Neo Imaginations

All our life we struggle hard to build impressions on people around us. Sometimes even a right course of action can fetch you a wrong bite of impression. It may mean something you never meant actually.  Impressions are mostly perception based and hence more complex to deal with and still we do not think twice before sacrificing so much on something that is so  short lived and so volatile -- ''Impression''.  Is it our false appetite for glorification by others ?  Or our dark needs are at stake ? Nevertheless we are addicted to creating impressions. We fake ourselves for liking something we actually don't like. We fake ourselves for committing something to we don't stand by. The soul reeks within and we tire more than the efforts, the labour we made and all just in an attempt to make an impression.  But it is a fast world, everything refreshes itself. Your scores reset to a periodic zero every time the sun makes it way from the far east. And once...

We Indians have an incessant inevitable relationship with Railways. Our happiness and sorrows both pass through the labyrinth of the railway tracks. I have faced my most emotional moments standing on the platform of railway stations across the length and breadth of our country. It was just day before yesterday when a friend of mine shared a picture on his facebook wall in which two Indian soldiers where  travelling by sleeping next to the toilets in absence of reserved berths. The gentleman TTE of the coach obliged to people who paid him hot in return for the adjustment of available vacant berths and those two soldiers did not fit into his criteria of business.  So they were destined to acquire the floor space with two attached toilets and two doors on either side. Yes ! I mean the place near the toilets.  The post abused the  Railways for not respecting and helping enough the men who not only sacrifice their lives on the borders but also surprise the people of ...