A Bowl of Elusive

“TRUTH“…Such a sublime concept, isn't it? And yet, its never absolute. No, this is not a lesson in philosophy. I am talking about a very practical aspect here. Because, we aren't a species that is driven solely on instincts and reflexes. We take time to analyse “the truth”, “the reality” and then act on it, as we see fit. And hence, the need for “truth” gets elevated several folds. And truth here should be absolute. As a lot depends on it. Sometimes life and death and at other times, a person’s identity. Coz what we believe makes us who we are. Thats the truth I am speaking of. Have you wondered why things are never absolutely true? If you start thinking about it, you'll realise that this ambiguity in the concept of truth exists only in things that are human or related to humans. For example, look at the sun or the moon. One is a star and the other, a satellite. Both of them are celestial bodies. That is the truth, the absolute truth. As its universally ...

For a major part of my life, my family history has haunted me. Its a sad history…you know, the usual: Abandoned by mum at the age of three, father died when I was ten, brought up by old grandparents. Its a sad story and I have lived in its shadow for so long. But not any more. Its funny growing up. Things change. My history was forgotten as soon as I got a job and started fending for myself. Now I am identified by what I do. And all the old things are forgotten. And its a good thing. Coz now I can confess that being an orphan came with its perks. I mean the sympathy that I used to get when I was younger was just tremendous. And like all manipulative teens, I used it to my advantage several times, be it with teachers or girls! Seriously, the sob story got me my first two girlfriends!!! But the story has been retired now. And it seemed fair to bid it adieu formally with this blog! Goodbye, SAD PAST !!!