Fruits from Thin Air

20th December 2021 , t he day I left YouTube (yes, I had a tiny YT Channel).   26th December, 2023 , t he day I left Facebook. 6th January, 2024 , t he day I left Twitter.  Now, I don't know what you might be expecting from now onwards.  But if you are thinking I am going to trash social media & throw a bunch of criticism towards it, then I am sad to inform you that, it's not happening. My relationship with social media was good-enough to say the least.  Did I have a good time on it ?  Absolutely.  Did I regret losing time by using it ?  Never. I loved it. Then why exactly I left SM ?  Well, without getting deeper, I can say it felt kind of the right thing to do due to some special circumstances. Now coming to my Post-Social-Media life, If you are thinking that I am going to glorify it like it's heaven on earth, then I am sad to inform you that, that's not the case. But I will say, it's somewhat better than good-enough . (No bragging at all)...

A Self-Introduction to Me : Some of you know me (through Facebook), most of you don't. Ofcourse because I am an introvert who likes to shut himself in a room than going out to meet people in real. So today, although it's been late, I will introduce myself (just in case, you are wondering where am I coming from).. My name is Jyoti-blah-blah-blah. I am an alumni of CET from the branch of Electrical Engineering. At my home, in Dhenkanal, my friends call me Chintu while my friends at CET call me RANGA BHAI (out of affection) & nobody calls me Jyotiranjan.  I got into this writing-thing in 2015 while using Facebook. The more I wrote the more I found things to write about & eventually enjoyed it more than engineering (yes, I must admit). Since then I have written on Facebook for 8 years till 2023 & still continuing this blog. I was born in the same year Titanic released in USA & Dil Toh Pagal Hai released in India. 1997. I hope you understand what I am trying to say ...

"Consistency is the key" you have heard this before. But when it comes to reading I think it's a bit different.  There are many areas where one needs to be consistent. Exercise, working, eating, sleeping, cleaning your home etc. But reading is not one of them. It's quite a chill hobby in that regard.  The way I see, reading is best when you feel like reading, just like taking a hot shit in toilet when you feel like taking one. Then that kind of reading is far more enriching than doing it regularly where it feels like a mechanical process.  Stephen King, the great american horror writer, once said :  In that light, I don't see why you shouldn't live YOUR life to the full potential than to lose yourself in another person's life on a daily basis. Afterall, it's NONSENSICAL to care about an imaginary character when you don't give a damn about the hero of your own life, it's YOU, my friend.  However, nothing beats the level of engagement in reading ...

On a Sunday morning, as I was sharing the dining table with my father, I noticed him coughing & sneezing.  Me : Mommy, arrange some Tulsi leaves before it's evening. (As per Odia tradition, we are not supposed to pluck leaves past evening) Mommy : But we just had our  breakfast Me : So ?  You can pick leaves only in morning on an empty stomach. Is that rule-2 in your dictionary of tradition ? (I was slightly irritated, because last time I asked her for my cold, she told me about evening, rule-1) Oh, how fool of you that you don't know this. No no, saying one can't pluck leaves after having non-veg would have made sense (considering odia culture), but the thing about empty stomach makes no sense.  You think you know everything, but you don't. No mom, I know that I don't know many things. But sometimes you say things that's just plain stupidity.  You REALLY think one can pluck leaves after having meal ? ( This time she was angry)  No, one can't (I said wh...

I knew it. I knew it then, when it was buried in my heart. An imperfect feeling in a perfect surrounding. Then it stayed there. Sometimes it would stare back at me. Teasing me. Mocking me. Talking to me in a condescending tone.  Was I hurt ? Sure. It was torture. That constant attempt to talk myself out of that voice. Not letting it have it's hold on me. Not going down that rabbit hole only to be left stranded in a deeper underground. A part of me kept growing cold & lifeless. It forms a strange dipole where mind is in one end & heart is in other. The heart asks for freedom & the mind cherishing it's unrelenting clasp. This continues untill there is nothing that a heart could feel. What follows is a long bland void. It was better off when it was hurt. There was movement, there was pain, there was rebellion. It felt strangely alive to be burnt under the fire of doubt & agony.  Now it's just cold. The water that used to flow in a river is now confined in a poo...

It's been a long time since I made a filmy post. So I thought, well, why not I make one today ?  Each year since last 5 years I have kept a record of all the movies that have caught my  attention in the most peculiar way possible.  So here I present 5 unique movies each with their major highlights. Hope you have a good time.   1) Up in the Air - Based on Corporate life - The charm of George Clooney   - Winner of Golden Globe Award  2) Inglorious Basterds  - Based on World War 2  - Suspenseful & surprising story told in extraordinary way  - The Tarantino touch  3) Romancing the stone   - Treasure hunt story full of adventure & a touch of romance  - There is twist  - Michael Douglas at his best  4) Million Dollar Baby  - Sports drama  - It is exciting & heart breaking  - The acting will melt your heart  5) Secret Life of Walter Mitty  - A unique character that you may have ...