the journey

I am a body builder, i like nothing more than an impeccable set of packs. This topic here has an intentional typo error(paks not packs), which i will be referring to later. So lets begin. What is the importance of the term paks in this article. Have u seen a person with 4 or 6 packs. Does he not look complete in a way? However have u seen a person with 3 packs. How odd would it be, just writing it down makes me feel out of place. Imagine a guy with all the right muscles in his body but has 3 paks instead of 4 or 5 instead of 6. In one part of my life, my life is turning from a perfect 4 packs to 3 packs. That is what i feel like, from a perfection to a weird position. One of my colleague is going to go. Lets introduce u to my colleagues, P- Prabin; he is a nice guy, ladies kind of guy (typical about his dresses)who loves having fun and his mantra in life is "go with the flow". This mantra doesn't work when u need to work hard for some exam and ur friends call u out for ...

As always woke up with a dilema... whether to go gym or sleep a bit more. That mrng it rained. I decided lets sleep today no gym.. but soon after i made my mind it stopped. Like god is trying to disagree with me. So my reason for not going gym vanished. I had to go. I was late. I woke up got fresh. Ate half an apple. Changed. Packed my stuff.. stormed off. Mom said take an umbrella. I said it wont rain. Guess what it rained. As i crossed a bridge it rained. Not soothing kind of rain. I noticed a girl walking before me, with an umbrella.. a prety umbrella. I dared myself to ask for a lift. I did. I went near to her left and said excuse me hi. She was not tall but not short as well. She was avg. She had earphones so i guess she was startled when she saw me- a stranger- talking to her. She took off the earphones. And said yes. Hi. That was a prety cheerful hi. I said can i have a lift. She was startled yet again. I said umbrella... Ae ok she said. She let me in. She game me the umb...

A week ago, i went to lunch to this cool place. The decorum was quite soothing, we had good food and good music. There in a corner hung a guitar, two of the men there asked for it and started jamming. May be this triggered a part of me that always wanted to play guitar. I went home that day, and unracketted my old guitar. It was a special guitar for me, it had a special place in my heart. Not bz of the love for music but cz i got it from my mom. My dad would never invest on such things but my mom made it happen. And it is my first musical instrument ever. So it is special. The guitar is quite old, not justifying its existence just sitting in the corner of my room. I decided to take it for a servicing. I google a place near me and found a guitar shop called planet music. I dropped my guitar there for 3 days. Then i went to received the guitar. The place to buy the guitar was quite fancy, however the place to mend guitar was 2 blocks away on 2nd floor. I went there, i talked with th...

What is the one thing that sets a difference in people apart from the appearance? Appart from their personal behavior. The thing that one knows.

No privacy room in office, so had to run on the rooftop as i got a call from home. It was month of april, i dont remember rain in the month of april bt today it was. It was a mild rain, as i finished my talk i stayed on the roof for a while. Enjoying the dampen smell of everything from rain. I like that kibd of smell. Far down on the road i saw a boy selling cotton candy walking. He looked tired and happy at the same time. Mabe today he had a good sale. His cotton candy stick was almost empty. Mabe he would get extra bonus today. I was thinking of such thoughts when suddenly 2 dogs 1 black n 1 brown came on to him. The boy instinctively guarded himself using the same cotton candy stick. He was petrified. I was petrified. The fact that child labour was already making me sad then this happens. My hear squeezed like a piece of sponge. I had this urge to go down and help him in some way. However some other boy of same age was brave enough an helped him. Later i found the 2nd boy had befr...

A day with my dog is like a day full of hairy cloths. She is 9 mnths old and i am informed that dogs tend to shed hair when they are in their 1st year. So yeah she spreads hair a lot. But that doesn't make her a little less cute. But after a playful hug makes me a little less cute. My mother always warns me not to get all hairy. But i cannot stay put, lucy is meant to be hugged. She is white umm shades of brown. I believe she will grow all brown some day like her mother. Her mother is all brown silky hairs, i kept her name lucy cz sadly after some days i brought lucy home her mother died. I was looking for a good name and i though y not use her mothers name. I thought of lucy 1.2 but it didn't fit so lucy it is. But my sister calls her Daisy. Do let me know which one do u like the best. Any ways she is all sheddy abt her hair, so its been 5 daus now, i comb her hair. She doesnt like that, but orders are from mom so cant ignor that. So i comb her, she rolls side by side, ...

After a hectic session of work, i with my collegue buddies decided to go to one of the places i always wanted to go to - khaja time restaurant. The weather was quite lazy however we have 2 bikes and a total of 4 stomachs so we went. As soon as we reached there, one of my collegue (lets call him P) was skeptical. He said that the place seems quite small, n we drove all the way to reach here. Ok not just skeptical but dissapointed as well. I myself grew unsure, i only heard about this place. Anyho we parjed our bikes n went it. The place was something unexpected. Though its main face was clumsy, as soon as we reached in. It was really spacious. We found a table in the corner and parked ourselves. Me n P setting up our helmets asside. The restaurant had this peaceful ambience, with wall paintings on the side. A peache flag all over the roof. It was quite a view. Then i exclaimed my friends there is smth special abt this place have u noticed... they were oblivious... mabe their brain...

Our life is like this line i drew- a single line. We take various kinds of paths in our life- some decisions are far away from where we started from whereas some are all clogged together. Everyone ought to complete his line. Some lines signify great moments you have some signify the confusions u were in. Howerver, we cannot stop but fill our share of page with our line. May it not look preety, may it not make sense. Important thing is it should be urs. The line should be yours, the choices should be yours, the turns and twists should be of ur choosings. Then and only then will u find urself in this mess of lines. So grab a pen take a page and draw a continous line... draw it straight, draw it as a circle draw it as a maze its your page... its your pen u can do whatever u like. Just dont let anyone draw on ur page n control ur drawing. Make ur own line...