Category Archives: scribbles

Women’s Day.

Thanks for everything, mother!

Though my memories fade by the day, I still remember the day from Std III/IV when you travelled by train and bus to my school to take me home a little earlier as there were no classes in the afternoon. I was so naive and busy playing with friends I shouted at you and you almost cried.

Decades later, though I never speak out, my heart bleeds if you forget to call me on my birthday. And each day I wish we could all return home, to you, and spend all our time together. Because everything I do today is just discipline and compulsion… it’s you who taught my heart to be wide and my mind to imagine and fly. I long to fly away one last time.

Education is not about being correct… one can memorise and do that; it’s about learning how to be correct.

Every time I return home life becomes simpler!

The greatest black magic there is to shut your mind from the entropy of people.

True freedom is a mind free of biases due to upbringing, environment and familiarity… the power to accept differences and variety… and the ability to apply it to differentiate the right from wrong.

Spending a lifetime with someone who doesn’t understand you; just because (s)he is from the other sex, is infinitely more abnormal than being with someone more compatible from the same sex.

The identity of a man is in his taste.

The last episode of Person of Interest is “return 0”. Isn’t that poetic?

Quality of life is measured by the control one has over the utilisation of one’s time.

People fantasize because reality is monotony.