Love actually......

Love … ahoy!

No single emotion can be as draining, as frustrating, and as wearisome as love. It can erode, and efface your self, dissolve your identity and then you keep seeking solace in the dark.

“Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect, and your independence. After a while, you start throwing people out--your friends, and everyone you used to know. And still it is not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know its going to take you down with it.” Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts,

Then what is love, and what should it be like? Love should consume you and create more of you each day each moment. It should keep you anchored and liberate you at the same time. Love should be one of your achievements, one that you are proud of....

The denominator

In a high performing scenario, the marginal performer’s output increases, and in a marginal environment, the high performer’s output declines.

Mediocrity is the ultimate bane. One day the mediocres will overtake the world because the intelligent are meek and too busy….The meek, the denominator, shall rule the world.

You can know your true worth by competing in an environment where you are pitted against people better than you. Mediocrity is a slow killer, it kills your self worth like nothing else. Consciously make an effort to challenge your mind, to associate yourself with high performers. Being in a mediocre environment is like being in intensive care with the monitor showing a steady line, and you wait for an absolution that never comes….

Revisited....

The radio blaring Hindi songs, the laaaaaaaaazy sun, Anant and Saurav on Radio Mirchi, Delhi Metro snaking through the whole of Delhi, chilly mornings, garam chai, squiggly toes nestled under a blanket, a cupboard full of woolens, extra helpings everywhere, sunning yourself on the terrace, bonfires on Lohri, the big big white buildings in CP, getting lost and helpful strangers helping you all the way…great roadside food, tandoori nights, Delhi-ized version of Chinese, South Indian delicacies, high fashion couture, the intellectual elite at IIC, and theaters, plays, Indian International Film Festivals, chaat at Netaji Subash Place, Delhi University, footpath fashionwear, junk jewelry, chartered buses running from nowhere to everywhere, dhabas on the go, bhalle papdi, debates at Delhi School of Economics, the lush green cantonment area, the beaurocratic snobs, the land of amazing contrasts, of scorching summers and freezing-to-death winters, of stiff upper lips, of British Council Library and the American Council, diplomatic enclaves, the lawns surrounding India Gate, the fashionistas at Hauz Khas, the land where everything is possible by jugaad, the land where I belong…