Mood's Wings

Mr. Pramod Mahajan recently being shot by his own younger brother. SAD Him currently battling for his life at Hinduja Hospital in Mumbai. MAY LORD GIVE HIM THE STRENGTH TO RECOVER FAST. The past few days all the media channels have been busy showing this battle between life and death on television. Where he was shot, where his brother parked his car, the route he escaped from, why he shot him, how many shots were fired, how many hit him, how many are still in his body, where they are in his body (complete with the anatomical diagrams mind you), who came to visit him at the hospital, who didn’t come to visit him and blah…blah…blah. If this was not enough then there’s this other story about Sher Singh Rana (Phoolan Devi’s assassin) currently being aired. Where he stayed, which bed he slept on, how he escaped last time etc. And, in case you are worried, Mr. Mahajan’s story runs parallely to it. The Narmada Bachao Andolan has taken a back seat for now. But, amidst all this another ...

Got tipsy in a lounge four days back and went to the left. Kept on admiring the glass wash-basin inside. Discovered the truth only after I came out. Disgusting.....Funny!!

I wrote this one during the final placement times here when some of my closest pals were fighting it out for their dream job. This time is the toughest for a B - school student when invariably you start doubting your own capabilities and touch the lowest troughs in your self-beleif and confidence levels. The worst part is that you cannot console themselves truly, because at the bottom of your heart you also don't have any clue how you would have reacted to such phases in your life. Sitting at the edge, on the cliff of hope. I've seen the sun, hanging to a bit of luck. All it needs is a slack, so tight is the rope. All it needs is some luck, to gather that hope.

There occur very few moments in your life when you actually feel so elated, so excited and so captivated about something that the whole world seems to be under your feet for a while. This intensity of emotions has to come from some medium which may be some action, some person or something tangible or intangible. The catalyst needs to be strong enough to incite that fire in you. Today I found that medium in my life which has ignited that dying fire again in me. After having been catapulted many a times in my life, I have finally found a reason to be proud of myself, to hold my head high against all adversities. Life will never be the same again for me I’m sure of that. It’s another thing that medium came to deliver a guest lecture here at our campus on marketing communications. It’s again another thing that she happened to be the Vice- President (Strategy) of a company called JW Thompson which in turn happens to be one of the top two ad agencies in India and amongst top four in the worl...

Desires A day would come when I would laugh, Breeze through the marshes of joy and love, My life will have a meaning, it shall have a pause. It shall have an existence more than a vignette, Until then, I shall burn like a cigarette. Burn like a cigarette as I shall be, Fire at one end, at the other end thee, Lord will I ever come out of this melee? Can I be the one who lives on his own? Free from the pain, which make me moan. Makes me moan the things that will, I want to go up and down that hill, Where rays of hope shine on my window sill. I know that day would come and embrace me , The gods will oblige and grace me.

The past few days have been very turbulent for me psychologically. Have had severe mood swings, depression, anxiety to name a few. Well, life doesn’t always follow the smoothest tracks for u I guess. I have been sarcastic, rude , cynical to many of the people around me and I simply fail to fathom why? May be it’s all a vent for the frustration that has been building inside me for a very long time regarding my life, my career and my aspirations. I wanted to stay happy, at least to pretend to stay happy to people around me so that they do not feel the heat of my erratic behaviour. But, so far I’ve been unsuccessful at that. I felt like explaining things to them as in why I was avoiding them, lashing out at them and scorning them. They too deserve an explanation being some of my closest pals but, I feel I just couldn’t explain things to them. If only I could do that to them…..to myself. If only……… Well coming back to sanity, I have been tagged by Manish and Nidhi who have asked me to name...