Trails of my life

Here I am sitting in front of my computer, trying to put my thoughts into this new age diary, and trying to share my views to tons of folks across the world who is caught in this “web” spun by the internet spider. A journey, that started in one of the suburbs in India to thousands of miles across the globe.

Sometimes its fun to switch on the time machine and crank its wheel back, dusting the memory cells and trying to recapture the frames which I once cherished in my life. Just thought may be I will start from my elementary school. Who was my best buddy? My brain is so tired of searching his face from tons of new faces which has been pasted on his over the period of time. May be I lost his image some where in the path of my life in which I hardly tried to look back and refresh those memories so that I can carry those to jot it down at this point.

It is hard to cope up with the maddening fastness at which the world is moving today, especially in this country. I always thought how gifted my parents are who still live in that place where the time still walks and not flies. I am getting older and I can’t even think how fast, about fifty percent of my life is gone, which seems to me like a moment. May be that’s the case with every one, but I am thankful to the web logs that made me think about that today.

If u ask me whom I hate most in my life? To be honest I don’t hate any one and I haven’t done that before either. As I told u, as far as I can dig into my memory, I can’t think of anyone. Human mind is so volatile where the emotions get alleviated as time passes. We can’t carry any of the emotions in the same amount and depth for may be more than a couple of minutes. The drain is so fast that we have to think back again why you were so happy before?


At the end of my trip to the past, life felt like a dream. I am still contemplating many of the things happened are real or fictitious. When u wake up from the sleep many of the things you saw in the dream is hard to recollect and whatever you remember doesn’t make much sense. Most human beings wont get a chance to live there dreams, but at the end of their life, the past is just like a dream. The irony is they are disparate.