Boiling Milk

I’m in the kitchen. I put the bowl filled with milk on the oven. I turn on the burner. I wait for the milk to start boiling. I hum a song as well. I hear my mobile phone ring out loud. I realize it’s in the bedroom. I scamper out to attend the call. I come back in the kitchen after some time. I see the boiling milk has spilled all over the place. It’s a mess.

I was committed to boil the milk. Thus, it was important for me to ignore the call. I didn't.

Now all I can do is clean up. But will I be able to retain the spilled milk? Some of it at least?

I sigh.

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Rocket

All my life I have seen rockets embellishing the night sky during a festival. But the following observation and the subsequent realization happened for the first time during the recent Ganesh Chaturthi.

A guy placed a rocket inside a glass bottle and lit the tiny tail branching out from its chest. A moment later the rocket scooted high up in the air where it expressed itself via a delightful explosion.

Even a rocket remains bottled, to start with, before the necessary fire triggers its journey high up in the sky where it realizes it’s true and irrevocable potential.

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Download

When I saw my friend getting frustrated while trying to download something which he had been eyeing for a long time, I queried about it.

“There are still no seeds and peers. I will have to delete this torrent. Waste!" He was about to delete it after keeping the torrent for over a month when I requested him to give it another fortnight. He agreed since it anyway wasn't eating much of his hard disk space. On the fourteenth day the download was successful.

One can dream as much as one wants to but alongside, it is also important to believe in the fact that a trigger to its fruition is only a moment away. And till that moment happens one should never pause or delete the torrent of a Dream.

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At The Party

Few days back I was at this party with friends. We were having a good time till they decided to drink and dance. I, being myself, chose to enjoy the sight from a distance. A nearby table, where each of us had kept our mobile phones and wallets, caught my attention. Soon, I found myself arranging the mobile phones randomly. Then I noticed a pattern. Here’s what the arrangement was like:

Micromax Q50

Dell XCD28

Blackberry Pearl

HTC Desire

Apple iPhone

Sony Ericsson Xperia X10 Mini Pro

Samsung Galaxy pop

Samsung Guru Dual

The sequence was an amusing one because it occurred to me the list was tantamount to man’s evolution through time. A journey from simplicity to simplicity via complexity.

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Video Streaming

My internet connection boasts of a good speed. Okay, usually it’s better than good. And a video in any streaming website loads quickly.

But last night for some reason (unknown to me) the internet speed was like that of man’s evolution through time. I was dead bored. It was only an hour later the video I was so desperate to see had fully loaded. One hour compared to the normal half a minute! I was irritated because I had to watch few more parts of the same video. Talk about long nights!

And in the humdrum of a slow internet connection I realized: I’d actually waited for all the videos to load because I wanted to see them. If the Wait had not happened, the Want would have been a traveller in the land of excuses.

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The Tourist

During a casual walk down a famous street in arguably one of the most coveted city of India I overheard couple of tourists praising a particular aspect of that city. And it was the same aspect which made the native disown the city many a times, complain about it insatiably and at times simply ignore it under the garb of a helpless acceptance.

Walking ahead of the two tourists I wondered how the same thing appealed to some who probably saw and lived it for a day while it disgusted the ones who witnessed and faced it every day. Subsequently it dawned on me that sometimes it’s better to take a breather and ‘become’ a tourist to our own problems, relationships, dilemmas and our own being. It surely helps us grow some more (and much needed) green grass on our emotional pasture.

PS: How to ‘become’ that tourist? That, I am afraid, can’t be generalised.

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Auto Rickshaw

Last night I boarded an auto rickshaw without really knowing the exact location of the place I was heading to.

I did enjoy the three-wheeler's ride but I also had an eye on the fare meter all the while and was aware how swiftly it was ascending. Finally when I decided to step down somewhere close to the intended place the meter was showing a herculean figure.

I realized when we get into any relationship there’s always a fare meter running somewhere within. The more time you give to the relationship, the more the meter’s figure. And then if one decides to step out of the relationship at random or deliberately or even against will, the fare shown by the meter of the heart, almost always, goes well beyond one’s emotional budget at that point of time.

I concluded enjoying the ride is as important as keeping an eye on the fare meter so that in case something happens and one needs to move out, one should at least be able to handle it.

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