Happy Journey!

Mora The life under new umbrella O nce I had the audacity to leave my home-town, family and friends and, everything I cared and loved. Now in the alien land my eyes were searching for any old recognizable face. But, this time I was sure I won’t find any, still I couldn’t stop looking. With the hopes, excitement and nervousness, I embarked my professional journey from a sleeping fishing village called Mora. I was recruited as Product Engineer in the prestigious organization, Saint-Gobain Grindwell Norton. Well, the village is situated on the coastline of Arabian Sea and is at the farthest end of Mumbai, which is pretty much an Island. The beach is few hundred feet away from the guest house. As it’s isolated, there is no traffic or city issue.  Every now and then we can see exotic new birds, creepy crabs and Snakes. I hope there are no salt water crocodiles!  Some facts about Mora: Mora is part of Uran, Raigad Dist. 62km from Mumbai.  It has hardly ...

Every day we bump into old friends and new enemies. But, few millennium earlier animals were our friends and enemies. And now we cannot tolerate having these domestic creatures around. May be because they are awful, unhygienic or dangerous, or maybe they are not ‘we’, the Homo sapiens. Sometimes, we happen to encounter the animals and these are my experiences. In my final year I migrated to the so called Main Hostels (MH). The building is superficially old, but can still stand strong for another 50 years. I was allotted the room #100. If you happen to be at MH, please take a moment for the writings on the door. They clearly depict the dreams and ambitions scribbled on the doors, some say GRE USA and few shout VM Ware / Merc/Bosch/Tesco! . As I entered my room, I was eager to find out what was inside. Surprisingly, I saw a small lizard. I consciously ignored it. Then I opened the windows. I heard ‘ patthh.. paatthh!’. I then discovered two more small garden lizards falling from t...

Dreams Dreams are weird, atrocious and alacritous. Some make us fall and give us a funny jerk, some make us cry. Even some dreams make us enthusiastic, happy and euphoric. Recently, I was in a strange dream, where I was [dot]pdf file. I was born as a file in a digital world or completely was transported to the digital world. I could feel people reading me and scrolling me. I could see their dead eye stuck to me, they not even realizing the fact that, I was actually alive and judging them. What if, the entire materialistic world we see around is pseudo and digital world is the reality. What if, ‘the negative mass’ what the scientist call, are actually part of the digital world and people in the digital world control us (apparently, no one can deny that). We call our self as biological creatures and no one can control us. Meaning, ‘we are not Robots!’ but we are humans and we can think. Now let’s analyse the some rudimentary facts. Fact 1: We don’t know our state befor...