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Prelude: Soon the jogging stint was outdone by the nippy dawn, the warm tenderness of my polka dot blanket and a crisp copy of Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagat. Though these 4 days went really lucrative; my bones were having a gala time as they had to bear a little less load and so was my mind which was now little less look conscious. “The limbs of fire” (sic) were running out of fuel and so was my motivation and the saga of love corruption and success was not going to help me either. I needed inspiration to change my thinking which can motivate me and reflect that in my actions. On that day I realized one thing very clearly…                                                         ****** Just like food and exercise don’t last long, neither does motivation. However, if the starting point of motivation is ...

Prelude: You have to pay price for “rich” dinner and “heavy” breakfast, who so ever you are. I was not the exception, seeing my belly peeping out from my T-shirt, having a tag line-              “ J For balanced diet I prefer beer in both hands J ” , Education is a must! I decided that from the next cock-crow I would be going for a “healthy” jog every day. I was driven by a strong determination to have a flat belly. I woke up early, the sun was still rising and except birds no one was chirping. The dawn was chilly but my resolve was brimming with vigor. As I passed by a coconut water seller, my mind beeped “nothing can be healthier than coconut water!”.  Though exhausted but nothing to do except slurping the sweet water, I set up a conversation with the coconut seller… Me-Hey! Since when you are in this profession? (I stressed the last word purposefully) The seller-It’s been 6 years I am selling thes...

A fter having a six course rich dinner, I decided to have a walk in the newly constructed lush green park behind my home. The salacious green grass, bathed in street light and with it's abnormal beauty was attracting me.  I didn't take much time to remove my slippers and enjoy the cool and soothing effect of moisture soaked tiny-tots. But soon that serenity was lost with a sudden abrasive quarrel between a couple and loud cry of two infants.I was thinking how will those two infants cope up with this atmosphere, which was heavy enough due to the damp condition of air and now due to foul words. Then I remembered about my second edition of "The attributive attitude", I knew what I have to write. I dashed towards my home and switched on my computer, my blog was already beaming on the screen as if "he" already knew, I was coming home with a new thought.                                     ...

With my last experience I understood one thing very clearly:.. "Success doesn't mean the absence of failures; it means the attainment of ultimate objectives. It means winning the war, not every battle." Courtesy Edwin C.Bliss The success which I cited as the fusion of hard work, opportunity and luck, but on later research I discovered it also depends upon the attitude you carry towards your goal. I remember a story which I first engulfed when I was in 7th grade. It is the story we all know, the story of David and Goliath.. There was a giant who was bullying and harassing the children in the village. One day, a 17-year-old shepherd boy came to visit his brothers and asked, "Why don't you stand up and fight the giant?" The brothers were terrified and they replied, "Don't you see he is too big to hit?" But David said, "No, he is not too big to hit, he is too big to miss." The rest is history. We all know what happened. Da...

I recall collapsing on my bed after a real shocker of the day, an encounter with my very own CS professor. A gargantuan figure standing next to me and promising wholeheartedly.."Dude! You will be paying for the sins you never committed!" A cruel thought! Though still unconscious, I remembered that I did everything, applied every single bit of theory in my practicals, the enthusiasm to learn new things was at par to the stimulated response towards my own endeavours. I analysed loop holes in my work, that work which can bestow me a grade as "small" as the granular structure of sand. Still  terrified  to flunk in the subject, my mind once again came up as a life redeemer and was constantly developing new and devious strategies to keep me out of this danger. It is a brutal world. Tears had already started pouring out of eyes and started kissing my cheeks, my soul completely drenched with the unseasoned rain requested me to snap...

F ollowing the routine custom of school days, I was enjoying the love and warmth of a backbench.The melodrama happening in front of my eyes was exuberant and heart filling. I was fanatically absorbing the symposium going on and the articulate nature of competitors was worth "glorifying". As usual, my mind which cannot see me as a solitary person was banging me hard with a new thought, rather the thought wasn't new for me, it had already  assailed me millions of time before- "The mantra of success" . Still an hour to go for my "NUKKAD NATAK" , I decided to listen to my mind once,who was already busy searching facts and figures about prerequisites of success in its own local search engine. I apprehended that the probability of success amplifies with the limpidity of goal and alchemist approach towards morality. It is must to accentuate the wavelength of you and your work and resonate it in a soothing symphony.The hymn of success is amalgamated ...

I t was great Sunday sunny morning, till the clouds abducted the sunshine and suddenly everything became abominable.The sun had already aborted its enthusiasm and  gloominess could be easily cut with a knife. Watching the sudden death of sunshine, my mind which is usually inactive in these kind of hazy mornings sensed something which I could not even relate till now- "glory is uncertain whatever you are!" . I quickly absorbed the fresh cold air and with a hot cup of mocha I galloped to my study table. There was total abstinence from the surrounding, still in my deep thought about the fact that mind put forward a few minutes ago. I remembered the saying of my grand father that "when a storm starts uprooting everything only those trees live which have strong foundation" . It seemed that my mind is conspiring against my own will, but with my life spanning more than 19 years and my life enlightened by my grand father's girth of knowledge, my mind was...

I n the deep isolation from the whole world around 3 am yesterday, I found my self in front of my money plant, still so green and young, blooming as if "he" has decided to fill me up with all the money he has. Though my eyes were on my money plant and my hands feeling the salacious leaves of my best pal, I was abhorred by the cars which were flocking just like all the sheep which flock when I retire for the day. Rushing abnormally to catch something which others had already achieved, nibbling the "antidote" of fear of failure. Still annoyed by the noise which spoiled the serenity of that moment, my thoughts took me to one of the page of my English textbook, and I remembered the beautiful poem written Robert Frost- "The road not taken" . I dashed towards my room and felt a blizzard hitting on me when the "golden page", blotted by the meanings of all the difficult words which I still don't understand, got unfolded with full galore a...

I t all started when the angels fell and the devils descended on the planet, a altogether different amalgam was discovered. The descend of   "the fallens" The period of alchemy is rising again,again the discovery of methods to deem a metal into gold and rising is the day when the poor are on the verge of extinction and rich are enjoying their own mouth-melting delicacies and warmth of gold under their wandering pillows. Life is in upheaval, the throne has been abicated well in advance to understand core of wisdom Mr.Paulo Coelho might have a simple answer to not so simple "thinking" as he sparkles his wisdom in his "the alchemist" by saying that- "wisdom is only metal for god's spirituality".. But where we live spirituality exist till the abalone's mother of pearl and scrutinizing more deeply I would say it lies in coveted donation box. Though some of us will say its "aberrant" but for poor its the shortcut to mint...