Failure

“Failure is not always a mistake; it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying”

-B. F. Skinner

Time I’ll never forget

August 18th, 2007 the grand farewell that I received from my loved ones. The mixed feeling of pain- of leaving my loved ones back home, happiness- that finally I am on my way to achieve what I have always dreamt for, excitement- of travelling new places, meeting new people. Everything looked so perfect. School time was such fun. Made some wonderful memories together with friends. Though it’s not always good that I had experienced.. those lil fights, those patch ups.. those long walks and those never ending talk. I enjoyed every moment of it.

And then came this damn recession, forced me onto the longest break in my career, and to my happiness. Everything changed. Tension piled up, always a question of what next, what could be the alternative.. Never did I so much incline towards destiny, that in this one year after school I started believing in it. Kept trying in all possible ways.. but looks like the future holds something else.. Something more beautiful… something I have never ever imagined for myself…

Two years have so passed leaving some bitter experiences, teaching me a couple of things in the hard way, giving me so much of time to know myself even better… desperately awaiting to watch what the future holds for me…

Proud to be an INDIAN… now and always

Celebrating our 62nd year of Independence..



I raise all high to salute to my mother land. This day I would like to pay my due respect for all the greatest of the great freedom fighters who have sacrificed their lives to get us this day.

Though INDIA is still being treated as a developing nation, it has definitely made its mark in the world history. Information Technology, Scientific research, Aviation, Defense, Arts.. You name it and we have our presence in it. Whatever people call us, we Indians have made a mark for ourselves. I am so proud to represent myself an INDIAN.

Reminiscence of the good old bygone days when I used to get all excited to put the paper flag onto my shoulder, with that white sports uniform and keep wishing every one “ Happy Independence Day”. It was an age when I didn’t know if the excitement was because I would be given free candy at school or was it because of the parade that I always liked to watch or because it was one off-study day at school. But whatever it was, it was just fabulous. The sight of everyone raising high for the National anthem gives me that very nice and proud feeling (Gets me those goose bumps ) The song made me so thrilled and charged as ever.



The Celebration continues..