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Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai

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T his post is dedicated to introducing my Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai . I have made this podcast with an intention to connect to people through my voice. This is not only a means of sharing my views and stories with the world but is also a medium to talk to myself.   A podcast is a good medium to connect with people as it does not demand the attention of your eyes; all it wants from you is to lend your ears. Often when you are commuting on a bus or in a metro, listening to a podcast can be a great idea: All you need is an earphone and bingo! My Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai has a Trailer as an introduction and episodes that are published from time to time. All the episodes so far have been archived below with dedicated links for one-click listening. Also, it is my humble request to leave your valuable feedback and comments on this post or on my  Instagram page   https://www.instagram.com/neoimaginations/     Twitter handle  Bus Kahani Hai              Latest Episodes Episode 4 : Khidki Ke Baa
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Chasing the Bitch called Happiness

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Chasing happiness is like chasing your own damn shadow. The faster you run to chase it, the farther it runs away from you. The whole world is raking upon the word happiness. Happiness is sold in different forms of dreams. It is a million dollar project of minting money and creating vicarious illusions. Somewhere we all are running behind acquiring happiness. But happiness is like ' Tomorrow'. It never comes. You know it exists but it is always ahead of your reach. It always updates before you get updated.                       May be we all are under the wrong impression of the word happiness. May be we all are illusioned by the very meaning of the word ' Happiness'. May be our calculations to true happiness have been intelligently and implicitly deceived as something materialistic. Not that we have not heard enough about happiness as a state of mind but when it comes to practice we always associate it with physical longings. For some it is job, for some it i
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God is Laughing.

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       It was just break of the day, a dawn i mean. The sun had not shown full on the horizon. Just a sneak and peek look. A woman comes in a jiffy to pluck yellow flowers from  a bush that only had those two blossoms for the day. She stole its magic and left secretly. Another woman entered the scene in a hurry but with confusion. She felt guilty of being two minutes late and walked away with a hanging face. Minutes later an old man just after his morning bath came up to the bush but only plucked some leaves in absence of flowers.  This is the drama I enjoy every morning from my balcony. The devotees struggling to please God every morning. But more than the ritual of their actual prayers, I think the God enjoys the flower drill more.The bush also supports the drama by never giving more than four to five flowers a day to end the struggle of innocent worshipers. When these people come out for post dinner walk on the street they secretly scan the buds that would bear flowers the
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A Sleepless Night

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Nights have always fascinated me more than days. Days restrict my ambit of thought and nights makes every ambit a very thought. There is no harm in being little nocturnal. A repose on your bed can actually transport you to different times and situations. Nights are introspective treats, giving you a chance to know yourself a little better, a little more. I don't have a count of the nights I have spent talking on phone sitting on the porch. All I remember is the various phases of the night that ultimately transforms into a dawn. From howling of dogs to chirping of birds in the dark mornings, I have seen it all. For me Nights are like drugs..... Sleepless Night
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Gift your Child with..

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We all want to gift our children with a world of things. From favourite toys to expensive schools, from high end gadgets to super bikes. The list would never end. But if I am asked to quote 5 things that I would want to gift my child with, what it would be ? The choices become tough and thoughtful. A question that every parent s mind should ponder with. May be we all should share our choices to choose the 5 best gifts for our children. Gifts for children Without much of thinking  the 5 gifts for my child would be: 1. Quality Time: The first thing I would want to gift my child with would be a lot of quality time. In an attempt to bestow everything, we deprive our children of the most important gift they deserve; Our quality time. So I would struggle, strive and sought time for my child.  2. High moral values: If I give time, I will surely be able to inculcate high moral values like love, companionship, honesty,integrity,kindness and humblenes
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My Aromatic Affairs.

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AmbiPur "My Aromatic Affairs"  is a poem  dedicated to my nostalgic memories associated with  smells, fragrances and aromas that I grew up with at home. There are some coveted ones i cannot recreate but the longingness still fills the void of their absence. My Aromatic Affairs Months piled together for the years to fold Those memories now, seem just a day old. When aroma of mom s morning tea urged to quit the bed and stand bold. The morning breakfast that began the days was a mix of love and nutrition in a way. But the smell of curry leaves and sputtering mustard , still reminds me of those nostalgic days.  Ending of annual exams brought smile with vacations to unwind for a while. The smell of fresh printed  pages of new textbooks , was like a cologne on a free trial. The cacophony of friends in the hall eagerly waiting to feast and hog. The aroma of Ammi's Eid Biriyani reaching neighbors, crossing the walls. Time then paced all too fast,
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A Shade of Life

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I just sneaked out through the curtains of my bedroom to see if it was too hot to go out.  All I saw was this beautiful scene through my window. Two tired women labourers having a siesta on the construction site after hard laborious work for hours before lunch. As the sun was straight up, all they could manage was a little shade of the adjacent building. Atleast the dead building had some alive mercy for them. All day they fill concrete mortar with the spades lying next to them and carry it to build houses that they would never inhabit. Once the construction gets over the security guard would not even allow them to stand outside its gate to admire their own sweat and blood.   They would be clearly outcasted from its premises. The people who would enjoy the luxuries and comforts of this apartment building would not let these poor women to even enjoy an eye full sight of the legacy they built baking under heat and dust. These women would go into oblivion on the very first day the
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Rain Me... Oh ! Rain.

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Receding the sunshine and covering till horizon. You come to make an umbrella of Rain. You cheat days of its brightness And tell them secrets  to make nights out of days. You tempt me enough to drench                 Your water when flows Takes all the flaws away from Body mind and souls. With droplets that flow down my lips is sweet, pure and cold. A promise to return the waters you borrowed  as told Standing on the porch  I rejoice the tradition of rain Tik tok Tip Top Your Magic never goes in Vain. Thank You Monsoon I am enjoying the tradition of Rain...making excuses to touch you and excuses to sip hot cups of tea. Images: Google Images.
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Memorable Clicks of the Week

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With the advent of digital cameras, appetite for photography has become manifolds. You have the option to experiment a lot with your captures. I too made good use of my simple camera and have few pictures that really bring a smile on my face. Here are those clicks that i want to share with my friends and blog was supposedly the best forum. An old man enjoying morning walk on Marina Beach My very pretty niece: Mammu              Her Favorite Strawberries  
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My Secret place, my muse , my solace.

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My Secret place, my muse, my solace!  How much I love to come to you?  When I am sad and broken -- you revamp me to face it all again. I know we speak; I know places speak to people. After my first post on this blog, I was striving hard to write the next. But nothing was conclusive enough to be presented. And now, when I was determined to sleep after my breakfast due to previous night commitment, this thought did not permit me to. It kept on coming to my mind until I got up and settled to write. Though the place I am gonna talk about is far from my reach and I haven't been to it for a long long time but still my previous engagements with the place have been memorable and spiritual. It is dedicated to that secret, eccentric place I was once romancing with. The place I am talking about is a few miles away from my modern campus where I was living once. A branched path from the main road led to this place. It was away from time and people. No one visited it anymore, no one
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