Asking questions.........

a four year old child ,....his or her favorite hobby is asking questions.
but a child is child,he or she does no care about the consequences of the right or apparently right answer, or the next question that is going to rise from that answer and so on...
we, the grown up on the other hand are so much scared about the consequences , and the final destination , these sequence of answers are leading to.
sometimes the right or truth may not be entirely satisfactory in our purpose and hence the necessary adjustments,but I firmly believe truth(in a vague sense) always catches you on.It is always the winner of the future.
here is a childish question.. if all of our thinking is the consequence of some sort chemical reactions,which must be spontaneous,then how much free can we really be...?

a windy afternoon and a dark night

it started this way





now looking really threatening








staring with a crooked eye.





in full flow with anger, mannerism and madness..






everything comes to an end ........ and

not every afternoon is like that....

what a birthday

I always think birthday celebration is a no-brainer,may be it is a cynical thought, but I do feel uncomfortable ,and cant really understand what difference does it make on which date i was born(assuming one does not search for the astrological article on Sunday news paper).

I had an interview in IIT Bombay for my ph.d admission,I woke up at seven very early specially considering my consistency in that aspect.I got ready and went for the interview .we never knew the time schedule so went there pretty early ,interview started at 10 . I was informed or you may say understood that my time would probably come after 3 in the afternoon, being really tensed I almost ate nothing in the hostel during lunch.well at 4 in the afternoon I understood it would be touch and go weather they will take my interview that day or not..but i had to wait,so waited until 8 in the evening just to know it would be the next day when I have to face my executioners.

Ran back to the hostel where I was staying , went to the dining hall and being told that I would not get my dinner because the buying time is over...
Came back to my room,searched my bag and found two packet biscuits completed my dinner..FOR YOUR INFORMATION BIRTHDAY DINNER....

what an interesting menu...the only birthday I remember, I still remember with fun,it always brings smile in my face....