My Excogitation

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...

"Friend in need is a friend in deed." It is one of the most selfish statements that has been made in history. Lemme break it down to explain the selfishness in this statement. Friend in need - A friend who is in need (needs help). Friend in deed - A friend who will do some deed (will help you). So basically all that statement is saying that if there is a friend who needs help, then you should assume that he/she will help you someday. If one follows this statement he/she would be helping friends only because that they will help them in turn. It is a total act of selfishness. It is such a lame statement, that is used so much in this world. And it is even taught in school to the kids and then everyone expects us to be unselfish and lead a selfless life huh?! If there is a right way of saying this then the quote should have been like this " Friend in need is a friend indeed ". If he/she is remembers you when in need, then that person is actually your t...

My brain ain't got no poetry no more my cold mind is in a heavy sore. The path I sought, took me so low it just made me lose my rhythm flow. Nothing flashed from a very long time so it had to be closed, my brain's rhyme. It had been a long time since I had update my other blog My Brain's Rhyme , so I closed that blog and every poem of mine ova there will be posted here. And if I ever find my rhyme back, I would be posting it here from now on.

Recently rode Bangalore Metro , so this my experience and what you can expect when you ride it for the first time. This was my first ever ride in a metro or tram or any other rail transport within the city. I was really excited when I realized that I was about to ride the so much hyped "Namma Metro". As metro is pretty new in Bangalore, people has made it a fun ride rather than regular commute. So expected a huge crowd and wasn't that bad. Since it was my first ever metro ride, I was super psyched. The process that they follow and the ticketing system was something new and good. The best part about the metro was the timings of these things, they are perfect. A board said that the train would arrive in 2 min at MG Road and it did. I Didn't walk into it, coz people pushed me into it. Then the ride was something new, but I didn't actually enjoy it; coz it was very slow for a metro. Reached Byappanahalli. Now the real annoying part of my experience began. Got ...