catharsisWORK

                                                    Sitting here in the comfort zone of my home with my new 2.1 F&D speakers I bought a few days back. It’s not a state less than euphoria :D The mother has already fed me up with a tonnage of her love through food. You know Punjabi mothers; food is their best medium to express love for their children especially when they are at home after 4 or 5 months ( KHA LA EK HOR FULKA, ENA PATLA HO GEA OTHE REH KE ). Even when I am 177 cms in height and I am 9 kgs overweight. Mothers are lovely . Last time I was at home in June and now in October end. Celebrated my birthday after 4 years at home with a big surprise party ( for us party is like buying 10 samosas for 6 members, Tea for each one & in case of birthdays, a Cake ). As I was also having a surprise for Mom so I attacked back with a touchscreen phone she always wanted to have her own. Just such events and happiness is all around. So leisure is in my lap and I am loving

                                                           People usually write dance as a hobby in their CV or they mention to others while some discussion.  But doing dance and feeling its beauty is not that easy to d escribe . I have l o ved that feeling when dance was all around me. I started participating in dance events in my school days. At School, I performed at least 6 times and I was the boy who hated games in school when all make excuses to get a free time for games or for havin g free game period. I never gave a serious thought to my dance skills as my coach mentions to me now. But I did realize the same in college. Thapar University ... a world of opportunities for us, students from all around the India from different backgrounds, different cultures & of course with different intellectual levels gathered at one platform. Explaining about dance is as beautiful as it is while exercising it. So events explained below are just a way of experiencing that beauty th

                                                   On 14th July, I was waiting for a rickshaw around a street corner and after a few minutes, a rickshaw driver came somewhere from the dark. I stopped him and asked whether he would go to the metro station or not? He said, "20 rupees Babu Ji ".......From his voice, I came to know that he must be a child of age around 14 or 15. His name was Shankar. Later on, I found that he was native of U. P, but working in South Delhi and earning for his family as his father had died five years back. Whilst going to the metro station, I had a conversation with him, and a feeling of great fortune came to mind that how much lucky we guys are ! ! Tears were in my eyes, but somehow I managed myself and my deep emotions. It took us 10 minutes to reach Moolchand Metro Station. I asked him whether he had 50 rupees or not ? ? Because I was planning to give him a 50 rupees instead of 20 and that not out of misery, but because of his pos