What does Johnny Kay say. (Part 1)

See the big picture, my friend. Everyday living is painful anyways.

Johnny Kay has always been the same. Johnny Kay. J-O-H-N-N-Y Kay. The grey shade in the life of his close ones. 70 year old soul trapped in a 20 year old body. That is Johnny Kay. Living for the love of music. And books. He could read Dante and Shakespeare at the same time and with same devoutness. 5 feet 5 inches tall Johnny Kay, falling 5 inches short of his parents expectations. Curly hairs. Always seen with those square-framed pitch black spectacles put on. The world would love him or hate him, but it could not deny his existence. Johnny Kay, or as his close ones called him, Yokay, a portmanteau of Yogi and Kay; Yogi because Johnny had started his walk on the path of enlightenment very early, though he could not go far since his parents wanted him to finish his graduation first.

‘Why are you always like this? Go out, meet people, make friends!’

‘How many friends did you make today, pal? Five? Ten? I tell you, books are the only friends that won’t betray. Be wary of people.’

‘Oh! I see. I see. Johnny Kay is afraid of betrayal. I thought, you weren’t afraid of anything in this goddamn world!’ , chuckles his friend.

‘Well, even robots are being trained nowadays to learn emotions, feel fear. I am definitely afraid of certain things. Like dog. Like darkness. But not betrayal; as Murphy’s Law says – If something can go wrong, it will, and it will in the worst possible way.’

‘Okay. And what does Murphy’s Law say about the distinctive eerie smell that has filled your room?’, said he while covering his noes with him palm.

Johnny Kay has lived the same way. His room smells as if he has housed a corpse in the net room for eagles to feast on. Except that it is not the corpse but a pile of unwashed clothes from the week before, and the week before, and the week before; like the clothes have been there since the universe came into existence.

‘I can see that you aren’t accustomed to the smell. Feel free to criticize. It’s a democracy anyways.’

‘Can’t you get this pile of shit cleaned?’

‘Just because you can do something does not mean you should. Like I can break your head with this tennis bat right now, but I won’t.’

‘And why would you not do that?’

‘Because your brain is like this pile of clothes. Full of shit. And I won’t want that my room starts smelling worse.’

‘You think that you have answer to everything, isn’t it?!’

‘Nope. You come up with so many questions. And none makes sense to me.’

‘Okay. So you discuss sensible stuff eh! So tell me. Why is there so much poverty in our country?’

‘Did you measure poverty?’

‘Nope. But people say so. And everybody is seeing it.’

‘And what are they doing about it?’

‘What can people do about it?’

‘Exactly my question to the people.’, smiles Johnny.


P.S. – The character of Johnny Kay is purely fictional. Please feel free to share your views in the comments section 🙂 . Nothing is of greater helpful for a writer than honest criticism 🙂 .


A Tale of Two WebCities

It was a landmark event in the world of social networking.

Fifteen years ago, with the mobile industry still to boom, man had limited alternatives to be in contact with their dear ones who lived in far off places. I remember how, back then, my family members used to write long letters to their relatives, and patiently had to wait for the reply.

A very less fraction of the world population back then would have imagined that one could keep their far-off relatives on their fingertips. The birth of Orkut will always have a pivotal place in the history of social media.

In the year 2006, when Orkut was turning three, I saw how children of my age back then joined it with much excitement. It was an entirely new experience. Writing scraps. Writing testimonials. People started understanding, even if in the least sense, what actually social connection means. Many got the platform to spread their skills among the like-minded. India has been de facto among the largest fan bases of Orkut and I have seen it as well.

I had made my first Facebook account in the year 2007, and it was a barren land back then. No people. No applications. No talk-in-the-air. Facebook was stagnant. Orkut was booming. Orkut was good. And all good things must come to an end. And GOOGLE has done so. With the shutdown of Orkut around September this year, a major chapter of the rise of modern social media will close. But its memories shall always live.

Adios ORKUT.

(TAR)get that – world’s longest running experiment touches milestone!

Duration – 80+ Years
Aim – To demonstrate that a tar-like substance has tendency to flow, but slowly.
Location – University of Queensland

Yes! On 23rd April, 2014 a milestone has been reportedly reached in the famous Pitch Drop experiment. The 9th drop fell after a gap of 13 years. It is the first time that the falling of drop has been recorded.

pitchThe late John Mainstone with the pitch drop experiment.

Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/national/pitch-err-this-worlds-longestrunning-experiment-finally-drops-20140423-373s6.html

Further reading :

1.Pitch drop experiment http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CCcQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FPitch_drop_experiment&ei=83tZU7iBMcnArAeK5oHgDA&usg=AFQjCNF6OJSe7V8HgmbDqF5on0QVoPeyyA&bvm=bv.65397613,d.bmk

2. http://smp.uq.edu.au/content/pitch-drop-experiment

Literary Meals for Thee!

Two days ago I came across an article describing about this book by the name Fictitious Dishes: An Album of Literature’s Most Memorable Meals, authored by Dinah Fried.

ficThe book is in fact an album of the most memorable dishes from two centuries of popular fiction. Dinah Fried herself has cooked these meals, directed the scene as well as shot the photographs. The photographs are so lively and so close to the piece of writing that one might actually want like living the moments inside the novel and savor the dishes.

Thinking about writing such a book is, in my view, a prominent step towards popularizing the age-old and evergreen heritage of literature that some of the finest minds of our civilization have given to us. Reminiscing scenes from the literary masterpieces is an act to live by.

The album cites meals from the master works of literature like The Catcher in the Rye, To kill a Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby and Moby Dick.

Have a happy meal 😉

That long wait…


waving from side to side
goes my days and nights…
like the swaying of leaves
like a man grieves…

a pinch of light
to enliven my soul…
the winds of desire
in you I become whole…

the unheard cries
the failing tries…
killing me inside
ohh, come beside…

grab my hand
come to my grave
herein I rest
in wait of you

its you I seek
unearth me from grief…
not much I want
a piece of you
to look into me
& say, ‘I be with you’…..


PS : self-composed

The sons of Shadow


I walk past thee
The sons of Shadow.
Through the misty realms
unto the end of sorrow.

The unguided paths
thou guide me into
through the roads less tread
where victory awaits me.

For valor and honor
none less I want, none more I seek.
Hearken to my spirit
molded by fire, undaunted by death
cast upon thee vengeance
and emerge a free will…


PS : self composed


Selected quotes from the book ‘Aleph’ by Paulo Coelho

A compilation of thoughts from the book ‘Aleph’ written by Paulo Coelho which I read the last month. Each one looks bland at a cursory glance, but carry profound depth of meaning. A healthy food for one’s mind to ruminate on…

1. That’s funny. I’ve been trying all my life to find out what my limits are and have never reached them yet.

2. We always try to interpret things in accordance with what we want and not as they are.

3. That is what marks out the warrior; the knowledge that willpower and courage aren’t the same thing. Courage can attract fear and adulation, but willpower requires patience and commitment.

4. The light falls only on the stranger.

5. We should not judge ourselves too harshly.

6. If I had to give you one piece of advice, it would be this: don’t be intimidated by other people’s opinions.

7. Life is the train, not the station.

8. If you rely only on experience, you’ll simply keep applying old solutions to new problems.

9. No man is a prophet in his own land.

10. Suffering comes from desire, not from pain.

11. It’s one thing to describe a situation and quite another to experience it

12. Sometimes you have to travel along way to find what is near.

Down a Dreamer’s Lane

come…walk with me
down a dreamer’s lane
up beyond you see
through the eyes of soul
the eyes the world shuns

come…walk with me…

to the treasure lying within
you traveled miles for gold
the elixir of life, waiting
‘come to me…behold’

to the seed you once sowed
good, bad…its you
germinates fruit…you reap
through and through and through

to the distant star that dims
waits for your glory to shine
a speck of thought it needs
your star will be mine

to the drooping flowers you see
the sunset of your life
arrives the crack of dawn
the tree of hope shelters thee

look down, you perish
look beyond, you stand
to pursue a search abandoned
to keep a fire within
the fire that lights a way
the way a dreamer dreams

the dream down a lane

the lane I search thee

come…walk with me…