The Skin Kaleidoscope

 Six years it has been since we last met Have waited so long for this; I so wish I had a Time Turner to relive our time that now I already miss Want to go back to that Thursday night to that panic attack that was, but faintly brief; To catch that jet plane That would take me to you all my most memorable TGIF :D To that beautiful August Friday When we finally met Those loving hugs that only meant well; I scold myself now for failing to express The happiness flooding my soul then, now as well That beautiful-er Saturday I know it isn't word  I cant help but do compare; Those overwhelming memories are some of my choicest ones cannot forget them, this I swear The long drive to Chitappa's farm those rainy clouds  that seemed to have followed us through; Our mini hike there Those free flowing streams And that unforgettable country side view The evening that followed took a pleasant unplanned turn With a game of soapy football on our cards; What fun we had  sliding on that slippery sof

Day 138 of my B-school journey:  Even as term 4 for PGPM 2018 is underway, it seems like yesterday when I entered the campus of Great lakes institute of management, Gurgaon. I think it will be fair for me to say that by now our learning curve has grown exponentially (I was actually looking for an even more superlative word) for having studied twenty two courses in these four and a half months. In the aftermath however, we have sixteen ‘not so frequently opened’ yet bulky pillow sized books for our perusal (I honestly don’t know when and how these will actually be used.) But as I recount the seemingly short experience here, I struggle to describe how awesome this journey is panning out to be. I am unable to elucidate that feeling where, on a Friday night - 11:53 PM to be exact - you are still in the Academic block and ceaselessly trying not to miss the midnight deadline for a class group project and at the same time keeping your subconscious mind alert about the pre-reads you

Why do I love watches? There is a small and seemingly lame fact to this. Before I tell you the fact, let me tell you a small incident from my past. My grandfather, Mr. W. Thomas Victor loved watches too. I may easily say that this trait runs in our family(maybe it does!) but it is not just a hereditary thing. It is certainly not an irony that my grandfather had a "Grandfather clock" at his place - A big free standing, weight driven pendulum clock with the pendulum held inside the tower of the case. Every half an hour it would do a ding-dong and every hour it would strike as many ding-dongs as the time it showed. I have such beautiful memories of me waking up at 12 in the night just to count the number of ding-dongs. My grandfather used to share certain things that would put an encyclopedia to shame. There was this time when I was about to start the usual brother-sister argument(for fun) and my grandfather stepped in. It all started with my sister using

Whenever November comes by, I am surrounded by a melancholic and cold atmosphere that has nothing to do with the winter season. But as far as my memory can reach out, winter used to be my favorite, of all the seasons throughout the year.  Waking up to the smell of brewing coffee my mother would make but at the same time trying my best to get out of my cozy rajaai (Hindi for a quilt) to brush my teeth and take a hot bath and then dressing up to go to school. I still remember how I used to literally bake my socks over the stove(for which I used to get scolded by my Maa almost every time!) to make it warm enough to put my feet inside a pair of heavenly hosiery! :) And then after coming back from school, how I would enjoy playing outside in the warmth of the sun till 6 in the evening and then coming home to some hot snacks my Maa would make for me. Yes. Winter was The Best Time of the year for me! What was more. It was Christmas season! Gifts, New clothes, Christmas cards, the Chris

Finally! After so many attempts to try new things all my life, here I am at the brink of starting something new. Blogging.  Well its probably out of jealousy(God forgive me!) that I have found this newly found interest. You see many of my friends have their own blogs and quite good ones at that!  So much for intros, I'll post something that has influenced my life to an extent that it has changed my way of looking at myself.  If you had known me from my school days, you would have known me to be one of those lonely, fun-hating introvert guys who stick to reading books as their sole hobby. Well, maybe I was/am like that. The difference now is that I have Someone far greater than my imagination, who has filled me with something that I am going to have till I am here. Faith. Hope. Love. It all started with a 'Why?' It always does. And then, like that feeling when you start giving in, like that step when you start over again , like that moment when you are just waking up,