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.
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! 
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.
Are you Friends with your Partner’s ex?
I have a friend of mine, Tamanna, who was once in a relationship with Rajiv. Their affair was a pretty torrid one, and lasted for quite a while. However, Tamanna had always been looking for commitment, and Rajiv was in no position to give it to her. Rajiv had a set path for his career, and marriage never really figured in it. So, despite both of them loving each other with their hearts and souls, Tamanna did not have a choice but look elsewhere. So, they decided to call it quits, but remained friends.
My Head Bows Low
My head bows low. To see you hurt. To feel you cry. To hear you scream. My head bows low. My head bows low. To read your woes. To remember your pains. To surrender to the fate. My head bows low. My head bows low. When you tell me how much you loved. When I [...]
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.
