The Other Side of Life

I don't know if most people feel like this, but Sherlock and I walk out of every movie with the feeling that our character resonates with the protagonist. By "our", I mean he thinks he is like the lead and I think I am like the lead. Only problem is that we both are diametrical opposites. So how does that work, huh? Doesn't matter to us though. Because in our heads, the movie was made on us. After watching Sully, Sherlock told me how he is exact same calm person under pressure. After watching Sully, I was thinking how many times I had think on my feet as a part of my job and how that's the exact same thing Sully did. After watching Tamasha, Sherlock told me he is stuck in the wrong job - that he was never meant for an actual office job. After watching Tamasha, in fact, while watching Tamasha, I was thinking about quitting and taking up blogging full time because that's what I was meant to do. Good thing we didn't do anything like th...

In case you are wondering, I did not ignore the blog for 2 months for no reason. I spent this time doing detailed analysis on mundane things in life. For instance, Traffic. When you spend as much time as I do, driving around in traffic, you know that this research is a fruit of painful laborious hours of intense thinking and introspection, most of which happened during traffic jams, while honking at someone and wondering in no less words, why, god, why. And then the answer dawns. After 60 days of day in, day out jams, 130 hours spent waiting for the red to turn green, the answer dawns. It's all because of us. Only we are to blame for the jams. And hence, this research. See, my logic is simple. Sure, our infrastructure sucks. Sure, the roads are bad. Sure, traffic police is incompetent. But are we sure, the entire problem is them? And not those 4 fingers pointing towards us? Hence, I present to you 5 small things, which I believe, each of us should diligently...

And listen to this: (Updated the link. Sorry for the confusion earlier!) It's so easy to get drowned in everyday life and its mundane mediocrity, that we forget to have fun. This song by Maati Baani is so absolutely full of life, makes you want to just stop doing everything and dance. Coming from someone like me, with two left feet, this is big. Also, the original plan was to write a post after I announce my discovery of this song. But I am again distracted by the song. So, back to listening to that on loop.  Will write a post later. Is the song having a similar effect on you or is it just me? Should I be worried? Cheers! Preeks

There was a very small segment of population before the 2000s who would go out of their comfort zones, their houses, to explore careers outside their cities. In all likelihood, they also fought with their families to get permission to make this move.  To go to the scary North, from a secure, comfortable South Indian city was a big deal.  Some rare few did it. And those who did, their lives were special. A small family of 4 South Indians, sticking it out for themselves in the North. They taught their kids Hindi, because they don't want them to stand out. But they also taught them their native tongue at home. When these kids grow up, people comment saying, "Arrey, your Hindi is not 'south india' like". They know nothing about how hard their parents worked to ensure it's not. Every year, they spent their whole LTC money, taking a long train journey back to the roots. Through the Chambal Valley, with the Cool Keg and long tunnels and the cutlet for b...

After much thought, I have come to the conclusion that if and when I have a kid, I do not want him/her to take up conventional, boring professions like engineering and management and medicine. I want my child to take up nothing less than the most powerful job in the world.  That's right, people. My kid is going to be the President of a Resident Welfare Association . Nothing less. I dream big. He will be that person who will wake up one morning and decide on a whim that no one will be allowed to enter the society gate in cars or on two feet. Figure out a way to bypass this rule, or pay a fine. He will be that person who will decide that only losers would want to spend a holiday sitting at home calmly and relaxing. The cool people would come to a loud, blaring carnival with random Bollywood dance numbers playing. Of course, they will also pay for it. Make no mistake. It will be he who will make 40 year olds, already struggling with crying kids, dwindling efficiency at work...