This is my World

Frustrated with the way things are going around us, most of us pray for a miracle. From a good lunch, to helping our parents. From a better job, to a beautiful girl friend. From reducing your belly, to clothing an old man. From education to a street kid, to having a beautiful life, with no effort. We pray a hell lot. Have you ever wondered why these miracles never happened in the first place? Your were walking with your gorgeous girl friend, to the tailor's shop to get her a newly tailored gown, when you saw him crawling on the road. The bones in his legs never matured, letting him crawl his life. He needed two things from you and you knew it. A few cents and lot of affection. You wanted to give him both. But your girl friend had other ideas. She was crazy about her gown and she wouldn't wait a single second to wear it. You walk away with her, with a longing look of his in our eyes. Your mind keeps reminding about him all day. The next day, you walk the same road, only to find

Over 100 billion humans have walked the Earth, over the past 200,000 years. Close to 7 billion walk this very second. Thousands are born, and hundreds dead, by the time I write this sentence. All of these folks(including me and you) are mortals. We die, for sure. "Hold it, there buddy !" said my brain. "All are mortals? Who told you that?". It is questioning me in a threatening tone, to find answers. It has been a very long standing belief and it seems to be a fact that, the first living organism, that found a home in Earth is the single-celled amoeba. Over billions of years, it has evolved into over 2 million species. Humans, one of them. A multi-cellular organism, that has carved its marks into the pages of history of Earth. When I was in lower classes, i used to imagine a collection of large number of amoeba. I was wrong. With age, my understanding of Humans grew. A collection of million cells. Bonding of tissues. Bundled muscles. Interconnection of nerves. A cu

Over 400 years ago, when the mughal dynasty was still struggling to get out of the cradle, in a Hindu-dominant India, a young ruler, well, may not be young, but a great one, made a statement, which still keeps his name high in the Indian history. On the banks of Yamuna , in the colour of snow, he built a magnificent tomb, which has been his and his wife's residence after their death. For his third wife, his favorite, Shah Jahan built the Taj mahal naming it after her, Mumtaz . Symbol of love ! But, are we learning the true history ? What are the secrets hidden behind it ? What is the mystery buried beneath the foundations of the incomplete Black Taj mahal ? Let us explore. For quite some time now, Taj mahal has been considered the symbol of love. It doesn't fail to become one of the seven Wonders of the World. Built with white marbles, jewelled with Emeralds, Rubies and other precious stones (name of which i am yet to learn), Taj mahal is definitely one hell of a tomb

It was rainy season in Southern India. The South East monsoon has picked up moisture from the Arabian sea and has started to condensate over the peninsula. However, this July evening was different. There was no out pour. It was just drizzling. He was walking in a road, that was completely deserted but for the flowers that have just died, lying on the road. Both the sides of the road was bordered by huge tress on which small yellow flowers, which were only a few Milli metres across petals, blossomed. he did not know the name of the flower, but he could see the beauty in it. He imagined the road as a carpet of flowers and walked silently. The drizzle has left his hair, as well his clothes wet. He enjoyed the scene. He doesn't get many. Tall, Lean and Elegant. Few metres in front of him. There, she was. In her black tops and a red skirt. Open hair and long earrings. He was only able to see this much, standing exactly behind her. But, it looked for him, a barbie was walking. He took a

I live in a relatively less affluent part of Bangalore, far away from the noisy night-clubs and mighty yet lifeless concrete apartments. The streets leading up to my house are not littered with pizza/burger joints or lavish coffee shops. Men from neighborhood do not ride in BMWs or Jaguars. By all means, it is a humble suburb and see, I am a man of simple tastes. I enjoy my-rented-2 BHK-house-that-comes at-5500 INR-per-month, thirty-rupee-meals-with-rice-sambar-and-rasam and a-silent-walk-to-work-that-lasts-for-about-thirty-minutes. Yet, sometimes, my taste-buds take me to places where normally I, my neighbours or the disease-stricken dogs that roam our streets would not be found.  One of them is "The Bay", the food court of an IT park, located at about 2 Kms away from my neighbourhood. Apart from McDonald's, Subway, Pizza hut, Baskin Robbins, and a Coffee day, the food court features an outlet each of South Indian, North Indian and Chinese cuisine (Forget the Zuris a

We, men, do two things the best. One complain, two pray. Both at an invisible man, most of the times. We hope that he, who sits on top of the clouds, will answer all our prayers. One day, I overheard(sorry for that), two of my friends conversing. One of them cursed God, for not providing any wealth to him. He had prayed God to shower his blessing upon him, instead the God has cursed him with a fucking job. He questions whether God was becoming deaf with age or lost his brain back in Earth, during his last visit. Even, I keep wondering at times. Does God answer prayers? Maybe or maybe not. Even though I am a non-believer, my mother is one. She prays and most of the times, for me. Even then, after her long prayers regarding my studies, I had to read my lessons, listen to classes, question friends, go through sleepless nights hugging my book, and in some cases, do house hold chores for my teacher, to get some decent marks. Well, It seems God is turning deaf, not answering my mother's

An old man, who lost his son in the First World, built a clock, that rotates in the opposite direction to any normal clock, in the movie called "The curious case of Benjamin Button". Well, how about reliving some of the interesting moments of your life, that you have pipe lined into your memory lane. The first time you met you in a mirror. You might have been a year or so. You crawled out of your bed, out of the room, all the way to the life size mirror(of course, not your size), and stared at the image you have never seen before. Maybe you were a bit scared or even freaked out loud. Well, if you are yet to know, figure out how you managed to identify yourselves, with your image? You wore something, you never liked. You are going to somewhere, you never wanted to be. You know that, it is not going to be a one day affair. First day to school. You would have cried the hell out of you, when your dad was tying the shoe lace. It would have taken a good effort from your parents