years and he does not even flinch. You share this with your pet pooch and he is bored. You share this with that Angelina Jolie's pic in your restroom and...nah! there are better things to share instead. But you share this with that fellow engineer,not from your college or city or state but from some lousy corner of Bi...

P.S.( I am assuming if P.S. is post script then so is it pre script so please bear along) :The title should not be hummed the Mambo No. 5 style but should be read straight. Let Us Pray: I have been looking through my keyboard for the past one hour and have not yet found the symbol OM anywhere.Do let me know its exact location on the keyboard.Anyways.....the prayer: Lord please forgive me for I know no what I do....I never had a chance to ever meet You(Oh my god that's not the prayer that's Encore). Once again... May the Lord make us truly thankful for what we are about to receive .......give us today our holy bread.....and forgive us our trespasses........For thy is the kingdom....the power and glory...forever and ever and ever and ever and Amen! The Mind Talks(Caution!This mind has a mind of its own): I sit at the comp. trying to figure what excuse do i have to be sitting here at 2:30 in the morning.I should rather be tucked away in my bed catching whatever valuable little sl...

Yeah yeah...its old news that the monk sold his ferrari. Its older news that this book traces the transition of a lawyer from materialism to spiritualism.However, i would like to know how many people actually believed in that garbled garbage (trust me! I am being very polite) which turned out to be an international bestseller.How many got inspired by it? How many turned towards a spiritually satisfied living? I don't blame the book for being preachy.Rather, I blame it for its apparent shallowness.Here is a lawyer who has returned with a fresh lease of life ingested into his system.He sees the world through the eyes of some distant yogi residing in the Himalayas.The yogi himself is nothing short of a Tamil film hero who can shoot arrows better than William Tell and bathe in water several, and i mean several, degrees lower than room temperature. It is always easier to be the preacher and the teacher.Seriously, the last thing I need is an idealistic monk telling me to finish my daily...

PROLOGUE: This article has been written by the author during several stages of his brain's development and late realizations of the fact that how important or rather unimportant the CAT in our life actually is.It should be understood that the author's brain has degenerated considerably and all that he writes is an emotional outflow which need not be the correct perception of things to come as well as things going on.....but.....it definitely is the best way out of the soup called CAT which is like a gambit that kasparov plays on vishwanathan anand every time. AN INTRODUCTION TO THE CAT: Some years back I read this comic strip of Garfield. It had Odie and Garfield ,both presenting their perception of their master. Odie: my master feeds me, pets me and nourishes me…He must be God! Garfield: my master feeds me, pets me, and nourishes me …I must be God! For those who are wondering, Garfield is a CAT. You like pets? Well maybe you do but I don’t(according to my orkut profile..i am ...

The roaring crowd made no difference to his stolid brain. The cheers were buried deep under the voices of his confounded mind . Those eagle eyes marked their target with vigilance. His pulse beat fast but he knew that there would be no turning back now. He was like a cat in a bag waiting to drown.Ten steps and a click of the trigger were all it would take.The detonation would set everything straight.How many lives would be at stake? He didn't really know nor did he really care .There would be no pain , no agony just pure eternal bliss. As he took his last steps down the hallowed lane , he was confronted with the deluge of memories which he had tried to shy away from. The countdown began... Ten , nine, eight......... He heard it and then he heard it again.A thin familiar cry resonated in his ears.The picture of his ailing daughter flashed past his eyes.Could it be possible? Where was she? Not here...definitely not here of all the places.A cursive glance around the roaring masses mo...

The materialistic world of today requires us to live our lives on the grounds that the community around us expects us to live it in. The people around us circumscribe our thoughts. We tend to live for what is expected of us as opposed to what is morally correct. It is a struggle between our ambivalent emotions: what we want to do and ;what we are expected to do. It must have been a couple of days back that I saw a bedraggled blind man being led across the road by another pedestrian. Immediately I had elevated the pedestrian to a level of respect that I preserve for only a few. However today I saw another handicapped in want of crossing the road. I gladly helped him out only to realize that rather than coming to his aid it was my own selfish thought that had provoked me to take such a step. A thought that told me that this deed would advertise or portray myself to the world as a philanthropist like the pedestrian mentioned above. The accruement of these thoughts brought about a storm in...