Dancing on the fine line


The day sucked and night was not confounding. The cynicism was clear. The lust of animal brain was acting out a script for a new scheme. All the gods and demons are invited.

Push it. Aberration is the new panacea, and dogma the cancer. The insidious pathway was leading to the hell, only I did not know.

Just like the sheets of ice on water, my chances are way too thin to make it, but who is to stop from not faking it.

From the random selection to micro-processor logical deduction, let us settle for all, and re evolve.



Dream Job


05:00 PM meeting on Friday to discuss month end balance sheet, before that get all the weekly statements of expenditure, expense and revenue. Then calculate the profits and loss for the month. One of Arnold’s many tasks as an accountant in a major bank.

Life was pretty good, or was it?

No criminal background, clean slate, no backlogs in degree and high flying academics. Atta boy, you are eligible for all the marquee courses in sciences, accounting and engineering, but there is a problem. Just like you there are million others who are vying for the same courses and then the job that requires the eligibility of completing the course and eventually doing something else at work.

Yo boy, you need something more. You need to join boy’s scout and then the military and then the orchestra and then the community service and then you will make a good candidate.

Alright said Arnold and he did all of them, in the same order and with great intensity, to finally land the job of an accountant to kiss someone else’s ass.

Arnold was pretty good at what he did, though he felt he was not able to go to the next place. Quarter and quarter passing by and his name for promotion was being pushed far and far to space. Arnold found it hard to see his friends climbing up the corporate ladder in their respective chosen profession. This just does not make sense.

I am not a prodigy. I have not followed the Malcolm gladwell, 10000 hours rule into doing anything. I hate to be in the same place, I want to grow, but somehow it just does not seem to happen at my work place. I know for sure, this just does not feel right, and that is why I am unable to innovate and do beyond what is required to be called excellent, exceeded beyond expectations.

And there was Arnold, at the cross roads, ready to make a decision. To hell with all this corporate world and growth structure, I don’t dig it. I have been patched up with this for a long time now, if I want to do the best of what I can then I will have to find what works me the best. And then Arnold, resigned from his work, along with lot of greetings of pity he got lot of caveats and bread butter advice’s from lot of friends and family on how he was throwing his life away.

Throwing away my life would be if I have to do that work again, something I am good at but not inspired by. Something I do not feel empowered by, something which is not challenging me in all dimensions, something which is not helping humanity in a way I want to and something which does not occupy all my consciousness.

Like a son leaving the house to find his destination, Arnold left not just his job, but also the city and all the people he knew. He wanted to find a new identity, the one which was not influenced by his past, pure and sanguine.


He was walking down the street of the new town, and the road was slowly leading to somewhere quite, as the sun was starting to fade away and nowhere to go, Arnold was savoring the moment. No pressure of future and no trepidation of past. He was a bird freed from it cage into a wild forest, where either he could grow stronger from the freedom available or die from the vagaries of the nature.

He heard something, a blues rhythm, mellow and sweet, which hits you a bit and goes away; you can’t bit and chew on it. He followed the sound which took him on many detours to finally land in a place which looked strange. Lot of cardinal spray paintings, bold, outrageous and secluded. There was an old man, fidgeting the rhythm of blues on his old fender strat, with the smoke of the cigar in his mouth, creating an aura of brilliance around his head.

Hello, I am Arnold, I heard your rhythm, it was nothing like I ever heard or radio, TV or internet. What is it, Could you please explain? The old man did not like Arnold’s gesture; this is not how things work in this part of the world. Not everyone is a friend and you cannot expect a stranger to come to your door and ask for the secrets of your life’s work. The old man just went inside and closed the door.

Arnold was disappointed for sure, but he also knew that he had to leave behind all that corporate business minded culture and the knowledge of past; he had to start from scratch. He had planned to work in nearby farm to help grow rice and in the meantime he decided to research on the old man.

Note: this is a short story of fiction, and the character could be anybody and this should be treated purely as fictitious. The story will be followed up further, please wait.

Whatever it takes


Minute 1, gets in between 2 players zooms past them, he is fouled from behind

Minute 11, 30 yards from the goal, he dribbled with pace at the defense, once again body tackle from the back, foul and free kick given

Minute 13, he got the pass, defender right behind, his speed and imagination is such, a quick turn and he was gone like a wind. The defender could not fathom this so he clipped his ankle. Unnecessary foul and rightfully yellow carded. The play resumed.

Minute 15, received short pass towards the end line of the right, just in front of the half line of the 105×68 meters stadium in Barcelona called Nou Camp, he tried to hold and run past the defender in front, but the defender had another idea. Sergio Ramos rammed into him mercilessly, intentionally blunt and unnecessary foul on the smallest player on pitch. Bad foul, but he continued after the brief interruption for the foul from the referee.

He was the best attacking player for Barcelona that day, who would go on to became the one of the youngest player ever to score for them and the greatest player of not just Barcelona but the world has ever seen. It was clear up until now that the only tactic the opposition had in their mind was to break his leg whenever the opportunity presented in a smart and tactical way that will not get the defender red carded and suspended from the match. That tactic worked shamelessly for most of the match, but that did not stop him for once.

After every foul, he woke up as if nothing happened. No memory of pain or malice towards the in humanness shown towards him. He did not care. He wanted to win and every time he had the ball, he had the opportunity to show why he was the greatest. Normal people under his circumstances would either be injured or faded. Their confidence broken, energy consumed and belief shaken. But nothing happened to him. He was as fresh as he was at the start of the game. Clear in mind and clear in body. Not clinging to the past failures, pushing himself each moment over and over again. Process excellence, continued persistence, fair competence, novel imagination and unmatchable performance, few of the superlatives to describe a man who will not understand a word of it because he doesn’t speak English, forever hiding his secrets to the western world.




Things changed at half time, the coach realized their best player is not effective on the right, other than drawing many fouls he did not make any telling contribution, so the coach shifted him to the middle. Things were not much better, as the opposition found it easy to stifle the attack.

90th minute (the final minute of the game), long field ball to Henry from the mid field on the right who runs for few yards and then squares the ball to the center box, 20 yards from goal. There comes the man haunted with fouls for the whole evening with blistering pace to fetch the ball. He manages to slow down just in time to control the ball with his left foot, in front him was the best goal keeper of the coming decade, standing as tall he could make of himself, but he is unable to stop what happens next. Delicate chip shot from the man over the head of the goal keeper, a shot that looks so beautiful to fool the onlookers for the level mastery that is needed to execute that shot at the highest level. GOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Since 2003, FIFA has made the rule stricter in terms of Goal celebration. Removing shirt while celebrating constitutes a foul and yellow card, but that did not matter to him. He removed his shirt and ran back to the team dug out to celebrate the goal and the moral victory against his bitterest rivals.

Sorry for such a long digression. The protagonist of this story is Lionel Messi, and the soccer match was Barcelona vs Real Madrid, 2008.



Underneath the layers, behind the walls
Deep into the minuscule
There is order and symmetry

Higher above
At the edge of sight
There is color and pattern, hard to replicate

Service unconditional
Paramount strive
There is a state of flow

Ornate surface, elaborate
Intricacy confounding
There is a fragrance never seen

Gargantuan size
Egregious power
There is purpose inside

Note for note in key
Creation semblance of emotions
There is ingenious harmony

Pedantic observation
Grit and courage to provoke
There is revelation to be found

Experience given
Wisdom to be taken
There is a road less traveled


Leave it one me


You see the world with partially open eyes
Unable to perceive the depths
Leave it on me for the guidance

Watch the colors
Bright, vivid and different
Leave it on me for the variance

Pain and the joy
Longings and the having’s
Leave it on me for the balance

The effort and the fruit
Sighting and the craving
Leave it on me for the fairness

The me and the him
Right and the wrong
Leave it on me for the conscience

The hope and your despair
Never ending turbulence
Leave it on me for the calmness

The do and the not done
Question mark of the question
Leave it on me for the completeness



Godean is the white

Devdean is the black

Devdean: Godean, you have always undermined me. You always keep telling people white is better and black is worse. Black does not mean it’s bad. Black is a void, the absence of light. Perfect Black is the most unreachable state. You see light everywhere here, but most of the universe is black, there is nothing. All the space that you crave for, even the atom is mostly empty. You have been spreading misnomers over and over about me, swaying people away from the truth, never really understanding me. You are a traitor.

Godean: Sorry brother, I do not comprehend, what you are talking about?

Devdean: Don’t call me brother. You are a cheat. You have rigged everything. Aren’t you the one that says negative is bad, even though all the energy that people are using is through a phenomenon of electricity, which is mainly the movement of negative charge, the electron. All the compounds and materials that you have are possible only through the exchange of electrons, the negative charge. The electron that has to constantly move around the atom to escape the influence of positive, yet the positive is always stable, sitting around and doing nothing.

Godean: Your scientific knowledge is quite impressive, what has this got to do with your accusation?

Devdean: Look at you playing, innocence. It doesn’t quite suit the pretentious drama that you seem to put up all the time. If you want everything to be right, why don’t you tell people what is right than blaming me for all the wrong things in the world.

Godean: If only I could do that I would do it. It is the responsibility of everyone to cross the chasm and get across the Styx, people have to make that journey, I cannot teach them that, for I will be committing a perjury.

Devdean: You know for sure, humans are fallible and many would not make that journey, then why do keep prophesying your quixotic ideals to the modest, this applies even to the most noble, they are lazy and corrupt.

Godean: I am afraid; I do not have the answer. The world is run by far more powerful force, even more powerful than you and me. I am just an ancillary, whose job is to guard the house; I do not call the shots. For that matter even a lion is lazy after its stomach is full, an otter is corrupt when it cannot find the right things. Humans are not unique in that regard.

Devdean: yet you are clever to blame me for all the idiosyncrasies and obvious facts of life like death, ambiguity and nature. For everything that is wrong, blame me. I have become the bin for everyone’s garbage. The world is filled with unjustified expectations and anticipation. Everyone wants everything to be fast, better and nicer and guess what neither has their brain become faster, neither has their demeanor become well or the words become nicer. Always asking and asking, never giving and never working hard.

Godean: Do you have a solution or you’re just blaming me since others or blaming you?

Devdean: you know very well what I might ask and you know very well you would ignore that.

Godean: For the record, just make it conspicuous

Devdean: Singularity, let us all merge, lets become one, no more white and no more black. No right and no wrong, no production and no extinction.

Godean: you are saying, begin from scratch or end?

Devdean: end it

Godean: so that you can take vacation?

Devdean: no, so that there is no more bad blood on my end.

Godean: It is you’re job to take the hits and to make things right through your way. Do not try to remiss on your duties. You keep people on their toes. The possibility of bad makes everyone working out all possibilities and generally gets the best out of them. You drive people to work hard every day. You do not need any external validation. You provide the necessary balance to keep people grounded. You show them the difference. Only those who understand you would have made it in life.

Devdean: I am not eschewing on my job, I am saying this will never end and there must be a better way out.

Godean: There is no better way, this is it.

Devdean: aren’t you escaping from your job, saying so?

Godean: No, I know things are not perfect, and things can never be perfect. It is not about perfection; it is about doing what you can do, and trying to do the best. It is about making the most out of what you have got and helping others reaching their potential just like you did it for yourself. Be a tree and water other plants too. It is about persistence.

Devdean: I knew exactly this would lead this way. Always Utopian talk.Anyhow I got a job to do, many morons are acting deleterious and I need to teach them a lesson. I hope I do not see you soon.

Godean: I have my side of work too, bye.

The Sun says


The Sun says, come take my hand, for all its worth, everything needs me
Come, I am the life
Come, take my energy and manifest
Come, share my vigor with others
Come, be not afraid

My fire can light as well burn
Protect the fire
Lend the sight
Learn from the night

I burn all day long
On my side, run forever long
Run, run and run

I am the right and I am the might
You can see my sight all bright

Everything starts from me and ends in me
You are the beginning and the end
You are the now and there forever

Saturday Maxim


This is from a rare interview of Robert Oppenheimer
A scientist, whose work changed the course of history
Many are quite ambivalent of his success, which is the Manhattan Project
I will not go into that because that is not the intention of this piece
The gist of human accomplishments and the challenges of future can be construed from this tiny bit

Actual excerpt 

Question: How does an uninformed man stay relevant in an era that is so dominated by scientists and intelligent people?

Scientists may know a patch of something
An intelligent guy may know few more spots from other people’s work
He may be able to read a book
But his condition is a condition of almost everyone
This is that almost everything that is known to a man he does not know anything about it at all
Or knows it in a sketchy way
Because it has become complicated
The problem of coherent civilization, is the problem of living with ignorance
And not being frustrated it

The Voice


Hear me, you would not, I rather not say
You only see the badge and the pay

Most of the times I have the same ask, you ignore
Urgent requirements and you snore

So many sounds, lost in the noise
When the time comes, you have no poise

Not all heated coal turns diamond
Some just wither away, chastened

The said is said and haves are done
In the ubiquity of entirety, the identity of originality is none

Tuesday Maxim


From the remote corners of the void that cannot be felt, there comes something devoid of any matter or equivalence, that does not exist and yet that matters everything. Words barely touch the surface of the confounding depth, so deep that the conscious reboots itself when touched by the grace. What can you know, or why do you want to know? To know is an exercise in futility.

Life is now and now is life.

The illusion or reality is the practicality of survival. The real is subterfuge, Maya is the Queen. Waiting every second to mesmerize the puppet and to play him the way she wants. For he is a fool and forever will be, lusting for the immediate gratification.

Be without, for if you can. Castle without king or Queen, built out of nothing.



Uncharted, One thing at a time


What is Experience?

Experience is what you get, when you realize that world does not work the way you imagined it to be.

Why on earth you thought it to be that way before?

We all tend to develop mental models, right from very early age. Absurd as it may sound, many of those ideas and philosophies are from movies, jokes and various other apocryphal sources. At a early age you need an answer and you take what you get without validating it. The vicissitude of the matter is that these fallacious models are still with us.

Ironically, the model is designed in such a way as to reject all the non-conforming believes. So you will never get to know what you do not know or what you know is not right because the model filters it before it even gets to your consciousness.

Sometimes, when you are deep in thought, it may strike you that since none of the experiences are matching the model, it might be wrong. Most of the times, you may figure out it is wrong but since you do not know the right answer, you still fallback to the old model.


Close friend of Model is Habits. Some habits are chosen, some are not. My favorite example of habits is from Arjen Robben. He is a world class footballer, always believed to have had more opportunities never to have made it big. Intuition is everything is sports. You train day to build good intuition. Thinking is stinking. Thinking slows you down, which is why you develop automatic behaviors, through deliberate practice. However, few bad examples can build bad habits. Missing goal now and then at critical junctures of game creates a bad feedback loop, which can turn a good player into a permanent loser. I am citing Arjen robben, because he turned it around in 2013. Right at the nick of time, when familiar circumstance showed up, instead to falling back to his old actions of failure, he did something different. He made the right choice and scored the winning goal for his team, winning champions league for Bayer Munich, supposedly biggest achievement of his career. Trick is to recognize the trap and not fall into it, easier said than done.

That’s it for today, thank you reading

Every Body Lies and Every Body Dies


Hello everyone ,

Good Evening , Good Morning or Good Afternoon based on your time zone.
Today I will introduce you to my close friend the Feigned.

We both are so close, sometimes I wonder If I am the Feigned. Well thats for others
to decide. After All I cant lie to myself or Can I?

Sorry my friends if I have caused you discomfort with too many open questions with no
answer. Only solace I give to myself is that I do not need to know everything in the world.

Feigned, Sometimes hides the truth because truth may be bitter to others.
Feigned, Sometimes lies to make others feel better.
Feigned, Sometimes runs away because reality seems worse than a Horror movie, which doesn’t seem to end.
Feigned, Sometimes acts to protect his interests.
Feigned, Sometimes manages to fool himself because the perfect path is not known.
Feigned, Sometimes thinks others are hiding the truth while knowing there is no way to know it.

Feigned is a mysterious, esoteric , complex and sophisticated person. Scientists have
worked hard years and years in the fields of psychology to study him, yet they have not managed to find much.

I hope Feigned likes his short intro, anyways I wouldn’t know as he would pretend not to have read it.

Daily Prompt: Pretend 



Where are the legends?

We all like answers, when you find one for yourself, it’s a edifying

Looking at the paintings by Raden Salah in the national museum, I vexed why there aren’t artists like him now. Most of the artworks produced by him were fantasies of the, then kings. Attacking tiger, riding a horse, fighting a tornado etc. It is not surprising tiger attack and fight is such a common theme in his paintings, after all it’s for the kings.


Pablo Picasso, a so called legend of contemporary paintings. His paintings are worth millions now; at least 5 of the 20 most expensive paintings ever sold were made by him. It’s funny how he never enjoyed the wealth of his paintings; rather he died not having much.


The only few people who had copious amounts of wealth in 18th century and before were the kings and aristocrats, everyone else were in the same boat. Mind you, the world population was hardly 500 million back then, pardon my accuracy here, the figures are almost correct. There was little globalization, and nobody knew more than few miles more than their house.

People did what came to them, by that I mean most professions followed a lineage, from father to son or daughter. If the father was goldsmith, son would be so, if the father was a painter, son would be so. There was less competition. Goal was only to do well enough to make a living, and you had to be good enough to make a living out of doing anything. Singer, painter, carpenter, and farmer had to be pretty freaking good to make a living, especially if they were to work on king’s assignments. The kings liked to brag to others, so perfunctory was not an option. That led to ingenious skill in each field.


Of course, not everyone caught the eye, but the ones who did, continued to amaze. No interview, no biographies, no one really knows what they thought and why they did what they did. All we see is just interpretations. No one can tell, what was in the mind of Isaac Newton when he decided to try his hand in alchemy, the so called false science of turning anything into gold. Even a toddler will laugh at that idea, but one of the brightest minds in science did not think so. Nobody can tell what it felt like to be stabbed by the so called trust worthy associate in the case Julius Caesar. No one can tell why Alexander wanted to expand at the expense of his own soul.

There are only interpretations.

Fast forward, we live in a world now, where many times it is not the sincere artwork that pays the bill for its creator, but the most published one through the lop-sided media works, many of the works not even worthy of attention. The best code never makes any money; it’s the one that’s made famous through some viral or monopolistic scheme, which probably is a cheap stake. The best athlete may never compete because he/she does not fit into the class based system. When there are so many of every kind, why bother to do something different and threaten your existence.

All the accolades and the prizes were none but still the master pieces were created. Only if one can do that in a consistent basis, one may find another legend. There are many, they will continue to be. Just that the burgeoning population makes everything look small, and the fact that we have already seen so many things in such short time through the help of technology , makes everything look the same even though they are not. Extinction is one way to leave a mark or perhaps you should just be okay with the cheap stakes out there.


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You think you know, but you don’t


Dunning Kruger effect, it says stupid people suffer from dual burden. One is that they are stupid and second is that they are not aware of it.


Everybody at some point of time would have felt foolish about something or the other. David Dunning said that naive people are more confident about the things they dont know than people who know about it. Charles Darwin said something similar , Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science . I say , some people know they do not know the subject well, they go on about making limpid claims like they can predict future. I imply that they do not know how silly they may seem, but they ought to know better as some of them are in powerful positions. Politicians are not the only protagonists here.

Every now and then I see people making claims and passing loose judgments, including myself. Lack of foresight is not the only reason for it, it is much more than that.

One such statement was from AIFF ( All India Federation of Football) spokesperson, who recently said that India could qualify for the Football World Cup in next 20-30 years of time. According to him, all things are positive and they are going in the right direction to achieve that result, expect that they are not.

Even though this about football, there is no football about what happened here.
Someone who has never played the game, someone who does not have a clue of inner mechanics of the subject is blabbering gibberish. This happens all the time. Ask people what is love and here their answers. You will laugh to death. There is a quality of vacuity among all of us. We talk more and think less. Think more and valuate less.

Current ranking of India in Men’s Football is 97, which is huge improvement since 2016, when the ranking was somewhere in 150s. Statistically the AIFF spokesperson may be right in betting his hopes on the dream, but to do so you need to ask, why do India need to qualify for the world cup? Is it to prove the world that a population of 1.2 billion people can assemble a team of mere 11 mortals and compete in the greatest game ever or is it just a side effect of the passions that they have for the game.


Right from the start of Olympics in Greece, sports has been a channel for people to let go of themselves like in movies. It is a form of association, obsession,entertainment and group activity. Doing sports for the sake of doing it is not new. You need not be ardent follower to be good at a sport; in fact I play football with many people who don’t even watch the game, let alone follow. The question remains how do you qualify for the world cup?

That is not even the right question. India is not good at many sports, so are many in many things. Football is one of hardest sport in the world and people want to think India can crack this with absolutely no lineage and history which is like waking up one day playing symphony 41 of Mozart with no practice. You need to do something for right reasons. Mark Manson puts that in a blunt way, you have limited fucks to give about, so choose the right one to give a fuck about. There is a strong reason why Indians do not feel football is a sport to invest their time and energy on at a professional level. They are doing so because they do not see any future in it and they are right.

Europe, Middle East, Africa and many other countries far poorer and with lesser resources than India have a good team and are competing in World Cup. How did that happen?  is that a miracle story like a Hero’s journey? Well, those countries had a good team before. They have the history. They want to continue to build on what they had and they are doing so at present. They are in it not just for money but for the possibility and hope of better future, a dream. They continue to progress through their children and that trend will continue like it has for decades.

I do not think India will qualify for the world cup in my life time. History repeats. Among 16 nations qualified for the group stage of world cup 2018, 10 teams are from Europe and this will continue to persist. The new breed of players will come from the same places as they have come before. Those are wombs of footballing talent. No plant can germinate without right conditions, just like you cannot grow apples in a desert. Either the conditions are created intentionally or they are spin off of something else. Unfortunately India has neither so far.


Do not ask the wrong question. Don’t ask when India will qualify for the world. You should ask, how well can India play football? How can India harness their culture and identity into the world’s most beautiful game? What can India learn from the footballing academies of the world? What can India do differently in their household that empowers their children to follow their passion? Why is Indian media so biased? Why are so many ignorant people calling the shots on critical subjects? Why do you need external validation for yourself? Why do you associate yourself with false entities?

Do not play to be in the world cup. Play if you like, and work hard to be a better version of yourself. If you are good enough you will be invited to the world cup, do not worry about that. And that applies to everything, focus on the journey not the destination.


The Moment


You never know when you lose it, and then it’s gone.

Every now and then regardless of the situation you are in, you need to have a certain mind set and get, what the hell is going on, but all of a sudden you realize you lost it and now you don’t get it.

You are playing football with friends, it pretty serious, you are full of attacking intent and so you push forward. There is a loose ball, and you want to pounce on it but you don’t get it, then the opponent gets the ball on the counter with free on goal chance, yes, that is the at which you feel, oh my gosh.

You are hanging out with friends, everybody is making a joke, suddenly you realize that you are not speaking that much, you think you need to come up with something, and that something turns out to be offensive to someone and that someone continues to argue with you about that for the whole time and spoils the mood for others.


You are working on a problem, you are on full alert and then suddenly there is some noise and you lose it.

You are all calm, listening to music on headphones, standing in elevator and then someone just pushes you off in a rough manner, and you lose it.

You are having this amazing soup and then the mosquito falls onto to, you lose it.

You are sleeping nice, benevolent dreams, some idiot drops a bag on to the floor, and you lose it.

Sipping nice coffee, watching the front garden and then the crow comes and does its business on top of your car, and you lose it.

You are talking to a stranger, all is nice and then he/she makes a sexist joke, and you lose it.

Somebody hurts your feelings and you write on them immediately, and then you lose it.

Driving on the side lane, someone passes by and says something profane, and then you lose it.

You are in an interview, you are asked something you do not know well, you do not want to say no, and then you think, let me take a chance, you go with it, unfortunately, the interviewer is a pundit in that area, you can’t justify and then you lose it.

You are walking down the road in nice sneakers, you stop by for some reason near the grass, you do not realize you accidentally stepped on something gross, and then you lose it. 

Sometimes it’s easy to brush these off, but sometimes it can be very critical. If you are writing an exam and then you lose on one question your exam is screwed. In a surgery, cut the wrong vein, its over. Fixing a rocket and you do not tighten the screw well, 400 million worth of work burst like crackers. You are driving and then you lose on one curve, you are dead. You are flying plane and you lose on one knob then many are dead. You are thinking and then you lose on a nuke and a million are dead.

Be lucky to not lose it when the cost is high, the ultimate cost is always life, whether it’s one or many.

Snake in the Closet


There is never you, there is more of you.

If you were one person, how can you disagree with yourself? Why would you ever be dissatisfied?

Why would you care about the right?

Deep experimentation with mind does not yield answers, it only increases the questions. You can never find an answer to a question that is deep. You compromise, that is all that happens. If I don’t know something, I give myself an easier answer or forget the context. The mind that can create question can also erase it.

The answer is not good enough, the questions never stop. So what do you do? Follow the trend set by the society. Just follow. Do not ask if this is better. It is presumed it is, because you do not have a better philosophy and you have not proved that yet. So just be a good dog and follow the lead.

And then what? There is no other level to go this is it. I see no retrospect. All that is there, is here in front of you and all that isn’t is not meant to be now. You are here and that is all to be there.

If you can coalesce the multiple beings within you. Put them in a jar and mix them. If they can be one then the snakes in the closet will be none.

Daily prompt:


The Man with Best stories


Raining night, sitting on the side of the table, slightly bored, I wanted to strike a conversation with the man on the other table of the restaurant. His eyes were bright, reflecting erudition and experience.

For some reason I don’t know, rather than asking about him, I asked him about his dad and his ancestors. I learnt that his dad was a farmer, his father used to plough all the land by himself. He was very strong, had lot of property and was respected by all people of the community.

I understood that back in his days there was no electricity, they used lamps to light up the place and marriage meant that the girl would be chosen for you from your parents. He was quite courageous. He was the first one to go to school in his community. Learnt a trade and left the village to go work in a town.

His adventures were never few. Once while coming back from the farm, watering the crops, he saw smoke. Smoke from a nearby house. He called his brother, together with 2 pots; they drew as much water from the well and doused the fire. He saved a man’s life.

He said his father did not care much about him. He did all by himself. He was a sell-made man. He worked hard in the city, built a house for himself. Then he retired from the job at city and came back to village built a house there too. I learned that building a house is a big achievement in the community as it indicates wealth and progress.

He tried to give his children, everything he never got. Education, opportunities and a better life.

He was quite superstitious, you thrive with the harmony of all the forces beside you. Ambition, desire and a good heart. He achieved many thing in life, with those qualities.

This is one of most amazing conversation I ever had. I realized sometimes the best stories are not that famous, they are not known to many people and that every one of us has one Grammy award winning script. Question is not who do you ask, it is do you ask?

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Air No Plane


Year 4040

Captain, engine all clear, speed .8 C, new planet in vision, appearance 80% close to earth and survivability 90%. Roger that, before making a landing lets run through our checklist.

What are our co-ordinates? Round about equator, closer to the Red mountains near the alpine range. The surface is steady can withhold the landing weight and weight of oxygen is sufficient to breathe.

OK. Do we have enough Avatars to launch? We cannot send our brothers down their until it’s verified for human endeavor.

Yes sir, Avatar model 7z is ready to be deployed. Any aberrations and we can abort the mission and fall back to mother ship.

Alright, why the hell are we looking at this planet?

Captain, this planet has a binary star system. Meaning if you were to look at the sky you will see two stars. The brightness is much more than our sun, interesting the atmosphere has different constituents so we will be seeing different colors. Surface gravity is 0.5 g, so people can just jump and fly around. Temperatures are very friendly, very stable year long and perfectly suitable for agriculture. And most important thing is it is an active galaxy full of cosmic explosions. We might get closer to the answers of Big bang here than anywhere.

Well, cooper, you gotta, nice little story there. All signs positive, I am gonna give a shot.

Captain Chambers going for landing in planet acarus, Antares Binary star, wish me luck.

Oh Shit, we have been hit by pass by comet, now we might need a premature landing. Cooper you idiot, your lust for cosmic activity might make you a lost star in the galaxy soon.    

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Supernova of the Beautiful Game


I have never written a football article before. This is the first. I am breaking the tradition for a fitting reason. Arsene Wenger the football manager of Arsenal Football club will be quitting the club at the end of the season. How can I write about him in a way that anyone can get an idea about him? Let me try.

You have to be lucky to be in a profession which is well watched by public, impacting their mind ,soul and be successful. Sports is one such platform which makes people Happy ,Emotional, Frantic and Euphoric. You might cry after watching a good movie but nothing breaks your heart as much as your favorite team losing. True passion in sports is beyond logic and reason. Billy Shankly once rightly said “Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it’s much more serious than that”


Arsene joined Arsenal Football FC as head coach 22 years ago, relatively unknown foreign manager in England, with an MBA in management, I wonder how many managers in the world fit that description. He changed everything.

To mix Art and philosophy into sports require a personality and charisma which is rare. Arsene had it. His self-belief was so high did not just change the game he transformed it. For a person who has never watched football before, he created the beautiful game worth watching for its own sake.

I could go on and on about him, he deserves all the rhetoric. I do have a important story to share. You see, when you like someone very much and they disappoint you, you don’t want them to leave you. Rather you want them to change in a good way, not only to be the best version of what they can but also to do the right thing.

Arsene had a very challenging phase in his career between 2006 and 2018 which changed his reputation inside out. People talk. We all know that. One mistake and everyone forgets what you have done to them for such a long time. Arsene raised the bar and set the expectations high; unfortunately the bar was too high even for him to match thereafter.


The world is constantly changing. Sometimes you can do all you want but that still does not get you the right result. Arsene was a victim of circumstances and his own fallacies, which has tainted his legacy a bit. There were so many Trifling fools who call themselves as journalists have laughed at his tactics and decisions who barely are successful enough to make such scathing remarks.

This is a loss. Not watching Arsene while seeing Arsenal seems like watching mirror and not seeing your face. You notice the void only when the substance is gone. Perhaps one way to be immortalized is to inspire others with a high class act, which mesmerizes everyone to remember and follow the elegance and beauty that underlies the act. Whether it is the Billie Jean of Michael Jackson or Symphony 40 of Mozart or Mona Lisa of Da Vinci. Hearth full thank you for the all the memories Arsene.


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Point of No Point



Point.  Point.

Point.Point. Point.

Point. Point. Point. Point. Point.

Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point.

Point.Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. Point. 

So what is the Point ?

Its is in sequence. And the sequence is Fibonacci. Which is a series, in which the next term is the sum of previous two.

Does it all make sense now ?

Does it ?

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Free ticket to wonderland


Ladies and gentleman, today I present to you Elixir of life. A secret untold to place unsold. Far from the treachery of daily chores, slivered with chunks of fantasy lore. 

I know your longings and the deep search for meaning. The might less day and sleep less nights.

With the passing time, you wonder and yonder. What is it? and when is it? How is it?

From the time immemorial, it has been a uphill task for anyone to see beyond the sight but today I will not flinch tight.

Today is the day when your education adds and all your tribulations multiplies to a sum that no one can divide.

Come with me, I will take you there. I will show you the way.

I won’t expect anything thing from you, This is my destiny too.

Its time, lets go

Close your eyes. Feel the air below your nose, so close.

Imagine the light blue ocean in-front , white sand below , green lake to side and tranquility to abide.

Now feel the water below your back, your are floating. Floating with face up to the sun.

That is it. You made it. The beauty of the moment was always with you, all you had to do was change your perspective.

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Unlock the Sherlock


Friday morning, just another day. I wonder why some people get animated about it; you get few days off after that, so what? What’s the big deal?

As I sip the tea, reading the usual news on the paper I hear the door bell, new client. I don’t know why people are so insane to invest so much money on professionals to provide them inputs which they could have got by themselves through discovery.

Madam Caroline was no exception. She was wearing red velvet coat, Persian leather. Polka dotted scarf, Dolce Gabbana. Brown boots, deep dried amalgamated cow skin. Make up, full on. Magenta, with 10% saturated grey and fine gloss on her lips. Double layer foundation. Got a haircut few weeks ago and Botox few months earlier.

Well, well I can go on and on my genius is such.

So what was her problem?

She wanted to know if her husband was cheating on her. Why didn’t you go for other professional I ask? She said she wanted the best to work on and she had all the money required to pay. I could have some easy money on this. But this is not how became what I am, by solving some silly riddle of silly people.

Behind all that superficial persona that this lady has put up there is an insecure, gullible and naïve person who still doesn’t know what to look for in life.

It was easy decision for me in the end, all I did was saw here text messages with her husband got the fees and sent her home. Why you ask? When I can make easy money with 1 minute diagnosis then why not, regardless how stupid the case is, If I hadn’t done that may be I am not smart enough to be Sherlock.

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