Unleashed Thoughts

  (This post is based on my experience in Dublin during my short stay between July 2016 - September 2016. Specifically, this post talks about the sights, sounds, feelings and thoughts I experienced between 9 PM and 9 AM on a regular day.) Sights & Thoughts :  I fall asleep each night, looking out through the large glass panel which forms one of the 4 walls of the room. I'm collecting my thoughts for the day ahead, reminiscing on the events of the day gone by and making mental lists of things to do and to not do. Every now and then, I feel compelled to shift from the cozy position I've curled up under the sheets just to make the note in the mobile, but decide against it considering the great amount of effort it'd take to move, reach out to the mobile, in the process of making the note, also check the mails and messages - a series of activities that'd take up to the next 30-45 minutes. The last sight every night is the same, the fading out of the lights, once bright b

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not.​ - Dr. Seuss I firmly believe each of us has the capacity to make a world of difference if we all contribute, in our own small way, to something we truly care about. But we're so caught up in the moment that we forget how truly powerful we are and time after time, act without thought. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.  I believe we're all much more powerful in ways we refuse to understand. I believe the insurmountable problems today can be solved if people sincerely put their heads together. I believe every small step we take in the right direction leads to something amazing.  But somewhere in the relentless pursuit of good grades, high paying jobs and search for stability, many of us have lost the courage to experiment

Joy walked across the park where a beautiful young woman was sitting with a yellow maple leaf in her hands.  "You never cease to amaze me, Joy. One minute, you're following me around like a petty pot of glue and as soon as I'm out of the picture, you're onto conquering the next challenge." "Look who's talking", laughed Joy, "While you last, you're a celebration. And then you're gone, for months on end. You raise desperate hopes and then leave a cold trail. And right when I'm recovering from the void you'd left behind, you jump back in, more beautiful and vibrant than before. How am I to help myself?" "Stop chasing me", Autumn snapped mischievously.  "I would if I could", Joy answered matter-of-factly. Her laugh was crisp, like the raking of leaves.  "You're always changing Autumn, you're in a constant flux. It's taken me many seasons to learn and accept that you'd

For years, I’ve prided myself on the virtue that I do not make any judgments. That I do not judge a book by its cover, and a man by his nature- because each has a story of their own; collective incidents that shouldn’t be seen as anything but whole that have shaped the subject thus. Since I’ve never known their story and their motivations behind the actions, I practiced assuming the best of everybody I met. And while not always did I understand their reasoning, I never judged because everybody has reasons they steadfastly hold on to- who was I to decide their validity? But time and again, we all have experiences which jolt us out of our comfort zones. That makes us question our basic assumptions- the foundations of our behavior, which we believe up to that point had always been just and fair. And we struggle to understand where we had gone wrong. We seek to know with impatience, in a haste to feed the rattled soul and nurture it back to normalcy, so that everything feels natural an

Y et another stream of thoughts interrupted, with the loud thundering noise outside. As I look through the plain glass window, the gathering of the ominous clouds casting their shadows on the ground below, I firmly come to the conclusion that out there is where I belong, not in this stuffy classroom loaded with a monologue! Out there, filling my senses with the smell of the wet Earth, kiss of the first showers, sight of the overcast sky and the strangely comforting sound of thunder, as of the pitter patter rain drops while tasting the pure drops of water from the heavens themselves—that is where I truly belong, feeling alive with every single passing moment. Rains always evoked that excitement in me. Rains always held that mystique calling. They brought the smile back on my face and a pining in the lit up eyes. And though I may rave and rant about the summers and winters, the rains- whenever they come are most welcome. They have my heart and every feeling that is inspire

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all it took me this time to escape from the shackles of the real world and wander in the boundless imagination of the restless mind. The burly lady’s voice smoothly resonates in the otherwise noiseless background, with no more significance than a hum of a song or the purr of a kitten, and her words fade away even before they fall on my ears. As I jumped gaily from one thought to another, held only by a very thin string of connection, my mind was active and wandering, though, the body was still and seated in a classroom of 50 ambitious young MBA students. I nod my head, put on a profoundly quizzical expression on my face and look down in to the notebook, penning my thoughts- at least on those that don’t drift away before I make a mention of them. To someone on the other side of the classroom, teaching with all their might, this simple act is enough to convince them of my sincerity and interest in the subject. Deception? Yes. But where did thi