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Window Seats

Window seats are something, for which everyone is fond of.
You may find my topic peculiar. But let’s talk about window seats anyways. First let me ask a question, how many of you would always choose a window seat instead of any other seats while travelling in a bus, train, car or plane? Perhaps all of you!
I have always amazed by this particular seat. Since my childhood I have always wanted window seat. When we were kids we liked watching trees going backwards but now we don’t get amazed by moving trees. Now it’s something different, something that is emotional, something that touches our heart.
There is something magical about this place. You can see your past moving in front of your eyes like a motion picture
When I sit on window seat in bus or train and when journey begins, my mind always becomes nostalgic and I start pondering about various things like meaning of life, relationships with special people, parents, friends, childhood memories, career planning, world peace, chaos of …

Ordinary simple little things.

Don't you think that ordinary simple little things actually make up the life?
They have always been underrated and people always take them for granted.

We humans are complex creatures, we have to make things complicated always. But the truth is life lies in the little things that happens in every day. Little things that always have mattered.
Life is not about having a 9-5 job, buying a big car or a big house, earning lots of money, or get famous.
Life is all about little things.
Like having someone by your side when you get home after that 9-5 job.
Like when you finally learn how to make "Gol Chapattis".
Like when you finally finish that book or when you fall asleep while reading.
Like when you ask for extra pani puri.
Like when you taste first kerry of the season.
Like when you get wet in the first rain without being concerned about the health.
Like when you finish the game that you have been playing for so long.
Like when you pass smile to little babies and they smile…

Bhor Ho Gyi..

The other day, I was watching a really old movie Nirmala, 1948. It is a nice movie. There is a romantic scene in the movie between two lovers.
They are standing on the balcony of their home on the wedding night with their fingers intertwined with each other.
The below lines are cheesy but I love them. How beautifully a man expresses the love to his woman.


Man          -   Kyun aaj mere hraday ka chaman hai khila hua,                       Kyun mann bina ka taar taar hai mila hua,
Woman     -   Mein kya jaanu
Man          -   Kisse puchun?

Woman     -   Apne dil se..

Man          -   Dil kehta hai chandramukhi ne mann ka mukud khilaya hai                        Bubul ne apna pyara gul paaya hai                        Jivan tha suna suni mann ki basti 
                      Madhur prem se tumne ise basaya hai

Woman     -   Bhor ho gyi..
Man          -   Haan bhor ho gyi.

Teaching

If I were to choose a second profession ever, then it would be Teaching without any concern. I love teaching. I have been teaching since I was 17.
It all started with Engineering Drawing since my maternal grandfather is a Ret. Professor of Engineering Drawing, he taught me the subject. And I sincerely accepted it. It involves imagination, mathematics and engineering with Art. Art has always been close to my heart, I used to have a drawing notebook on which I used to draw cartoons. Childhood is really all about doing what you love (then we all have grown up - sad).
I learned E.D and I was good at it. I knew when to use HB, H and 2H and that's how it started, My Love for Teaching. I began teaching students from Engineering colleges at my grandfather's coaching center at home.
When I was doing engineering, I used to teach my friends. I taught E.D, of course, in my first year to my classmate besides teaching at a coaching class at home. One friend of mine from CS branch used to v…

Kindle: A gadget of Joy

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I had always been skeptical about buying Kindle. "Buy it or not to buy it, that is the question" and I am so glad that now what used to be "that is the question" becomes "that was the question" as finally, I bought the Kindle from Amazon. My very own beloved Kindle which I can cherish for life or perhaps at least for 2 years as per Kindle Protection Plan.
The skeptics might be with the price or perhaps with my love for books, the books that made out of woods or with the possibility of mine to regain my habit of reading. I had not been reading books for 1.5 years, these 1.5 years were the worst years of my life, to be precise my worst days started from Feb 2016.
Now things are getting somewhat good if not great and so am I, if not great of course. I so wanted to jump on reading books at my earliest. And after buying Kindle I am delighted as if I found my lost treasure which was lost 1.5 years ago.
I again started reading and the best part is, now a day I …

The Law of the Garbage Truck

And suddenly the sentence "The Law of Garbage Truck" resounds in my mind as I was watching a fight on a busy traffic road. I recalled a friend of mine who once way back sent me an SMS describing the "Law of Garbage Truck", yes you heard it right the SMS as it was way back in the time when messaging apps weren't invented.
Today for the very first time I looked it up on the internet and found that it's an article by David J. Pollay, a writer. He describes it as follows.

“Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you. So when someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Believe me. You’ll be happier.”

I have always remembered the essence of Law of Garbage Truck but didn't know how exactly it was described.

Now…

The saddest love story!!

You were always an unknown person. You liked yourself to remain a mystery, didn't like to share anything about you with anyone. Your joy, your pain, your suffering, your happiness were always untold. And this was the way you had been living your life. A simple but precious life.
Then one day, a person walks into your life. They don't just want to talk to you, they want to know you. They want to know all your secrets, all your troubles, all your likings. They want to unfold the mystery. They ask you, what happened that day, you looked desolate. They ask you, what makes you sad, what makes you happy, are you alright?
Suddenly your life revitalized. Now you are not that mystery to everyone, there is a person who knows everything about you. There is a person who is crazy about you.There is a person who loves you. And then you cannot survive a single day without sharing a thing or two about yourself to that special person.
Now you came to know about a different type of joy that yo…