My Excogitation

This was one of the most unplanned ride that I have ever been on. It was decided on Saturday 7th April late night. Me and my bro-in-law, Vijay with our bikes Royal Enfield Thunderbird and Royal Enfield Classic started off on 8th April at 7 AM. Though the place was a blissful scenic beauty, the whole plan was to concentrate more on riding our demons. The Royal rides I wanted to reach as high speeds as possible on this trip. From the start itself, the odometer was wavering between 80 and 100 kmph. I was pushing it hardest with my very mediocre bike riding skills. That wasn't actually the case for my bro-in-law. He was a pro, in other words he had the skills to actually even perform stunts. It wasn't something new for him, but on this Classic it was his first trip. He was reaching top speeds without a sweat and also cruised through the traffic. On the way to Mahadevapura, the max that I reached was 110 kmph. It was a dream come true, when I touched 110 for the first time...

These lines are the ones that came to my mind when I really looked at it again. When I looked at shit, it said "Complete your work and then only leave!"... When I looked at shit, it said "Dont be shocked, I am not even 1/100th of you"... When I looked at shit, it said"Its ok; the guy outside would not have heard you"...

I always liked the English language even from school. Even my favorite teacher in school was the English teacher. English for me is more important than even my mother-tongue. Now-a-days all I see is a ruined language, everyone thinks its cool to actually spell the words wrong and capitalize in unwanted places and also they try to add numbers in words. They call this the SMS or the youth language. But those idiots don't understand that they are actually ruining themselves in front of the next generation. If people from the future see all those stupid way of using English; they would surely say that some idiot taught them the language or they would even consider these English-illiterate fools as mentally retarded. Using 'u' in place of you and 'v' in place of we, are to an extent acceptable. But using 'hoe' in place of how and 'hApiE' in place of happy and similar things aren't stupid but its just retarded. See the quote below. Just because y...

Mondays for a software engineer should be sober, dull and mundane. Monday's are the least productive days for me. It is not just that, but I lose interest to even gym on Mondays. Back when I was in school, mondays were the days I hated and would have done any goddam thing to escape a single monday. It was like a slow-start-week-syndrome. And this was the my mondays till last few weeks. Now I just get up every monday feeling so fresh as if I was a veggie that was just taken of the plant. On mondays I don't fear my kryptonite, the Sleep . Sunday night are specially relaxing even though I know that there is a deadly monday coming. I get the best sleep on a sunday night and the brightest and most alert monday wake-ups. Every morning bus rides are sleepy except for those on mondays. The fact that I am writing this post on a monday morning itself proves that I somehow have come to a point in my life where I have stopped to hate mondays. Is this the end of the world for me...

Water drops fell from the sky like gems on this earth, which is so dry. Looked up and saw the black clouds in swell and the mud filing the air with a vibrant smell. Wish this could go on for ever allowing the heat to come up, never. Making all those dull trees green hiding the sun which grew so mean. Rain rain please don’t go away and don’t let the sun take over another day…

I always do stuffs without drikin, my brain keeps on over thinkin. Wheneva I wanted to say it to you, something in my mind would stop from goin through. I love you more than I love myself, coz this heart has given up itself. I just can’t be lovin you no more, I have to stop these thoughts in a war. So many times I tried, but all for nothing coz I’m afraid. Just for the love to you baby, so long, I am driven this crazy. The thing I am trying to forget is all true, coz its the one side love to you. I just.. I cant.. I just can’t be lovin you no more, but I cant give this thing up and swim to the shore. This poem was inspired by a song from Diddy Dirty Money [Loving You No More ft. Drake]

This is not a post which says how awesome it is to be a kid. This is that awkward part of being a kid. I am not sure about other countries, but here in India parents are really proud of their kids. And this post post shows how bad it was being one and those really weird moments. The first and foremost thing was that when ever there were relatives at home, me and my sister were called out from our room to introduce us to the guests. It was a real great thing for my parents, but as a kid it was more like a fashion show. I hated it, totally. Let alone the fashion show, then the act of the talent show comes up. I had a good vocal ability, so I could normally sing well in my younger days. So right after that fashion show it was my talent show. I was many a times asked to sing to them, as if I was some kind of entertaining robot. But for a parent it was a real proud thing. Being praised for a multi-talented kid is something of an achievement for them. I was born a Brahmin, so gh...