Month: November 2013

What will happen?

Few days ago, it was a very good friend’s b’day. Rati Bhargava, her b’day was being displayed on Facebook b’day reminder and I was thinking to wish her or not. Rati passed away this year. I am mad at her for not telling me anything about her illness. Anyway, I will talk to her in hell, yeah, I know she will go to hell and so do I. The point I am here making is that in Hindu tradition or any tradition as a matter of fact, the belongings of the deceased are buried,disposed or given away.
We live in an age of information, what about the content we post online.what about my blogs,my photos,my various accounts,my email! What will happen to them when I will die? Won’t they keep me alive in a way, at least digitally.

Just a random thought !


Whats expected !

Algorithm of lives :

Slog for 12 years, shut yourself down for 2 or may be 3 years, go to college, get a job even if you don’t like it join the job, don’t take risks, start saving from 1st salary, buy a car,buy overpriced physical things, and other accessories to prove yourself that you are successful and have reached some platform, get married and have kids, slog in office, enjoy vacation once in a while, Goa-Thailand,Singapore, remember the old good days of college, talk to friends and discuss salary, feel jealous about the successful and happy that some are at same levels at you and dealing with same problems as you are,buy property, wait for its appreciation, sell it, take a loan , buy a new house, change the job ,slog more, repay the loan at 40-45,read newspapers, talk about social issues in public but don’t do anything,those who have opportunity to go outside the country become the part of the brigade”been there ,done that” ! ,raise your children give them the same crap as values, retire , get some past time occupation for yourself, take care of grand kids, write, blog, do anything arbit and then Au Revoir !


The lives are ordinary nothing but what we can do is to have the filler moments that will make it extraordinary.



“The sea’s only…

“The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.”

― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild