A day in my life....

We all look for acceptances...we want people to accept us as we are...we want people to believe in us in what we think and above all I'm what we believe in....its strange but we spend our lives looking for people who will give us all this...but we don't spend time I'm connecting with our own self. Our inner self of accepting our own insecurities...in a way we actually need people who will help us believe in our own selves...those are the people we should look for...because the result of what those people accomplish...can be validated by us...but if we merely rely on people who accept us...we may end up in believing in fake illusions ..which may just not be really accepting us...but merely giving that impression. When we do find people who help us believe in ourselves...over time it's not those people whom.we will look for...but maybe become one of them who makes others believe in who they are...

You are not what you think you are... you are just another bruise, just another scar Dont bask in the glory This is just a blip in your story You will fall and lose it all You will hit your face against the wall There are leaps and bounds to reach the star You are not what you think you are... Dont stop its not the end No!! you are not tired so dont pretend. These so called good days are not here to stay. This is just the start you got to go a long way Its not the end of the race Youve just finished a practice with a pathetic pace You are not what you think you are You are much more if you can reach that far...

When the year starts floating like a breeze and a song when moments look flashy and night doesn't take long when mornings look like just another phase when memory fails to recollect past days When thoughts start jumping from tasks to acts when emotions start limping with unknown facts when sense of self has vanished at infinity when personal shelf overflows beyond capacity it is then that time has lost its faith in you and your mind there is no wait that urge of being a part of the whole has sucked your life, has erased your soul...

So its time for the yearly wrap-up and re-visiting the story, not sure about resolutions though. 2015 was a year with lots of realisations and things that happened to me rather than me making them happen. It was like a lesson in life that helps u grow up and be strong. Unlike last years travel centric euphoria, 2015 had a mix of happiness and sadness. It started in the comforts of Hyatt where me and my wife had planned a day offsite within Bengaluru itself. A much needed break for both of us sitting by the window imagining what 2015 had to offer for us. And as the story unfolded many new facets of life were unraveled. Starting with my cousins wedding in Jan, i happened to travel to mumbai. Every family wedding has only strengthened my thought that Indian weddings are just an act of public acceptance, and less about the bride and groom. But i was happy that my brother found his life partner.   Cut to Second edition of Honeywell Design Challenge, the sheer anxiety o...

We all are fighting our own battles... Surpassing our own mountains... We need our sights through the focus of our light.. We need our way ...through the night and day We dont give into the battle Dont demean away our mettle We try not to resist....in the end we continue to exist Such is life.

We are all born alone...through the eternal silence of the womb to the noisy pandemonium of this world. It's surely not easy journey for human life to strive through the constant battle of survival not just through the means of the unknown but also through the social constructs built by humankind before us to help us guide through this world in a so called sane manner.. So we survive and outgrow with the constant feeds of social shocks to keep our so called ego struggling through the  web of cultural complexity of human kind. We get our identity...or maybe the one which we think is ours and try to stand by it to make our existence meaningful. But little do we imagine that most of what we have and what we have built in our damn small heads is the consistency of our flown down thought processes from the past. Who are we is then the question... Or maybe what are we...just humans in a part of a process that repeats itself over multiple lives...or are we really special after al...