V r connected...

V r connected...

I think of a song in my mind...

U start singing and I feel we are connected.

I want to hear from you...

Suddenly my cell rings and I feel we are connected.

Unlocking dreams...

The hazy world of dreams...

Some say dreams are what we think about whole day, some say it’s what we want to achieve in the present, some connect it to the uncertain la-la land of future. Whatever it is there is some murkiness in it and there can never be a perfect answer to the gates of mind.

Why we see dreams?? There is a lot of speculation regarding dreams and their origin. Are they a way to erase those sensory impressions or ideas that were not fully worked up during the day or in plain words is it just a removal of junk from our brains? Do these dreams help in strengthening of semantic information stored in brain and thereby help in linking up distant memories??

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.