Are you sure.

Memories are so vivid and so impacting. You need to go back to them once every other night. To make you live, to make you feel human, to make your heart beat. But there is a day, when you need to make them go away. I have had always sought to do go back to those memories on those nights, those evenings, when I opened my palms , closing my eyes , trying to feel those long tender soft fingers in between. But yet I close them into a fist, only to feel my fingernails pinching into my life line. Cutting into my life line, hurting me, deep inside...deep deep inside. It is time for closure. I sought it. It is a joyous feeling, it is a suspense, it is a pain. It is indeed a confusing instant. I am happy for the love of my life to be happy, I am mellow for myself. I want to be selfish, but I can't be, I am just not that. I am happy for you. For who is happy , to see me away, free, careless, above all the others. This brings tears to my eyes.  Makes no sense, I want to be happy, I am smi

There was once a client, who wanted something fancy. So he hired some MBAs, and then they made some multiplications and divisions. And then, those multiplications and divisions were called something space age. RoI, RoCE and something I don't remember or care about. But they got Lamborghinis and penthouses. But some are idiots, like me, who thought this is a universal bullshit . Bullshit you can apply to anything. Even love. Your passions. Stupid brain ! There were some years when I was a paranoid. I was mad. I was investing. There was a June, when I got up at 4.30 am in the morning , sneaked out of the house and into my car. Drove my half asleep self across Delhi to pick up someone who had made an investment and take her to her house. I pride myself to have got her there in time. Then slept in the car near her home for 2 hours. Waiting on the road. And waiting....and more waiting....until my 7th call got answered around 10 A.m. Lovely sauna. Return on Investment sir, return - on -