A vent in the Delirium

This comes so sudden. Like something comes and hits you. You don't know how to react, maybe one will only realise it years past today. So many memories, beautiful moments, its like a million scenes rushing in every second. The night outs, the last bench, the "muflis casino", anandi, and almost every single moment of being together. Without him it's like losing a part of you. No game of cards, no night stay, no fun trip, no chicken will be complete. There would be no one craving for that cold drink with his chicken, no one shouting on losing or winning a game. Its impossible to imagine now. Everything will be incomplete, from the team for a pool game to the number of people for a movie. Worst part is that it wont be a perfect end but a hurried get together. To put in everything that will get affected, it will be our lives. It isn't an exaggeration to say that it would be so different without the carefree yet sensitive tall guy around you. I want to write so

When you think of it all that comes to mind are the positivism that it has to offer, but nothing in this world is pure white. The IT revolution has been far from white anyways. It's only a capitalist movement which is governed on the sole principle of profitism and all the good things branching from it are but only the by-products. The revolution didn't start out for the social good or for the general benefit of the masses, it was solely the attempt of a few individuals to start up an entrepreneurial venture in order to make some handsome bucks, riding on the wave rising from the developed west. They enjoy government perks and huge concessions in taxes for providing employment to thousands of young Indians. So our benefit is essentially being "sponsored" by the governments who don't quite have the framework in place to accommodate the thousands passing each year. What the IT industry has done best is at creating an infrastructure of cheap labour for the wes

Coming from me it might come across to be most ironical, but I see it as a solution to a lot of our problems (me included). But why not even once it has been given a casual thought, is because all the pundits want their children to have a lavish, cozy, risk-free life. Army life is tough, difficult, rough and governed by stringent rules. That kind of discipline in our lives could do wonder for the country. Compulsory service in the army would mean that every young individual would have to spend 2 years of his life serving his country in the purest of ways. That kind of sacrifice is necessary to re-instigate the lost patriotism into the youth. It would help young lads and lasses right after their school or graduation to get themselves accustomed to the hardship the life will offer in the future. I think the discipline imparted will massively improve the civilian behavior towards law of the land, cleanliness, and humility. But it would pose tremendous challenges as our so-called eg

There are times when you have a firm belief that you have gotten over something, and the moment is now a thing of past. Then from nowhere you see something that has the remotest of relation to the incident and the whole thing comes rushing back. Crystal clear just as if it was yesterday. You realise that all this while you were only running away from it, trying hard to get over, the belief that you were over it once and for all was a Pseudo-Belief. You think you are over your relation. You think you hate him/her. You get yourself to believe this and actually do; well for some time. You do so to satisfy your ego. The pride of having an upper hand and the one who has the ability of "Moving On". You are now someone who's least concerned and then you try to erase the person from your memory. From your mobile, from your virtual contacts, anywhere possible. You believe now you're over him/her but you are unable to take care of that little thing called MEMORIES . The me