The Time Perception Epiphany.


Have you ever had a day when something you see/hear/read seems extremely relatable to you and gives you some insights at your own life?
Just had one of those days.

( Now that I read this post after finishing it, I felt the need to add this: It might seem boring at first, but I’m sure it’ll be worth your time. 😉 )

Just another normal day, a programming class, the Thursday special “Chhola Bhatura” ( for those who don’t know what it is, something for you to Google 😉 ) lunch ( our canteen’s idea of once a week special ) and a presentation to give in the Communication Skills class. Except the presentation got postponed. Not that any of this interests you. But in that CS lecture, the teacher taught us about Chronemics. And now to the specific part which struck me, the psychological time orientations seen in individuals.
You see, there are four types.

1. Past oriented. These people keep getting reminded of a loss in the near or distant past by things in their present.
2. Timeline oriented. These people only can do the one task at hand.
3. Present oriented. Usually the most active people, who live in their present. Very impulsive people, they usually make split second decisions. As we have a quote in Hindi “कल हो न हो।” ( “You never know if there’ll be a tomorrow or not.” )
4. Future oriented. Highly goal oriented people. They always think of the short and long term consequences of their actions, and they don’t act impulsively.

Now as you might have guessed, I suddenly looked at my life, and how I’ve always been. This guy who lives in the present and doesn’t care what’s gonna happen! Not that I don’t think of the future, I have a specific plan on what I wanna be. But my whole life is not moulded towards that goal. I live in my present. But recently, I haven’t been that. I’ve been past oriented, crying about tragedies ( Don’t wanna throw my personal life on the blog. ) and what not. Not that that’s not normal, but I’m unable to bounce back.

So today I decided to be that guy again. And just while typing this sentence, I realise, I’m already moving towards it. This blog, for instance was born out of an impulse, and that momentary urge to share what I had in my mind. Or this post, about which I had no idea how it would turn out to be. Got to say, this feels good. 😀

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.
-Jan Glidewell


The Idol


Food for thought.

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The Idol

I had just returned from my trip to India when I found an idol sitting in front of my house door. It was made of dark wood with ruby eyes and cupped hands. I had no idea who left it, and living up to my own conviction of never bringing a foreign item home, I decided to step over it as I entered my house.

As a professor with a dream of being a full time archaeologist, I’ve read enough books and watched enough Indiana Jones to know that artefacts belong in a museum, not a home. There are a few reasons for that and one being superstition. I was never superstitious, but I found no reason against being a little careful when dealing with artefacts. After all, curses are real.

The following day, I left my house with the idol still at the front door. I was not going…

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Mumbai. The City of Dreams.


Mumbai. A place of hopes, ambitions and dreams. For the average teenager, it’s where everyone wants to be. In the past 4 months I’ve spent here, it’s been crazy. Not that I’ve had a lot of free time here, college’s kind of hectic. But still, the city’s amazing. The home of Bollywood. Celebrities pop up at random places.

And at the moment of contact, they do not know if the hand that is reaching for theirs belongs to a Hindu or Muslim or Christian or Brahmin or untouchable or whether you were born in this city or arrived only this morning or whether you live in Malabar Hill or New York or Jogeshwari; whether you’re from Bombay or Mumbai or New York. All they know is that you’re trying to get to the city of gold, and that’s enough. Come on board, they say. We’ll adjust.

This diverse city has already given me some memories which I can never forget. The city is a blend. From the imperial Fort area of South Bombay, to Haji Ali, from The Gateway of India to Rajeev Gandhi National Park, from Gorai creek to Girgaum Chowpatty, from Navi Mumbai to Thane. From Marine Drive to Powai Lake. Every place is its own.

Mumbai at Contrast – The Old and The New.

Though, some old timers still say Mumbai is not what it used to be, it’s yours to discover.

I’m trying to show here the diversity of the city by it’s architecture. This picture here – I took it while roaming the Fort area on foot. Somewhere on the way to the Gateway of India. And as I looked upon this scene, I wondered how this city might’ve looked in the British times. And look at it now. The city of high rises. And yet, you see old built buildings here and there. (More photography showoff posts later 😉 )

As the picture above shows you, here’s another example of the city’s contrast:

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus and Churchgate Station.

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus and Churchgate Station.

Now that’s a lot of praise. And soon enough I’ll be cursing it for some reasons too. ( Can’t think of any now, but I’m sure there’ll be. xD ) But I think I should be signing off for now. So right now all I can say is, Mumbai’s amazing if you have the eye. Or someone to guide you. 😛
( Please do tell me if you can help me in making my posts better. 🙂 )

Living The Different Life. ^_^

The Different Life.



We Indians are used to a certain kind of life. Well, atleast Indian teenagers, in general, are. Living with family, at ease, with no worries. They do their own thing. And as people say, most teens are rebels. Mindless, yet rebels.

But when the time comes to go to college, the teenager is excited. Wants to leave home. Travel to a new city, and feel free. And that is the journey I’ve started just a whie back.

Hailing from The City of Lakes, Bhopal, I’m now in The City of Dreams. Mumbai. Which is like a heaven for a photographer/gamer/party-goer/good scorer guy like me. ( Yeah, that’s me, if you haven’t read the About Me page yet! ) Well, except, maybe it’s not. Still tryna figure that out.

Oh yeah, this blog. It might interest you, might not. I intend it to be a pinch of life trouble, with a strong concentration of photography…. Erm.. related.stuff. With a smell of humour and some more of gaming shit. Erm. Got confused somewhere there. Anyways. More bullshit posts to come. 😀

Living The Different Life. ^_^