Old Office Pics

Asinine Explanations... Argghh!

This has become a daily custom for me to hear somebody who has inexplicably started throwing asinine explanations on everything possible. It is like mojo act on a pristine enviornment. And this has to happen, just to keep in line the old statement - ' life's ups and downs'... Arggghhhh!


While I came to figure out, when people do not find work around themselves, it is always better to disturb the neat process going on without any failure. May be that way they can keep maintaining their true meaning of not so worthy designation.. .When in such an enclosed glass building the coffee machine steams out superficially some bulls nose, then you know it is time for you to get burnt. And when the closed cabinets calls for you in such a rage, you know it can never get better than this. Time to enjoy some so called downs of ur life.


Oh dear! Why this roller coaster moves so fast! Makes you feel like you would dissolve into molecules. And then i figured out something more adventurous.. I see it in the people that do the real work, and what's sad in a way is that the people that are the most giving, hardworking, and capable of making this world better, usually don't have the ego and ambition to be a leader.


And people who are leaders lose their rational.

The Best Friday as They say.....

I was not leaned to spirituality completely till I joined the prayer meeting group in my office. Every friday, we sing, speak the word of God, testify our miracles, thank God for everything and keep the prayer requests on His feet.

But yesterday was a different day, different from all the other fridays...of course it was not a friday but a wednesday. The committee decided to keep the fellowship meeting as friday would be a holiday to observe 'Good Friday'. Unlike other days we were not sitting in the lawn, rather we booked a conference room, so that we could accomodate more people. And as decided more people turned up.

It was a day in my life which I will never forget. I can testify myself by saying that I saw God yesterday. He was just infront of my eyes. He was getting crucified yesterday. He was shedding His Holy blood for us. He was washing our sins, and I was seeing that with my naked eyes. My eyes got blurred with tears which I could not stop. Our preacher Rebecca got some phenomenal power of words and expressions, with which she showed us the path of God, welcomed us to the family and kingdom of Heaven.

This day as they say is not a Good Friday but the Best Friday. A day of hope, of faith, of blessings, of purity, of God, of Heaven. Being just a human being I can only say this is the only day of my life. Praise God. And I bless all of you with the holy spirit and the holy blood of Jesus Christ. Happy advanced Easter.

My Sky was Colourful

All this, whatsoever moves in this moving world is pervaded by God. Through such renunciation you may enjoy. Do not covet anybody's wealth for whose indeed is wealth?-The first mantra of the Isa Upanishad


Remembering Lord Krishna and the colours he used to colour our lands and our lives, here once more I played and drenched myself in Holi..the festival of colours. I sometime wonder what if our great country would not have a legend which includes its spiritual, brave and maginificent shades, might have left us with mere blacks and whites or may be gray as a matter of fact.


I enjoyed the colours of Mumbai this year and cannot explain in words how delightful it was. With about eighty percent of the people trying to remain sophisticated and stay away from colours, they finally had to join us, seeing our "Hullor". And when the entire crowd gathered the sky was red and yellow and green and blue...in short my sky was colourful.


I am not sure of the festivals of other countries but yes India has a way to connect with people through its festivals and mostly Holi, as the colours never mind touching the so called 'Untouchables' as well. So, with great Masti and Bindaas enjoyment wishing all of you...Happy Holi.

Alluring and Sublime 14th...

Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." An extraordinary thought! No, no..I am not saying that I have experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare actually did. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I always wonder by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind." Oh! again what a thought! ....Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow situation is i believe when i think of a person i love is standing infront of me.

But then, all love stories do not blossom in spring and spread its colour in the festivity. Some love stories also fade with time. And yes I should not forget to mention others for whom love is simply lost by the great seperation of life and death. And for some, quite inexplicably, love ends in tears and valium.

Let me not talk about the gloomiest side of love, I can also see the love which is found again and again. Yes, I am talking about those people who fall in love not once but several times and gets least influenced by their other halves who leave them. And it can definately be a one night stand or roll over a month. These people according to me get less subject to emotional damage than one who is deeply involved in an affair.

And then there are men who always give a second chance to their loved ones, because they are hoping they are wrong. And every time she does something that tells she's no good, they ignore it. And every time she comes through and suprises them, she wins them over, and they lose that argument with themself, that she's not for you. What a wreck!

But still following Shakespeare, we all will always be in love with someone or the other, as it is sublime and alluring and makes us realize and poke our brains and hearts mostly on valentine's. Long live his memories. As for me I love to be loved and feel heavenly. Hope the same for you.

Nostalgia...is it!

The wind is getting warmer, as for sure the weather is changing. It is the arrival of spring and I am getting nostalgic, not sure why. When I cross the roads in the woods, i see the trees with all their leaves shedded and dried, lying crisp on the ground, as if waiting for someone to walk over them and produce that crushing sound, giving the trees one last rejoice. The sun rays passing by the dry branches embrace them as if some unfulfilled desire of them had come true. And of course the old house standing in the woods with tiled roofs watch them with great passion, waiting for them to turn green. Yes, this is my favourite season...arrival of the spring. And into this very moment I feel lost in my own world where I own that thached house with a lawn infront and back in the woods, dragging me behind to some place where I had already been, not physically but soulfully.

And how about the woods ending in a sea shore? It definately sounds like my dream, where I am running bare-footed on the beach in my shorts and not even a soul to distract my eyes from that peaceful moment.If for this i am getting nostalgic, so be it. I am all ready to sync in my dreams and get wet in the slow running stream behind my house.

And yes, if it takes a hundred years for me to come out of my nostalgia, I would take another hundred to get inside it. I just want to feel free.......

My first words!!!

Well well!

This here is my first attempt at a blog and am pretty excited about it. Why did I choose Story Weaver as the blog name? Because I believe that stories are just waiting to be written. I believe that each one of us are in fact virtual treasure troves of stories that we ourselves don't know about or one that haven't even taken place in our lives.

I love stories of all shapes and sizes and that is why on this blog you will find all kinds of stories posted. Some inspired by daily life (my friend's might kill me, but hey!) and some pure figments of my imagination.

So to all of you who come to read, I hope these poor words of mine will make you laugh, will make you hope, and will - most of all - make you believe in the power of a story well told.