The Forwardness of India : Then and Now

Sitting down here on the Grass, and with the morning sun just behind, I take a selfie and it seems like the sparkling light behind glows like I got a good enlightenment. I have been having this thought from past two days, and early this morning, I wake up from Bed about writing on this topic.

Name me one self help bestselling author, who hasn’t had any link with the India.

Youth – This is for You 2!

Was watching some Meme about Kate and Leonardo Di Caprio on Facebook. In it, it appears like Kate is concentrating on something, while Lee is completely into something outside. I had this same feeling a while ago, while I was in the library. And, I think I have mastered a little bit of it.

Just yesterday, I was running away from a domestic Dog, strolling with his guard.…

Not-Coincidental: Talks about Karma and Dharma.

You know your Dharma will always take to bigger level. A great Personality could remember what the work I did about 4 years ago, while I have not seen in person. Someone could remember meeting me exactly 5 years ago, while I had forgotten the year. Today, while I was on a call with a Volunteer Teacher, who rarely knows me.…

Puffs or Puff: Addiction?!!

Smokes, Cigar, Hot drinks, Hooka… What else? Try everything of these. But, never get addicted to any of this. I was walking with a friend someone near the center of the Bangalore. And, we started speaking about a friend who got addicted to some of these. As, I have described in a few last posts about a Domestic servant ‘Maari’. Here, I want to say how our own people, who are of our likes get into these kind of things.…

The future of India is in the hands of…

10 Years ago, you ask the same question. And, you would get the answer as “Engineers” or “The Middle Class”. But, it’s totally changed according to my observation. I had a small walk around my place, with mobile in hands and listening to the Music. After I had a brief talk with a Lassi Shop GUY, and moved on for a walk towards the Ground.

Maari – The man who sold himself for…

Walking up in the street, I stop near a street vendor for a tender coconut. While a guy turns towards me. I could recognize him, his face. But, I judged it for a second as another, and get it. It was ‘Maari’. The guy who used to do some domestic gardening works for us.

I greet him with name, after a while I remember him for a wrong thing which he did last time.…

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