Beautiful Imperfections - Your thoughts, actions and being

This may sound as random as random can get but I have recently started to believe in the (underestimated) power of talking - just talking. Anything! Nonetheless, each one to his own.

We all have our favourite stories to tell. We all have those people who time and again listen to the same drama unfold every time we say the same story without even changing so much as our hand gestures. Haven't your friends subjected you to this as well? When they start narrating their favourite 100-times-done-and-over stories with the exact sentiments and glint of joy in their eyes... Recently I saw that video again. One which brought the very same tears to me the first time I saw it. 'Tis funny how we still feel the same - the same excitement and the very same emotions and feelings every time we come across those beautiful imperfections life is made of. Like we know the exact depth of penetration in the eyes of the hero in question and yet long to see it again. Well, isn't that the beauty of life itself? About how you can go back and live that moment? Be it through tears of joy or sadness, aren't we living our memories again? Philosophers speak about living for the moment but what about this world that we are living in - which is paradoxically bound by memories of the past and uncertainties of the future?
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It is not about taming the human mind to think practically. That, according to me, is impossible. It is inherent that we think illogically. It is necessary that we talk irrationally, think the unwanted, question the necessary, fight for the forbidden  and sometimes even forbid the mandatory. As oxymoronic as it sounds, in the words of Carl Jung, "What resists, persists".

Letting it be a part in your system - a positive part. It is yours for you are the sole owner of your memory. Memories be it good or bad, circumstantial or by choice - the onus is the result of what your flesh and bones are made of.
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One of the my favourite profs. from MBA school told us about the 'magical world' of happiness which lies behind forgiving yourself. He spoke about how you need to forgive yourself first for going through an act in order to forgive the people who made it circumstantial for you to begin with. To speak about what you resist yourself from speaking about is the beginning of discovering yourself. To attain your 'magical world' is the beginning of empathizing with yourself.

One of my favourite quotes from Oscar Wilde - Man is the least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth #whattawiseman


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Bombay - Felt. And Left.

They say Mumbai is a city and Bombay is an emotion. No one understands this more than a Mumbaikar who has had to part with this emotion. And him, not more than a non-Mumbaikar who has had to part with it. Why so? It is euphemistic to having your one-day-old iPhone left back at home in a comparison to having lost it for good.

My relationship with Bombay started at the Lokmanya Tilak Terminus and ended at the Chattrapathi Shivaji Airport. Started with a degree in MBA and ended with a degree in life's precious lessons mastered. What seemed like a culture shock initially ended up in me shocking my very self at the end of 2 not-so-academic years.

What is so awesome about one of the most overly crowded cities known to human race, also making dwelling grounds to the second  largest slum in the world?
-The crazy mid nights hours? When people tell you Mumbai is a city that doesn't sleep, believe them. Blindly.
-Town side? Sobo! Everyone's favourite. I can't give justice to the feel if i put it in words. If you haven't been there, here is your checklist #Cafe Churchill #FrangiPani facing Marine Drive #Bade Miyaa Bhuna chicken and rumali roti #Badshah falooda #Trishna seafood
-The Bandra-Worli sea link? One of engineering's finest! Memories of a Monsoon drive on the sea link never loses its spark.
-Chembur Gymkhana? Undoubtedly the best of its kind. If you don't believe me, try their cheese chilly toast. Or better yet the caramel custard. Or the jacket potato. Or the chicken soup. Or the chef's special pizzas. Ok *mouth zipped* And and and...the pan ice cream!!!
-5 Gardens? The evening walks to the sandwich wala and the innumerable late night street chinese dinners are just as wonderfully pleasant as it sounds.
-Fish Koliwada from  the shadiest bar in Bombay? (Can you believe it? There are places shadier than the Jantas and the Yachts!!!)
-The shop-but-you-won't-drop Linking Road? Let alone Irla and Hill Road. And let's never get to Colaba Causeway.
-Paradise? Yes, there is a place called Paradise and it is literally Paradise.
-Or the cotton soft idli at Matunga's Arya Bhavan? Which is my Reason Why I Love Mumbai #187

'Tis simply all this and a 1000 more added with my seraphic bunch. Uhm. Yes. If Mumbai isn't mine, then definitely a few Mumbaikars are.
It is true when people say home is where the heart is. I have found mine, lost it and found it again...because Mumbai isn't my city but Bombay is my emotion :)