Lazy Blogger

A Very Happy New Year… I know its already 13 days down, but as they say better late than never, so here am finally penning down a post as well as wishing all the readers and the people in general a very successful, healthy, joyful, love-filled year ahead. There were so many things to write about, in the last few months, but laziness ruled the roost as I ended up postponing and never came up with anything. New Year comes with lot of partying, celebrations, booze, and of course the most fragile thing in this world “New Year Resolutions”. They say the best way to ensure that you keep your resolutions is that you discuss it with the people around you so that you feel ashamed that you haven’t kept your word. Well, there are so many thick skinned people in this world and if people can’t break the promises they make to themselves, then the world would not be such a imperfect and happening place to live in. Anyways I haven’t really made any resolutions as such for the sake of the new year, but...

“Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do” says Mark Twain in his story, ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’ . Coming to think of it, those two sentences hold one of the fundamental principles of success and joy in life. Why do we sulk when our parents ask us to study and why don’t we even battle an eyelid when it comes to sweating it out in the sun playing games? Why such different terminology of ‘Work’ and ‘Play’? Leaving physics aside, work can be commonly be defined as the amount of effort involved or in other terms the measure of physical, mental, or emotional energy they will have to spend to perform the same. Don’t we do the same thing while playing? Which is that one game that doesn’t require you to exert physically/mentally/emotionally? I cant think of any. Then why different terminologies? This perhaps stems from our very approach to it. Anything that we love doing, is termed as play, while anything that we are forc...

Jay took another swig from his cigarette. Quite oblivious of the “No Smoking” board beneath which he was sitting. Being the single soul present there at that unholy hour, there wasn't anyone who was complaining, and even if some one did bother Jay did not give it a damn anyways. He was fully drenched, and every swig he took added to some warmth to his body as the hot smoke filled his lungs and were exhaled through his nostrils. The white shirt, clung on to his well chiseled upper torso. His black striped tie was loosely dangling from his shirt collar. He was firmly perched on the wooden bench outside the general ward of the hospital. Here he needn't bear the brunt of the terrible weather. And all he needed is some place where he could be all by himself. Water was dripping from all over his body. He was now shivering as the wind blew as if to torment him more. Jay looked at his watch adorned wrist, it seemed to him as time wasn’t moving at all. He tried not to, but still his min...

"Dolly, Come here you bitch" he summoned. And there she came and sat next to him. Was she hurt, angst, saddened one couldnt say from her body language. Nevertheless she sat next to him. Looked into the eyes she had fallen in love with 3 yrs back. Those green eyes, clear, unambiguous, passionate, inquisitive. She still felt the warmth as he placed his hand over her head and patted her. She couldnt speak, for nothing she would say would make sense to him. It never did. She thought about the 3 yrs they had spent together in that one bedroom house of his, in the ever busy, posh locale of South Delhi. She was brought up by some ppl whom she knew not, in the outskirts of the city. She dint know who her parents were and also if she had any siblings. She dint have any property or asset which would attract her kith and kin towards her. She had resigned herself to this life of hers. But then those days she was too young and may be a shade ignorant and immature to understand all this. T...

"Beep" "beep" went my mobile; I took it out expecting a sms from a friend, to my surprise it was from my bank informing me that my account has been credited with my salary. My first pay cheque!!!! Well I can't express how I felt in words. But my face creased into a smile, finally I was adding to the GDP. I went into flashback mode, as a child how much I had yearned for this day. What was the major difference between then and now except the pay cheque, the profile and the so called pseudo-maturity? Innocence! Innocence is what separates a child and man, you may say that as we grow we mature, yes we do but at the cost of innocence. I’m not saying that innocence ceases to exist but it is overshadowed and pushed into the darkest corner of our heart. Well looking back I can definitely say I would want to remain a child throughout my life and why not, living without a care in the world; no job pressures, no peer pressure, no rivalry, no impression management, no false...