Lost as a son. Lost as a lover. Lost as a friend. Lost as a confidante. Lost as a guide. Lost as a student. Lost one. Lost all.
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Off to Lucknow
This is gonna be a really hectic weekend. I returned from office last night at about 9 and headed straight to a friend’s place. We drank a bit, cooked our dinners and caught up with the latest technological advances. From there, I was off to another friend’s place, the one with whom I am currently [...]
Misplaced sense of righteousness
Today morning, while on my way to the office, I was listening to a podcast by a guy called Savage Love. Too corny, eh? Well, I am not sure if that’s his real name. But then, what the heck!
Anyway, the point is, it was apparently a podcast where he dished out relationship advices to his listeners. There was this one female who had called up and said that she had a friend who is visibly abusive to his girlfriend. She said that he not just verbally abused her in front of his friends, but also was hardly ever ‘nice’ to her. Apparently he had never done anything nice for her other than cooking for her when she came home from office. That too she suspected he did because he’d be back home earlier and loved to cook, in general. How did she reach to this conclusion? Because more often than not he would never wait up for his girlfriend to have his dinner.
Being friends to both of them, she wasn’t sure how would she react.
Now, another incident. I was recently having a debate (sorts) with one of my lady friends where the discussion was that if you are friends with one person, and you end up being friends with the partner too (just by extension of being friends with the former), where would your loyalty lie with?
The reason I interconnected the second incident, with the first, was because I felt the ‘caller’ was in a dilemma because she could not find an answer to the second question. The fact that she was originally friends with the guy, and that there’s no wrong/injustice done “to him”, she wasn’t sure where her responsibilities lied. And hence needed help to figure out a plausible decision.
My Tryst with a NGO
For the last couple of days, a few of my friends and I have been trying to organize a fund raiser where we could raise around Rs 1,50,000 as donations in our effort to distribute quilts/blankets to the destitutes residing on the Delhi streets. We named it Blanket of Relief.
For the same cause, we had been on the lookout to partner with a couple of NGOs who would help us reach the last mile. That is, we needed someone who had the experience to distribute the blankets to ones who need them. On top of that, we also needed a NGO to handle the donations that came in, to keep the system transparent and instill faith in the hearts of the donors.
On one such conversation, I managed to come across a NGO who showed a lot of interest in partnering with us, and furthering our cause. But, there was a twist. Apparently, the cause we were fighting for, was not the cause they were interested in. They were the ones who looked after solving administration and water problems for the poor. And hence, in their bid to help us, the Director of the NGO suggested us to present a fake invoice for water pumps, and also furnish fake images of new water pumps being installed, so that he could show it in his books that the money that got collected were used in installing water pumps in water ridden areas.
Blog Awards, Mumbai Trip, and more…
Time, as they say, stops for none. Nah, not even for the Devil himself. My last week has been weird. I mean, it’s been great in some respects, but then, it kinda sucked too. On top of it, I have been keeping shit busy. And hence this post, after a hiatus of one whole week!
Well, first things first. I must admit, I have NEVER (yes, never!) before received a blog award, and here is the very first one, thanks to Rohini. Yes, I am happy. I must admit, I am not really excited about the award itself. But the very gesture that Rohini felt this blog should be awarded, was what touched my heart. And of course, just like your very first love, you always remember your very first blog award. So, without any more ado, here’s my award! 
It was one hell of a night!
It’s been a while since i have been wanting to write some fiction. Talking about your real life is good. But then fiction is what makes your heart race, fiction is what allows you to hallucinate. Or should I say, fantasize? I know I am more of a narrator, than a story teller. So, I decided to share a little incident in my life that not many people really know of. And well, let’s not consider Sakshi in the list. She’s been around for a long while, now.
So, the story is from a time when the movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was still a rage. It was from the time when Jurassic Park had just released and people were still reading books about Stegosaurus, Diplodocus and the T-Rex. I used to live in a hostel. The city was Kolkata. The year was 1995. And I was just a 10 year old kid.
Love
I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels,
but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.
I may have the gift of inspired preaching,
I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets,
I may have all the faith needed to move mountains,
but if I have no love, I have nothing.
This blog is basically a chronicle of my life, and my emotions, since the time I first left home, in search of the oblivion, in quest of my ultimate goal. This blog has a lot of my memories that still manages to churn out a plethora of emotions within me, every time I wade through the cobwebs of my memory. While I was just a little teenager when I started with it, today I am in the transition phase of being a man of my own stature. And the journey still continues.
