Kissa Kamlesh Ka

For the meme fans, Kamlesss Soluchan aka Kamlesh Solution needs no introduction. But in case if you are new to this latest internet sensation then you may want to go through this video compilation featuring 10 of the funniest memes created by the talented people.

Enjoyed? Great. Now let’s go through the original video featuring Kamlesh.

Do you still find it funny? Most of the people won’t find it funny anymore. The question is, have we stopped being human beings by lacking empathy? In this age of internet where social media has taken the world by storm, we have become heartless enough to make mockery of someone’s misery.

There are two choices left for all of us:

1. We can go the easy way. Encourage the meme creators to make fun of people with issues who need help.

2. The difficult way is to think about some idea as in how to help these distressed people who fail to accept that they have issues that need help and medical assistance.

Before you decide on confirming your choice, remember, there are more Kamleshs than you can think of. Also the law of Karma has its own funny ways of payback. One of your loved ones could be the next internet sensation when their misery becomes an excuse for other people’s mockery.

Remember this, my friend, drug problems are for real. Addiction problems are real. We may ignore it but ignorance will not curb it. I hope this post makes sense. Moreover, I hope we make sense by the choices we make.

Peace, Poetry and Power.

Another Audit, Another Audition

23rd December. 

Does this date ring a bell? Nah. It rings not just the bell. It rings a carillon in my mind that can cause embarrassment even to the Big Ben. This date has strange psychic powers. People look forward to their name day (as in Game of Thrones lingo) or birthdays. They would usually countdown the number of days left for their special day. Unlike me.

To be honest, I get s**t scared of this day. Maybe that’s got something to do with the kind of attention I get all of a sudden. It’s as if the whole world would carry me on their shoulders and then drop me down with the same speed. Or maybe it’s just about my habit of self-assessment on this particular date. Or maybe it’s just the fear of facing disappointment due to unfulfilled expectations. Whatever may be the reasons, the outcome is the same. This date invokes everything but joy.

So here I am, somewhere between the dark night and the first light, assessing my journey of the previous year. The clock in my room has already struck 2 and I am listless about the things to do. Many of you maybe expecting me to write another hunky dory article that can make your funny bones tickle. But I am very sorry to disappoint since that’s not the point. By the time my post gets fixed, it will already be four or five or six.

Enough of rhymes, for now, it has been ages since I wrote a poetry. The last time I remember writing one was for my debut book that released during the previous year. But like they say, all good things come to an end, I guess my poetry writing skills too ended and disappeared with time and circumstances. Speaking about the last year, it has been a roller coaster ride. A year that had fifty shades of an emotional journey.

Let’s focus on the good. Because that is what worth doing. I got my first royalty paycheck. I found a family in Like-minded Networking Associates. I am lucky enough to be a part of the group that does social service every month. The 11.11 moment that was stored for just someone has now turned into a legacy and has spread like a healthy infection.

Now for the bad. PS. I still end up watching PS I Love You whenever I wish to see some movie. I am still bad at numbers. My manuscripts still remain a difficult task to complete. I am still unable to break my teetotaler image. I am still learning to keep my emotions in check. I am still trying to keep up my pace with the ever changing times. At times, it’s a deliberate attempt to retreat into a shell, far away from the madding crowd. Everything is still, yet moving at a faster pace.

Few things that haven’t really changed are my relationships, particularly with my family and my friends. We still fight over petty issues and they still protect me from the dangers I face. And not to forget, I still manage to keep a brave smiling face over most of the issues I come across. So that’s it. Here’s the end of another audit (self-assessment, to be precise) and it’s time to prepare for another audition of the upcoming roles stored in life. It’s time to sign off. 

And yeah, Dear Self, Happy Birthday. Hope you continue on your course of learning to be inspirational, capable and ideal to become an idol.

Peace, Poetry and Power.

(PS. Like I had said earlier, it’s about to be four according to IST. Adios.)

Mascots – Our Heroes

A good mascot has to be memorable. If it’s hard to identify or isn’t recognizable as something specific, it’s not going to do the job it’s supposed to. A mascot needs to stand for something. It needs to be more than just cute – it has to have a personality.

– Don Carter

I am close to getting older by another year and yet the childishness inside me refuses to fade. There is never a single day when a person doesn’t feel the blues. I mean, let’s be honest, not all moments in a day are perfectly blissful. On an average, a person goes through a thousand emotions and processes more than a thousand thoughts per day. While sometimes we experience joy, bliss and positivity, the rest of the time we feel low, mundane and listless. Many of us think, “Damn! I am feeling so low today. Now how do I get rid of it?”

I have been associated with many people who can overrule their feelings of negativity by thinking of their favorite characters whom they term it as lucky mascots. Like there is this one lady who will surf through her phone and check out her collection of penguin photographs. They are her Happy Feet. There’s this person who will watch The Lion King to chase away his boredom. In fact, I am a big fan of The Minions. They never fail to evoke laughter in me.

Now let me make myself clear. I am not talking about movies out here. I am talking about the (fictional animated) characters who became our bum chums and made our childhood awesome. They are the ones worthy enough to be known as our mascots. They are the ones who unintentionally teach us so many lessons. Moreover, they show us that it’s okay to be silly at times and laugh out loud because life is not just about sulking over your daily problems and issues. There’s much more to life than what you are experiencing. Not all days will remain the same. Some days will blossom like spring and some days will be stormy affairs. These are the times when the insane thoughts of our mascots can bring sanity in our chaotic moments.

A mascot is not just cute, as said by Don Carter, it needs to stand up for something. That something is HOPE. A hope of sunrise after a dark night. A hope for a glimmering smile after sulking mood.  A hope of success after repeated failures. He isn’t a failure who falls down, he is who refuses to stand up again. That’s what they teach us. Like the penguins in my friend’s case. Their walks invoke laughter, their claps invoke applause, their style of standing up after falling down teach never-say-die attitude. The Lion King, who exemplifies the way a cub becomes the king of the jungle, The Minions, who act stupid all the time and still manage to save the day, believe it or not, these mascots pass us encrypted messages of positivity, perseverance, and heroism.

It’s okay to have a mascot and turn to it when our minds are clouded. It’s okay to appease the child inside us by letting our mascots make us laugh again. It’s perfectly okay to let our mascots help us get nostalgic and walk down the memory lane when they made us smile for the first time.. because that’s what they do. They shoo away our blues. It’s time we recognize these fictional heroes! It’s time we confess the identity of our mascots to ourselves. It’s time for acceptance. I just shared my mascot with you. It’s your turn, pal.

Peace, Poetry and Power.


Love. Passion. Karma.

First things first. Wise men said, Never judge a book by its cover and a post by its title. There’s more to it than meets the eye.

FYI, I am not in Goa! And to clarify further, I am not endorsing any place! I am here, where you will always find me. Inside my den. Because that’s where I am. Because of what I am. A businessman at daytime and a writer at night. Because that’s what I am meant to do. I wear the face of Thalia in a bid to please my kith and kin. I take solace of Melpomene when I escape the world’s attention. Both being the facets of the smile-frown or happy-sad masks commonly used in theater. But hello? Aren’t we all the same? Always wearing masks, trying to hide our truer selves, living under the constant fear of being scrutinized for our original being. Believe it or not, our whole lifetime is no less than Mardi Gras. This will forever remain our identity, our agony, and our ecstasy. With those things said and done, I move forward to talk about Love. Passion. Karma.

Has this thought ever crossed your mind that everything you experience or you do is a concoction of love? The emotions you go through, the actions you commit, the fruits you reap, in fact, speak of anything and you will draw to the sole conclusion – it is a manifestation of love. Almost every religion has different theories related to the origin and creation of the universe and Earth. Name a religion – Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism, Judaism or any other religion that you know of, each of them talks about how our respective Gods created us. Isn’t our existence a result of love?

Here’s one misconception about love. When we love somebody, we tend to do every possible thing to keep the person happy. (No. It’s not just about being in love with your spouse/partner/crush. It’s about experiencing love towards your parents, siblings, friends, children. The concept of love is broader than one may realize.) We tend to spoil them with choices, shower gifts, indulge in pampering and many other ways we can think of. Is it right to conclude that we commit actions to prove our love for them? Wrong. Sorry to say but I beg to differ. We do things not to prove our love for them, we do so to prove our worth to our own self! More than satisfying their needs we wish to satisfy our own egos and prove ourselves that nobody else can be better than us in their lives. This competition of one-upmanship over the rest gives rise to passion. There is a humungous difference between Passion and Compassion.

“Shower your compassion with passion and follow your passion with compassion.” – (ref. The Pink Slip)

We are passionate because of love. We act out of love. It is easier to conclude that our Love nurtures our Passion and decides our Karma (actions). It is our love to do something that makes us passionate and perform our Karmas accordingly. A simple example I can think of is writing. I love writing. More than entertaining my wonderful readers, I am passionate about satisfying my bruised self by writing as better as possible. I act accordingly by writing to prove myself that I can express myself in a better way. These are my actions. This is my Karma.

But there are times when love gives rise to anger, disappointments, frustration, hatred. Many times we are angry, frustrated, disappointed with our results in spite of our actions. Needless to say, that’s the blessing and the curse of experiencing love. Here’s what I have learned about loving. Let love be your strength but let not love blind you. Be passionate while doing what you love to do but be compassionate towards all whether they deserve your love or not. Let there be love in your actions but avoid actions that insult the idea of love. With this, I sign off focussing on my Love. Passion. Karma. What about you?

Peace, Poetry and Power.

Current Affairs!

(This post would have been ordinary without suggestions by Priyesh Shah. Thank you for making it special.)

Precautionary Note: This post may contain language unsuitable for kids and people who choose arrogance over self-assessment.

If you have managed to spare next 5 minutes without a lapse in concentration then pat yourself on your back because you chose to read this post over:

  1. pouting on Snapchat/Instagram.
  2. reacting to the posts on your Facebook timeline.
  3. scrolling up/down going through countless tweets.
  4. lol-ing or hahaha-ing on WhatsApp/other chat messenger forwards.
  5. randomly surfing through shopping websites to update your wishlist.
  6. scheming/blackmailing your partner to fulfill your demands.

How do I know it? Well.. that’s the human tendency! That’s what we do.

  1. Wake up in the morning.
  2. Go to work.
  3. Laze around by constantly staring at the screens varying from a 5-inch phone to a 25-inch monitor.
  4. Juggle between the social media tabs.
  5. Wait for the day to get over.
  6. Return home.
  7. Freshen up.
  8. Dine.
  9. Fiddle with the smartphones again.
  10. Doze off.
  11. Repeat.

Let’s just agree that such is the state of current affairs in our day to day lives. Wait! But current affairs means ‘events of political or social interest and importance happening in the world at the present time’. We Gujjus have coined a special term for it – ગામ પંચાત (pronounced as gaam pun-chaat) means having an opinion for almost every damned topic relevant/irrelevant to us. Here are a few examples that I can think of:

  1. Trump shouldn’t win US Presidential elections.
  2. Bitcoins are getting banned.
  3. Great Britain exits European Union.
  4. Brangelina split!

Forget about international news, we people are so talented that we can play the role of  Jahangir Khan from Dear Zindagi by voicing our opinions/advice regarding our brother’s best friend’s cousin sister’s mother’s aunt’s daughter’s relative! We are blessed with having solutions (read: jugaad) for everything right from changing a newborn’s nappies to world’s economy! Speaking of ‘economy’, we are currently struggling with issues faced due to demonetization. We are facing a cash crunch. Our businesses are hitting new lows. Suddenly our eyes lit up more while seeing Rs.100 notes rather than the Rs.2000 notes (considering the difficulties faced to tender change for the 2000s).

Kindly note, I am not here to write about the political, financial and political state of affairs for one simple fact – this isn’t my forte! I am here to write about my current affairs. Yes, I am sitting idle, staring at the blinking cursor and trying to open up about my love affair with writing. About my love affair with reading. About my affair with doing anything that makes me fall in love with. Numbers were never my type. Alphabets are. Words are. Sentences are. These are my current affairs. And they shall stay so till the time my soul decides to hang its boots.

Here’s a piece of unasked suggestion for you. When you have nothing to do, rather than staring at the screens of your devices choose Current (Present) Affair (Love). Love those who are Present arround you and the rest will follow. Your gadget screens aren’t Ali Baba’s cave, dude! Look around you. Your life is a journey, death is not the destination but a junction. Your destination lies in touching the hearts of as many possible people and be a part of their memories. You live just once. You love just once. You marry just once. It is true that you have the power to sire many kids simply because you can dump countless sperms or lay many eggs! But don’t mistake it to be end of your duty. Think about the ones who crave for a life like yours. About the ones who aren’t lucky to have wonderful parents, lovable spouse and angel-like children as you have. Your duty is to gift these people your attention. Because out of 100-billion odd people residing on our planet, they enter your lives. They choose to be associated with you over others. You are gifted to touch their hearts through your actions and expressions. And the best thing you can gift them is not purchaseable through your wealth – your time! Because time and tide waits for no man.

So here I am.. reading, writing, sharing and doing every possible good thing knowingly/unknowingly to touch your hearts! Hope you too do the same and make these goals a part of your current affairs! Or should I say – Sort your current affairs!

Peace, Poetry and Power.

A Deed That Tastes Good

A few years ago, I started with this section of blog posts christened as ‘Heroes’. It consists mostly of chance encounters with people who either made a difference to others’ lives or touched my heart in some way. Little did I realize was the fact that there also lived people who could not only touch my heart but also made a difference in my life. I have written about Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar whose humility and achievements taught me of the lesson of humility, about my luck-by-chance encounter with Suresh Chandra Yadav, a taxi driver who thinks more about the country’s progress rather than being a part of cheap politics, about my heroes, my support system who provide me HOPE whenever I have none, about one of the underrated actors Alan Rickman, who showed the world that sometimes you need to be bad for the world’s betterment. I also wrote about a team of legends who literally have the power to shatter the egos of people they meet through their art and most importantly through their smiles.

This time I write about an encounter-by-chance with another bunch of superstars who love filling up the empty stomachs of people living below poverty line. Meet the Fairy Godmothers for hundreds of hunger-stricken people, Namneet Kohli aka Nilu Didi / Ninu Aunty and her friend Dr. Bela, a gynecologist. While most of us prefer to laze around and warm our beds on Sundays, they choose to feed more than 400 people living below poverty line with choicest of delicacies at their bungalow opposite Dr Ernest Borges Memorial Home, Kala Nagar, Bandra East. Theirs is a story that can inspire hundreds of budding philanthropists.


Namneet Kohli aka Nilu Didi aka Ninu Aunty with a glimpse of her service.


Team “Sab Ki Rasoi” with Team “LNA Socials”


Ninu Aunty welcomes us to join her team every Sunday for feeding the underprivileged people whom she considers her family. She along with Bela Aunty and their respective husbands, share the details of the journey they have embarked upon since one year. As goes their foundation’s name Sab Ki Rasoi, she talks about the inception of the idea that snowballed into its present form. A casual conversation with her best friend Bela with regards to making a difference in the lives of the underprivileged by eradicating hunger with the help of another good Samaritan whom she doesn’t wish to name gives birth to Sab Ki Rasoi. True to its name, their organized ‘langar’ welcomes everybody irrespective of caste, creed, status to have a sumptuous meal. She talks about the minor bumpers she faced earlier to succeed in her vision. She talks about her goal of feeding at least a 100 million people every day by opening many more centers. She talks about her youngest volunteers (4-year-old Kevin and 12-year-old Evan) who never miss a single Sunday to be a part of the good cause through Sab Ki Rasoi. She talks about her support system consisting of her husband, children, and other family members that religiously walk on the path she has carved.

As truly said by wise men, “One good deed attracts another good deed” she manages to visit an orphanage every Thursday and feed children with her very own hands. It won’t be wrong to say that until people like Ninu Aunty are present, the world will never sleep with empty stomachs. Wishing her more power and more success in her efforts to make her dream of a hunger-free world come true. Way to go!

Peace, Poetry and Power.

A phiLNAthropist.



The Beast in us!

Hola readers!

I think the last time I wrote about something like this was when I paid my respect to Late. Alan Rickman. It is one of the times when my pen becomes my wand, making honest efforts to cast a spell through the words that come out of the realms of my heart. The execution may or may not be to the tee all the time but the intentions surely are as they always have been and always will be.

The Harry Potter saga finished a few years ago. J.K. Rowling weaved the concept of The Boy Who Lived on paper while directors like Chris Columbus, Alfonso Cuarón, Mike Newell and David Yates donned the director’s hat and created the magic on screen. Whether it was Alohomora to unlock the closed doors or Expecto Patronum to fend off the dementors, every magical spell had etched a memory in the heart (or should I say Pensieve) of wizards, witches, and Muggles (or should I say No-Majs as in American terms). Just when the world thought that The Deathly Hallows was the end of Harry Potter’s story, the magic reignited through a play written by Jack Thorne by the name of Harry Potter and The Cursed Child. Honestly, though the play has been declared a hit the screenplay script has received mixed reviews for two major reasons: One. It isn’t Rowling’s style of writing. Two. Screenplay style of writing doesn’t grip the readers as much a full-fledged novel does.

As a die hard Potter fan (full credit to my sister Grishma who literally forced me to read the books), life became mundane and ordinary after the end of Harry Potter series. It was almost difficult to cope up with the fact that there won’t be any train journey to Hogwarts, field trips to Hogsmeade, commentary during Quidditch tournaments, misadventures at Ministry of Magic, knowing about troublesome characters and almost living in the magical world of Harry Potter. It totally felt like the Inception scenario where one wakes up to reality after a long dream. Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult to cope up with sadness surrounding the end of Magic. More than the story of Harry Potter, it is the concept of magic that has cast a powerful spell over children and adults alike.  Just as I thought The Cursed Child was the end, Rowling comes up as a screenplay writer with the cinematic version of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them.

To be honest, I did have some inhibition and hesitation regarding the same because the original book is more like an encyclopedia regarding weird animals and birds rather than the story of Newt Scamander. But all my reservations were destroyed after watching the movie. There’s so much more to know about magic outside Hogwarts in Great Britain. The setup of the movie premise in New York establishes the fact that Rowling has indeed charmed the Big Apple among the other parts of the world. Prequels are usually like the usual casino games where the probabilities of coming out victorious are 50-50. Movie makers hardly take chances to work on such projects unless the scripts are promising like Hobbit to LOTR or like Star Wars franchise. It is easy for me to deliver the verdict that Fantastic Beasts that is deemed as Harry Potter prequel has successfully reignited the magical world inside me. The characters of Newt, Tina, Queenie and Kowalski have been executed brilliantly. (Nopes. I am not giving out the plot details.)

Suddenly, a hell lot of expectations arise within me. With the news about Fantastic Beasts to be a 5 part movie franchise already confirmed, it is easy for me to expect detailed storyline of the characters before The Boy Who Lived such as Newt Scamander, Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore and family, Riddles, Lestranges, Malfoys, Potters, Blacks and so on. I also think that other books like The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Quidditch Through The Ages and not to mention History of Hogwarts could find ample screen time and space in this five part saga. Needless to say, my childhood has been revived again and Rowling has ignited the desire of magic not only inside me but also the beast that is in us.

Peace, Power and Power.


… When They Taught Me A Lesson About Life

First things, first. I would like to apologize to start my post with a cliché. By the end of the post, you may understand the reason behind it. So this is how it goes…

There are heroes, there are superheroes and then there is

A Team of ‘Special’ Legends!

We – the human race are quite brilliant. If determined, we can turn any kind of adversity into a blessing in disguise. But at the same time, we tend to let our successes go on top of our heads and wear it as a symbol of pride, arrogance and haughtiness. Most of us are lucky enough to have a pair of eyes that helps us see the world as it is, a pair of ears that helps us listen to every possible sound around us, vocal chords that helps us voice our opinions, a nose to smell the fragrances and aroma dangling around us and finally the sense of touch that helps us feel many emotions. Our sharp senses help us survive and do many things in life. With all these five senses we have the power to reach unimaginable heights! Lucky, aren’t we? Or should I say – Arrogant, aren’t we?

Imagine what would happen if we lose any of the above mentioned senses. C’mon! Close your eyes, now try to walk a mile or two without hesitation. Put earplugs inside your ears, try to figure out what’s happening around you. Put a duct tape on your mouth and try to communicate about anything without speaking a single word.

Ok. Let us forget about physical deformities for a moment. Let us think of some other examples. Many of us have gone through a hell lot of failures in our lives – failure to meet academic goals, failure in business/job, failure in love life, failure in relationships, failure in marriages, failure as parents. Any kind of inability that causes hindrance and hampers our progress in life doesn’t make us feel good.

It feels suffocating, right? Many kind of thoughts pile up in the mind – frustration, handicapped and even suicidal at an extreme level. What would you do if you suffered from any such disabilities? What would you if you encounter any of these failures. Let’s be honest, many of us would have simply given up or maybe curse our karmas, blame our parents for not taking care of us while we were fetuses. To add salt to their wounds, we would even address them and God with expletives for not killing us to end our miseries. Wow! This seems a brilliant idea – kill yourself and that will end the misery of yours as well as the people taking care of you. Is this it? Like seriously?

We are humans. We take pride in what we do. We are proud of our achievements. At times the success goes above our heads. We hate failure. It makes us feel miserable. We hate it when we are not able to achieve our targets. We get frustrated when things don’t go according to our plan. We curse ourselves for taking wrong decisions. We berate ourselves for our failures. We think that taking an extreme step can free us from our mental state of apathy and agony.

I request you to spare a moment and meet a team of ‘special’ legends before you lose your sanity to negativity.





Meet this bunch. Most of them can neither speak nor hear. Their fault? No idea. But that doesn’t stop them from pursuing their dreams. They manage to communicate through a different medium. They sketch, they act, they dance. They never let their disabilities cause hindrance to their progress. They live their lives normally. They do their chores, some of them even work at banks and offices as computer operators and accountants.

I learnt quite a few lessons about life from them. When life throws you lemons, take a pinch of salt and prepare a lemonade for yourself. Nothing is impossible to achieve with the help of determination, dedication and devotion. And lastly, I learnt that if the experience with them cannot inspire me to live life then maybe nothing else can. They deserve to be my heroes – our superheroes.

Peace, Poetry and Power.


After All This Time? Always.


(Important note: I hold no copyrights over the images used in this post. They are used for representation purpose only.)

It has been a long time since I wrote another post that could touch my heart as well as yours. But nothing compelled me to write more than the news related to the death of Alan Rickman. Now many of you, my fellow friends, would be wondering who the heck was this person. But there is no need for introduction to the fans of Harry Potter series. This man immortalized the character of Severus Snape by beautifully portraying it onscreen. While the author J.K. Rowling has already won the accolades for her magical series, it was he who popularized the character of Snape. I am sure many will agree to my point that nobody, I mean nobody, could have essayed the role on 70mm better than him. This image may help the non-Harry-Potter followers to understand Snape in a better way.


It is said that one does not understand the value of what they have until they lose it. Nobody understands the pain until one feels it. I experienced the pain, few years ago, when the author released her final book Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. The pain of losing Snape. And today, I go through the same pain when the world talks of Alan’s death. It was Alan who made Snape from being the most hated guy to the most respected hero. With due respect to Rowling for her books, it was Alan who taught me and the Potter fans the true meaning of love. He taught all of us about selfless love. He taught us about protection. He taught us about fighting the wrongs. He taught us about dedication, determination and devotion towards the duty of safeguarding the interests of the people we love. He taught us about turning to evil for the good to win. Alan left a deep imprint in the minds of all through his exquisite portrayal of Severus Snape.

The images of Snape still run vividly in my mind, from protecting Harry throughout The Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone, The Chamber of SecretsThe Prisoner of Azkaban, The Goblet of Fire and The Order of Phoenix to revealing his identity of being The Half Blood Prince and successfully completing his mission by sacrificing his life in The Deathly Hallows. All of these would have made little sense had Alan not played the role of Severus Snape. The image of Alan as Snape hugging the dead body of Lily, the woman he loved wholeheartedly still brings tears to the eyes of Potter fans. The outrage he displays after Dumbledore asks Snape to kill him and orchestrate the death of Harry will remain the scene of the Harry Potter movie franchise. The arrogant Potions teacher who always craved to teach Defense Against Dark Arts, every single scene will remain etched in the memories forever. But there’s one scene that stands out the most; the one in which his Patronus is a doe i.e. same as Lily’s Patronus.

No doubt, Alan may have acted brilliantly in movies like Die Hard and Robin Hood, but it was the role of Severus Snape that gave him worldwide recognition. Alan’s name remains as invincible as Hogwarts School of Magic.

Today, as he enters the gate of Heaven, God may ask him, “What makes you deserve a stay in heaven?” He can proudly proclaim, “I taught Your Children the true meaning of Love by playing the role of Severus Snape.” Thank you Alan for teaching us the meaning of unconditional love. Of course, Rowling may have scripted the role of Snape but nobody could have played it so effortlessly as you did.

Right now, many of my readers would be wondering, how come I am remembering Alan Rickman now. After all this time? In his Severus Snape styled mimicry I would like to reply, “ALWAYS.”


RIP ALAN ‘SEVERUS SNAPE’ RICKMAN. May your soul rest in peace for now, ALWAYS and forever.

Peace, Poetry and Power.

A Token of Gratitude

Another day gets over. Another number gets added to my age. There have been moments of all sorts in these 31 years. The moments worth remembering have turned into memories and the forgettable ones have turned into lessons. This journey has been a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs like an ECG machine. It reminds me one of the quotes by Ratan Tata that says, “Ups and downs in life are very important to keep us going, because a straight line even in an ECG means we are not alive.”

I can speak a lot about the phases of my journey like (i) from a child to a man (ii) from a student to a guide (iii) from a businessman to a writer. But all these stories don’t make sense without the people who have made my present by healing my past and building my future. They represent in the form of my family, my cousins and my friends.

I have had a good share of bouquets and brickbats in this journey. I have been blessed to be the child of wonderful parents; a friend, philosopher, guide to a naughty sibling. I have the best of teachers to quench my thirst for knowledge. I have a wonderful set of friends who laugh with me and laugh at me. There have been times when I have misjudged people, sometimes by mistrusting the trusted ones and sometimes by trusting the wrong ones. There have been people who continue contributing to my success,  upping my ante during my failures. My circle has shrunk to quite a level with many pulling up a disappearing act like magicians and many alienating themselves for reasons best known to them. But, there’s a feeling of elation within me to be in the company of the ones who choose to stand by me without any terms and conditions.

The trustworthy ones continue to fill colors in my life’s portrait. The fair-weathered ones have passed me wisdom by unknowingly teaching me lessons. Overall, these 31 years have been memorable till now. Given the current scenario and lifestyle, an average life expectancy rate of any person is about 50 to 60 years. Assuming that my journey has already reached the half way point, I am sure the next odd 20-30 years of this journey too will be entertaining.

It would be wrong of me to forget my wellwishers, likers and followers on social media who have waited for my short stories on instagram or looked forward to my 11.11 wishes on snapchat. Your contribution has been immense in moulding my personality.

Your best wishes on my birthday have brought a wide smile on my face. Please do not consider this just a random post that says “Thank you for all your lovely wishes.”

Consider this as A Token of Gratitude for taking out some time from your busy schedule to remember me. I feel blessed by your gesture. Keep showering your affections on me as you have always done.

Peace, Poetry and Power.