To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,
So the chase takes up one's life, and all.
At me so deep in the dust and hue,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground,
Than I shape me— because I am I, and you are you!
A coffee shop by the beach. The clouds are grey, the temperature is cold and the breeze is salty. Meera has been waiting for the past 38 minutes.
Kunal: Hey Meera! Finally. Long time!
Meera: Hey Kunal.. how are you? Nice to see you..
Kunal: Pretty good!! I know! After 3 long years.. Well, a lot has been on.. My business is cashing in... Purchased a flat in Vile Parle, east… bought a brand new car, without a loan… life has never been so good before! You tell me.. whats up?
Meera: Hehe! Nice! Very nice.. My life is going on.. Same old.. IT and all that jazz… but yes – I am off my education loan finally..
Kunal: So how come this part of the country all of a sudden? I was surprised you called me this morning. And I am actually heading for a meeting now and then I will be meeting my friends for dinner tonight.. Will you be around?
Meera: oh yes, you know I had to return couple of your things.. so.. just came over.. and I am so sorry, I can't join you tonight.. I will be leaving this evening..
Kunal: What is it? You flew all the way to return this?? Unbelievable!
Meera: Don’t open it now. You can see it later. May be later tonight. Nothing important. Shall we ask for the bill?
Kunal: Sure! Seriously, It was so nice seeing you man.. after a long long time!
Meera: Same here..
Later that night when Kunal accidently remembered about the box, he opened it. He could not believe that she flew all the way, across the country, spending thousands, just to return some of his old stuff that he may not even need anymore. Ridiculous – he thought!
As he opened, the box had a gift and a note that said, ‘Congratulations! You made it J’
Even though we have changed and we are finding our own place in the world, we know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we will come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we are not still friends.
Happy Journey and See ya soon Sanjay Vasudevan!
Dear Mind,
I appreciate the fact that you have always been around for me, to talk to. And you have been my good old companion for the past 24 years. I admire you and I cannot live without you but yes, there are certain snags that you possess and you must know how I feel about those. You must know that only “Seeing is Believing” and you live in an imaginary paradise.
I know you can think faster than a 1640 GHz processor (if at all that is invented sometime just about). And yet, you suck at decision making. No ‘if clause’ or ‘conditional formatting’ can help you. I know you can create in seconds what an engineer or an architect might take decades to. And, yet you fail to create solutions to situations. You might have unlimited terabytes of storage capacity but that does not necessarily mean you do not need to clear and defragment your memory. Oh wait! You just cannot filter and delete. You cannot forget what I want you to forget and move on. I should play the movie “The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind” for you – again! You are powerful and yet afraid of risks. You don’t take chances and you don’t let me either.
And it doesn’t end here. I want to know how I can be in charge of you without letting you hopelessly follow your choice, the circumstances. I want you to understand that hope is a good thing but not the only thing. It can keep you moving or it can get you devastated. I want to take control but you have to let me and I will show you how decisions are taken; dire memories erased and chips arranged. I will teach you to take that extra leap because you should know; you cannot live on a possibility.
Love you! Take care!

The above photographer I am referring to is Sonaal, one of my most creative friends. He is from Bombay and his photographs are a stairway to heaven!
Recently, I was in a mess. What the hell! I am always in a mess. And one fine day, I woke up from my deep slumber, thanks to those noise-aholics and mosquitoes in Chennai, and I started penning down my mess (for lack of a creative synonym and unanimity). The result – I found THE secret solution to all my hitches. In fact, most likely everyone’s dilemmas in life!
The art of forgetting. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth to remember. Forget the past and forget the future. However, I am not restraining you from planning for the future. Just stop worrying about it so much! Be different and follow what you like. Like Frankie said, do it your way (Yes - the song)!
The present demands a little forgetful memory too. You know – to not sit in a corner and cry or make a fool of yourself! Like, forgetting what you ruined in a presentation. Or forgetting when you lost money in stocks. Or forgetting a cold war with a good friend. Or forgetting that you are probably falling in love with someone who isn’t! And I am not making it up, the solution does work. It's working.