Aditya

  • Lost and found.!?
    Aditya | 16-Feb-2017
    It was 3 pm as I checked in to the hotel. Heavy clouds were forming in the sky bringing along the gloominess. My travel so far had been satisfactory but the best part of the trip was in danger of being washed out. Weather forecast was not favorable either, ‘thunderstorm’ it said. After a quick shower, I relaxed by the window with a cup of hot coffee and it started to rain, lightning and heavy downpour. Sipping on the coffee, I was preparing myself to be indoor watching TV and having generic hotel food for dinner. However, the rains didn’t last long, after half an hour of lashing it stopped and the sky started to slowly clear away. Sunlight was peeping in between the dark clouds and the city looked fresh and inviting. I ventured out with an umbrella (just in case it rains again) to take a stroll on the streets of Indore and fell in love with the city at first sight. What a charming place this is. The first thing that came to mind was that, Indore has the typical charm of Purani Dilli withou
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  • The honeybee and the hole
    Aditya | 07-Apr-2017
    Youth Hostel Dharamshala is a small run down place, just about adequate to spend the night for backpackers. I was sitting by the big glass window in the small dining room. Across the room in another corner was Jared, the Aussie who shared my dorm-room. He was quite and not in a mood for conversation. Day 2 was not particularly good for the Aussies and day 3 didn’t look promising either. Mr. Khanna the caretaker was busy making omelettes for us. As I was idling, I started observing a honey bee. The poor thing was trapped inside and couldn’t find the way out. I believe it was able to see most of the things I saw, the trees, the adjacent house and of course the snow peaked mountains. It was so desperate to get out that it kept bumping on to the glass every now and then. It would fly a bit and make an attempt to escape to find itself bumping in to the glass over and over again.   The omelettes arrived and I was lost in feeding myself. Food inside the stadium was not a very promising affair so I
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  • The last walk back home...
    Aditya | 05-Jun-2017
    Sanjeev looked out of the window and saw PXR cinema, “ten more minutes, fifteen at max for the stop, I should not sleep” he reminded himself. Cool breeze caressed his face and the next moment he was in deep slumber. The double bell woke him up with a start, he looked outside, the ICBI ATM was slowly moving back, he rushed to the front door and requested the driver to stop. The driver returned a dirty look and barely slowed down for Sanjeev to trot off the bus.    The bus accelerated away leaving behind a mix of dust and smoke. The road at 1:40 AM was empty, an occasional car and bike sped past. The guard at the ATM was struggling to keep his head straight. Sanjeev walked along the road, slowly picking pace. The roadside was littered with vegetable and other waste left by the hawkers . The municipal workers would clear it in the next morning, till then it would enjoy the night breeze, he smiled sarcastically. He turned right on the sub-street leaving the main road behind. Sanjeev had a
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  • Aditya | 08-Jun-2017
    Only if you iron your shirt yourself will you understand the difference between an ordinary and a great stitch...         
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  • My very own underdog story…
    Aditya | 02-Jul-2017
    It was the summer of 2000 when I first met Sandeep on field. We were called by the senior team for tryouts at the Nehru Stadium. Back then it was the biggest cricketing arena in Pune and the only stadium which hosted international matches. I was nervous and very excited about the prospects of playing for my college team. I walked in gingerly and saw familiar faces on the far right corner. A few seniors stood there dressed in whites talking seriously while the aspirants stood in awe. One of the seniors called our names and quickly segregated us as per skills. Without wasting much time the aspiring batsmen were asked to pad up while the bowlers lined up at their bowling mark.   The sessions started, a tall and skinny fellow went to bat, he was so nervous that he didn’t even bother to take guard. His stance was awkward and just stood there with a very tight grip on his bat. He tried to play cross bat shots of the first few balls and failed to connect. The reaction of the seniors said it all, he was a
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  • The long drive...
    Aditya | 30-Oct-2017
    I used to love vans, the one which could accommodate more than four people on board. As a child I used to day dream for hours, visualizing who among my family will occupy which seat, needless to say, the driver seat was always mine. The good old stainless steel plate served as the steering and the chapati baton stood for the gear lever and off I went on the long drive with those I love… It always used to be an early morning of the winter vacation. I loved the early morning sun and the color of the sky. We always made it in time for breakfast to the restaurant on the highway. I loved breakfast, I still do. Anyway, a brief halt and the journey would resume. Which place we went, whether it used to be in the hills or to the sea, I do not remember, it was never important, driving was, and the fact that everyone was so pleased while I drove was even more fun…  Good old days, back then no one objected, As I grew up, I bought my first car, it was not a van but it was something I could drive and
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  • Aditya | 26-Nov-2017
    The green to white ratio in a WhatsApp chat tells you a lot...
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  • Triumphing the Triund
    Aditya | 02-Jan-2018
    You are always choosing! Often the only difference between a problem being painful or being powerful is a sense that we choose it, and that we are responsible for it. - Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F.ck   Life changing or life saving would be an over estimation, but this book has certainly influenced me, my thought process and forced me to reconsider my anchor points. It took me on a long walk of introspection and think about the choices I made. And while there are so many choices (micro and macro) that one makes, which reap reward or force retribution, here is a small account which fits the quote. Now in retrospect, I find the choices that I made that day to be strange, funny and alarming at times, but most important of all, they were choices that I made. March 2017 not long back, it was that period when I had left serving an organization and was yet to start the new enterprise. I decided to travel to Himachal Pradesh. The objective was multifold, take a break from routine, enjoy the
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  • Perceptions
    Aditya | 17-Jan-2018
    We are better off at a distance from celebrities and aliens. That way we can paint them the way we perceive, without bothering to know who they truly are. But then we ourselves are the same, aren’t we? Painting ourselves the way we want celebrities and aliens to perceive us?
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  • Aditya | 16-Feb-2018
    Few days back, two friends were sitting in the door steps of a small restaurant late at night having conversation when a group of drunk men approached and got into an argument. The drunk bullies were so determined to prove their (assumed) superiority that they attacked the two and ended up killing one of them. Such incident are unfortunately becoming commonplace, be it a case of drunk bully or a case of road rage bully or some other form of aggression. A few days later, some of our leading news journals used this headline on their front pages, “Youth from ABC caste killed in XYZ city”. Is it not horrifying enough that a human being lost his life due to an extreme form of bulling? Why label him? He could have been anyone, Dalit, Yadav, Bramhin, Muslim, Christian, from any religion or race or ethnicity. He could have been you or me! Are the sensibilities of those in the media compromised to such an extreme level of sensational opportunism? As always the news had the desired (?!) effect and the cit
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  • Aditya | 16-Feb-2018
    Just like there is no such thing as good and bad terrorism, there is no such thing as good and bad bullying. In my personal observation and opinion, during an argument, I see a lot of “counter-bullying” from the weaker (?!) side of the arguing groups or individuals. The difference in opinion can be on religious grounds or caste, between opposite sexes or those of differing sexual orientation or between cultural/political ideologies, basically difference in “choices” in every walk of life. This counter-bullying as I say is a form of attention seeking and/or an effort to garner sympathy and/or a calibrated effort to score a point and cause harm there off. I see all the three desired effects in a negative connotation. While I completely agree that the side which is believed to be the original aggressor (no one can say that with certainty, but that is for later) does need to be made aware of the aggression and resulting discomfort, rarely do I see counter-bullying work. It just triggers a
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  • Horn OK Please
    Aditya | 18-Feb-2018
    गांव खेड़े की सडकोंपे गाडी चलएहो कभी? जब दो गाड़ियां आमने सामने आती है ना, तब एक दूजे को सड़क से नीचे उतारने की कोसिस होती है। गाड़ी चाहे जो भी हो छोटी या बड़ी, इंसान चाहे जो भी हो मुसाफिर या स्थानीय, जज्बा वही होता है, "मैने नहीं उतरना है बस...!" जिसका जिगरा छोटा वह उतर जाता है और कौस्ते हुए आगे बढ़ता है, और जिसका गुरुर बड़ा वह सड़क पे रहता है और अपनी जीत पे मुस्कुराता है, इतराता है। आगे चलके शायद दांव पलट भी जाता होगा, पर वह एक पल जीतने या हरने का एहसास बना रहता है। दोष सड़क का नहीं है भाई, दोष अपने दिलों का है। सड़क उतनी बड़ी होती है की दो गाड़ियां समांले, पर अपने दिल में इतनी जगा कहां के इंसान को समेटले...!खैर, expressway पे पाले बढे लोग ये नहीं समज़्हेंगे, वहां तो लकीरे पहलेसे ही बनादी। वह तेरा ये मेरा, बस तेज बढ़ते रहो। तेजी के जमाने में हम सफर तो जल्दी पूरा कर लेते है, लेकिन हमसफ़र नहीं बना पाते और शायद सफर करनाही भूल जाते है, क्यों कुछ गलत कहा हमने? हैंजी...?  OK TATA  
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  • "HOW" part of life...
    Aditya | 30-Mar-2018
    Yet another case where test cricket is a reflection of life. If we can learn something from the Newlands ball tampering episode, it is the “how” part of doing things. Be it business or a sport, in every walk of life we want to win. But it is of utmost importance as to “how” we win. Is winning at all cost that important and is it really that rewarding? The answer is all over the media. People over the years have sidelined core values in pursuit of business excellence. Is business excellence only to do with financial gains? Or is it also about earning and preserving pride?  I have seen a lot of people in my previous organization coming from various backgrounds and cultures trying to infuse their individual ideas into the big picture. Diversity is important, innovation is appreciated, but it is not smart to play with core values which are acquired and established over a long journey, these values did not fall into the laps of the founders, these are hard earned..! And in the case of
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  • कीमत
    Aditya | 05-Apr-2018
    मेरे इर्दगिर्द आज क्या है, कुछ कीमती औज़ार है, जो बेजान सही... कल कुछ चंद इंसान भी थे, पर उनकी जान मेरे लिए कीमती न थी..!
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  • Aditya | 03-Jun-2018
    If you are someone who reads movie reviews, then you must have read this line, “the character is strong yet vulnerable”. I think it is fashionable to use it these days. I get a feeling like people have had this sudden realization about “vulnerability” being an interesting trait, as if people have rediscovered this word and are eager to paste it. I find it cringeworthy. The way it is used and the way it is expressed. It just feels so fake! Of course the character is vulnerable, everyone is? Who isn't? We have been subjected to cinema having characters at the extreme end of the behavioral spectrum for far too long. Ok there have been exceptions but they have been few and far. The 90s had another word, “negative shades”, but back then the majority of movies were so disconnected from reality that it didn’t matter. Vulnerability is natural, I think it neither deserves sympathy nor praise. It reminds me of a rare instance where Rahul Dravid spoke about how inappropria
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  • ती...
    Aditya | 10-Jul-2018
    आठवीत होतो मी. मामी कडे tuition ला जायचो. ती पण यायची तिथे... My first crush... Like most teenagers मी कधी ते व्यक्त नाही केला... नंतर म नऊवी मध्ये मोठा coaching class जॉईन केला आणि मामी कडे जाणं कमी झालं... I think अकरावी मधली गोष्ट, एक दिवस अचानक मामा चा फोन आला, "Cinemaची extra तिकिटं आहेत, येतोस का?" कुठला cinema ते आठवत नाही, महत्वाच पण नाही, कारण मी पोचलो निलायम थिएटरला, आणि पाहतो तर...., ती पण होती तिथे..! Shit, दांडी गुल ना माझी, मामा चा इतका राग आला, चायला आधी सांगितलं असत तर बन-ठन के आलो असतो ना... पण म्हणलं जाऊंदे, हा चान्स पण मामानीच निर्माण केला ना, म its ok...Interval मध्ये मामा म्हणाला, "cold drink घेतोस का?" मी म्हणलं, "नको रे चहा घेऊ." काय आहे माहित आहे का? की मोठी माणसं चहा घेतात, मी काय लहान होतो का तिच्या समोर cold drink प्यायला... पण मामाला हे सगळं कुठे समजणार... म ती आणि बाकी लोक cold drink, सामोसा खात होते आणि मी style मधे चहा पीत होतो.. नजर चोरून बघत राहिलो तिच्याकडे, बस... म मध्ये काही वर्ष अशीच गेली आणि एक दिवस अचानक बेहेरे कॉमर्स क्लासच्या समोर ती मला दिसली... मी माझ्या मित्रांबर
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  • The Performance...
    Aditya | 12-Jul-2018
    I had this raging debate with my friends about the performer and fan relationship a couple of times. So I thought it would be better if I put together my thoughts in a coherent manner rather than arguing. The premise of the discussion was; whether the audience, the fan as we call him, has any right to comment, criticize or form opinion about the performer, his craft and his on stage behavior? My friends feels that as viewers we should just observe the spectacle and leave it at that. Some feel that it is ok to express about the craft but not the “other” aspects. Some say that it anyway does not matter what you feel, cause the performer isn't performing for you, he is doing it out of his own passion and love for the craft, you just happen to be there. Therein lies the question. Does a performer, be it a sportsman, or a dancer, or a painter, perform only for his personal happiness and or enrichment? Or does he seek something more? Shibumi, a novel by Trevanian remain one of my favourite works
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  • Lips Don't Lie
    Aditya | 23-Jul-2018
    Author's note: I recently attended a Story writing workshop in Mumbai. The story that follows is part of task that we did during the workshop. We were asked to pick three random chits from bowls, one each for the protagonist, for the pursuit and for the conflict/problems/difficulties. The chits I got are mentioned below and the story I could come up is further below. Do share your feedback.   Protagonist: A faithful and naive disciple Pursuit: Quest for lipstick Problem: Lack of education   - - - - -   LIPS DON'T LIE   Aisha was sitting in her favorite armchair by the window, overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. She was unusually silent today. The sea breeze made her gray hair float everywhere, but her eyes were transfixed on the setting sun. She could see the inevitability of time, it wasn’t long before she would set behind the horizon herself. Aisha was 58, Chairman and Managing director of Maya Cosmetics and Apparels, and she was dying.   Over the last 25
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  • Aditya | 05-Oct-2018
    Sometimes I feel like voluntarily signing a CAPTCHA..!
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