Many times it sounds funny to listen to your thoughts. Have you tried to listen? There is no best way to do it. Only thing required is to sit quietly at one place and just see what thoughts appear in your mind.

This is an attempt to follow the thoughts!

There is no sequence, it generally starts at home. As staying away from home has become usual to me, so the first thing comes to mind is about my home. The lovely town, the people...my friends....my school...my first school...my high school...playground...I could picture them all...within a moment I could reach to them as if they are calling me.

It's an nostalgia which keeps on peeping through the window of thoughts and rememberance...Now staying at Delhi is a routine...coming to Delhi and the struggle to settle down in early days...I could laugh now...yes I could breath easy...It's intense...it's tough..it's hard...but still I am doing it...I need a pat...I have come a long way...

What an time it was...I didn't have a cycle to cycle...I used to pay 2/- to ride a cycle through town...a blue own...it was my favorite color...nowdays when driving a cycle has become a rare occasion I feel pity about myself..I lost my first love...it was cycling...I discovered it late...but I feel yes...it was essential to lose something to make some room for other..

Delhi is lonely...I often complain...the best thing I could do is to write down something or other..I often want to prepare before I write down, but I couldn't manage...l like reading...and I must appreciate one thing...whosoever you are and wharever you do...you must have a hobby...it's a survival...believe me...In the alien land of opportunity is becomea an treasure to store...if you love something...follow it...I am learning it here..new lesson..

Secret is a good book...I left it reading it halfway...it ws recommended to me by some fellow who wanted to reinvent something in routine...I suppose...The thought brought me back to some odd memories...when I joined this company...now very long back...and I did know it's a great thing..

While growing as a child...I never understood why my Dad has to go to office daily...In fact I used to surprise at his punchuality of time...he never missed time...and hardly he used watch...It came from my Grandpa...who kept watch on time...not watch for time...For them it was simple..and today I sleep with 2 watches near my bed to awake me in morning...Oh...it's tough but now I don't know whom to tell this...I just failed to obey the time recently and got scolded for it..Yes...it's hard...

Despite the fact that you write a blog...and still you don't want to routinely write something in very structured manner..I chose something new...I thought let's give a try...Why not?

Long time back I talked to one of friend...who is supposed to be in B'lore now...We fought last time before we got separated...since then the memories are hunting me...old memories...

Today I was at LajpatNagar and got upset over the security arrangments at Central market...Cop were chit-chating..and doing nothing else...the security or in other words...the life of citizens is in at the mercy of these ignorant cops...God save this country...and to us also...

I should stop now....my friend has come now...I want to talk to him now...I haven't spoken to anyone since morning...

chalo....Good night...