Fruits from Thin Air

Unlike before, I don't have the same enthusiasm to express myself, but I must say, I am dying to get a lengthy time block where I can pick a book & lose myself in a different world.  It's not like I don't have things to write about. In fact, I have too many than I had before. The difference is that, I feel like I could do things which are more urgent & important than writing something for the sake of writing. Secondly, I feel like previously I had the luxury to look at my own life, the world & form a point of view which ultimately I used to translate into writing.  As a matter of fact, now I am immersed in the mundane events of my life, so deeply that it's hard to look at it & form a point of view of any sort. On the other hand, things are quite different when it comes to READING. I have never been so hungry to read. May be part of the reason is that, these days I don't read on a daily basis, like I used to read before. That same old reading-appetite...

He was like an animal from a different planet. Very fondly his parents named him "Sukua". He was 15 & was working as a helper at SAHU'S KITCHEN, a 3 star hotel. But you don't know him if you don't know about his beloved. Nothing makes him happier than the smell of his beloved, rum.   Every night, after work, he would keep pushing Sahu Mausa, the hotel owner, for a 100ml bottle of rum & as usual, mausa would come up with his regular response "Shut up ". But what bothers him most is when he catches Sahu Mausa passing a bottle to Bisu (his senior co-worker), every single night. But oneday, he got an idea.  After his job, he reached the hotel bunker & broke the news : " Fire. Fire. Hotel on fire ". Every other staff rushed outside only to discover that it was a prank pulled by Sukua. They returned to the bunker to make it even with Sukua, but he was sitting like a stone. Not a single word. Just a weird look on his face & eyes toward...

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...