Beyond cute

What is it about them that melts us every single time? Even the most time hardened, self-proclaimed unemotional folks.


Though of course, I believe they are fun as long as they are not yours ;)

While we are on this topic, there is one interesting aspect that amazes me about people these days. I know of many couples who insist on having biological kids of their own rather than adopting someone who equally, if not more, deserves a home. Nothing wrong with it in absolute terms, but it does blow on the face of the charade that they put up about “love”.

Worse are those who chant about adopting a kid before marriage and make a u-turn afterwards. A mother, that is if you really have the potential, shouldn’t differentiate whether her child comes from her womb or someone else’s.

I am given to understand that this is an extreme stand on a sensitive issue and it may offend a lot of people ( my parents are, everytime we talk about it ). But I rather be unbalanced and blunt than stable and toothless. This is what I believe and am going to follow it myself even if marriage doesn’t come along – which is the most probable scenario.

Or, if I find myself incapable of raising a child myself, why waste anyone’s life?

There. I said it.

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PS- wrote this after reading a heart wrenching article on children in Gaza. Explains the over-the-top reaction, doesn’t it?


When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange — my youth.
— Sara Teasdale

Be rather dead and, reborn and toilet brush instead !

Till that happens, and if at all it does, lets just continue living on our terms shall we?

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As a former practising student of science, one can not believe in fate. There are ,however, things which are inexplicable by the current body of knowledge. But I don’t see how my abdication of scientific spirit, which is all what science is about, is going to help.

My refusal to do so might :)

With that backdrop, I believe am on for some major changes in the way I look at things. Philosophy, as others might call it. But is it really possible? Can we really choose a certain way of being?

True, it happens involuntarily for most- if not all. They are shaped by whatever hits them, and nobody seems to notice the forces at work. But I have read in so many books that people chose to be something, practised it and finally…got close to what they wanted to be. MK Gandhi did that between being thrown out of that train in South Africa and the day he died. He turned ok, didn’t he?

There is one other reason why I must do so. I am not at peace with what I have in my bag- my past. Am not unhappy, or unsatisfied. But in some sense, peace is a different thing altogether and am lucky enough to know the difference. In the opinion a friend of mine who teaches psychology, I have no unresolved issues. True.

But I must see test my limits, if there are any.

So, there are some models that I have in mind based on my readings over the years. I haven’t read enough, but we can’t wait for that to change ( what is enough anyway ). There is a window of change that is open only till you are uncomfortable and foolish ( roger that! ). So… Now.

I am not sure if this is going to work though. Actually, there is a slim chance that it will. But we must try anyway.

Hint :

“I swear by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.”- John Galt, Atlas Shrugged


OK. So I admit am socially-handicapped. I can not handle twitter, and I failed miserably with Facebook as well. Yeah. Twitter is over ;)

I like to think I am good with new technology but maybe there is a distinction between appreciating technology (and its products), and actually using it for… don’t know…rest of your life :D. I do miss knowing about some of the friends from blog ( their days and lives in addition to their scribblings on blogspace ) and otherwise. But I guess, that is the price you pay for being socially-challenged. Pity.

That apart, things are getting interesting. I work hard for 6 and half days- study, work out, sleep, eat clean and..repeat. For the half day that I have for “miscellaneous”, I explore whatever bit of Delhi I can. And it turns out, I really never looked at the city as I do now.

Neat routine, right? Routine, yet not a routine. But I have to work on stretching my study hours, and on optimising my diet with the money I have ( which is not very much ).

This is fun.



Barbarus hic ego sum, qui non intelligor illis. – Jean-Jacques Rousseau quoting Ovid in his essay


( Here I am, a barbarian, because men understand me not. )

Was reading up some World History, and this is what He wrote in his famous ” Discourse on the arts and sciences “. How simplistic, yet relevant, even after two and half centuries.

Feeling relieved actually ;)