Aaj jane ki zidd na karo

He is leaving for his study exchange right about now. Only three weeks, but the thought of him on the other side of the world brings back so many memories. Not the best ones of my life, but not by any means the worst. Having been separated by 4.5 hours of time difference was a blessing to our relationship. Falling in love, day by day, sitting by the living room window, watching rain drops fall from leaf to leaf till they reach their destination, telling him that I wish he was there with me.

Transformation, they preach at my school. Try love I say.

On related note, marketing wisdom says that you need to have conviction in your product yourself to be able to get it valued by others. Is that why friends think our relationship is 'perfection'? Because, well, it is. Like hot Sunday morning coffee, served with a side of winter sunshine. Perfection.

As the Hilti marketing guy would say, "Acid test- explain this to a three year old!".

Goodbye dear friend

When an author passes away, why does it feel like I have lost a member of my family? I vividly remember that cold afternoon in January 2010, when I got to hear about Eric Segal's demise. Two days before an elderly relative had died, and apart from short-lived nostalgia, I hadn't felt a speck of sadness, let alone loss. The news of Eric Segal passing away felt like I had lost a soulmate, a friend, a member of my innermost family circle with whom I had spent countless hours discussing those people we both knew, the first crush, the elderly aunt with never-ending stories, the friend who had betrayed me. With Mr Segal, I had shed many a tears, of happiness, pain, longing and separation, laughed many a smiles, buoyed up by the secret only we both knew and shared many a tragedies. I knew his soul, because he had the courage to share it with me. I knew what moved him, and his emotions moved me too. Mr Eric Segal, I do not know if anybody ever told you when they had the chance, but you were a confidante, a friend, a beloved guide and soulmate to countless others like me.

Just like Pran Sharma, who was the best friend millions of kids had. Today I felt another pang of loss, upon hearing about the demise of my childhood hero, a man who gave me my childhood companions.

Rest in Peace Mr Sharma. You will always live on in the hearts of an entire generation.

Two drops of narcissism

Desperate to write but can never muster the courage.

I am starting to realize that I don't write because I usually have just one thought in my head, and am too scared/lazy to expand it.

So I will start taking it thought by thought, even if it makes me one of the "twitterati".

Stay put, for short, useless posts.