Who moved my CHEESE?

CHANGE is one word we are all familiar with. However, it is a well known fact that we don’t much appreciate changes in our lives. Every moment things, people, situations around us keep changing. We need to adapt to them as quickly as we can. We need to be flexible in our lifestyle.
I know it all sounds great but when it comes to following all this, we are just unable to do it. There’s nothing wrong with it. No matter how easy it may seem, it is tough to adjust. When you join a new office, school or college, initially everything seems like a fairytale. Everything and everyone is new and good for you. But as time passes, things change. You come face to face to the reality.
Reality, my friends, is harsh than we can possibly imagine. When I joined my new office, I faced this situation. When things became really tough for me to handle, I quit the job. That was a tough decision I thought.....
It was not! Tough would have been then, if I had to continue with it!
I realised it when I joined my new college. Every day you meet same people and you have to stay with them whether you like it or not. There are times when you don’t like people’s opinion but you can’t tell them that, so all you do is smile at them and nod your head. I could never imagine I would have to do such a thing ever. “I hate hypocrisy so why am I doing the same thing now??’ I frequently came across this thought. And then I learnt one of the very important lessons of my life. What I did was not hypocrisy but diplomacy. I learnt the thin line difference between the two.
After getting upset about a hoard of times, I started adapting to the changes. That is when I realized that not anyone or anything around me was wrong. I needed to learn the art of adapting to the things. Sometimes you need to change the environment and sometimes all you need to change is 'you'.
Long back, I had read a book about this concept, which explained that when things around us change, we should not panic, rather adapt to the changes as quickly as possible. The sooner one learns the art to move on the faster one is able to discover the new horizons. There are situations in life when things happen that we are not prepared for. It’s not easy to move away or move on in such circumstances, but then I just recall this lesson and things become way easier.
So, the next time, you see changes around you don’t ask “Who moved my cheese?” rather MOVE ON! May be you’ll get better a cheese then!

After all it's just a DESIRE.....

A dream is a succession of images, sounds or emotions that the mind experiences during sleep. Some people say it is a state of mind where you imagine things that may or may not be real. I believe a dream is a mirage. It is a hope that some day my environment will be the way I want or imagine.


Like Dream SEX is also has different connotations for different people. It might be defined as a language of souls or just a process by which male and female gametes come together to mix and combine the genetic traits and produce an offspring of the same specie. I believe Sex is DESIRE.

Few days back, I was reading a book by Paulo Coelho called "ELEVEN MINUTES" and I came across a paragraph where Maria asks Ralf Hart to 'desire' her. By the time I finished reading the novel, I had a lot of things running in my mind. When it all settled down, I sat and thought about that paragraph and more I thought, clearer the picture of the word SEX became in my mind.

Sex is all about desiring the other soul. The primary reason for getting into a relationship now-a-days is to get laid.Generally, these days sex is nothing but just a "word". There is nothing unethical or wrong with it. It's a common perspective, but in my view, that's not how it is meant to be. The depictions in the art at Khajuraho temple or the meaning of sex in the world's oldest scripts like Kamasutra is not the same as it is predominant in today's world.

I feel sex is a little over-rated, quite similar to marriages. People have got carried away with the act so much that the essence got lost on the way. We even use the terms wrongly. Getting orgasms is usually confused with pleasure. Orgasms, I feel are merely a result of the physical act. Pleasure is related to the feeling. 

Sex has been defined as a language of souls and for souls to interact, desire is the first step. If I do not desire a chocolate, with my mind, body and soul involved, it would never get the pleasure I'm looking for. So if I don't desire him with my mind, body and soul involved, I will never be able to enjoy the whole 'thing'.

Sex is not just a word but a whole world.....a small "L" makes all the difference. A small "l" that gives a start to love and life.....

BONI ka time hai...

I was roaming all around the city clicking pictures. Just as I entered Bapu Bazar, a small kid pulled my dupatta. "Didi ek khilona le lo..." said a tiny voice. I turned back to shoot him off, as we usually do with every beggar, peddler or any such person. However, to my astonishment this kid was too small and too innocent looking to shoot off. "uhh!! theek hai dikha kya h is tokri mein." I told him. The next moment he was ready with descriptions for all those small toys he had in the basket. I picked up a small plastic cycle. "ye kitne ki hai?? aur ye chalti toh h na dhang se?" I inquired softly. He immediately gave me a demo of his valuable product and as a perfect salesman explained me the USP for it. "ye 40 ka hoga didi" he disclosed the price with a sheepish smile on his face. "arre!! ye toh bahut jyada bol raha h...thoda kam kar...tees kar de" I started negotiating as an intelligent buyer. "didi 35 de do...boni ka time hai..." He quoted his price. I took the toy and kept it inside my bag. I took out my wallet and searched for 10 rupee notes and a rare thing - a 5 rupee coin, which I eventually could not find. So, I gave him 30 bucks and settled the account saying. "30 hi bante hain." He gracefully accepted the amount and picked up the basket. As he placed it on his head, I noticed the satisfaction he got by selling that small toy. I at once felt a jerk. I compared his situation with mine and felt happiness and grief at the same time. I took out a 10 rupee note and handed it over to the kid. The satisfaction on his face turned into a moment of happiness. He was not just happy but overjoyed and I felt satisfaction there. I had made someone smile today. The next act I did was to capture that wonderful moment in my memory and my camera forever!