Worry is the dark-room where 'negatives' develop...

Mind : A galloping horse...

Lots I have in mind, lots I wanna say...

But when I try to, everything fades away.

Introspection, retrospection, circumspection...

Too much inspection I guess,

Solitude, seclusion and isolation,

Why everything seems a mess??

Cooking is not alchemy; there is no magic in the pot...

Mum’s kitchen...

We all either work or will soon work in top-notch companies, MNC’s, corporate sectors or government sectors. How many of these companies or sectors work with 6-σ strategy?? To be factual the number of companies working under 6-σ is analogous to the amount of salt we put in a whole collation. But one of the ubiquitous non-profit making firms running 24 X 7 with 6-σ precision is mum’s kitchen. Hardly ever food gets undercooked or overcooked; on just an odd occasion something goes waste and once in a blue moon the blend of spices goes out of proportion. Such well researched strategies are still arduous, onerous, strenuous to implement in firms and on the contrary it’s being done so effortlessly by our mother’s, the cordon bleus.

Lost...

Am I in a lost generation??

It’s as if I suddenly woke up from my profound sleep and the world turned on its head. Everything looked different and everything meant different. Have I slept so much that I have slipped into a past generation??

Every time I try to update myself to state-of-the-art generation a new one pops up as if mocking my efforts. Sometimes it feels as if I am sitting in a bowl of bursting popcorn's and being atomosophobic. Forestalling every burst as the last one to pacify my phobia, one more corn jumps up in the air to jeer at me.

Why only dream when you can carve your future...

Never give up...

Why to tweet when you can roar...

Why to creep when you can soar...

Why to be tranquil when you can fizz up...

Never give up, never give up, never give up.

Feat of a seat...

What’s in a seat...?

Ever since mankind started taking silhouette, a strange connection started to develop between the seat and the human race. Love for the seat has exponentially amplified ever since. A seat is just a support to our heavy ass or it has a greater implication in our lives? Like every action has an equal and opposite reaction as far as the physical world is concerned, every single action in our life is also connected to some or the other form of seat. Nahi samjhe? Aao samjhata hu...