Love, Life and Happiness

I find all my old friends on Facebook, getting back to the community with great vigor (myself included) as we all approach our forties, which marked old age in the times of yore, and I am reminded of Virginia Wolf who said "One of the signs of passing youth is birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them". I remember, when we knew each other long time ago, death was a possibility which was not even looked at as a possibility. There were two people in the college, that I knew personally well and lost to freak accidents, and that was the closest to death that I had ever been, one of them having his last words, before loosing sense of all words around. But still, death seemed to be a far fetched idea, it was something that can happen to people, yes, people, not to me. Never could I comprehend the fear when we would engage into acts endangering life, Ah, so sure we were of life, then. We would get angry with people and will not step forwa

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There is a sense of disdain with which I have always looked at people who took immense care of how they look, physically. That is, till the time I could see my midriff grow to the point, which seems like a point of seemingly no return to me and feel several hammers hitting hard against my chest every time I would climb up to my second story house. I tried to make fun of people who took care of themselves and found solace for missing out on each passing day which went off without any exercise and with as poor a food habit as could be imaginable.But, I did know in heart of my heart that it was no narcissism in taking care of yourself. As I find my daughter playing with the toys on the festival of Holi, the hammering heart of mine makes me very angry and annoyed for the pretense of being a higher order human being who too happy to focus on developing mental faculty while the body took the beating on account of poor eating habits coupled with lack of exercise. What started as believin

It is another Saturday, little laid back one, after a very long time. Got up at moderately early hours for a non-office day, at around   eight in the morning and the good thing is once my little daughter was up around half an hour after that, she for once agreed to take a quick shower together with me. So all sunny and washed up, two of us were ready well by around half past ten and are at the neighbourhood Cafe Coffee Day outlet, where she is now almost as regular as I was at the Indian Coffee House in Raipur during my engineering graduation. While she today expressed her grand desire to deviate from her regular chocolate brownie to a piece of black forest, the same was left out almost entirely uneaten, as I unknown to the mind of the child asked for a glass of water. The little lady, almost immediately saw the straw there and putting two and two together, decided, trying to drink water by the straw was much better fun idea than eating the black forest. When she started playing and

It has been almost since last Sunday that I have been thinking of the truth behind the parent-child friendship. In the Indian context, I do not know if we can truly call it a friendship,given the slightly orthodox mechanization of parent and child relationships in India, the famed Abhishek and Amithabh relationship notwithstanding. Mostly parents, in Indian context are looked at with a certain degree of veneration. Even with a distant and remote kind of affliction, there still remains a sense of oneness, the kids feel towards their parents, and a lot has variously been written about the father-daughter relationship.    Ever since my little, pink princess landed into my life things have been different. All the dark corners of my thoughts seem to have been suddenly lit up, like the streets of the town in the Commonwealth games make-over, and all relevance is pegged on to the little lady of the life. Ever since, my vision could come out of the ecstasy of being a father, when I first saw