Food- A revelry to begin with

Have you tasted it? Stupid question, I agree. But what I really mean is HAVE YOU ACTUALLY TASTED FOOD?


The Fresh Start of the Day… Waffle tower

Food is the inevitable element of life which is available everywhere in superfluous forms. I don’t just mean at certain places like in an excellent restaurant serving the unrivalled lobsters and seafood in town or at the bakery ten metres away, from which you could smell the redolent aroma tingling your taste buds to a world beyond ours. I, literally, mean everywhere. What about the tree hanging above your head? It supplies millions of amounts of nutritious chemicals in its sap, not to mention the juicy fruits hanging from its branches.


The juiciest of the juiciests!!!

Food has this inexplicable power of attracting us towards itself. Not even the world’s most powerful magnet is comparable to such an aromatic draw at any level. It almost grasps us like an omnipotent force more powerful than the gravity rupturing in a black hole. And the best part is that the factor contributing to this force isn’t one, but many. The malleable appearance. The uncharacteristic smell, or moreover, the summation of different types of aromas. The soft tender texture as you pierce your fork through it.

One purpose that food unwillfully serves is the reminiscence of nostalgic memories. It is brought about through that special bite of a food you have no idea about. And then, all of a sudden, the neurons in your brain start firing uncontrollably, evoking a memory from the past to run in your head like a flashback scene from one of those Nolan’s movies. A few months back, I had one of these succulent mouth-watering bacon sandwiches. Now it had been seven or eight years since I’ve eaten one. So I did. And the moment I chewed my first bite and sensed that marvellous taste run down my tongue, it clicked. A past memory of an 8-year old me gulping down my bacon strips in Canada, just recovered my affiliation and love towards that place. It re-encountered the good old days and how much I miss Canada. That’s what food does and that’s what food is. It’s a symbol or even a beacon. The right food can elicit the right recollection.


Bacon trap!!!

And the most expressive and marketable aspect of food that’ll make everyone enchanted: TASTE. Undoubtedly, every human being of the 21st century has always craved for some dish or the other. The range is categorized under each one’s favorable taste. It begins with the raw ingredients and as you go further, you start adding more crucial essentialities accompanied by a quirky formula. You mix, stir and cook it up. If an archaic caveman had sat through this whole process, he would have assumed the future of his species lost a few nuts and bolts along the road of evolution, but no. As you complete, the end product is, flabbergastingly, a heavenly endearing dish that can match no boundaries.

A woman I look up to, once told me that man is satisfied by nothing, except food. The only moment he says ‘Enough’ is when his stomach in inundated with food.


An art of veracious magnitude


Food is absolutely the omnipotent magnus opus of all art forms.


The Darkness of Stuttering

imageA little leaf. A beautiful one, torquing and glistening its shiny photosynthetic skin, radiating the sun’s rays. It’s growing day by day, hour by hour, second by second. It is curious and the excitement it reciprocates is undeniably a sheer thrill of what its future beholds. It’s hanging on a branch on top of the world, swaying with the help of the vivacious wind and wallowing in the midst of that pure clean hygienic air.image Can someone pluck it out mercilessly? No, it’s exorbitant. Can someone shoot it down? No, it is highly improbable. Can someone ignore it? No, it would merge impeccably well with any photograph. Now imagine this. What if one day out of a million days and out of the million leaves deriving out from that tree, this particular small one gets a little scratch. But the scratch is infectious. It spreads. Not the scratch, but the infection. Underneath that ulterior scatch, is the tormenting aberration. This leaf, within a few days, realizes the whirlwind presented upon it. It cannot show itself with the compelling confidence it used to have. It tries obscures this devastating abnormality. But the more it conceals, the more it reveals. All the paramount and astonishing visions it built is destroyed brick by brick every single day. And the feeling and emotions it endures is accumulated in a web with a depressive epicenter with no exposure of any of its true feelings to the outside world.
image           This is stuttering. And I am a stutterer. And I speak on behalf of my people who have to go through a metaphorically distinct and strenuous hell to express themselves. For those of you who are fluent, consider yourselves lucky. Because, we stutterers, know the value and significance of having a proper unblemished voice with conventional flowery. In other words, we know the pain we are forced with.
I have faced a plethora of vexing and psychological moments due to this camouflaging speech impediment. And I still do. It succumbs those very little intervals of happiness I obtain sporadically. Do not assume I’m exaggerating. But the hegemony a deranged flawed speech can have in a person is excrutiatingly agonizing.
A fluent person has the ability to express themselves and the mute have the flowery of the sign language to communicate and pass on his message without a hindrance. But, a stutterer, is devastatingly stuck in the middle inbetween the fluent and the mute. imageAnd this is where the problem arises. This is where we combine the function of talking and blocking every sentence, not deliberately, but unwillingly. It is breathstakingly painful and despite getting the message out after a series of waves, it will be unclear like a desultory war at the end.
As these waves continue to disrupt, the effect illuminates our faces to give an unorthodox reaction as we struggle to push out every word. Our tongues start vibrating. Our hands, trembling. Our eyes look through the person in front of us, entering a colossal door consisting of his or her remote thoughts. And we try to feel how they feel at that specific moment of witnessing an awkward and unapologetic face nudging and swallowing half his words.image
The waves hit the shore hard, but the people don’t concentrate on the message it expresses. They rather focus on the uncanny charactertics, so peculiar that only a few in the miserable and populous world possess. It is arcane how we survive every time we encounter a conversing situation. Each time we get hurt, we have no other choice rather than moving on.
To book a plane ticket through the phone, to order a burger at Burger King as a birthday treat for my friend Jen, to issue a library book, to ask a girl out, to enquire a timing, to answer a normal question, to buy a bar of chocolate, to borrow a pen or even a fine guileless “Hello” would scrutinize the very thought in our minds of how we’re going to let go of the words that would place us on the surface of a hot burning fire in inexplicable pressure; mental and physical.
The scorching apocalypse everyday playing games in our minds shifting every thoughtimage into a juggernaut whirlwind makes us worry. Every. Single. Second. How would we proceed living on with this utterly engrossing silent killer? What happens tomorrow? Do we fulfill the visions we had with this impediment entrenched in our minds? Will it keep on gobbling us alive till the ends of our times? Why me?
The waves knock us down hard. We try to get up, but the accelerating water just crushes us on the ground. The sad and grotesque feeling turns invariably depressing. It makes us believe, well atleast me, how callous life can be.
On all accounts, the bitter truth is yes. Yes, it will suck us throughout. And yes, it will hold or even completely obliterate all the visions we possess to make our lives a meaningful tale. The sad truth. It can get you. The waves will sometimes pull you in to drown you. C’est la vie (This is life).image But let’s mourn later.
What if a stutter through years of hard work, successfully gains fluency? Awesome and detrimental in a good way! Normal people look everyday at everything. But the blind can’t see and so, they know the true emphasis and power of sight and vison. The chipmunks knows the value of the porcupine’s defending spikes than the porcupine itself, because the chipmunk understands the importance of saving itself from the ruthless lion. Equivalently, better than the fluent, the stutterer knows the formidable and dangerous power of a fluent voice. And once this stuttering decreases, that’s when a storm forms.image
Because we stutterers know the ubiquitous possibilities a mouth can do. In our lives, we believe that all our problems are sourced from this one psychologically degrading disorder. But, once that disorder is erased from existence, the revolution of the earth around the sun will shift direction, the gravitational force acting within the atmosphere will mitigate in magnitude and that’s when the colliding waves which were stored in, amalgamate together and implode forming a brobdingnagian tsunami that’s ready to stupefy and contribute to the worldin a big way.image

One day, I’ll rise. And so will the many stutterers aroung the globe.

Thank You Adele


On the 28th of January 2008, a little 19-yr old girl’s voice released as an album constringed into 12 songs. Little did the world know, this voice would haul a million smiles and evoke a superfluous number ofmemories from the past. And little did they know her name could soon be used as a substitute for the word ‘phenomenon’ in the dictionary.
image                      Singing was always Adele’s leisure time activity. But she had no proclivity to send it to one of those famous recording labels like the 200,000 unsolicited CD’s it receives every year. Some such as me would even state that was the reason or should I say the irony, that made people lionize her including the label. She recorded and sent her one of her demos to her friend. Being amused and startled by such a voice, her friend posted it on a social media page. And therein lies the exposure, the inception, the inexplicable door that would define who Adele is, or moreover, what she is and why the world needs her. As soon as the song was shared, a recording label called XL Recordings gave her a call; a call of destiny, a single phone call of eternal success, a phone call of endless magic that would open doors for her to share this magical sound. Not that I don’t believe in fate, but that would’ve been a fateful call for her that she needed. Or a call for her, that we all needed the most. And for that, I Thank the Label for discerning and spreading such a phenomenon. And more particularly, I Thank her Friend, the unsung hero in this distinctive process, in which we would have missed the gorgoeusly talented singer, if not for the Friend.


I’m going to speak ingenuously here. I had no clue who Adele was, initially. Despite the release of the alluring album, 19, I did not get to indulge in it. Now please don’t hold me culpable. I was just 11 and hardly interested in music. On the contrary, after I got passionate and obsessed with the different themes of the music industry, 21 released. And boy, did it mesmerize the imagination in me!
The moment I heard it, an amalgam of thoughts and memories and emotions instilled in my mind. This peculiar mixture was accompanied by a voice, a voice of strength overlapped by its deep touché of vulnerability. A voice, I could not sit ordinarily and listen to, that I had to get up and go for a walk with an upbeat zeal. This voice, so inexplicaible, was the melody of sweetness deepened in a harsh overtone that according to me, only a few singers possessed. And for letting us listen to this voice, I Thank You Adele.


Your songs. The amount of emphasis you put in your lyrics and tunes prove how meaningful and honest your message is. Whenever I listen to any one of them, a cluster of memories rush from the long term memory part of the my brain and gets adhered to the core memory portion, as they had interpreted the mechanism in the animated flick, Inside Out. These memories amplify and persist for a while, reminding me about the true significance of time. And for provoking those long forgotten instances and bringing them back to life, I Thank You Adele.


Memories which are risen do trigger a specific emotion when your songs are played. Now, I am a man who rarely exhibits sad and melancholious emotions, but then I hear your voice. Your extravagent and interminable pitch is all that is enough to signify a past moment of glory, of tenderness, of excruciating pain, of deep sorrow or of the wonder of life. And for reminding us the noble and evanescent emotions that passby our transient lives, I Thank You Adele.image

The way you connect to me or to the teacher who’s lost her job or to the homeless man or to the depressed girl from a break-up, is portrayed perspicuously in your songs. You make us feel what you feel. No matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the mood, your voice aids us through. There are days when a person feels downright upset or dissatisfied, but you heal that pain from within and let us us know that we are not alone and there is hope. Your extramundane vocal cords lift us up in troubing times and ameliorate us progressivly while enduring the pain. You know how to divert the border between fame and happiness as manifested in your song ‘Million Years Ago’. You miss your life as a mainstream British girl hanging out with her friends and cherishing her own circle of happiness with her mom. As much as you enjoy it, you regret fame. And that is the reason why we can connect to you and you to us, as a human being. And for that, I Thank you Adele.image

I could state it down hard that I am your biggest fan, but I may be not. I can’t deny that there are much more bigger fans around the globe who almost worship you. But I can say this unflinchingly and clearly: You have been a prodigious inspiration to me, dragging me out of hardships and disheartening moments, showing me a speck of light during atrocious days and allowing my mind to process the fact that I am not the only one. Throughout your lyrics, pitches, tunes and messages invoked your song, I know that you are with me. And for that, I can’t Thank You Enough ADELE ADKINS.image

A Plethora of Goals

imageUsually, it kills me on the inside when I have to decide what I want do and people advise me to only follow one path instead of everything I love doing. Let’s just say it’s a long list, but not exorbitantly long.

Consider the case of kids. Their minds and their choices till the age of fourteen or fifteen or sometimes even eighteen, behave erratically and never actually settle in a righteous and stable path. Being a stubborn toddler, one would’ve wanted to become a policeman and another, a wrestler. Some looked up at the moon and thought about all the breathtaking wonders of the planets and stars and galaxies and decided to indulge in becoming an astronaut (or a spaceman as they irrationally call it).

Yet, they change. It would be sudden and abrupt, but that’s just the way they are. Once they witness a different situation or get influenced by something on the TV like a mere firetruck, their nature of choice becomes vicisstudinous. This impetuous process continues till their second last year at school or even the last year or sometimes, alarmingly even after their eighteen.

Once we arrive at that stage, BOOM! We beget a decison and we pursue its journey and persevere by overtaking and defeating the obstacles. It sounds great and in fact is.

But what if my interests lie in vast groups of fields rather than, in just a particular one? Does that mean I can’t persist in all and I’d have to choose? images(6)Or does it signify that I’m dreaming too much and am going to make a mess out of this strange amalgam of goals?

Many point out in a coercible manner that I’d fail in excelling out my entire list and would inturn be a horrendous jack of all trades. That could be congruent with many.

But is that actually acceptable? It’s hard enough for me to circumvent and choose one, just because some bastards believe my goals can’t be consummated in one lifetime. I feel that is comprehensively erroneous. I am not a little kid or even a teenager. I’m almost an adult and I have envisioned, not dreamt, but envisioned what all I want to achieve, where I want to be, where my true mind and passion lies. And I, candidly and unflinchingly, will not be able to avert or sacrifice even one vision.

The phenomenal Hollywood actress, Nicole Kidman once said, “The ultimate destination for anyone is death. So, make sure you do what you alone want to do ’cause you have just one life.” I couldn’t agree more. With just one life under our belt, we got to do what we want to do, whether it’s travel to space, unravel the secrets of science or explore the peaks of freakishly colossal mountains, we have got to make sure we deliver and fulfill before we depart.

One clear example is the great and ostentatious Howard Hughes. Being a radio engineer, business tycoon, aviation pilot, aeronautical engineer, philanthropist, entrepreneur, inventor, he even made sure he’d become an Oscar-winning filmmaker. images(7)Not to mention, he dated a superfluous number of beautiful actresses. But this man defied all odds and pursued not one, not two, but each and every one of his passionate goals.

Therefore, it is absolutely, one hundred percent, not wrong to decide that you want to be everything you envisoned. But there is a catch. You got to work extra hard and extravagantly. Make those goals tranform into visions and make those visions pull you forward to make yourself dedicative.

You’ve got one life. One shot. Regrets will be ensued. Nevertheless, make the most of it and don’t be constrained and hampered by the thoughts and incorrigible illusions of the society. Let there emerge a plethora of goals, ideas and conceptions in your mind!

A Vision

When you start thinking at what the future holds up for you, how would you feel?

Well, I for a start, feel excited and thrilled. The work and success stories that may perhaps appear under my name do feel gratifying. But underneath all that, I sporadically experience this feeling of fear, a timidness of whether I would actually be one of them.

One of the them who most particularly, implements their ideas and thoughts on the world. One of them who ensure that their work does instill a difference, a change, showing the righteous path for the people. One of them who assures that their work disgorge an actual amount of significant effect on all mankind. The ones wanting to leave a mark on the planet as they depart, so their name and achievements could be enchanted a copious amount of times by the many who have profited from them.

This devastating thought, pulls me further towards the dark side. Well, not like the dark side portrayed in Star Wars where people suddenly experience a transition from good to evil. The dark side I point to, is the side of hopelessness and bitter fear which signifies whether may fail to ignite the flame that hold conceptions and ideas. A side so dark that there are days where I wake up and get an instinctive feeling that everything could go south.vision_448x298

It leads to a feeling of deep mental disturbance. Clearly, I don’t mean it affects medically, but it rather culminates a rage, so intense, so berserk that it alters my wake-sleep cycles and persistently exasperate me at the back of my head. I do, at times, attain feelings of joy and content from different instances, but they instantly mitigate, thanks to the miserable thought.

Naturally, I am not an optimist. I abhor optimism due to its senseless basis that everything’s going to be all right even when you know it’s not. In turn, I analyze the negative views of the situation and probably that’s why I’m intimidated.

But I won’t position this pessimistic feel in a state of culpability. No. On the contrary, I would thank it. Because, frankly, it’s what drives the inner force in me, the force to persuade myself and make me do what should be done, so I could console myself that it might not end up so bad after all. If you look at it from a different perspective, the evolving rage and anxiety could actually be the key to push me everyday, so I make sure that I do, in fact, make an impact on this world.

Many of you would demur and ultimately denigrate my notions and opinions. But, I do reiterate my statement and will do for many years that it’s better to observe the horrors and miserable periods of the dark side rather the bliss and gleeful moments of the happy one, for the dark area only provides you a glimpse of what happens if you fail. From my experience, that unique type of fear enhances the motivation in you to a large extent.

It drives you forward and provides a surge of energy. This energy becomes so prominent and omnipotent in your mind that at a point, it transforms, using imagination as its most efficient ingredient, to create something called a ‘VISION’.