I Read My First Roald Dahl Book today…

…and I am 31 years old! 🙂

So today was such a boring day at office; or should I say a boring day of existence? I walked for a long time around the office campus and then I went to a little gift shop that is within my campus. The shop also houses a very small collection of books and that is the only reason I go there at times. I was carelessly browsing the books as I was teetering on the cliff of boredom and frustration when I got sight of Roald Dahl’s Matilda. I have watched Matilda as a movie many years ago, but had never read it, nor have I read any of Roald Dahl’s books. I have picked up some of his books in many bookshops over the years, but as we are living in the age of are-you-sneezing?-you-offend-me, somehow I too was bitten by this “offending” bug. I was offended whenever a Roald Dahl’s book proudly proclaimed that he was the “world’s number one storyteller.” “Hey, that award goes to Enid Blyton!” my inner child would often protest. “Surely, she is the world’s best storyteller! How dare they!” I was offended. I had always been offended when I read those words on a Roald Dahl book and I never bought one. But today was different; I was too bored to be offended. And so I flipped open the book and started reading it. The book captivated me from the very first paragraph. It was so funny and I couldn’t put it down. This is how the book begins:

“It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.

Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, “Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!””

And the book goes on this way. It made me laugh and for some strange reason made my eyes moist at times and it was all around a fantastic read. I finished the whole book off in almost a single sitting. I can’t wait to get my hands on more RD books 🙂

My Date with Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz

I came from home from work early yesterday because of a personal problem and I started watching TV. I was watching the second or third episode of the eighth season of Big Bang theory, and in that episode, Sheldon asks Howard to name a mathematician/physicist after whose name a cookie brand exists. The answer is Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz — a 17th century German.  I didn’t think much of it yesterday, but today, I missed work and went to a library. I climbed to the third floor, only because the third floor housed the computer science section, and as I was running through the books, I came across non-computer science books and I discovered that the third floor also housed books on philosophy. And one of the very first books I saw had the word “Leibniz” written on bold letters. “Is this the same Leibniz?” I asked myself. “Wasn’t he a physicist or mathematician? What’s he doing under Philosophy?” I took the book in one hand and started googling on my phone on the other hand. Turns out, Leibniz was a  physicist, mathematician, and a philosopher. That was a strange coincidence — to have a book of a guy you just heard about for the very first time in your life just the previous day. I wasn’t really in the mood for serious reading and I put back the book after reading the first few pages. But the day hasn’t ended yet and I am watching video after video of him on YouTube.

Mr.Leibniz, you are a really interesting person and we have a lot to talk.

The Elements of Earth and Wind

The Wind element came out of nowhere. It had been in existence for as long as it could remember. But that’s true for any element that’s out there. Sometimes the Wind wondered what it was even doing, but it continued its existence as it couldn’t think of an alternative. The Wind blew hard, the Wind blew low, the Wind went cold, the Wind went hot, and sometimes the Wind just wasn’t there even though it was. What is it that the Wind is doing? It was tired, and it wanted to rest. But rest, it didn’t get. Why? Because it’s the Wind, silly. But the Wind is tired. Yes, but it is also the Wind. Sometimes, the Wind would look up at the Sky and marvel at its vastness and beauty. “Why can’t I be the Sky?” The Wind would ask often. “At least, why can’t I fly up to the Sky?” The Wind persisted. “I feel trapped.”
Sometimes the Wind would look at the Fire element, “He’s hot!” The Wind would say. Yes, but there’s Fire in the Wind as well. The Wind didn’t disagree. “I am just not feeling it right now,” he would say sometimes. “All I want to do is go down somewhere nice and easy and rest.” But didn’t the Wind want to rise up and touch the Sky? Or be the Sky? “Yeah,” replied the Wind, “But I also want to rest.” You can’t have both. “Yes, I can.” The Sky is up and you want to go down, where’s the logic in that? “I don’t need logic,” said the Wind mindlessly. “I can do both.” Oh, you silly element, I now feel sad for you.

And then one day, as the Sun was rising in the East, the Wind came across a beautiful hill. Wind always loved hills and so it climbed itself up and rode down the hill as fast as it could. The other side was a flat plain and Wind continued its march through the plains. It felt good. There was something about those plains and the hill that caught the Wind’s attention. “What is it that I am sensing?” Wind wondered, but it just wasn’t sure what it was sensing. The Wind turned around and blew hard over the hill and the plains. It felt good again. But element Earth just didn’t care. It just stayed there — rock-solid — as it has always been and minded its own business. Wind sensed something in Earth that it had never sensed before. There was an aura of enigma all over those plains and hill. Mother Earth looked tough, and kind; she could punish, but also love; she was young, but possessed the power of a guardian angel of yore. “How could she be all this at the same time?” the Wind asked out loud. Rooted in reality, capable of absorbing and enveloping turmoils and havocs, even those caused by Fire, Earth looked calm and composed. Wind couldn’t contain itself and did what it knows best to do — it blew hard and strong. But this is Earth we are talking about — not the clouds in the Sky, trees on a hill, or boats on the sea. Earth took its own time, for it had all the time in the World, and looked at the Wind nonchalantly. But that one look was enough to make the Wind move hard with excitement.

“You rock!” cried out the Wind down to Earth.

“Yeah, some people think that I am one big piece of rock,” Earth retorted.

“No, no, that is not what I meant,” shouted back the Wind. Earth perfectly understood what Wind had meant, but she liked having things her way.

“Can we be friends?” asked the Wind with a big, wide, stupid grin.


“Cool!” the Wind beamed all over and began to move hard. “You know, Earth, we can fly up, up, and above and touch the Sky!”

“You and me?” asked Earth, unimpressed.

“Yeah!” came down an enthusiastic reply.

“Are you serious?” asked Earth. “You do know that we just can’t climb up together, right? I mean I am Earth and you are Wind and there’s that Sky above. How is this even possible?”

“Belief is the foundation of every single endeavour!”

“Mmmmmmmm that sounds grand,” said Earth casually. “But those are just words.”

“We can do this!”

“Why don’t you come down and take a closer look?” said Earth beginning to doubt the sanity of Wind.

Wind flew down gleefully and began to float as close to Earth as possible.

“So what are you doing right now?” asked Earth.

“We are moving together!” said Wind. “I felt such a great pull as I came down and I am raring to fly up again with you.”

“Sweety, that pull is called gravity and no, we’re not moving together,” said Earth.

“But why?” asked Wind slowing down now.

“Because I am supposed to stay here, silly,” said Earth impatiently.

“But I like you,” came a dejected voice.


“We can fly high in the Sky.”

“You need to understand that those are not the type of games that we should be playing. You do what you do and I’ll do what I do,” said Earth.

“But that could be boring,” said Wind. “I’ve been doing this all my life.”

“Look at the reality!” shouted Earth impatiently.

And in this way, both Wind and Earth started conversing — a conversation that lasted more than a 100 years.


Meanwhile, up in the Heavens, an old man with a long silvery beard and a flashing white robe sat deep in thought.

“Lord God, Creator of Heaven, Hell, Earth, and the Universe, I bow dow-”

“Stop with the formalities and get to the point, Marvin” thundered God.

Marvin, a middle-aged little man, looked up at God nervously. He was supposed to be the next great Messenger to preach a brand new religion over which at lease five crusade wars were to take place.

“Lord God, I hear that this argument between Earth and Wind is still ongoing?”

“I know.”

“Yes All-Knowing Father, but at what point is this going to end?” asked Marvin the Messenger helplessly. “The elements can’t have talk of such nature. All of Creation has come to a stand-still, my Lord.”

“I have run out of patience. This Earth and this Wind — I have to do something about them,” said God highly irritated. “When I gave them a bit of free will, I didn’t expect them to use it all in this silly conversation! All they do is talk and talk and talk and talk!”

“Please do something, Lord God.”

A sudden explosion of light occurs as God snaps his fingers.

The spirit that was Wind is cast away and another spirit takes his place, the spirit that was Earth is replaced by another. These cast-away mighty spirits move through and all around the planet in three great circles and finally take human forms.


A tall, bespectacled boy looked at his companion who was sitting across him at a table in their office cafeteria.

“Did you watch the latest Element Wars Episode 12 The Earth Awakens movie?” asked the boy.

“Yeah, I actually watched it because you kept yammering about how awesome it is,” said the girl.

“You must have enjoyed it,” said the boy smiling.

“It was boring as hell,” said the girl looking at him straight in the eye. “I hated it.”

“What? How could you?” asked the boy shocked and dismayed. “That’s like the best movie ever made in the history of movies.”

“If that’s what you think, then I think you need to watch better movies,” she said getting ready for a challenge.

“Oh yeah?”



High up above in the heavens, God sat gritting his teeth, as the two of his people, who were supposed to help Marvin the Messenger spread his new religion, got ready for a brand new argument.

2017 — A Review

I wish you, yes, YOU, a Happy New Year 2018! 🙂

I never wrote a review for 2016 as I am still trying to come to terms with what it was all about. But this is about 2017 and so let’s get on with it.

2017 began with me getting into a new project at a location that I was most familiar with. I used to love that place and would go for long walks all along the office campus. But this time it was different. I was kind of feeling that it was going to be a bit nostalgic and thought about the happy memories that that place had given me, but my experience there was different and I really didn’t feel a thing there. I just couldn’t connect with that place anymore. I came to the conclusion that it was because of my missing old colleagues. I was alone most of the time; I didn’t connect with anyone really and spent most of my free time (which was a lot) roaming around the campus all alone. This was how I had been spending my time in my previous project as well. I was recruited to be part of that project for a role which never materialized. And so I spent about three months sitting idle before getting released. So for a period of about 10 months, spread across both 2016 and 2017, I was roaming around all alone and aimless. Adding to this, I hated my management in the new project. They did give me some work now and then, but it was usually some boring stuff that I loathed to do and I rapidly started losing my attention and interest on everything. I think this sudden change in my day-to-day activities after about 8 years of familiarity and stability affected me at some level. There were other factors as well, but I’d rather not talk about them. I became depressed.

The year began on an ordinary note and took a turn for the worse. Was I scared? Nope. I just lost all feelings. How can I be scared when I am unable to feel? But I felt uncomfortable about the whole thing, so uncomfortable. And so the year rolled by in this manner. I knew that I was low on energy and if I had any chance for restoring myself, I had to increase my energy levels; yoga was the only medicine that I could think of. So I started learning yoga and I was right. I began to feel more energetic and strong. At the same time, with the help of a good friend of mine, I had the chance to move to a different project. This new project and the new friends I am making here is helping me so much. The year has ended on a high note. But of course, all is not 100% well. My inner demons rise up and bring me down at times and I am heavily relying on so many external factors to fight these demons. My mind aides me on so many things, and it is also my greatest enemy. I need to subdue him and bring him under my control, or at least make friends with him for sometime.

I am thankful to my Guru and God for all the help that I am receiving right now and for the great friendship that I have developed with a great person. Thank you, my Guru. Thank you, God.

When Maya calls

Yesterday was a beautiful day. I went to the Star Mark bookshop to buy a gift for a friend of mine. I bought Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology and after paying for it, I stood in a mini queue to get the book gift-wrapped. The guy standing before me was often turning around to keep an eye on his little girl who was about five or six years old. The queue moved a little and I moved forward and stood in that guy’s position. That little girl came back to me and tugged at my left hand and said, “Daaaddy, I want that booook.” I was pleasantly surprised at this sudden promotion, and patted that little girl’s head. She still didn’t look up to see that I wasn’t her dad. The guy before me turned around and gave me and his daughter a stern look.

“Maya, that is NOT your dad!” The guy huffed. “Your dad is here.”

The little girl looked up at me to see me smiling down at her and she quickly left my hand and ran to her daddy. I laughed out loud and startled a girl nearby who gave me a quizzical look.

The little girl’s name was Maya. It was kind of strange to know that Maya was pulling at me to carry out her wishes. We all are pulled by her in various directions in this life of ours, and only a couple of days back, I was telling a very close friend of mine that Life is Maya! I couldn’t help but notice this little coincidence. When was the last time I said that to anyone? I can’t remember. I don’t think I said that to anyone as far as I can remember.

Anyway, I don’t mind bending to Maya’s wishes if she is that little girl asking for a book. How can anyone say no to that?

I noticed that the father was actually buying a children’s book and I was curious to know if his daughter could read that.

“She reads those books?” I asked him.

“She doesn’t yet. I read those books to her,” he said with a smile.

“You should read out Enid Blyton books to her,” I suggested.

“Yeah, I am thinking of buying her these 5 O’ Clock tales sometime next year.”

“Yes that would be a good choice for her age. I don’t think she is ready for Famous Five yet,” I said.

“Yeah, Famous Five, Five Find-Outers, St.Clares’ — good memories those were,” the father started recollecting. “Cherry Tree farm, Willow tree series….”

“Green meadow family,” I added a book to his recollection.

“Yeah, Green meadow family,” he smiled at me. “It was nice bumping into you.”

“I am glad that we met too,” I said, grinning ear to ear to find a fellow Blyton fan.

The World Is Calling Me

I seem to be in a new phase in my life. Or maybe I am in the same phase I was in a few years ago before I fell into period of low energy. It looks like I am on the cusp of something new, or maybe it is just a brand new illusion. Life is an illusion. It gives us hope, it takes away hope, it moves us to top and brings us to bottom. I am not quite sure what is happening right now, but it is a lot better than the past couple of years. I was depressed about a lot of things, but now hope and energy is flowing through me. Not everything is great though. Earlier, I used to be the King of the world on Mondays, a hopeless beggar on Tuesdays, a radiant sun on Wednesdays, the filth at the bottom of a worn-out boot on Thursdays, but now I am going through these mood swings on a single day. I am a giant to walk among men by Morning, a bit suicidal by noon, and back to my royal self by evening. I am not quite sure what is happening. Overall I seem to be battling my demons and winning, but they do come back and deliver nasty blows when I think of rejoicing my victories.

The World seems to be calling me back. “Hello, there! We could have so much fun! Why don’t you step right in? 🙂 🙂 🙂 ”

“But dear World, I know you and your tricks. You seduce me in, and right when I think I am stepping into a garden of roses, the green grass gives way to a deep chasm of darkness.”

“Hmmmm. That sounds like an accurate description,” mutters the World. “But tell me then, boy. Why are you falling for it?”

“I am not falling for it.”

“Really?” says the World with a hint of menace. “Then why do you go down when you’re supposed to be up?”

“That is a good question,” I say, suddenly brooding at the truth in World’s words.

“I know that”, says the World gleefully. “I always ask the right questions.”

“Don’t you want to rule me?” asks the World innocently. “Think about it! You can be a King and tower over the rest. This is your time!”

“Well…,” I say thoughtfully. “All that sounds nice and fine. I would love that. But…”

“But what?”

“But, you are laying a trap for me, aren’t you?” I ask.

The glee disappears from World’s face. “No, I am not. Just think about all the happiness that you can have. Don’t you want that?”


“Then take my hand, come right in.”

I stand my ground.

“You need to take a decision now, my boy,” says the World impatiently. “Look at all that I have to offer. I can give you the greatness that you long for, vast riches, fame, love, and much more. There is nothing that I don’t have and you know it.”

“Yes, I am aware. I know what you are capable of.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” says the World impatiently.

“I don’t want to be part of this rat race,” I say.

“What if I give you something you want so badly?”

“Give it and I will see.”

“But what else are you going to do if you don’t want to be a part of me?” says the World.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

“You stand between what you want and the imaginary and think that somehow, magically, you will be happy,” smirks the World. “Am I wrong, little boy?”

“No,” comes out my voice feebly.

“Then come and take what you want.”

“You make it sound so easy,” I say. “I know for a fact that things are not easy.”

“You’re right. Life is not easy, life is unfair, I admit,” says the World. “But what else is there to do?”

“I don’t want pain.”

“You will find it even if you don’t take any action,” says the World. “I mean, aren’t you already experiencing some of it?”

The World is right. Unhappiness is banging at my gates and I am using all my energy to keep it out. I am strong right now and so I am able to fight with all my might, but I do know that one small little dent could take me down badly.


“What do you want of me?” I ask, exasperated.

What is it that I should do to get out of this madness?



Through a series of events, that started on a Piewdiepie YouTube video on this Friday night (day before yesterday), I ended up visiting a website. I bookmarked the site and visited it again yesterday, and as I browsed through this site I came across the word Pointillism for the first time in my life. Pointillism is a kind of art technique in which the artist creates images through a series of dots. That Piewdiepie video had absolutely nothing to do with Pointillism or any kind of art. Even the website had nothing to do with art, but just referenced this form of art as an example for something.

Today, just a few hours back, I was casually flipping through the pages of The Times of India and I learnt through an article that a rock art, 38,000 years old — the oldest rock art discovered till date — has images carved using the technique of Pointillism!  It was found in France, and until this discovery it was thought that Pointillism had its origin in the 19th century! Here’s a link to that. Wow! I felt a bit strange when I read this today. Why do these kind of strange coincidences happen in life? It is said that there are no coincidences and that everything happens for a reason. If that is the case, why did this little “insignificant” coincidence happened in my life? Obviously this is a major discovery for the person who did this, it is a major discovery for rock-art enthusiasts, archaeologists, and maybe many other art enthusiasts. But for me, personally, this is insignificant. Maybe I should just dismiss it and move on with my life, or maybe I should think that life is telling me something and I should try my hand at Pointillism, or maybe, it was me who made this art in a previous life and life is having a little fun with me. I don’t know.

Life is strange.