Think small – Little things should matter more.

You may be the CEO of a multinational corporation, Captain of the Indian Cricket Team, owner of a Tapri or a bank manager,irrespective of the title or profile; I think everyone has got a certain set of beliefs/principles which keeps them going in life. Some are driven by monetary gain, a few are pumped by intellect. For me, it’s the small little things that matter the most and inspire me to achieve something meaningful.

I’ve never been driven by technology or fascinated with cars, luxury Hotels and penthouses. Words have always been a greater force than numbers for me; and it will continue to be. I can’t recollect an instance where people have remembered a stat for decades; whereas words have been. Most of us assume that data is money; which is partly true. But I’d say an idea or the raw emotion/thought expressed from the gut is the real gold. Technologies will come and go. Your creative instincts sustain.

I don’t want to be friends with rich brats or political forces to succeed in life. And yes I hate people without substance; especially at work. Fakles (Fake people) are the biggest turn off. People not being passionate about their work,yet faking it to climb the corporate ladder, without having an iota of motivation, shallow yet keeping a chin full of farzi pride for no rhyme are the ones that disappoint me the most. Trust me, I have seen a lot of those.

Ab to ek Jhalak mein pehchaan ke dooriyaan barkarar ho jati hai automatically. The problem with them is they think too big and end up achieving nothing except false identity/ ego and some money maybe. Enough of gyaanbazzi. I think I do possess some zeal in my eyes. Jazba hai dost, shayad dikhega nahi. Thanks to my oriental features !

Certificates/ degrees are not too significant to me. Pat on the back from someone special means the world to me. I HATE collecting trophies or books for that matter. I don’t want to build a library and display my knowledge to pump my ego. Rather, I’d share them with people spreading more knowledge. That’s wisdom.

Things like being close to just 2-3 people who could do anything for you, having people in your life who could read you any point of time, people with whom you need not think twice before cracking the lamest of the jokes, people whom you don’t address with their first/last name, people whose names are saved weirdly in your contacts; are the one’s that matter the most. Trust me, if you have them; half your life is sorted. It’s a luxury.

Ah! The smell of a new book, a thoughtful non-materialistic gift (gifted randomly), Biryani being served, watching Cricket endlessly, seeing your parents proud and the love in your begum’s eyes -I don’t think there can be greater driving forces in anyone’s life. Little things like these set the tonality of your bigger goals.

Start finding solace in them, you can do well. I am no preacher.Everyone has to figure out their own funda. But when I retrospect the downs and ups in my life so far, I feel this should be the way. It has worked for me.

-> It’s never about going to 7 stars for brunches. Sandwich and parantha dates at Metros have been the best one’s till date.

->It’s never about clubbing. It’s always about the best of the cafes and bookstores.


->It’s never about Football (except Arsenal)/ Basketball and keeping it up with peers. It’s always about Cricket. I love it like crazy.

->It’s never about holidaying in Swiss. It’s always been about dreaming to go to Lord’s and witness Kohli play. (Mera bas chale to Honeymoon bhi Bhutan mein manau. But for that to happen, I should be alive. I am darn sure that Begum would kill me if I don’t take her to some place exotic. Bhutan is fine for trekking later but not for honeymoon – as per her.)

->It’s never about too much money. It’s all about vivid encounters with crazy people.

->It’s never about those high rise views. It’s all about petting a pup ( Long distant dream. Mommy can only keep him or me) and a peaceful potty on your warm commode in the place you called Home.

Most importantly, it is about making a difference to yourself; not others. If you are not outgrowing yourself, you aren’t moving the motor of your own leanings.

One such instance happened recently, when my rant against Cricinfo’s new website layout was acknowledged and I hope some changes are acted upon it.The whole point I cried and made a hoo-halla was because of the fact that it mattered something to me. I have grown up idolizing that website and trust me it’s the first thing in the morning I look up to. I could have moved onto Cricbuzz easily. A hit less on their website shouldn’t have mattered it to them.I raised my voice because I saw a part of my childhood being taken away from me. I had a lot of memories and emotions attached to it and I just couldn’t let it die in front of my eyes. You can call me a selfish asshole but I’d say I’m an objectivist. So, should everyone be,ideally !

Postcards sharing has become a long lost form of expression. Things like these touch my soul the most. If you mean something to me, I shall find a way to send one of those to you somehow. So, I am traveling to Rajasthan these days. The place is something. Please expect a lot of that with my updates (apart from Facebook, which is like a public notepad where I type anything without even think twice). But this postcard would be a little personal. Lesser text, more feelings. As much as I love it, I hate communicating through Whatsapp. It kills the charm of everything. Can’t abandon it due to Begum and work, too bad !

And yes, how can I forget the most touching and soul-stirring aspect – FOOD. People who share their food with me are always placed in my top-notch bracket! Honestly.

I love people who write these days.In fact, I keep talking to a lot of colleagues too, people who possess creative writing abilities but have stopped writing, have stopped expressing due to their hectic schedules. I constantly keep reminding them to take out time and let the words do the talking to their souls. Forget about the readership. You have one constant fan, who’ll appreciate their art. Time nikal jaata hai. Nikaalo. As I draft this down, I think I am doing justice to whatever I have said earlier.

Words are mightier than swords. Numbers fluctuate, words resonate !

I know it’s tough to hold the retention spans, but I if you reached this far, please do me a couple of favours –

1. Please stop faking with me.If you don’t like anything, talk to me directly. Ek dost kam chalega. Farzi chutyap nahi chahiye.
2. Start writing more. Let your thoughts transpire a new revolution. No idea/thought is good/ugly. Just write.(I am still optimistic about the day when my PJ takes the shape of a campaign)

Every little helps. Every small goals achieved like these stir your soul and help you see the bigger picture clearly.

Love & Light


My love for the extremes

Every person you come across comes with certain traits and behavioral patterns. I think it’s the randomness which strikes the chord. There’s nothing wrong or right. In fact, it’s all relative. Overthinking is a sin. See, it has led me to retrospect myself. (LOL retrospect! You hypocrite, write the damn word ‘judge’. I know you won’t because you portray yourself as someone who doesn’t judge as deep inside you fear that intellectuals will judge you if you judge. What the judge dude! Judgebaati ho gaye be tum).

Anyhow so, what I figured about myself is that I love the extremes. For people it’s either Jon Snow or Ramsay Bolton. For me it’s ‘AND’. For some strange reasons I admire both equally.  There’s no midway.

Well the entire write-up is strictly personal about me. Why are you even reading? Weird right? I guess you’ll continue if your weirdness resonates around mine or to judge how this guy can be so weird. Vicious circle babies. It’s all a trap.

Dravid – calm & gentle and Kohli the emotionally loud. I guess my equal love for them says it all. I don’t know if there’s any connection between the extremes. In this case, even though their personalities, their game, their behavior, their leadership traits, their followers and basically everything is poles apart but deep inside their love for the game and hard work makes them very similar. It’s just the difference in the chosen paths. Both are exceptional in reality.

No sure if Honey Singh fits into the above mentioned criteria for you! But, I admit it openly – I’m a die-hard Honey Singh Fan. I love to feel Arif Lohar’s magical ‘Jugni’ with equal enthusiasm as Honey Singh’s ‘Angrejji Beat’. I re-iterate, I like Honey Singh’s music. And it is music. I dance the most on his songs and it fetches me joy. Simple! The same pattern is reflected in my food choices too. I can eat Pizzas and Biryani every day. I don’t get bored. In fact there are days, I eat one of them the entire day. This hasn’t happened off-late. I was too broke in the recent times.

Honestly, I’m not trying to act cool. That toofani karo, duniya notice karegi but I find the Airtel short haired girl really cute and NOT annoying. In fact, she’s at par with Julia Roberts, the vintage beauty. Don’t worry Messi aur Ronaldo dono equally pasand hain yeh nahi kahunga! Chill Bro! Football nahi follow karta zyada.

I like drama. When I say drama. It’s of all sorts. My life is the biggest example. Har din nautanki BC! Technically I was referring to TV shows. This might spin your head right round when I say that I’d rate Zindaggi Gulzar Hai, the Pakistani soap on a same scale with True Detective. Both are drama, catering to different segments, yet applaudable at the same time.

Too much ho gaya na ! Lekin main dheedht hu, rukunga nahin. I’ll continue to bombard you with facts about me so that if I don’t hear back from you, I get the point else we’d be sitting together tomorrow at Church Street cracking PJs and shayaris over a bowl of masala peanuts. Bhai main koi rebel vebel nahi hu in case I’m sounding like balki duniya ka sabse bada phattu. Haan, I appeared once and  a lot of eye brows were raised when I decided to travel Solo to Kerala when I heroically discarded to take along anyone who gave even the slightest of an excuse to not travel. It was fun!

Also the fact that I’m not a party person at all and I’ll be found hanging around a limited set of real friends, once hosted an epic New Year’s Party of 40 people. The best part, I didn’t know more than half of them.

Friends se yaad aya – the closest of my yaars are doing epic shit in their lives too. One is minting money at Wall Street while the other is busy being the chocolate boy of Sandalwood. The third hipster, my jaaneman, the brother from another mother is busy shooting his film at a brothel while the fourth is coding shit at an air conditioned office.

You would’ve judged me a globetrotter by now due to the way I’ve described things above. I’m not. In fact, I have not even gone beyond India once. But I’ve done a fair share of fun within the country. From a hydrophobic dumbass to a badass – someone who’s done a Grade-3 white water rafting in the Indus River counts significant.

One thing that constant keeps me alive amidst the hoopla of misadventures is my sheer ability to crack horrible jokes and write things I want to.

So, my friend, whatever you feel like is the weirdest thing about you, wear it around as an armor and never lose it. It is your biggest strength. Never did I think that I’d be writing a piece like this. #GoExtreme

Yo Bitches! Aaj ke liye itna hai. #LitluDaSwag
Isi baat pe ho jaye Makki di roti te sarso da saag. #OkBye