Raghu

Someone asked me, why do I write? May be when I set out to fill an empty page, I assume that the words I write will have some value, that my thoughts will move the readers from one paragraph to the next, and keep them coming back to this page. How presumptuous is this? What leads me to imagine that my thoughts and experiences are worth your time you spend on this page? I did start out writing with a purpose of having some kind of fun and exploring more into me and what I can do with the elementary knowledge I have. So with this very assumption I will set out and write & read regularly to delve more into my thought process and thereby try better myself as a human being!!!

It was raining little bit today all through and it felt very nice…morning while coming home and later while going to office. How many time do we enjoy the rains, get drenched, go for a drive on a bike in rain, have a cup of hot tea on road side shop while it still raining, having corn, hot mirchi... and the list will go on. Surely everyone will have their personal favorites…mine happen to be 2 which crossed my mind while travelling today. Yes, both of them happened while travelling and when it was raining. I would call them and still recollect them as ‘Strange’ because I would not have reacted in the similar fashion if the same thing happened again. Very convenient to say so but our reactions do vary each time to the same kind of situation. Now coming to the first one… I was going home from a office party nicely dressed up, on the way it started raining – you can say pouring down heavily. As usual got stuck in a traffic jam over Ramakrishna Puram Bridge. I stopped behind a bus and was ...

What a friend what a Pal, Only Now I could see all your plans and dreams for me, I never knew what a Mothe r goes through and there is nothing that you didn’t do. I Love my cradle days and I need you always, Since I was a baby upon your knees, You sacrificed everything for me. I Stole the Gold from your hair, and I put a silver thread there, I do not know any way I could ever repay and l love my cradle days. Greatest friend dearest Pal, It was me who caused you every sorrow and hard day you ever knew, Your face so fair I have wrinkled with care, I placed every line that is there. I Love my cradle days and I need you always, Since I was a baby upon your knees, You sacrificed everything for me.

Long Long Ago I had a girl friend named “ Tatiana Romanova ” who said " From Russia with Love ". We had some great times and we did go around places having lot of fun and enjoying our spoils, literally we two had a ball, I mean " Thunder ball ". One day she asked me what is that you like in me so much, I said your “ Golden Eye ". Just with the same amount of admiration and love, I asked her what is it you like about me, she said Your “ Gold finger " and she laughed out loud (Naughty to the core I tell you!!!). Then, we thought we should take this to the next level by bidding good bye to the "Gold" thing, and we gifted each other Diamond Rings and said "Diamonds Are Forever". Just when you think every thing is going on smoothly and every thing happening around you is just " For Your Eyes Only ", comes a unwilling turn to your life. Then came another Man: " The Man with the Golden Gun ". The name of this man was "...

Long long ago someone wrote a book called “A monk who sold his Ferrari”. A few years later my sister gifts me the same book and accounts for some good reading that I have ever done earlier. Now keeping aside the story of who sold and who bought the Ferrari, I just like a Ferrari fan buy a F1 car……Now wait that is not the Original one though ….I am not that rich yet. I bought a scale down model and fully functional one. The kid in me just woke up again seeing the car in the store and never ever excited as much as I know myself. Few days later all excited I drive it all around the house and excited about speed. My dad tries a hand at driving it and in that process breaks the tail section of the car…..My heart just breaks!!!!! Though only a little, but seeing it broken is really hard to bear. Then at that moment I felt I should write something on this with title “The Dad who broke my Ferrari”. Then I decide now I will buy a new one and use it only for display and never ever let anyone han...