Makhtub, living life as it comes

The legend of Vruksha turned into a legend just when it was about to be the laughing stock of the nation, nay the world in fact as a practical joke of a few young urchins from just another nondescript city of India. The country which had borne witness to many a story of heroes and legends was once again witnessing a heroic story of the legend to unfold. A legend to which the world ruled by the sun would stand testament as the greatest moment of life and its life giver on the same platform of justice. Vruksha was about to begin in the same role as that of any other action of nature. Only this time the matters were on the same hand and the world had no say in it but to just listen......

Just another day Just another miracle To start with, it begins with the fact again, time to go on a journey again. The day was good, I began with the fact of being elated for the fact of watching the sun rise. The sun rise which was quite a bit of a beautiful scene in itself. There i was standing at the top of a small hillock, surrounded luckily with a bit of a greenery around. (yes, there is a bit of a greenery left around in Bangalore!!, rather strange for the garden city). Walking along in and around one of the large parks in Bangalore has its perks. You get to inhale all sorts of air, from the fresh dew drops nestling themselves gently on the grass to the point of having to bear the stench of every other open drain emitting all the needless flavor of the day before party. Well, cant help much can you. Now back to the day to day story of living. It so happened that the trip to the park so early in the morning was just an excuse of getting back to shape or actually to keep my

Bangalore on a cloudy day.

                                         Just coming along…. To begin with, the other day seems to be happening just again and again. Well not exactly in the BMTC buses nowadays, but rather everywhere. I admit, rather sheepishly, I too have been bitten by the mobile bug (read talking on the road). To start off, we just have to rest the argument of the other day for a while and just move to what has recently happened. Not just with me, or my friends or any other individual known to me. It is simply put the seasonal change for all of them. Not just them but the scores and scores of residents across the sub-continent. Yes, it is the Season that I am talking about. Seasons of multiple color’s which are as varied as the amendments to our constitution? But the summer heat is not the only thing that comes to be seen when venturing into the potboiler environ of the city. The city is after all quite literally boiling. What with temperatures

The other day… Generally that is how the conversation begins. It was just a regular wait at the bus stop. A wait for the beautiful collection of, not buses, debris of metro work to clear a little space for a bus to pass ahead on the road. A conversation is always happening at any given BMTC bus stop at any given point of time. Either it is the always lost lover boys (lets be honest girls too) glued to their cell phones or those eccentric phones who flash their fancy gadgets to get some social respect (!!). Anyways, here is another one of those bus stop escapades in a non-disclosed (politically incorrect) bylined bus stop of Bangalore (or is it yet transforming to Bengalooru). The other day (!!), I was standing at a bus stop in one of those major areas of Bangalore where you could actually see a mixture of quite a bit of people. Now, this being a major junction, the number of people and the frequency of buses were frantically high. Naturally, there were the regular buses to the swanky

A New Decade... Let me begin this by wishing to the world a very happy new year. A truly new year indeed. Quite a bit of happenings around the world give out this sense of being happy. What prompts this happiness. Is it that we, as a collective group, have just seen through a historical decade or is it that the events of this past decade have been so much different and trying that we are just jubilant in seeing it off all together and begin with a new start. While one leading national newspaper has been promoting peace with our troubled neighbor! Other media channels have been out hunting cops with lesser morals in their line of duty. Let us talk of our own home some other time, but what actually has been the decade gone by for the globe, a decade where the world started with the fear of the Y2K bug and is now sitting on top of another supposed end, “2012”. Little thoughts to grand revelations all of which lie on one particular date In history, 2012. What matters is just the s