Snippets of the mind by Gagansvaid

It had been a warm day, not that it was about the summer season alone; but also because I had a pleasant day since morning. The last day at a work-assignment is always meant to be special, starting from the nostalgia that strikes—to saying the final byes to other fellows at work, it can be sentimental too, for some.  "Would you come again sometime?” She asked me with curious eyes. “Yes, of course. I will come to see you all, one day again.” I had said, changing the emphasis from her, to everyone in the workplace.  “Nice!” Saying this, she got lost in her cabin; knowing that I had been lying. At last both of us were free. Free from letting love hurt us anymore, we would be free birds in the coming days. No longer waiting for each other at the train station, and going for lunch together. I had told her, that you will find another friend who could be as good as me, or better; but she always said, that the spaces created by me would always remain empty.  Thi...

Two friends were listening and singing songs at high volume, from the English Rock to Jazz, the songs buzzed all throughout the afternoon at their place. Through this time, two woodcutters were silently working in the veranda as renovation was going on. One of them started music on his mobile phone, a song in one of the Indian regional languages.  One of the two friends came out to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator and crossed the veranda, and could hear the song played by the woodcutters. As a reaction he screamed at the top of his voice, “Stop it now!” with a stern look appareled on his face. The song stopped playing, and he got back to his room, narrating the incident to his other friend. On hearing this the other friend stopped the music in their room as well. “Play it, what happened?”, asked the friend in confusion. “How does it feel?”, was the reply! The atmosphere went numb.  Both of them left the room to catch the sight of the woodcutters. They were ...

People say that you need him to live on. They say you are nothing without him and he is anything but incomplete without you and this is the irony dear world: We tend to give a large chunk of ourselves to a person who is anything but constant. We are left with a little part of ourselves to move on if that person leaves just like others do and then we mockingly try to brush away this self guilt of giving a part of ourselves to others by saying the very famous "change is the only constant" , things change, times change, people change and here people like me are there handling this shit of changes as if its just a mere day to day chore for others. Well, I tooo want to get rid of this thing as soon as possible so that I can strive for something better but then my emotional quotient is not as same as yours. So what am I supposed to do? Cry on? I could have done this had the world been less critical of this act as a mere attention seeker and had this world respected fee...

14. The father waited for his son to come and sit next to him, so they could interact about life ahead of him; the son a great achiever didn't have time for his father, since he was busy updating his bio on facebook, to tell his friends what he was doing. His virtual friends congratulated him, and he spent time in thanking them for days; only to take away that moment of glitter and the proud feeling from his father, on his son's achievement. A relation was at one place built  with the world, whereas a relation that should have meant the world stood secondary to the son. "The times have changed, or have we changed them for ourselves?" Something to wonder and think about for oneself, isn't it? ‪#‎ artistaddress‬ Snippets of the Mind, Mindful Stories To read all the Snippets, click  here

13. Facing Troubles to Breathe Easy! Every day is a new date with struggle. Every afternoon, every evening, every night—one word, struggle, struggle, struggle. This is what penetrates, this is what remains; struggle is in every lane.  By writing about it what do I want to show? That I am afraid, or am I not able to cope up with the times or simply, is my way of working incorrect that I am trying to pace up things, and am not able to do what I am trying to, or that it is taking time? What is it that prompts me use this sort of speech in this very writeup?  I have asked many questions and think that it is the time to answer them for me, for no one can do it better for me than me, myself. I write it because I find peace writing about it. It is not only to add another blogpost to my blog, it is also to add one experience that I am living at the moment. For I believe in writing things because they would make me happier to read days later, when I am well off in one way or the...

"Connection bhi na badi kamaal ki cheejh hai.., " this dialogue captures you in its vibrance and vivacity. It is indeed true that it is connection only that makes you go back to watch the film of your favourite actor, the Baadshah of Bollywood. The film is moreover based on a fan of the superstar, enacted by him only.  "Jabra Fan", the song which hit the blockbusters prepared the fans to eye towards the releasing date and finally the date is here. "A date with your star" , would not be wrong to call this day. After looking at the fan following of Shahrukh Khan, it can be understood that the release date of the film actually means a lot to his diehard fans. When I use the word "diehard" for his fans, I mean it in a way that these fans have stood by him through thick and thin. Whether his films hit the blockbuster figures to a high or didn't win many hearts, his fans were always there as his greatest support system.  Although it came a...

12. Many sides within of you lie unknown to the world. As much as you hide yourself, that something unknown that lies in your heart pinches you a little, and a little more. You feel combustion in your heart, your mind begins to boil like iron—then finally you say it all. Now you are free, you are calm, once you have let it all out, that you have released finally what otherwise created problems for you.  In saying the truth maybe you shall lose some people you thought would always understand you, but you came out honestly at last. You said all that lied in your heart, you are free as wind is with no strings attached. The people who were to stay, are still there while others have left behind or their own ways.  You are smiling now, knowing that you can be who you are with your people and that there is nothing to worry; you are home with yourself, and yes your people who understand you, would never leave your side. They shall guide you, and never let you become who yo...