Just about an hour back, she called and wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. It was a short, but a very sweet conversation filled with lots of love and emotions. But then, I have no idea, what makes this particular day what it is; and I wonder if it’s even special. If you look into any healthy relationship, you will find that couples keep celebrating their love. They don’t need a special day like Valentines day. And common, it just comes once a year; who would wait that long! The only plus point of this day, is the fact that you can have a fight on any day but Valentine’s Day.
She and I have mostly celebrated ‘the Valentines Day’ over phone, but like I said, we celebrate it every time we meet. And every time we have met, we have loved being in love; we have expressed emotions – looking into each others’ eyes, holding hands; and we have turned it into a Valentines Day.
Most people I know would be working tomorrow. But I would have the luxury to sit at home, drink a little beer, and dream about the wonderful memories and times we have spent together. She will be miles away from me, probably shopping few ‘Rajasthani jootis’ in Jaipur, but she will be close to my heart, as she always is. And I am sure, although surrounded by her friends, and busy visiting different tourist places, she will be missing me, as she always does.
Love You. Happy Valentines Day.
I have definitely watched atleast over fifty thriller movies and have seen some of the popular thriller TV series like 24, Prison break, but Joseph’s Finder Vanished was my first thriller read. And I enjoyed it. It was a nice read, and entertaining as well. It could have been a little better in the sense that I almost guessed the plot.
Currently I am reading David Baldacci’s Hell’s Corner. I am halfway and still not sure about the plot. I guess few more clues and I would figure it all. The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets’ Nest will be the next.
Lauren was racing wildly around her bedroom, tossing clothes into a couple of suitcases on the bed. Her face was flushed, glistening with perspiration.
‘Chill,’ I said. ‘Take a nice, deep breath.’
‘No, Nick. I can’t. We can’t stay here.’
‘Lauren sit down, please.’ Continue reading →
Why am I blogging today ? I might stop if I continue thinking on that. So let me just write stuffs.
I live in Mumbai and it has been a while now. I like this city. Its good and its very diverse. In Delhi you will mostly get to see typical delhi-wala/lis’. In Bangalore you will meet the typical IT frustrated guys, they smoke with coffee while at ‘work’, and drink and blabber about it after the work. But in Mumbai you get too see all kinds of people. Didn’t you like the characters in films like Life in a Metro and Dhobi Ghat ?
Two days back I bought a new camera. There is a little story backing it. I was attracted to the new TV commercial of Sony alpha Nex5. Although I have read Predictably Irrational by Dan Ariely, I felt into sony’s advertisement trap. The camera looked uber-cool with small body and big lens and promised DSLR quality pictures. Continue reading →
‘Freshie!’ He motioned towards Rajeev. ‘Introduce yourself!’
‘My name is Rajeev…Rajeev Varoach, sir.’
“Hmm..Varoach, huh ? Nice name,’ said Pheru, nodding his head approvingly. Rajeev smiled, pleased to have begun the interaction on a positive note. Pheru seemed lost in thought for a few seconds. Then he said, ‘So…how is your brother… Cock ?’ Everyone burst out laughing. Rajeev looked confused. Pheru clarified: You know, your brother, Cock, as in Cock-roach, Va-roach.’ Continue reading →
Books: I am done reading The Evolution of Physics – Albert Einstein & Leopold Infeld. And before you wonder of it being some geeky book, let me tell you, it is not! . I would recommend this book not only to laymen but to all physicists and college students too. It is well written in clear and concise form.
The layman does not often have the opportunity of reading a simple ex-position of advanced scientific thought written by the man who did the actual creative thinking. In this book, which is the result of a happy collaboration between the author of the theroy of Relativity and one of his own co-worders in researh, the story they have to tell of this evolutionary development is one of the most fascinating that the human mind can meet with – the story of mankind’s attempt to comprehend through inventive thought its own realationship to theexternal world.
In simple, straightforward language, avoiding all the technical terms and mathematical formulae, the authors have traced with beautiful clarity.
The next book I have picked up is Bombay Rains Bombay Girls by Anirban Bose. And coincidentally, it rained yesterday (the very first monsoon rain), the minutes after I started reading this book. I couldn’t read much. The author has used unlimited number of heavy English words ! I have to carry a dictionary along next time !
Love : The ship isn’t sailing smooth. Three years of ‘long distance’ journey and yet there seems no end to it. I wish what have kept us together for these three years will keep us together always. Love, love & more.
Friends: For almost a year now, I am living a life of ‘ almost solitary confinement’. I stay alone in my apartment. But the good news is that, Pranjal will be taking admission in NMIS, and coming to Mumbai. I will have atleast one good company.
Its raining again this morning. I love rain. While in college, I used to sit by my window sipping my black coffee, and watching the rain, the sky the clouds. Wonderful days, I must say !
Now, it’s time to make my coffee and call my girlfriend. Naraaz hai.
Pleasure of Finding Things Out by Richard Feynman.
It’s really an interesting book to read. Those who already have read it wouldn’t agree less. And as the back cover reads – This collection of the best short works of rule-breaking genius Richard Feynman shows his passion for knowledge and sense of a fun at their most infectious. The revealing and inspiring pieces here span a lifetime of enthusiasm for discovering what makes the world tick – including uproarious tales of early student experiment; safecracking and outwitting US censor during the Second World War; his first lecture as a graduate student (to an audience including Albert Einstein); and the memories of the father who delighted in showing him the world and sparked his insatiable curiosity.
I sand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. There are the rushing waves…mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business…trillions apart…yet forming white surf in unison.
Ages on ages…before any eyes could see…year after year…thunderously pounding the shore as now. For who, for what? … on a dead planet, with no life to entertain.
Never at rest…tortured by energy..wasted prodigiously by the sun..poured into space. A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea, all molecules repeat the patterns of on another till complex new ones are formed. They make others like themselves … and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity…living things, masses of atoms, DNA, protein…dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle onto the dry land…here it is standing … atoms with consciousness…matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea…wonders at wondering…I … a universe of atoms … an atom in the universe.