14 years before the event took place, in 1898, a novel “Futility” by Morgan Robertson released which described incidents incredibly similar to those involving the incident. What incident does the novel speaks about ?
Answer (Highlight Blank Space to view): The sinking of RMS Titanic
Initially, I had thought I would just my blog to rants and things close and personal but then wouldn't it be a little too boring, no ? Here is an oldie, a gem that makes you laugh your guts out. Ladies and Gentleman, presenting Mr. Vishwa Bandu Gupta.
I found these awesome celeb doppelgangers on Quora. Frankly, admitting I see a lot of non-celeb ones in my real life too. Friends, Acquaintances, Strangers. :D
Now that I am
relatively free, I think it’s high time I continue with my blogging activity
and as always I promise to be fairly regular. I write this article on a lazy
Wednesday, sitting in an empty room. I apologize for any tone of negativity
that my surroundings and my frame of mind may render to this piece.
When I was a kid, I had this fear of being left alone. I was mischievous as a rat, with an everlasting
curiosity that provided me with the audacity to meddle with all that came my
way. Be it a person or a thing, I constantly mused myself by my
surroundings. Life was bliss. People-people everywhere. They were all nice to
you. Smiles, hugs, kisses and candies were more than common. Everything added
up so easily. You could stop talking to friends with the little finger and make
up with your thumb. Cricket and Football games were the only places where you
bickered and cold drinks and Uncle Chips were the ultimate panacea that swung
your mood instantly. Reductionism at its best. You could be Sachin Tendulkar
one instant, Spiderman the next. When your day started with a hot glass of milk
and Pokemon and ended tucked up in bed by your father’s side, watching news and
asking the silliest of questions and having them answered patiently, you know that
this just was it. In short, life was
simple.
Then, I grew up.
I met a whole new
set of friends when I moved to Nainital. Since I used to live in a boarding
school they were pretty much all I had. I don’t know whether it was some fault
of mine or just the fact that I was a vulnerable kid, I faced a tough time with
some of my batch mates. The bad-ass ones – you know the kind that act really
smart in school and then end up nowhere. Had it not been for a select few ones
who stood by my side, I’d have dropped out midway. This was followed by
friends, cousins and relatives in when I pursued my higher education in Delhi.
New relations were forged, some old broken. I learned several lessons one of
which was that no matter who you are, where you stand and what you do, deep
down everyone is alone, for good.
You are your own warrior, your own savior and
you need to fight your own battles. Your problems are your very own. Shifting
either the burden or the outcome to friends/relatives only strains the relationship.
Most of the times, nobody is going to think for you. You need to think for
yourself. Don’t expect people to solve your problems or share your woes. Without
being unduly selfish, it is you who need to love and take care of yourself.
Expectations are an unnecessary complication and getting rid of them leads to a
happier and healthier relationship. I’m not asking you to be selfish, just
independent. If everybody took care of themselves and fought their problems,
there would problems left for us to face. After all in order to live happily
with others, it is important to be happy by yourself first.
An old favorite written by one of the most genius man ever to have walked on
the face of earth and sung by another as competent:
