journey called life

Dear readers, I wrote Part III on last Sunday and writing again to continue the journey. I am not trying to rush things, just in a little hurry to  get the monkey off my back. Yes, this journey is like a monkey only, it keeps jumping in my head at regular intervals lest I forget it. So, the story goes on.... It was a  brightly lit night enveloped by milky-white moon in all its splendour when I had reached Brahmapur on 20th March, 2013. I was given king-like  reception by my dear friend Kunal. We talked, ate a lot and slept in Levis. Waking up was an assignment which  I hated in the early hours of 21st March. But, there was no option except moving my arse and going ahead.I woke up  around 0500 hrs., had a refreshing and large cup of tea, took bath, did some yogic postures to strengthen my back muscles. I became fit like a horse within few minutes of deep breathing exercises. I must thank Baba Ramdev for starting a yoga fitness wave in our country.It is ...

Dear readers, I always start writing by recalling my earlier blogs...actually remembering the dates of my last few blogs as it gives me a reference point to start my engine i.e. my brain veins which supply blood to my thought process who in turn force my nimble fingers to fight with keyboard of my old Laptop....ask any persons who hasn't learnt typing in a Typing Institute.....we literally fight with keyboard in an irregular pattern to express ourselves. I am using a laptop bought in 2007 which is still running like a horse...amazing, isn't it ! If you are using any older version then let me know or I am taking the liberty to declare my Laptop as Senior Citizen because it has withstood the assault of my robust hand since last 80 months........Fortunately Sunny Deol hasn't used his' Dhai Kilo Ka Hath' on my laptop. OK.....my point is proved, I just wanted to inform you about the historical importance of my tools in this writing marathon....yes writing a series...