Random madness

How often we think... “I don’t know” or “I cant choose” or “you tell me”... Right then we are hit by a bout of confusion which rattles our self ego and questions us  and makes us think.... “What to do” “What to choose” etc.., May it be the colour of the saree you are choosing or planning a picnic or changing jobs. Confusion and self doubt plague the best of us in the moments of weakness and shakes the foundations of our belief. But people don’t fret, as a human being even in the stages of confusion where we don’t know what to choose, we most definitely are adamant as to what not to choose. “I don’t like brinjal” “I hate the taste of coffee” “I haven’t got the qualifications to do that” “I know that is not for me”..... we are so confident in the choices we won’t choose. But the best part is there are some things where we can choose without blinking our eyes. So even if you are not able to choose the course of your life, am sure you are able to choose your coffee. So th

Spring is the time, where you can see riot of colours everywhere. The sun will be smiling, the flowers dancing and there will be celebration everywhere. Spring which is also known as "Vasanth Ruthu" is the celebration of new life.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 46 ; the forty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . April 12 th The sound of the empty office was haunting. Pankaj sat there, in front of his laptop staring at the screen wallpaper. He had finished his work as usual at the normal office ending hours. But he was still there 3 hours later just staring at his laptop. He didn’t want to go home. Or to the place he had once called home. He remembered those days when he couldn’t stay a minute more than necessary in the office. The days where he lied to go early or to take a leave, just so he could spend time in his home. His happy, laughing home. Now neither there were any laughs nor any happiness left. Pankaj whirled around in his chair to stare out of the window. Guilt overlapped his every emotion and ate him alive every minute. He felt

Image Courtesy : Google Images She sighed. The rain rapped at her door panes like memories were tapping in her mind. She couldn’t stop but remember all the moments they spent together and all the moments they didn’t. She opened the balcony door and let the rain drench her. The force of the incoming rain was in rhythm with the force of her nostalgia. She remembered rain more differently before when there were still reasons to smile, reasons to love and reasons to enjoy rain. Words of their conversations kept coming back to her in rapid speed. She remembered every moment. The day he proposed …. “My Dear Sanjana, my love. I never thought I would ever meet a person in my life who will be center of my thoughts, desires and dreams. And then I met you, I fell in love with you and I am happy with you. And I want to spend my whole life trying to make you as happy as I am. Will you marry me” He had gotten down on one knee, in a crowded dining room and said those beautiful wor

   We all have gone through one thing in life, especially in school of "mocking" or "bullying". We remember being the butt end of a joke, being laughed at and at times laughing at someone. May it be because the other person is stupid, clumsy, victim of practical joke or ugly.  But today am going to tell you a story of a girl, a woman who was bullied her whole life. And how it changed her life. The first time you see her personally or in video you will avert your eyes fearing you might stare at her. But after you hear her speak, smile and laugh about herself, you cant take your eyes away from her.  Elizabeth Ann "Lizzie" Velasquez, who was born on 13th March 1989 in Austin, Texas, America. Lizzie suffered from a rarest of rare medical condition, because of which she can never gain weight.  She was born 4 weeks premature and weighed 1.2 kg at the time of her birth.  Lizzie with her mom Today she is 24 years old, a published writer an