Convictions

The ceiling fan shadow extending towards him slowly paving the way for the impending darkness. The entire afternoon was a lull, the distant honking along with the rustling leaves of a nearby tree in tune with his heart beat tethered to the harbinger of eternal pain were settling on his ears like a melancholic euphony.  Pigeons happen to frequent the window of his room trying to pry about the triangle. The triangle is somewhat dissimilar to the legendary Devil’s triangle. Its three vertices happen to be desire, punishment and the soul. The one being pulled inside is the social being. The upshot of desire is the deplorable actions involved in fulfilling it, followed by the punishment for the doings. Thus the soul deterioration leads to underwhelm the supreme-being and hence the triangle . The pigeon mockingly leaves his room fluttering its wings as though running away from his insanities. He feels hungry after formulating the socio-geometric theorem and so the clichéd 2 min no...

·        The nerves of my temple are once again taut.        Will the efforts lead to another naught? ·        Times like these create a plaintiff. Laws and policies urge me to riff. ·        Honesty once the best policy! Stays six feet under jealousy. ·        Anti-corruption movement via civil society. Some say it’s nothing but exaggerated anxiety. ·        Human development index or fuel statistics. No one there to seer or clear the politics. ·        Few ounces of petrol but beer to the brink. I do drive but I don’t drink.

She exchanged all the pleasantries with me, the entire journey. She was whispering to me the engineering and design of deceptive labyrinth called life, and in it all the civil society living a pipe-dream . Her constant “wooshing” suddenly lulled as the brakes clenched the steel. The horn of the locomotive engine cautioned the arrival of Itarsi. The platform was comparatively less crowded in comparison to the platform of the capital city. Hawkers and vendors shouting tea (my favorite beverage indeed) urged me to slip my hand into my pocket to get my tab, in order to savor its aroma and thus aesthetically please my taste buds. This is another reason why I like window seats.  The only good thing about travelling alone is attention to detail. Never before was I amazed by the intensity of the nightly beauty, the fragrances of trees and mud, the weird sounds of creatures of night, all tranquilized me, made me forget the chafe feelings and soothed my chastised heart. The exacerbating...

·    Is it good to be important or is it more important to be good? ·    Dreams and desires are fickle if they aren’t brought into existence simultaneously. ·    Swig, snuff and puff etc. are killer words in dictionary. ·    Are men really the masters of their fate? ·    People never let you forget your mistakes! ·    An agonized and throbbed mind is the most efficient machine in the world. ·    Talk is evanescent, writing leaves footprints. ·    Am I really crazy?

Friends is an American sitcom created by David Crane and Marta Kauffman, which aired on NBC from September 22, 1994 to 2004. P.S.: This is a recommendation to all those who believe in the blog title. To the reader-after reading this you will surely make an opinion(I guess will be that I am insane) about me please feel free to post it. To start of the dictionary meaning of a friend...(A person you know well, who is not usually a member of your family and you regard him/her with affection and trust). The meaning mentioned here is just for mere knowledge. Well the essence of friendship (justified as it was) from a few mentions of Krishna and Sudama from my childhood recollections (the days when I felt like a feather!), I happen to be in search of it. A few of my ACQUAINTANCES made me believe that I have achieved the desired, as a matter of fact I have but in a slightly different way(I’ll come to that later). The childhood playmates that I thought will grow to be friends (in ...