All the random thoughts

As I reached the far end of the Parade Grounds, a Pig ran on to the walkers track. It probably was waiting behind the trees. I was scared for a moment but then found it harmlessly running next to me. "So why are you running?" the Swine asked. "So I do not become like you". I had to be smarter than the Pig, the world says so. "Hmmmm. That's good. But did you ever wonder why you were putting on that weight?" "Oh... you wouldn't understand our world. We have so many options to eat, drink and make merry. We have such a convenient life style with automation for transportation. And of course, to enjoy all that we need to work hard and that causes us anxiety and affects our health. You wouldn't understand all this because you are a beast. You are not smart", I thought I sounded silly but I was sure the Pig would never figure. "Yes, I am not" the Pig said. "I only eat when I am hungry; drink water when I am thirsty and sl...

Once upon a time there lived a sheep, it also had a lamb. The mommy sheep was very good it always taught the lamb everything. One day the mommy sheep went into the forest for eating, by mistake the sheep lost its way. Then, she saw and shouted "Where am I?" She came front, front and front. She saw the road and she was happy that she found her way."Suddenly" a lion saw the sheep and it told that today my food is this "Aha". Then the sheep told to the lion to wait. I have a small lamb it doesn't know anything. Give me 20 minutes I will teach it everything and come back it said. No you are telling lies to me that you want to go away. No the sheep said. I will come back. If not you and your lamb would be eaten, the lion said. OK it said. It taught the lamb and came back to the lion. The lion said that how good you are. I won't eat you because you are good. Moral: do not eat anyone Written by Samhita

“There. Listen to the sounds of the train passing. Some compartments are full, some are half empty and even some more are empty. This train will be gone and will take all its passengers to wherever they need to go. A new train shall pass by here tomorrow. Some of the passengers could be the same ones who have traveled today. There will be some new ones” “Will the train ever stop here?” “It does but only briefly. And then you will see some old faces and some new. Treat the old ones ever so gently. Give them respect. Speak softly. They are the ones who will yell at you about yesterday. They might even shower praise and affection. Do not get swayed by any of those emotions. Just be aware that them being emotional only means that you matter in their lives. So be gentle with your words to them” “What about the new faces? Do I matter in their lives too?” “Not yet. You matter only to their minds when they are new. They will assess and analyze you. Be yourself. Do not put a show for them. ...

"Can you at least let Sir know that I am old and from a village in remote India? May be he will agree to see me then" The frail old man has been doing rounds of the Home Ministers office for more than a month now. It all started when the man was reading a vernacular newspaper at his village and came across a rather peculiar headline. His village was hidden behind the hills that ran along the main road to the nearest town. Only people from the village would know the existence of human habitat beyond those mountains. For everyone else, the picturesque hill range presented a romantic outlet into natures arms. Poets of all kinds, sitting at the window seat in the state transport buses plying the main road, have regularly found expressions ranging from pure lust to spiritual bliss as they watched from their window the hill range pass by. Those verses related to pure lust made their entry into mainstream cinema while those about spiritual bliss were mostly piled...

"What's this request? Yeh Kya hai yaar?", Baburam picked up a file from the 'IN' tray on his table. "Somene wants to award a doctorate to someone else, sir. They have sent a request for clearance", Baburam's secretary answered even as he was busy crushing dried chana in his hand. "Why do you crush chana before eating yaar? I never understand that", Baburams sense of curiosity overtook his sense of duty. The secretary however was very protocol based. He never tolerated any questions that he found intrusive and violating his personal choices in life. He decided to ignore Baburam. "How can you ignore your boss? If you keep doing that I will not clear this file". Baburam was angry and so lost his sense of threat-making. He forgot, in the rush of the moment, that his secretary wouldn't give two chanas if the file was not cleared. In fact if anyone, it was Baburam who would get affected by not clearing the file. The secretary c...

There was a conference of sorts between my consciousness, heart and mind. It was presided over by my body. The body explained how it had become a bundle of confusion with all the three attendees not being in alignment. "Please come to an agreement", it requested. "The key issue", said my consciousness, "is to evaluate what you are doing against its significance in the overall scheme of things. Right now there are so many things that do not seem to make sense". "It doesn't matter what you do as long as you enjoy doing it", replied my heart. "Enjoy your work and everything else will fall in place. You will be happy and things will make sense even if they don't". My mind seemed irritated. "What BS?", it flared. "You have accepted the system when you accepted its education, its degree, its job, its money, its marriage, its family, its medicine and its electronics. Why question the significance of its work alone?"...

The Vagabond was now older than what he’d have liked. He was respected for his past achievements, which never were, and was one of the most sought after consultants at ITVille. Over a period of time, the Vagabond himself forgot the source of his greatness and started attributing his status as a respected master to his own non-existent capability. The Vagabond now spent most of his time walking around ITVille at a leisurely pace (less than a quarter kilometer per hour). The same speed that made people to think of him as a lazy bum is now attributed to his wisdom and his ability to imbibe knowledge from everything around him. People, the young and ambitious, slowed themselves down so they could catch down with him and try to gain some of his wisdom on those perambulatory strolls. No one understood, just like all those years ago, what the Vagabond had to offer but, instead of attributing this to shallowness of thought they now considered it as a hallmark of true knowledge that made the...