Stop. Wait. Ponder.

Days pass by in a blur. That, while life seems to perennially stuck in slow motion.



Sometimes, I think I am shooting fish in a barrel. At other times, I wonder what I have gotten myself into.



Somewhere down the line, I am content with the confusion I have surrounded myself with. I can?t explain it.



?Self-obsession?, did someone say?



Yeah. Probably.

Hemantism

When everything else seems to be perfect, trust the weather to screw up your day.

Road Rage

To all those buggers, who drive with their cars with the high-beam on, and show utter unconcern for the safety of drivers coming from in front of them:



Someday, I hope, you wear a straitjacket with a 5 lever lock, lose the key and then watch helplessly as bulldog ants climb into your pants.

This and That

Sometimes, a perfectly harmless compliment may have a negative impact on you. It?s like getting a bottle of good perfume as a gift. It makes you wonder if you?re such a stinker after all.



And it keeps happening to me again and again. People read my work in the lab journals and other publications, come up to me and say,



?Hey, I noticed your work. I really liked reading it?.



And then, without fail, they back it up by saying,



You know what? You should apply to Times of India. You?ll get through easily.



Sure. Times of India, huh? Why not? I will write for them someday.



Oh. Did I tell you? I also aspire to be the Queen of Egypt someday.

Roadblock

My life is but, the never-ending disagreement between my head and my heart.