A girl in the Airport

He got down from the cab and saw the ‘huge board’ : Welcome to Mumbai Airport.

He walked towards the Departure terminal where he was stopped by a security office for air ticket.

He showed him the itiniary along with his driving license.
Security office checked the details:
Name: Rudrak Mathur
Departure: 8AM
He checked his Id proof, verified his details and allowed him to go inside.
He looked at his ID proof ‘it was pathetic’.
A person Facebook pictures are the best while his ID proof pictures are the worst.
He checked his watch- 5 am.
His parents always said ‘it’s better to reach early than late’.
He took his parents advice too seriously. He had reached way before.
He looked around most of the seats were taken.
He finally saw one empty seat in the deserted corner.
He quickly rushed towards the seat and settle down.
He looked around, he saw a girl deeply engrossed in reading ‘The Kite Runner’.
Wow, he liked the book.
‘A book which person is reading reflect a lot about a person’
He checked his phone, his battery was drained out.
He looked around to find a charger point . He saw one point in front of the girl to which a yellow color Nokia Lumia was connected.
‘Nokia, once industries bell weather now a merely an ordinary company. How suddenly time changes’.
He walked towards the point and asked her ‘Excuse, can I charge my phone. My battery is dead’.
She took out the phone and continued reading.
He again settled down to his chair and looked at his watch.
Time: 5.15
‘Still many hours to pass’
He passively looked around, the girl was still engrossed in her reading.
He finally decided to talk to her.
He mustered his courage and said ‘Hi. Where are you going?’
& you
He introduced himself and they started talking.
Soon they were chatting non stop for next few hours about life in I.T, politics, and even relationships.
‘It’s always easier to open to strangers than to your closed one’
Finally the boarding announcement was done and they departed to their own destination.

1 month later,
He saw a ping from her on facebook.

They continued chatting ever since and became very good friend.

Inspiration: well, if every relationship becomes a love story than what will happen to friendship.. We are bound to attract toward opposite sex and many times this attraction leads to many break up. We always need friends to reckon upon in hard times as well as to enjoy in good times.



Now He’s Crazy, Now He’s Not, Now He’s Crazy…


Ashish Shakya

I’m not saying Arvind Kejriwal is honest, but every time he fights corruption, Akhilesh Yadav’s nose grows an inch.  But wait – six seconds have passed since that previous statement, which means that Kejriwal is now a clueless dharna fetishist who’s just one Che T-shirt away from hawking anarchy. This kind of flip-flop pretty much sums every discussion about the Aam Aadmi Party this week, as they stood accused of everything from racism and sexism to water-boarding old ladies for fun.

People aren’t being able to make up their minds about the AAP, as opposed to their rivals who are instantly described as <insert nasty spitting sound here> (Fun fact: When somebody spits in Modi’s Gujarat, the saliva gets recycled and diverted to the Rann of Kutch for rain dances.)

Here’s a quick rundown of the circus that sullied the AAP’s honeymoon period this week. For best results, imagine it…

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A girl in the Hustle & Bustle of a City

It’s Monday morning when everyone with a dull face rushes towards the office after a fun filled weekend.

A girl is standing on the divider waiting for signal to turn red.

She crosses the road and reaches her office on 10th floor.

She sits in her tiny cubicle at a corner of the office, her work involves checking balance sheet of a multinational giant.

She spends next several hours in checking the balance sheet and finally after a tiring day returns home at 9pm.

While returning home, she passes Marine drive. She stops there to sit and enjoy the view.

She closes her eyes & wonder where her life is heading to.

She wasn’t happy with her job.

She constantly asked herself –

“Meine zindagi mein kya ukaada?”
(What impact did leave on life?)

Do I love the hustle and bustle of the city or the silence of a small town?

Undecided she gets up and decides to walk towards her home.

In between, she was a interrupted by a beggar who repeatedly asked her to give him money.

She paused and reflected her thoughts towards the beggar.

‘If he was educated, he won’t be begging’

Next day, At 9am the entire world was busy rushing towards there office while a girl sat on a train towards bihar to change the system, to make an impact on the world and to educate the people from her village.

Inspiration: Few days back, I read an article about a girl who was a chartered accountant left a plush job in an MNC to start a school in a village. After all, it’s the people who took the road less traveled differentiate themselves from the world..


a girl in the train

Surrounded by people with twice his age and half his wit, Vikram found train journey quite boring..
He was constantly bombarded with personal questions such as job, native place etc.
‘Indians have a strange habit of asking too many personal questions in their first meeting’
Finally they served dinner which even dog will forbid to eat. ‘horrible food’. ‘how can someone eat this pathetic food’ remarked someone while trying to finish eating. Vikram laughed on the irony of the man since he was cursing and eating simultaneously.
He needed a puff badly, he checked his pocket to see the red and white Malboro lights packet. On seeing, the packet he felt relieved and walked out to find comfort in himself.
He stood at the corner of the gate inhaling happiness while lost in his thoughts..
Suddenly, he heard ‘excuse me’ in a sweet melancholy voice.
He looked at her with amaze and fascination.
‘Can I have a light?’ pointing towards his cigarette.
‘sure’, he light a cigarette.
she took a puff and found instant relief.
‘thank you’ – she said.
‘when you share a cigarette, you share your life story with that person. You instantly connect’..
‘I am vikram thapar’, he said still trying to avoid gazing at her voluptuous body and cute face.
‘Hey. I am tanya khurana’.
‘where are you going’
‘This train has only 1 stop isn’t it’, tanya tried to over smart him.
‘Girls always have funny way to reply’
he smiled and she smiled back..
“what you do?”
I am architect who build people’s dream home.
and you?
‘I am a fashion designer who make people’s dream clothes’
‘we both build something huh what a coincidence’
he was still avoiding direct gaze but he couldn’t help himself on seeing her small fair hand, red Pink Floyd t-shirt and her butterfly tattoo..
She also admired his tall masculine figure with a broad face.
They both took another drag. Smoke was in the air and her thought’s in vikram’s mind..
They both looked at the constantly changing black view with dots of light..
Heavy wind blew her hair and she looked more attractive..
There was a complete silence yet their eyes were talking..
He looked into her eyes and she looked into his eyes..
There was an instant spark..
After her cigarette finished.
she thanked him and left towards her sitting but she left a strong memory in vikram’s mind..
He looked at the watch, still 10hours more to reach Delhi, he hoped to get another chance to talk to her.

He lighted another cigarette to thank his dear friend after all if there was no cigarette, he couldn’t have met her..

P.S: I don’t smoke nor promote smoking.

Thank You!

“We must find time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives.” 
― Thích Nhất Hạnh

Writing is the best thing that has ever happened to me & it happened by sheer luck.

I still have a long way to go but my journey would never have started without few people.

Nana & Nani: I will always love you more than anyone in the entire world. Every summer, I would visit my grandparents place (Bhopal) and my grandmother would tell anecdotes with moral lesson in the end. My writing has always been heavily influenced by your anecdotes.

My Parents: For respecting my views, always understanding me and never judging me.

Di & Jiju: For always having faith in my writing and providing those confidence booster.

InfosysBlog & Fellow Bloggers: I started scribbling on Infosys Blog. “Appreciation is the best gift to a novice blogger”. I still remember encouraging comments from my fellow bloggers. Infosys has provided a perfect platform to horn my skills & I also made few amazing friends through blogging.

Bangalore Friends: Rohan, Nikunj, Vinay, Suresh, Sovit and Simi. For providing best fun filled four years of memories.

Manish: This website couldn’t have been possible without your help. You are not only awesome roommate but also more a friend whose advice I always consider.

Toastmasters & my Toastmasters friends: I owe a lot to toastmasters for not only improving my writing but also my communication skill. Through Toastmasters, I made life long friends whom I always cherish. From every toastmaster I have learned a lot. A special thanks to Anshul, Akansha, Amit Gupta and Stuttee for your constructive feedback.

Above all without the faith of my Readers, my dream of http://www.IndianSage.net would never have been accomplished.

Muchas Gracias.

P.S – Scratching one bullet point in my Bucket List. Yay!