Alone!

There are two kinds of days, one, when you wake up, look outside your window, straight into the ocean, smiling, satisfied and looking forward to being independent, free, adventurous and single. But there are also days, when you wake up, look outside your window, straight into the ocean, realizing the warmth and happiness that a beautiful morning brings, just wishful to have someone to share that moment with.

So how do you know you’re 'ready', when you frequently have both kinds of days?

A good friend of mine once told me, that you know your ready to find your soul mate, when you're in a room filled with people you know, but you still feel alone.

I still don't have an answer to that question, but I do know, that today - I dont want to be alone. 

Lets see what kind of a day I have tomorrow.

To Melbourne, with love.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
-- Jean Paul Richter 


Just when I am about to say goodbye to this beautiful city, it shows me all the reasons why I have loved this place and all the more reason for me to stay. 


Hope is all I have left and I know that's all I need. Everything else, will follow.

Whats your complaint to God ?

I quickly look at my watch, I have two minutes to spare and I’m almost at the train station. I will have just enough time to walk to the very first carriage to get my favorite spot on the train. Just as I’m walking in, I see a blind man with a stick, tapping his way to find the station entrance door. I let him. Once he’s in, with just a minute left for the train, I see him staring at the clock and trying to feel his wrist watch at the same time. I could tell he was confused. I assume he is partially blind and offer to help. I go up to him, “Sir, its 4.02” I tell him, but he ignores me. So I take a step closer and repeat myself, “Sir, its 4.02 with just thirty seconds left for our train to leave”. He chooses to ignore me again. With other people looking at me, I feel a little embarrassed but I offer to help one last time “I could help you walk till the train, we don't have much time”. He still ignores me. A little offended and flushed, I run to catch my train, leaving the blind man behind me. Once I’m in, I see from the door that an older lady goes up to him, takes his hands in her hands and with the help of sign language she tells him, that he had just missed his train. I could see his head sinking into his shoulders showing his disappointment. Little had I realised, he was also deaf.

It reminded me of the complaint I made to god this morning. I complained that it was not a sunny day and hence I could not dry my clothes on the line. What was your complaint to god ?

For you, a thousand times over.

After reading the last page of 'The kite runner', I closed the book and closed my eyes.
With a tear in my eye i could feel the urge
 to dive back into the book,
 to cry in sorrow,
 to smile on seeing a ray of hope,
 to sympathise with the character,
 to run the last kite for him,
 and to never open my eyes again.

For you, a thousand times over.
One of the best books I've read in a very long time 'The kite runner - Khaled Hosseini'

Graduating & Emptiness

Sitting amongst excited family members and friends, with their best dress on, eager cameras in their hands, constant cheering and clapping, happy faces & tears of joy, I patiently wait for my brother to come on stage to receive his CPA degree, a big milestone in his career. Though I am extremely proud of him, I feel a sense of emptiness, a sense of not deserving to be here to watch him get this honor, because the person who really supported him through this journey is not here to witness this first hand. I missed you mom and I wished every second of that minute, that you were there to watch your son earn his 5th and biggest degree so far. I put on a smile and a little excitement to celebrate with him, but the minute I see him walk down the stage with his degree in his hand, i see it in his eyes too, the emptiness. 

To My Country

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep - Robert Frost

Dedicated to every Indian,

 There's a long battle ahead of us, but congratulations, because we've taken our first step.

India- You make me proud.
First the BIG win - the World Cup 2011, the World Champions, the whole country celebrating as 'ONE'. And today,  a fight towards a better nation, a better democracy, a better political system, a better society which will all lead us to be better Indians. The year we won our Independence, we took an oath, to having Justice, Equality, Liberty & Fraternity. An oath that was not kept. Today, we as Indians, will fight for this promise to be kept, fight for an anti-corruption law, fight to give that 5 year old slum girl an education and a roof above her head, which she deserves, FIGHT to become a corrupt free India.

PS : Even though I am miles away from you, my battle prevails & shall always will. I love you.

The Theory

Characters in the event :

Ashwath : My drunk 'ass' friend

Bharath : The mastermind behind 'The Theory'

Diana : The pretty girlfriend

Adrien : The DJ

Govinda : The stranger

To understand this eventful day, uve got to first know 'the theory'.

Bharthi's Theory : I'd rather be born a girl* in my next birth than a boy. (*Conditions apply)

Rationale : 1. Because its easier for a girl to hook up with a boy than viceversa

                  2. Because the dating stage is much more heavier on the wallet for a boy than it is for a girl

                  3. Because during any life crisis, the women and children are given first priority.

                  4. Because a man has to open the door and give way for a women, not vice versa. 

                  5. Because women are allowed in women's change rooms, men are not. Ha!

(Theory still under construction)

To be continued 

The best days of my life

Today has been one of the shittiest (if thats a word) days of my life. Its contradicting the very title of this post, but its true. The last three months have been the best days of my life, a holiday in India (strange words, cuz India is still home to me ) has given me joy, love, hope, pain, tears, sun-burn, adventure, a holiday within a holiday, a tan, excess body fat, tighter jeans, a new wardrobe, a lost i-phone (i'll never be able to get over this-EVER ) and last but not the least, a new member to my family - and today is the very last day of the three months, which explains why its also one of the shittiest days of my life, because its the day i said good bye to the people i love, to the memories we've had and to my favourite phone.


PS :- After a very long time, i've managed to dry out my tear glands