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A Victory Smile

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  “Kill them all and rust in peace” was the wording that Mike had put up on one of his walls in his room. This poster was the most prominent amongst all the other death metal band’s posters he had put. Listening to death metal bands and playing video games were his pastime. He would lock himself in his room for hours, even days together. Given a choice he would be like this for ever. His college life was meaningless to him. He never understood what was being taught and what was he reading. His parents were worried as to what is going to come of him. They tried their best to convince him to study and be like everyone else. “I hate all of you, I hate the world, I hate my life, get out of my room” Mike shouted when his mother knocked on his room door. Like any Indian mother, she started crying. “What did I do wrong? Oh God, please help me, what sin have I done?” Mike’s mom prayed. “Your God will not help you, he will never listen to you” Mike lamented. “What in the world is wrong with y
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BENEFITS OF RUNNING

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BENEFITS OF YOGA

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Story in an hour

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Story in an hour This is something that I last did when I was working for Cognizant. I don’t remember the exact year but it has been some time since I last did this. The task is to write a story within an hour, a story with a beginning, a plot, and an end.  Alright then, let’s see if I can do this. ********** THE INSTITUTION “I read it somewhere” Munx said as he stood up to search something on his computer table. “What?” Jay asked. “It helps to concentrate when you listen to music without words in it” Munx replied as he started lifting everything on his computer table one by one. “Yeah, right” Jay said and went back to staring at his book. “Here, see? Here it is, right here” Munx said as he sat down next to Jay. Listening to music without any words in it may help you concentrate more, especially while reading a book. Jay started reading aloud and then his voice became thinner as he became engrossed in the article. After a while they both were silent. M
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Always with me, now with you

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Why are you staring at the keyboard? I want to type something but can’t figure out what to type. Sounds like you are confused Yes, I am confused. Why do you think you are confused? There are too many things happening at the same time, that is why, I guess. Are you guessing or are you sure about it? No, I am not sure about it. Then what are you sure about? I am sure that I want to write something. What is it that you want to write? I don’t know. A story? May be May be? You are still confused Fine, I will write a story. What kind of story? I don’t know Are you this unsure all the time? Yes, I am. Finally, something that you are sure of! Stop. Get out of my mind and let me type. Whatever!! Is he gone? I begin to wonder as I begin to type. The sound of the keyboard slowly started to occupy the room. The silence started to creep in as I started to delve in my story. A hot summer afternoon in Imphal can be sweltering at times making you sweat eve
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Bangalore to Imphal Drive (Part 2)

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Bangalore to Imphal Drive (Part 2) Continued from part one Day 5 Varanasi to Kishanganj (oops Rampurhat) It was the best sleep of the journey so far. I woke up fresh and early. The ancient hotel called Hotel Natraj was our host last night. The only reason I vividly remember this hotel’s name is because the hotel is very old and bears a typical British era kind of architecture, which I like. The breakfast was ok and then we headed off. It was going to be a mammoth task to reach Kishanganj in West Bengal. And it between us and Kishanganj was the whole state of Bihar. We were warned by our much-loved ones to be careful in Bihar. We were narrated stories after stories of incidents in Bihar. Some were hilarious while some were unbelievable. I had to see to believe it. Alright then, let’s drive. Now, getting onto the Asian Highway 1 was a big task. The unforgiving Varanasi traffic made us realize that Kishanganj is a distant dream. The further I drive the more d
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The Bengaluru to Imphal Drive (part 1)

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The Bengaluru to Imphal Drive 25 th  July 2015 to 2 nd  Aug 2015 It was December 2000, when I first reached Bengaluru. I had just graduated from my PG Diploma course. Things were new and things looked pretty exciting. My brother and I moved into a house in Lingarajpuram and that is where it all started; our Bengaluru sojourn. Cut to 2016, and this city had given us both the freedom and all the moments that one could ever ask for. From bad to good to worst, it was all there. I got into a world where I thought I could never be. Made some lifelong friends and collected almost a million years worth of memories. It was a life that had its own pros and cons. While it was good in socializing and having a great time, the warmth and love of a family was always missing. Here we were, two boys, completely cut off from the feeling called family. The family “connection” was only through phone. And it had taken its toll by the time I realized. I was way far disconnected from my parent
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