Your kind of Monday 

Hey there, today is Monday and I’m ready to leave for work. You see Mondays are usually disliked by people around the world. This could be because the work starts again, a lot of us go back to the same old routine, that same familiar route, and the same desk.

The desk where you would sit hunched and stare at your laptop, some of you will code while some will make calls and others will switch between Excel sheet and word documents. But then again this is the life that we have made for ourselves. This is how we live, pretty much like Robots but we are aware of our likes and dislikes. However, we do little about it and back in time each one of us started with a dream, with a vision to do something.
I myself had thought that I’ll maybe do creative writing and work for National Geographic but my interests are dwindling and I did not take that path. A path that could have made me happy but was there any guarantee? No, there wasn’t and I kind of chickened out. And chose this life where I find myself behind a laptop made by Dell and if you were to see me you’d find me picking up the phone receiver made by a company called Beetel. Yes, I like to get into details and observe things closely.

So, I was telling you about Mondays and stuff. What made me write this post was the fact that after the weekly company meeting today everyone broke off and I saw groups forming like instantly and people were catching up and sharing lives. Some got busy with their laptops and were planning their days and as you can guess, I am sitting here looking at people and writing this post. I really don’t have anyone to talk to about my weekend and I actually like it this way.

And a few of you might be aware of the fact that I end my posts abruptly and before you start connecting the dots you’ll realize that I am actually done writing.

I’ll write here again one of these days. Ignore any mistakes that you may find.

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Woh Shaam

I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!

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Stories behind the photographs

So, they say that every photograph should tell a story and that it should talk or it should make one wonder. Now the thing is I like to get feedback from people who show interest in the photographs that I show to them, I like hearing their views and opinions and it also tells me who they are or what do they notice and prefer.

A lot of people, friends have told me and asked me to write something about every photograph that I showcase to the world. Keeping that in mind, from now on I am going to write something either about the photograph or how I took it. I now have two windows open- on one, I am writing this post and the other one has this photo (see below).

I randomly decided to take the camera to work with the hope that I might click something nice, so I mounted my favorite lens i.e. Nikon 50mm f1.8 and kept the camera in my bag.

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Today I was certain that during my small breaks I was going to use the camera and click some pictures and there was a phone lying next to the lens cap and I snapped a few shots. The picture below it is of the book which I started reading a day earlier, it’s called Blind Willow Sleeping Woman by Haruki Murakami. Now, everyone takes a picture where the book is in focus and everything is nice and visible so I though let’s blur our that part and focus on something else. Once I got back home, I uploaded the photographs on my laptop and started cleaning them up (like color adjustments, crop etc.) and these are one that I managed to take nicely.

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From now on with every photograph, I plan to write something.

Hope you enjoyed reading. Let me know and share your captures as well.

Weekends

Phew! It was a busy weekend. Nah! I wasn’t traveling or taking pictures but had a little bit of emergency here but since all of that is done now I thought how about I pay my blog a visit and write something, you know have a little conversation with people with whom I interact through comments?

So, for a long time I had been planning my weekends- I’d do this and that and this. Well, this time, I thought of trying Netflix (they give one month free in the start) and wanted to catch up on so many shows, one being House of Cards but that couldn’t happen.

Also, I have decided to spend a minimum amount of my time on internet because of the undeniable fact that it is sheer wastage of time and makes you feel bad. More time shall go in reading books, writing stories, practicing calligraphy and also meeting people. People from Delhi here? How about a meet?
Now, before it gets too random I am gonna take my leave and get back to sorting things. Also, time to go offline and live.

And yes, how have you been?

 

 

Kaafi arse se

I’ve always loved urdu/hindi poetry but never wrote much. This is where I wrote a certain thing and I’m sharing the same with you. Tell me if you share the same interest 🙂 

We complete 2 years

I just remembered that 2 years ago on this same date I started this blog. I wrote a post last year but that was kind of planned, unlike this one. Well, I have read great things here and talked to even more awesome people. I haven’t been really active on the blog but I try and post once in a while and as a result, I have lost many people who used to be the regular readers.

If you are still reading this post, then I’d like to connect back with you and read what you have to offer. I’d also like to meet people who are from Delhi, let me know and we can explore that thing as well. 🙂

I’d also like to thank you all for reading my posts and telling me what you think about them. It has been a great journey and will be even better. I am also thanking people who have subscribed via email and read but never comment/interact. I’d like to read your opinions as well, so leave me a comment once in a while.

Thank You 🙂

That call

None of them believed me, for the thing I told them was of a very strange nature. Most of the people would have never heard such a thing and imagining it was beyond the capability of many. After I was done speaking, I realized my throat was dry and the strange silence had enveloped us all. Suddenly the telephone rang and broke the silence and the occupants of the room looked at each other with puzzled looks wondering who would be calling at this odd hour.

Mr. Anderson finally got up from his comfortable leather chair and picked up the phone, relieving us of the terrible sound. He said ‘Hello’, and then exclaimed how could this be possible? I soon realized that he wasn’t talking to the caller but to all of us in the room.

Things were beyond the level of my belief, the confusion was now overwhelming and the face of Mr. Anderson told another story which we all were guessing now. I could now see the tension and the fear building up amongst the occupants and realized that I wasn’t only one afraid in the room. This thought was both comforting and scary in a way.

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Hits you at the strange time

These days I’ve been looking for inspiration everywhere. I would walk to work and think and wait for some inspiration to hit me but that didn’t really happen.
So this morning I’m walking to office and as I’m about to enter the building I look up and I see this eagle circling just above the building. And that was enough to give me this idea to write something on it, wasn’t exceptional though but it counts. So, I went upstairs and took my pen and found a page and wrote whatever I had in mind. I’ll work on it and might upload it here.

What about you? Did anything similar happened to you recently or ever?

Can’t teach

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I haven’t written for a long time. A little note I wrote which might make sense. The key word here is might. Anyway let me know. And I hope you all have been great, let me know.

Duty Calls- Short story Part 1

This morning he was sitting in his jeep outside the government hospital. He had parked under a tree beside the gate, a few steps away from the bus stop where in every 5 minutes a bus came and a hoard deboarded the bus. A few went into the hospital while others rushed towards the metro station, he saw all those people but did not focus on anyone particular. He was just seeing a group of people moving from one place to another, in the distance, an auto waited for the customers in front of the gate. He thought how he is to stand right there, wondering what would happen if an ambulance was to come, or someone who had a heart attack was rushed in through the gate. He sure was unaware that he could be the reason of someone’s death and the worst part was he might not realize that and would do the same thing again.

He knew that he was losing his focus and was instead looking at people, complete strangers, auto-wallahs who came and stopped and looked for customers followed by a bus. He looked in the rearview mirror of his jeep and saw his sweaty and a tired face, then he looked at his uniform which he didn’t get time to change for three days because this investigation was sure a different and a difficult one. He looked around, checked his dying phone and decided to step out of the car and stretch and have a cup of tea. He thought he deserved a cup now, at least.

He locked the jeep and walked and told the auto-wallah to move and not obstruct the gate. He ordered tea and a cigarette, asked for a Gold Flake and lit it, a few puffs and he realized that this was stupid of him, to smoke near the hospital. Before throwing it, he took one long puff and held the smoke in while his lungs burned. He threw and squashed the cigarette under his brown shiny shoes, he wondered how come his shoes were still so clean. He had taken a few sips when he got a call on his phone, he took the call and got to know that the suspect has left the hospital and entered the metro station. He was also asked if he saw him, he took a gulp and said ‘I think I did’, he had to lie.

He threw a fifty rupee note at the chai-wallah and ran towards the metro station. At entering the stations, he saw a long queue and started wondering that the suspect could be anywhere, he could have already boarded a train. He felt useless and irritated but tried to take control of the situation by taking deep breaths. He had heard somewhere that it helped in situations like these.

He came back to the jeep and took three long breaths before finally calling his senior on the phone and telling him that he lost him in the crowd. He turned the key and the engine came to life but he stepped out of the car and went to chai-wallah and asked him for the change before finally leaving to the police station.


Note: I might write a second part of this with a different perspective very soon. Let me know your views about this. Thanks!