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Nationalism ?

August 19, 2017

The talk of nationalism baffles me to a great extent; we now live in a world which is open. We work for firms spread across the globe, yet for some, the love for their country should come first. You didn’t decide in which country to be born.  It just happened. There was a time when I would think to fight for my country in times of war. Now I realize, wars are a result of propaganda decided by governments.

You are reading my post on a blog created by an American. You saw my post on Facebook, again created by an American.

You should be proud of them too. They have opened the world. I am sure you are thinking that we Indians also have made things to be proud of, yes I am proud of them too, even Patanjali. They have provided jobs to many, provided people with the opportunity to do business with advertising nationalism.

Nationalism is defined as an extreme form of patriotism marked by a feeling of superiority over other countries.  Do we really require that? Don’t we watch football matches played by clubs where players from different countries are part of? We even have an IPL that has the same concept. The Internet has helped us understand people of different countries. We are not so different; everyone needs food, shelter, and jobs. The basic needs are same all over the world.

When farmers are dying, we enforce flag hoisting ceremonies in schools, when children die, government orders celebrations. Kerala is one of the places in the world that has welcomed cultures around the globe. For some atrocities of a few men, a whole state is targeted. A surgical strike on a state? have we stooped so low that a state which considers everyone as equal gets targeted for petty political gains?

Let’s start considering humanity first. We are all global citizens of the world. When we start understanding the people instead of our governments, there will be peace on earth.



Calcutta Diary

June 20, 2016

It was my dream to visit the famous city of West Bengal. The dream came true when I heard the news of my second cousin’s marriage in Calcutta.

I booked my tickets four months before the date of travel. It was also my first travel by air. The acceleration of the plane on the tarmac gave me an instant adrenaline rush. I thought I would be nervous, but I wasn’t.

The city looked beautiful and clean than I had imagined. I was always amazed by the city’s different modes of transportation; Tram excited me the most.

I took the AC low floor bus from the airport to the city, where I got the chance to hop on the tram. The trams were too slow to my liking. I climbed down immediately.


My cousins picked me up and I reached our guest house, were I got the chance to spend time with them. They were totally fun


Next day, I set out to visit the Victorian Memorial, a tribute to Queen Victoria. The building looked majestic. Built purely with marble, it is definitely a must visit site in Calcutta


I also got the chance to walk the famous Howrah Bridge. The sheer size of the bridge baffled me.


It was time to get back to my new home in Calcutta. I had promised my relatives to get back in time. I spoke to the guest house caretaker, Rajesh.


His story amazed me. He hails from the north of India and started working at the age of 6, he was first working in Mumbai and his masters kept him in secret. He learned the art of cooking different cuisines and to do the odd jobs for anyone. He has been working here for the past 8 -10 years. He is very content with his life and always has a smile on his face.

It was time to offer prayers. People spoke about the importance of God in one’s life and how God protected them in circumstances which could have led to death.  I was happy to see the love and affection between everyone.

The marriage ceremony lasted an hour and a half and we reached the reception hall on time.  A few of us took the time in between to explore more of Calcutta.  I never knew Calcutta had dance bars.

It was time to pack and four days went in a jiffy. We thought of doing some shopping and headed to New Market. I bought a leather bag, belts and a shoe. I couldn’t get anything for my sister or Starlet (my pet).


The rickshaw pullers still existed in the city. I was very curious to find the James Bond number in many other cycle rickshaws.


Back again in flight, I was able to capture this video.

I knew I had made good memories.

#2015 What an year.

December 31, 2015

It’s been a while since I had a good year. Although the best year still remains to be 2009, 2015 came close to being the best.

Professionally, I was able to deliver a lot more than my responsibilities. Personally, I gained more friends than the last 5 years combined. Traveling is the only factor which goes against 2015 from being the best. I haven’t moved an inch. There’s also a good reason behind it. I was at my best saving and investing on a dream which I will drive home soon. I have to say this, I haven’t done much for my family, I can’t even remember the last time I took my parents or my sister for a dinner. This is going to cover it all.

Let me thank God and everyone who filled 2015 with wonderful memories. If you are reading this, thank you too. Always be hopeful, because only hope keeps you going.

Wishing you a Happy Happy Happy New year.

thank you

Life must go on

September 22, 2015

It is strange when we look back about the life we expected and the life we have now. For some it would have improved dramatically and for some it may not have a moved an inch. We would have also thought about the life of our friends and closed ones and probably happy to know they are doing well.

Sometimes I feel it is important to look back at the dreams we had and to see if they are a reality.  Perhaps, the dreams are taking shape or we might have completely forgotten about it. Think about it for a second. End of the day, life must go on and it’s our dreams and hopes that keeps us moving forward.

The Journey

March 15, 2015

I haven’t learned anything about photography from books nor I tend to spend much time on reading about it either, although it is one hobby that is dear to me . All I know about the art is from my friend Vinod who is a decent photographer. But there’s one quote from a famous photographer that has inspired me a lot.

“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.”  Henri Cartier-Bresson

Last month when Vinod called and asked me about my photographs. I said I was working on one. I had in fact saved one on my desktop but I wanted a picture that reflected the journey from being an amateur to a professional and that’s 10,000 pictures far. Fortunately I have found the first.

The Journey

The Journey

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