April 27, 2019


A Supercluster. I can’t find another way to describe my mind. Its not to say I am intelligent nor to say my mind filled with interesting stuff rather filled with curious thoughts about many random things.

Fresh, but about what?

I have these million ideas for writing – Letters to my kids, daily talks/articles/music that interests, investments (money management), life goals, daily struggles,.

Like always so confused on where to start and how to start.

I have started fresh with new blog page. if you are curious and wanted to know new link,  feel free to ping me..

This page will end now for now.

April 27, 2019

Power of Silence

As a child, I was introvert. I had millions thoughts, happiness, sadness, opinions. Not always I was allowed to express my thoughts neither I had confidence to express those.

As I grew older, my confidence grew with my experience and I started sharing my thoughts without fear of judgement. Over time it’s become my identity. Actually I realised it would be inherited from my parents DNA and Its not unique tract to me, as I see people around me (AA, parents, brothers, sisters, friends,) do this all time I.e. talking before thinking (or at least I think they do)

Sharing my thoughts, opinions unfiltered as it gets generated or sometimes even before its fully takes any meaningful shape inside head – that had become my personality.

Infact in work performance review session, my Manager’s positive feedback was “YA has unique abilities to generate 1000 ideas per minute, Manager’s can maximise YA ability, if they are able to harness right ideas suitable for the situation convert those to actions”

But over past 8yrs, AA kept saying by talking my mind without filtering and without thinking what/how she would feel about it, I have ruined numerous moments and made her feel terrible

I think that I am flexible and I follow the instructions well but I do share my view which would make life ‘better’ but I am getting to realise that my subjective reality is my own, my thoughts are my own, every thought has its place and time, a thought‘s worth is only when its expected.

Even if my thoughts might well intended but I do realise others might not appreciate my frank opinions all the time.

Like in my childhood, I need to go back being Silent and keep my thoughts in check.

Silence is golden.

June 14, 2011

uncertainty (un)defined

…I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don’t know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we’re here. I don’t have to know an answer. I don’t feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell…
~ Richard Feynman

May 23, 2011

Creed…Mine too

To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory.

To have no secret place wherein
I stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I’m alone
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted, unafraid
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or sham
Exactly what men think I am.

To leave some simple mark behind
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show,
To be an honest, generous foe,
To play my little part, nor whine
That greater honors are not mine.
This, I believe, is all I need
For my philosophy and creed.

~ Edgar Albert Guest

April 18, 2011

Living (re)defined

“my life is a perpetual question mark–my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions. And gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued. Then I become an exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another. I have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking–passionate curiosity and expectation. But I have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time I stumble on some wondrous thing. The first habit could make me a philosopher or a cynic or perhaps a humorist. But the other habit destroys all the delicate foundations, and I find each day that I am still…”

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book…or you take a trip…and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”

~ Anias Nin

I try
not just try to live
but I try to live up
live up to the life..

March 19, 2011

Paris, je t’aime

I ❤ visiting Paris. Never worked there and not sure if I would like to that since work life could be difficult. I visited many many times thanks to living/life in luxembourg, paris was just 2hrs train/car ride. its lovely place to visit, so much to do and any number of days are never quite enough.

Bridges lined up with lamps, wicker-chair-lined cafe terraces, tree shaded boulevards, charm the city while the grand public monuments add grandeur to remind you that this is one of the most beautiful cities on earth. Every part of city has story and boutiques, street artists, music are fabulous. specially la Basilique steps are performing stage for very many street musicians and very good way to spend lazy weekend evenings with sunsetting in the background, wonderful diverse globally music, friends by the side.. discovering new meaning for wonderful life..

why suddenly this..! just happen to interactive with someone from paris & spoke to friends in paris triggering my cherishing memories of paris visits.

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