Sundays had rebelled from being an epitome of togetherness. The thought of spending a Sunday alone dreaded Javed so much that even on Saturdays, which were half days at work for him, he would sit in his office till six, waiting for Roohneet to finish her work and meet him up on her way back to her home.
They were together from more than two years, and yet they were continuously discovering each other’s angels and devils. The relationship had had its share of howls and grunts to make them habitual of each other’s ability of loving and hurting each other at times. Continue reading
Sidhharth collected the prints and began to study the various graphs and charts that showed the various aspects of the work being done at various levels in the company.
“Crap!” He frowned and drew a big circle at one of the bar charts, highlighting a data input mistake. He checked the time on his mobile and walked back towards his desk in a hurried pace.
“What about lunch Sid?” Aakash said while Sidhharth passed right beside him.
Sidhharth made a quick turn towards him and said, “Two minutes, that’s all! Our conversation is still pending!” Continue reading
I have always thought of storytelling as an art. An art of depicting emotions beautifully and hypnotically through one’s actions and words that the listener finds himself as a part of the story being told. It is an art of converting a rather boring story into a fairy tale, and sometimes even more. It is an art of picking a story lying in a stinking drain under the footpath and placing it in the center of the temple for readers to worship. It is an art which he boasted about possessing, until he realized the truth. Continue reading
Harish was on phone when Sunny spotted him coming out of the airport.
Quite a busy man.
He waved at Harish, who was still searching for a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes stopped at Sunny and a bright smile appeared on his face. He pointed a finger towards Sunny and made a poking gesture while biting his lower lip.
Still the same.
They hugged each other tightly for a long time without saying a word. Sunny was the one to speak first.
“You’re still the same. Lean.”
“But you have added a lot of extra weight around your waist, can hardly clutch you like I used to!”
“Yeah man, what you know about the perks of having a wife anyway.”
“Woah! I thought fifteen years would have changed you a bit, you too are still the same. Sarcastic!” Continue reading
This article refers to my profile picture which I published on Facebook today evening. I was, by birth, a Sikh, and I tried my best to understand the ideologies of Sikhism. I followed the life span of ten gurus, the way they lived, the messages they shared with the masses, the good deeds they did, the bad deeds they did and turned them into good deeds by giving strong arguments against the justification of their actions, I went through everything. I wrote an article in March titled “The God, The Devil & The Human” in which I presented my personal views & counter views of popular religions around the world. The article has been liked more than it is hated. I wondered what could have been the reason of its success in the times where people are just looking for a reason to kill anyone on the name of religion. Wars are waged, riots take place, youth and populations are misguided by those in power and are used against the same youth and populations. Continue reading
Guilt is heavy. The feeling of guilt can change the course of a person’s life. Guilt is the realization of mistakes which brings several other factors in play such as feeling sorry, trying to correct the mistakes, to repair the damage done, to make peace with the ones who were made to suffer, to clarify our actions and to make promises that the similar mistake won’t happen in future. But, all these factors are worth an effort only if the feeling of guilt arises from within and is not forced externally. Continue reading
I am sitting at my computer from quite a long time and am thinking about what to post at muktimantra.com. The answer is ‘I have no clue.’ I was given an idea to write about ‘Pessimism’ but I don’t want to discuss the reasons of negativity on this platform. I wouldn’t write on ‘Optimism’ as well so that my friend doesn’t feel offended to know that I ignored his advice and wrote on something which was exactly opposite to what he advised. Another friend advised me to write about the difference of life in Hyderabad & Jammu. I won’t do that either because I don’t compare. Everything has a uniqueness in itself. Every situation, every location is unique. I never compare things or places that are different. Comparison arises in similarities. Jammu is home and there is no place like home anywhere else. So what should I write about? Continue reading