Thoughts of an Eccentric Guy

It was dark as I was walking through the streets. It had become a habit with me to walk around the streets all by myself. Walking calmed me down. Especially when I saw everyone else hurrying here and there. The world has become so fast paced and time critical that no one wants to spend a nanosecond relaxi ng. They wanna enjoy. They wanna earn money. They wanna see places. But everything they do, they hurry through it. Squashing them into the 24 hours. Never relaxing. As I walked through the streets I heard the clock chime 3 am. I counted each chime. And went on counting. It was hard to get my thoughts in line. There was too much rage in me. Too much hurt. And betrayal. I knew it was my worst day ever. As I walked on, my mobile tells me that I had crossed 5000 steps already. I had been walking for nearly 4 hours now. And I hadn’t received any calls yet. Either from Jahnavi or from anybody at home. My thoughts had been mostly about Jahnavi and all the things that happened i...

Chink!! The sound of glasses clinking, spoons hitting plates and a light murmur was the only noise I could hear as I waited in the Restaurant for Jahnavi to show up. Since the day we came back from the Golden Gate, the tension between us has been really high. I knew better than to ask her more about the messages, instead tried my best to ignore the incessant messaging she was having. I could understand quite well that she was as agitated as me and that if both of us didn't do things properly we might have our first big fight coming up. Our roommates could easily sense that the situation was going out of control and they tried their best to keep us calm. Krishanan didn't make things any better by making vague comments about seeing Jahnavi and Henry together in the cafeteria. Nor did Steph as she always saw Rebecca discussing her questions with me in class. I hoped she would understand that it was only out of my interest in Cloud Computing, I talked to her. But again,...

As we started going through the semester at the University, things started getting exciting between us. Being a new land, it was an awesome experience to have your loved one with you while visiting places. It was quite apparent that my Jahnavi was one of the beauties in the semester and I heard enough compliments about her to make my heart boil at some times. When I told my Jahnavi about the comments and my feelings, she smacked me hard and said, “Shut up, you fool! Ignore their comments! I love you not them nor their comments. I am beautiful, they compliment. It’s how the world is. Forget it.” And bam! I hugged her again. I mean she was proud of herself enough to accept compliments of her beauty, which is very scarce. And while accepting them, she again showed me that her love was greater than all that, which is even scarcer. It was this kind of behavior that made my day. We helped each other out as much as we could. Being in the same classes and same project teams made it e...

America – called a Land of Opportunities by many. And then my technical brain said there are too many places in this world which are considered a Land of Opportunities by too many people. So I change my line to "San Jose - a City of Opportunities for the Software Engineer!" (Bah! I am becoming too technical these days! Need to loosen up!) After my cinematic proposal to Jahnavi, the subsequent party atmosphere in our Jet Airways cabin continued well into the night with many of the other passengers coming to us and congratulating us. But I was touched and pleasantly surprised when an old American couple caught up to us in the intermediate stop at Brussels and got us a gift celebrating the occasion. They told us later that theirs was also a love marriage and they felt moved by the love we had for each other. So we convinced the air hostess on the next leg of our journey to let the four of us sit together. As we swapped stories, Jahnavi started leaning on me ...