The Flight Encounter  “You must be going for the admissions” I asked, sitting by the window seat of the Delhi bound flight. “Well, if you believe you can impress me by this simple psychology of yours, then please, it’s the admission time, and every Delhi bound student here has DU in mind” replied she. “Well, I can impress you by offering you my window seat, and I am damn sure, you would love that” I replied back. She was stunned. Looked at me for a second then questioned “Which college are you from?” “Believe me, I am in School, Class XII, it has been two years now, I am there, studying, all alone” I replied. She smiled, and said, “And Delhi has made you confident enough to flirt with a girl senior to you?” “I would consider that if you agree to swap the seats, as I find you impatient enough to click the Mount Everest” I replied. “You are a good observer, when did you notice my camera?” She questioned. “Well, honestly, I saw in while checking in and you asked for a seat...

You know it’s Diwali, when you find the creepiest corner of Moti Bagh village flooded with light. The narrow lanes, the darkness of which scares you the every general day, bears a new look, filled with color, yes this is Diwali. Even in the lonely streets, you find ‘Light’ shouting and screaming, reminding you of the fact, it’s Diwali. The poor lady down the lane has a smile, not because she is happy, because, it’s Diwali. Religious barrier fail, enemies talk and strangers celebrate together, and such is the impact, just because it’s Diwali. As I stream my way through the busy Ring Road, I see smiling faces. The traffic is just horrible, yet I find people not complaining. There is a mutual understanding. Let’s celebrate together, because, once in a while comes Diwali. Walking down the busy Chandani Chowk footpath, I see numerous faces. There is not even a sq inch land to stand. Everybody is in a hassle. We need the best sweets, best clothes, the best lights. In the sea of...

Dear Readers, April 9, 2010 was the day; I was here, the National Capital Territory of India. One thing, I knew for sure was that, my life will surely change. I did not want to lose my identity, but I want some new elements to be added to the same. And so, I began my life here. Some call it the land of dream, some the land of hope, some call it a nightmare, but for some it's just an option. Delhi for me was an option, I had to take it, but the twist in the tale was, my option gave me a new world, revived my lost dream, and got me a new world.  I started my Delhi life with just 86 Facebook friends, but today I have, 1184. Some might say, it won’t matter unless you have a real friend. But the fact is off those 1098 newly added friends, I have met at least 800 people, and each people add to your experience and psychology. Also not to forget the ‘Blocked People’, who tried adding a ‘black page’ to my journey. The Facebook ‘Display Pictures’ show my evolution, from a ...