Reaching There

It was in the September of 2009 that I got stuck with an idea. I decided to create a blog. At that time, it felt that this venture would soon fade away too. However, looking back now, I see that I have stayed faithful to this idea. I wrote sixteen posts in the next four months of the year 2009. Since then I have published close to hundred posts on my blog with another forty a work in progress. A few days back while writing a post I began to wonder why I write. A rather stupid notion at the start but it soon began to evolve into a painful migraine in my head. I had to find an answer that could satisfy my thirst of sanity for my mind. Thus began my journey through the reasons people write. The best place to start is to see if people who write have gone through a similar phase as well. Writing an Act of Optimism I found the answer rather easily! I was browsing through the headlines of The Economists on my Flipboard. An article that was published on June 26th 2012 caught my ...

Life is all about hits and misses. You win some and you lose some. So what's the difference between those who seem to go through rough times with smile a and those who keep seeking help from outside? I feel there's just one difference, those who like to survive have dug deep into their mind and devised a surviving mechanism. It is their philosophy in life, attitude, and confidence; call it whatever you want to but it is something personal that drives them. Recently I came across two such "philosophies" and this post is simply about sharing these gems without tainting with my opinion. So here are those words by a couple of persons whose name you may not necessarily recognize. John Picarello "If you love something but choose not to do it professionally, it's not a waste. Because, you know, you still have it. You have it forever." Sounds so refreshing and honest, right? To find out who is John Picarello you'll have to go through this...

A week ago I was on a train from New Delhi to Kanpur. As the train whizzed along the outskirts of Delhi it momentarily halted near a wasteland. Needless to say it was full of garbage, covered with wild bushes with a small murky water body in the center. Obviously it was a dumping ground for all the waste human beings can generate. Something I wouldn't have given a second look had it not been for what I heard next. "Itni achchi jagah main itna saara kooda, (Such a beautiful place but so much waste covering it)" remarked a child, staring out of the window with curious eyes. Of course his parents didn't pay any heed to this. But this simple observation stuck with me for sometime. It made me take a second look at the land. Now I noticed it was a green patch of land with some wild plants and a few lotuses floating in the water. Surrounded by a lot of half-constructed houses this land may have been a small playground. I could even make out a few wild flowers that had sprun...