Life? Railway tracks?

Well, today I want to pick out the finest threads from this thing called life and arrange them in a manner that would make sense for me. You see how they arrange the railway tracks? Always proper and at calculated distances, because if they failed to do so then you know it would wreck havoc. A lot of lives that could potentially be lost, a lot of people who might be on their beds for the rest of their lives and so on. Human tragedy has no real limitations I guess. You see people getting killed in freak accidents then you see some getting shot/stabbed and then some die because of natural causes. Causes like their heart failing to pump blood or their kidneys failing to purify and do its job, such small things.

Recently, a colleague of mine passed away in a road accident and I am not kidding you that a few days prior to that I was looking to volunteer for the same cause. I think my feeble attempt might help save a life directly or indirectly. Burrr wait what am I even talking about? I started with something then went on to something and then here? Talk about being random.

The reason I am utilizing this platform is that I really need a source to channelize my thoughts like I’ve done in the past. And the grim reality of life is that you will find yourself alone at times. No, people will not always move away but you’ll push them too and the worst thing is that you’ll not know until it is too late or maybe I am wrong.

I have been questioning a lot of things lately but let’s talk about that on a different post some other day. Until then, let this blog be a small window in my life and into the weird thought process I have. I shall keep trying to make my position in this world or I’d just stand out! Whatever works!

See you, folks!

The jump

Flapping

A duck jumps into the Naini Lake, Nainital

Cat Among The Pigeons

You randomly decide to catch up with a friend at a bookstore which has a cafe that is known for chai. Well, no suspense there it is called Cha Bar and the bookstore goes by the name ‘Oxford Bookstore’. This is in Connaught Place of New Delhi, India.

So, I was in the metro today with a book that I bought from the above-talked bookstore. Yes, you go to a bookstore and you have to have to buy a book. The reason I bought this was because I remember reading ‘Cat Among The Pigeons by Agatha Christie’ back in 2007 when I was in a school.

The weather was perfect, the temperature showing 16 °C, the metro coming out of the tunnel and sun shining on your back and an empty metro which means you get to sit and read in silence.  That is when I clicked this photograph.

Tell me what you guys are reading these days? And how’s the weather at your end?

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Safar

woh kabhi kabhi
hota hai na
ki sab cheeze reh  
si jati hai

jaise yeh train
station se nikal rahi hai
sab kuch peeche chodte hue

andar ka mahaul kuch hai
aur bahar ka kuch


Agar aapne socha yeh ek poem hai toh aap shayad galat hai, yeh kuch bikhre hue khayal the mere socha yaha likh dun

Kaise hai aap sab?