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Memories

Love the written medium . It allows one to pause between lines and reflect . Been wanting to write something for a long time , but other than linked in posts about the startup i cofounded , never got time for anything else . So here goes , a tribute to myself . 40 years of me . Let me start by saying , it is no fun to be 40 . I am glad I was travelling during my 40th eve for work as I never wanted to celebrate that moment when the clock struck 12 .    But thinking back , life has been a collection of these moments . Those little situations that you encounter , and some of them stick on as memories , good , bad or just memories .Like that one day,when my parents left me in kindergarten and I spent the whole day holding on to the window grills waiting for them to take me back . That one day when I learned how to cycle . That one day when I fell under a moving cycle rickshaw . That one day in the week when I used to wait for library period to pick my favourite book as I was a geek . That
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Follow your dreams

"Follow your dream",this is the most abused phrase in the preachers manual.As motivational as it sounds , I never understood this phrase.It could be me speaking for myself , but my dreams are in a constant state of churn.Wanted to be a doctor,a scientist,join NASA and what not.On the contrary ,ended up selling spices, fruits and enzymes .  My dreams were more materialistic in nature.Dreamt about a Ford Ecosport , followed my dream and got one at a stage in life when I could barely afford a second hand maruti 800.Outcome , broke..followed other dreams too , closed an FD and bought an iPhone,manoeuvred bosses through laughing at their most ridiculously flat jokes day in and day out to get that dream promotion...and many more.Dreams were those status deliverables ; good car,good phone, great designation. So what could the preacher have meant..what was his intention when he said this..was he only thinking of the destination which is the "dream" and not the effort which
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Do Re Mi

As a salesman I did my bit of travelling .I loved travelling,not really because I get to explore new culture ,food and the weather,but more because I loved them hotels.I liked to hole up below the blankets and plan a quiet dinner,contemplating on what to update on my FB page in the night .My idea of checking the town out ,would be me walking a couple of blocks from where I stay,clicking an ugly picture of a statue, uploading the same on FB, a few likes ,thats all the dopamine high I needed. I followed a pattern, picked up a pack of cigarettes( kids/parents, I'm not a smoker! ) , held a book and moved up and about disguising to be a local. I am an introvert , I don't easily pick conversations or make new friends.I liked to ,but im just not wired that way.Hence the cigarette . I just believed ,holding a ciggy is your excuse to stand still in a place not doing anything.I liked being the macho swinging that lighter  on a crowded European street , giving you all the reason to just s
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Expression

 I loved Building Blocks as a kid.Loved to put those pieces together and create something big.I recall as a 4 year old in kindergarten, we had these short breaks wherein us kids were allowed to go to the back corner of the room to play with few toys which were categorically arranged into various boxes.'Building blocks' was one such box.Each time the bell rang ,these boys who were quicker and faster used to run towards this box,grab those blocks and begin their own construction. I never could make it to the box on time.I was so shy that I could not even muster enough courage to join those boys or to wriggle my way into the huddle to get my chunk of the  blocks.I used to stand and watch ,hoping one of them would call me to join them...half hour of the break would just be about me staring at the group and desperately hoping that I would get invited as I so wanted to play.One day i decided that I had to play with those blocks at any cost .I had to build that house.My method to do s
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