Hampi: History revised :)

Have you ever wondered if film sites like Sholay really exist? Have you ever found yourself in a place so dramatic in its natural form; you can’t help wondering what sort of people and what sort of life it has seen? In England, they have stonehenge , in India, we have a village full of stonehenge.

Oh yes, I am talking about Hampi, the place where ruins of lost kingdom of Vijayanagar rest.

We spent a very little time exploring fraction of what is there to see, but still, I will go on to say, I had a wonderful time, maybe it was down to having my closest friends around, or the sheer beauty and magical wave of Hampi.

And for the first time in my life, I am not being forced to write a blog, I am writing this out of my own sheer enthusiasm, just documenting the collection of our memories. 

 
Let me warn you, this post isn't about the actual "Things to do in Hampi" from a traveler's perspective , it isn't a monotonous boring description of what all to cover there, its just a point-pictorial description of things we did (&we didn't) in Hampi.

10 things we did in Hampi. 

1) Blend Yourself amongst the ruins.

The trip to Hampi isn't worth it if you cant be a part of the lost kingdom of Vijayanagara empire. 

You need to blend in, and at least try and imagine the life they lived. we did just that. well, by clicking pictures in front of those ruins ofcourse.

2) Explore things on your own.

Exploring things on your own, we have heard that term before haven't we? in college, in office, our managers telling us to "explore", but the real exploring comes when you are at some unknown place, you need to take a walk through the unknown to find the unknown, and I must say walking through the ruins was the best part of this trip.

3) Take a Coracle boat ride adventure.

Coracle, also known as Dongi, is a bowl-shaped boat made of reed, saplings and hide. For one of the most thrilling boat rides complete with whirlpools, high currents and crocodiles, go for a fun filled coracle ride on Tungabhadra river. Riding in a coracle on the Tungabhadra was a thrilling experience.

4) Learn some history.

While at some historical place, its always advisable to take a guide and get to know some facts (also fiction) about that place, we did just that. Special thanks to our guides Krishna and Basaraja.

5) And teach some.

Every group needs a philosopher who carries out his profound philosophies, every group needs a Ted Mosby. We obviously had one *you know who*.

6) Eat well.

What you get when a group of foodies are put together in south India? well, a lot of idlis and dosas and puri bhajis. we visited two top rated eating hangouts in Hampi - Mango Tree and Laughing Buddha. Look at Erika, trying to eat that masala dosa. needless to say who ended up finishing it, Vivek and Russel ofcourse.

7) Click a lot of selfies. 

Okay, this isn't something to do about being at some historical place. its just a fad, I'm talking about selfies, and we did manage to click a lot of selfies (we are not abnormal after all).

8) Climb the hills and relax atop.

Walking 600 steps to reach the top of Anjanedri hills ( the birth place of monkey-god hanuman) was one experience, jumping further and walking towards the dead end was another. the wind was so strong there, the air was so fresh there. it was almost as if we were in heaven. I did some meditation and gained some more profound knowledge to share on the next trip ;)

9) Do a lot of madness.

A trip /travel isn't worth it if there is no craziness/madness in it. when we all meet up, the craziness erupts to the level of uncertainty.

10. Play and relax.

Finally, when you are on a vacation , you do need to relax as well, and the lazy Goenkars that we all are, we kept whole sunday for the thing we love the most -to be "susegaad". We played football, played UNO , relaxed in the pool. Sunday is always about being lazy, and we didn't let that tag go away from us. 

P.S. I scored one nutmeg goal and assisted two. Just look at my perfectly weighted header in the picture. B-).

5 things we DID NOT do in Hampi. 

They say for every goody-goody thing, there has to be a bad thing, to maintain universal balance. well, luckily for us, we didn't do any such things. I wouldn't term these things as "bad". but these are few things which you should avoid while on travel and on vacation. I am glad we did just that. Oh don't judge us by the picture, we were just posing. #honest. :)

1) Sleep like lazy bears. ( oh no! they were just dozing for a while )

2) Smoke in the hut behind parking lot. (oh no! they were just taking a shade from the hot sun)

3) Drink whiskey while looking into the mirror ( oh no! that's just water, we are just posing)

4) Snap the animals around (Oh no! we were just trying to click scenery, monkeys just happened to be there)

5) Imitate the spiritual/sculptural figures. (Oh no! I don't know what the hell I was doing there :P)

Confessions of a Hackaholic

I took the hex dump from wireshark and analyzed it.  The magic header “Gh0st” was clearly visible.

I felt the sudden wave of excitement running through my nerves, but it was soon followed by the pang of nervousness and anxiety. Patience; whispered my mind.

My Remote administration Tool, or “rat” as they call it, had successfully penetrated the machine, now all I had to do is -wait. That’s the thing about hacking; you need patience and luck, lots of it actually. 

If it was a piece of cake, and anybody could do it, where the world would be at this stage no-one knows.

Next, It was time for my payload to do the trick, I inserted my USB, and uploaded the carefully pain strikingly crafted payload in the machine. It was a success. I remember how I had found this Payload on some hack forums and how I had edited and modified it for my own gains. Unknowingly I got a smug look on my face. There are people who keep saying, “you need to be a good programmer to be a good hacker”, and here I was, doing all right, without even being an average coder. I believe, you don’t need to be a good coder, just need to have basic understanding of how code works when you come across it and how to modify it for your own use. Let’s face it, everything that is needed has been already coded, thousands of rats, numerous payloads, nobody needs to write the fresh codes, just improvise. And that’s the gift I had, I could improvise on anything I could get my hands on. I already had such a huge collection of tools, commands, etc.

I scanned through my laptop result thoroughly. There was no green text box with “access granted” field like how they show in movies. This was real life and this was happening. I felt sweat forming on my forehead and it fell on the touchpad of my laptop within whiskers. It was that hot in Pune. Humidity with added pain to use root-kits for this hack was adding to my irritation, I have never been a big fan of Root kits or rats, especially when there are so many vulnerabilities to exploit.

It reminds me of a quote from the movie “The fault in our stars” – that’s the thing about love, it demands to be felt.

In my life, there was no love, and this quote was twisted into– “that’s the thing about vulnerability, it demands to be exploited” – Fault in our windows. That was the twisted trajectory of my life these days.

I checked the time, it was almost past 12. I needed sleep. This was the last hack for the month, just one more sleepless night, I assured myself. Did I believe in my assurance? I doubt so, but I had to make sure I stayed all right. These hacks were getting more and more frequent now, there was a mole in our hacking clan, there is always one. And we needed to find and flush him out sooner.

Just few more hours of waiting, and then I will have the hashes, I will start my script for decrypting the paraphrases and sleep, I decided.

I got up, drank the cold coffee from fridge, looked myself in the mirror, I looked like a drug addict, without actually being on a drug.

I started brushing my teeth and concentrated on the sound which followed, It felt synonymous to the sound my decryption script would make while cracking through every hash-code, if it made any. I was going crazy, I was becoming crazy, or maybe I had become one already.

I lay there in my bed, looking at the fan and trying to decrypt whether it was rotating or revolving. I couldn’t even decipher what the hell I was doing with my life.

I didn’t realize how and when in the middle of figuring out the unknown, I dozed off.

And then, she came…

Like she always does; silent, soothing, supportive, listening, advising, cute, beautiful and the entire goody –goody adjectives combined.

The only problem is, she only exists in my dreams, appearing only when I am asleep and making me join the puzzling pieces of my dreams together to form morbid and vivid picture of that unpredictable beauty.

Her smile is the most unique one I have ever seen for when she smiles her eyes twinkle. And her eyes, well , what can I say about those eyes, when I look into them, I see a whole new world forming, where there is her and me and butterflies and fairies, where peacocks dance to the tune of our love while the angels are busy writing our love stories..

What I most like about this dream girl of mine is the fact that we are on the same wavelength, we connect so well, and the more I get to know her, the more I sleep that is; the more interesting things I decipher about her. It’s amazing really how one person can get you out of your depression, in my case it’s my dream girl. I wish I get sleep whole day and night, I wish I could get time for the same, if I could I would, I would sleep through the whole day and night just to get the dreamy glimpses of her.

“wake up” she whispered in my ears. I was awake in my dreams of course, but I didn’t want to wake up, I wanted to hear her voice again, I wanted to hear her “Wake up” again.

“Wake up”. She said,  I smiled, she slapped me softly on my cheek, the brush of her fingers; smooth.

“Your RAT has settled down, time to decrypt” she continued whispering. The fact that she knew so much of technical stuff was such a turn on but tonight I didn’t want to hear anything of it. She was well read, could write awesome, and was a brilliant conversationalist, all in all, she was perfect; she is perfect.

But the main reason I fell for her was her ability to get the butterfly in my stomach every time she appeared.

I looked at her with sleepy eyes; her smooth and silky untied hair glistened under the influence of oncoming sun rays through the window.

“Do come in my life soon, I feel empty without you” I gave her one of those “I am your puppy” expression. She chuckled.

“I have already arrived, just open your eyes and look around” she winked.

It took me a while to understand her sarcasm but by the time I did, she was already on her way.

“Good” and “goodbye” she said as she retreated through the window while giving me a flying kiss, her slow retreat was complete as she transformed from the diminutive figure into a tiny bright spot which I tried catching into my right palm unsuccessfully.

Loud buzzing sound of alarm woke me up. The sun rays had started entering my room through the window. It’s almost as if my dream and reality were in sync with each other.

It was 6 am. I had slept for 5 straight hours, which was rare. I needed to complete the decryption before heading to the office.

I started the script, made myself coffee and kept pondering about my abnormal life.

Where every other normal guy in town had love in reality and hacking in their dreams, I had the opposite. Hacking was real for me, but love for me remained an illusion, so much of a transformation since the shift to Pune.

Every once a while, the nostalgia creeps in. where I look back at how I was, and how the things were back in Goa.  I have been single for almost 2 years now, I have been clean for over a year now, I miss the love, I miss the care, I miss the fun, I am missing out on reality, I have become so engulfed in this oblivion of my own where in the life seems so unstable, so encrypted, where the only companionship for me includes, the operating systems, the commands, payloads, viruses , malwares, Trojans, the only friends I have are rats, the only task I do is to intrude into systems. I have become so accustomed to these abnormally sleepless digitized nights, that I have lost the difference between reality and dreams, between bots and people, between zeroes and ones. I have lost the count of time and hours.

The zombie look I have acquired will be questioned in office today; people will ask me all sorts of questions like “Are you depressed?” “Are you on drugs?”, some guys will even go on to say “he is from Goa, he must be under the influence of alcohol, he must be high and having a hangover” and as always I will smile for one thing I can’t be is argumentative. I will nod, they will keep quite. And only I alone will know the real reason for my bad hangover, for believe me when I say so, I am never high on weed or alcohol; I am only high on hacks... 

Happy Women's day!!

Today is women’ day and this blog post is tribute to all the women out there who have had a crucial impact in my life some way or the other.

I hardly believe there is any difference between men and women other than the biological structure (and of course make up!)

They say, silence is the blank canvas onto which the world of the work is drawn.

So as I sit here in the silence, facing the window and the tree outside, I see the two love birds, one shivering with cold, and another tilting its head and trying to kiss the shivering bird. I guess the shivering bird must be a lady- bird, cause well, men will be men after-all :P

Now, most people , mostly girls (especially women’s right activist) will consider it as a bad thing, they will call that bird a pervert, “dog” and what not. But what they don’t get is the bird is just trying to make the lady-bird happy. Poor bird doesn’t have any other weapon other than his beak, he doesn’t have a hand or laptop to write a poem for his beloved lady bird, he doesn’t even have money to take her to movie or something, and of course he can’t cook pizza for her, cause well, common, birds can’t cook :P

I am speaking for myself when I say, “guys are always misunderstood”. It has been the case with me throughout. People judge me (well, rather girls judge guys) too soon.

And despite of all this, there have been so many women who have stood with me throughout , there have been so many women who lit me up and in return I have tried to make them smile as much as I can, albeit a little “honesty” some times.

My mother – she has been the most supportive women I have ever come across. If the word “unconditional love” ever exists, its because of mothers. I have been a naughty child, a tough to handle kid and an expensive child as well, despite of everything she has stood with me and supported me throughout, now the term “that’s what mothers do” might seem apt in this case but it isn’t such an easy thing to follow and she has. And I know she will stay the same throughout my life. She is the perfect lady. She doesn’t gossip, she doesn’t plot evil plans like all those daily soap actresses. All in all, she is simple and she has taught me to be simple, loving and caring.

My sister- she has taught me how to fight, really. You are missing out on something if you don’t have a sister. You are missing out on those cute fights for chocolates, ice creams etc. sisters are like those nagging people in your life whom you love to have. Plus they give you a first-hand opinion about what girls will think about your display pictures and other such lame things.

My Aunts- Thank you for spoiling me, for real.  Be it the chicken xacuti they make, or the calls whenever they cook my other favourite dishes.  Aunts are the real reason I get tummy whenever I go to Goa for a vacation. They have been like my escape route whenever I have had silly fights at home. They are like my second home.

My cousin sisters- again, sister word is synonymous to fight and silliness. I can act all silly with them and still be sure they will love me. I act the most idiotic I have ever been, only with them. The weird selfies we take, the lame jokes we crack, it’s all been a wonderful journey having the annoying and silly cousins sisters around throughout. Also, they completed my journals whenever I needed them to. So, they aren’t that bad after-all :P

Granny- maternal and paternal granny, both are another reason I have been spoiled, again, when it came to food. My maternal granny with whom I used to say during my childhood days is the main reason I have become such a sea food addict, she used to feed me all kind of sea food daily. She used to put up with all my naughtiness throughout my childhood days and mind you I was hell of a mischievous boy. My paternal granny – as usual very caring, and supportive, and now a reason to go to village, to adore the nature and to adore her motherly love. The walks in our farms , troubling the workers and blaming it on her. Spoiling the water pump, robbing papayas and mangoes from our own farm along with locals. She knows its me, but she keeps quite. Cause she understands the thrill I get in robbing..;)

Girl friends/ flings/ crushes – okay, here comes the tough part. Now I need to be careful while putting up something here lest I may get killed (beware of the blue eyed pharmacy girl :P) but I am going to say this anyway. Thank you! , thank you for coming into my life and making me realize where I need to improve and where I should have done better. Thank you for making me realize that I deserve better, and in some  cases , thank you for making you realize that you deserve better too :P, I have been a bad person or may be I haven’t, I have been honest with my feelings or may be I haven’t. There have been memories, a lot of it actually, the beach drive, the night kiss, the back massage, the hotel lobby make-out, just to name a few ;) and there have been positives like the makeup/breakup lunch helped me find the best sea food restaurant in Pune where I visit every weekend now. I don’t want to ponder a lot of thoughts over this but what I do know is I didn’t lie to anyone, I didn’t personally hurt anyone for my own selfishness. We left each other (or mostly its they who left me) giving me reasons which didn’t seem valid, or seemed valid, this is one part where I get the most confused, and I have written duality, my brain gets sedated by the most duplex of thoughts ever. And still I am writing this paragraph cause may be in a way they shaped me into a responsible adult who I am now. They made me realize that its better waiting for the one rather than going into anything that moves (okay, that came out wrong, but you get my point right). They are the reason I have been single for over a year now (ironically) and I would rather fall for someone with whom I can get serious or else, not fall for someone at all. Stay single all my life, adopt a daughter , name her after my first crush and live happily ever after as a single father. #peace

Colleagues (office + college)-  I know I haven’t included the words friend here but that doesn’t mean these people haven’t been friends, these people have been my best friends and have made me smile often and in turn I have made them smile often. The laugh we have shared is immense and the small little things we have done for each other have helped me to stay happy throughout the days. I have always had girls in the group which I have got into whether in office or whether in college, and I have been lucky to get the most adorable, beautiful, caring and loving friends in our group, as well as my neighbors. Life has been too kind for me in this department. A girl in friendship group helps maintain a level of decency especially when there are 75 percent pervert guys involved around. A girl in a group limits the vices like alcohol/cigarettes which I despise. There are lot of such advantages. Thank you for being around you angelic friends, you people are the best. I have been in touch with most wherever they have withered away after college / school / work, and I am proud to have you people in my life, I must say.

Best friends- I kept this as a separate paragraph cause these friends have become so damn special that they are more like my family now. Their happiness has become mine and their sorrow has become my point of worry. I have known them for 4-5 years now, and the bond keeps getting stronger. The friend whom I have even had a classic HIMYM promise “if we don’t find anyone till the time we are 35, we have to end up together” and I will have no qualms why it won’t work out, we support each other, we stay in touch often, we know almost every thing about each other. They are not dumb, they are ones with whom I can never flirt, they are both mature and understanding women who both have been through a lot and have become so strong that nothing can break them. Best gift/ pleasant thing/ most motivational thing I have ever received has been given by them, a note which says that my novel will be a success and the Ganesh idol which hangs on the wall of my Room back in Goa. The memories I have with them is just too damn high. You know who you are, the two angelic creatures of my life, the best friends who will be with me throughout till the time I am grandpa or something. Only two such best friends, the both selfless pretty ladies who have been with me ever since we met, supported me throughout, without demanding a single thing, unconditionally, relentlessly, without misunderstanding me once. This women’s day I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

This post might look a little emotional due to the last line in previous paragraph, but in truth I am not emotional at all. Don’t take this as my extra-explanative habit; this is more like me trying to increase the length of this post.

Oh great! Now the lady bird and the pervert bird are actually kissing, perfect!!

 Stop cursing me for leaving out so many grammatical errors and punctuation errors (I know there are plenty). You see , I am too lazy to go through all this again and edit it.  you read it at your own risk, not my fault :P

Okay, now I am typing bullshit and withering away from the very soul purpose why I wrote this post,

What was it?

Oh yeah!, happy women’s day.

P.S. I wasn’t drunk while writing this.

New Year's Leap

We sat there arms around each other, we sat there with our toes dangling in the water below.

We witnessed the last sunset together, and embraced the oncoming sunrise with our dreams to follow.

Uddo beach. It’s my favorite place in Goa. The peace and bliss which comes on this beach is indescribable.

The calmness of sea far away, the chirping of birds in nearby bushes, River water flowing swiftly and merging vast sea, the only shack behind with a mild music, Vagator fort visible few hundred meters away to the west, Morjim coastline visible towards the east and the perfect position in between chosen by the sun to go down, into sea. It’s such a heavenly sight. I spent my last new year here and it was inevitable that I was going to spend this year here as well.

The sunset was amazing, so was the atmosphere. The shack owner had gotten few Rajasthani folk singers and dancers for the evening and it felt great relaxing over the bed and listening to some classical Indian folk songs. Rajasthani songs reminded me of certain someone, a friend who if not for her parents restriction would have been here with me enjoying this pleasant sight. (As usual- more on that later :P)

My mind got transferred to my own kind of a trance. Dinner; chit-chatting; meeting old friends, making new ones, I didn’t realize how the night passed by and soon it was 11.

I came to the shore and decided to call the only person I wanted to before the year ended but as usual, destiny always plays its cruel game, there was a network jam and calls weren’t connecting, I couldn’t tell that person that she remained the best person I met this year (and lot more things).

Anyway, so I decided to lie down on the sea bed away from the noise of friends and other party people who had arrived over there. I started thinking about the success and failures of this year. If 2013 was the worst year for me, 2014 was an improvement. I wouldn’t say the best as I suffered quite a few setbacks, my epistolary novel went unpublished despite publishers liking it fully and even discussing marketing. Liverpool – came so close to winning the title, only to slip it up. It was tragic after going so close and yet not achieving those targets. However as they say we should look at the positives and there were many positives to look after. I was contemplating making a few resolutions, I was in a dilemma of its own contemplation, whether I should be making those and whether or not I would be able to follow those. While thinking all this, I didn’t realize when the sleep fairy arrived, poured sand in my eyes and made me sleep.

And then, - baam! There was a dream. I saw a light, a figure, so disruptive but illuminated, like a shining light at the end of the tunnel. It spoke to me.

“You can call me your inner calling, your daydream or just a shining light at the end of the tunnel. Doesn’t matter what you call me.

Resolutions are hard to follow, but still we should end up making them anyway, because they give us a new hope, a new perspective to look at, a new belief, resolutions give us fresh start, a cloud of hope filled with zeal and zest.

You know what your goals are, go after them, and chase your dreams, stamp on all the distractions. Forget about the people from your past, there is a reason they didn’t make it to your present.”

This Goa trip has been more of a necessity, more about finding myself. I needed a break.

I have not had a productive day in terms of what I want to do, but I sure did have lot of moments to cherish.

Roaming on the bike, Riding along the beach roads, stopping on the way and playing football with street kids, scoring a van-Persie style volley.

Attending friends birthday party after so long, wishing each and every one around. It had been a good vacation so far, but I can’t go on living the normal life. I am not born to. When that light spoke to me, for the first time I realized that despite going after the clichéd romantic novel on friendship. I should be writing something which I have always wanted to write, even before I wrote that epistolary novel.

A story about underground hackers and underground hacking. A true revelation about who were they, what happened to them and where are they now. I have always felt that this mystery our country deserves to know. Our people need to know about these unsung heroes who fought day and night. Mostly nights. To avert the major tragedies in cyberspace. The treaty, the pact which almost brought in the third world war. Everything. The prolonged kept huge secrets from normal human beings, they deserve to know. This light has enlightened me and has given me a new found motivation. I will not be specific about my goals or dreams or anything for that matter in this blog post. But, I have found it. I have found what has been lacking. Reality.

Someone came and woke me up just before it was midnight.

The fireworks going around the whole Morjim coastline towards the east and Vagator beach and fort side towards the west illuminated the whole sky as we counted it down for New Year. The hugs and handshakes followed, the smiles were exchanged, fireworks kept bursting, and the flying lanterns were released. Joyous and happy mood of my friends and others around made me nostalgic. I liked the feel of having all smiles surrounding me. It made me feel, well, happy for once.

As we entered 2015, we all friends decided to make a move towards the next destination, a floating restaurant filled with friendly Russians in the middle of the river off the coast of Uddo beach.

We hired a boat which took us to this newly opened floating Restaurant. It was at the point where river meets the sea. It’s an amazing location with Vagator fort one side and Morjim coastline other side. However there was one problem. The water was really shallow and filled with rocks in between. The boat couldn’t take us to the restaurant deck.

The boat guy apologized for the inconvenience; he was surprised to see the water level so low. He told us that during low tide they sometimes carry a ladder but sadly he didn’t have that ladder with him currently as it was suppose to be high tide.

The whole plan was about to get spoiled. The distance from where the boat halted to the deck wasn’t very far but it was risky owing to the rocks in between.

We waited there for 5 minutes, and then Rahul decided to do it. He stood on the edge of boat and jumped off it. The long lanky legs of Rahul helped and he made it without even rolling. Seema followed it, and the enthusiastic her made it as well. The stout and short bubbly Nilesh, who was high already jumped in without thinking and he almost fell on the rocks but luckily Rahul and Seema helped him off. Rachel, Areeb and Alisha followed them and made it safely albeit a little rolling on the deck. Now it was just me and Vishal carrying his huge stature, on the boat. Vishal looked at me, “I am doing it” he said and without thinking twice jumped off the edge of the boat. I didn’t think he will make it but he did, with a huge thud that floating restaurant deck vibrated vigorously. He shouted loudly and all of them celebrated. They all looked at me from the deck and I was stranded on the boat. I looked at their smiling expectant faces waving at me calling me over; I walked till the edge of the boat, my whole year’s life flashed at me for split of second.

It was the year I met a girl I met who instantly got me over the depression of the lost love of last year.

It was the year I got job into the company I wanted and the field I wanted.

It was the year I matured as a person.

But,

It was also the year I wrote a serious epistolary novel which reached the final stage with publisher and went unpublished.

It was the year I started second book and abandoned it.

It was also the year of lot of flings and confusions.

Overall it was a mixed bag of a year for me, and I was scared that this jump may or may not take me to the deck of the floating restaurant. For all I know, I might fall off on the rocks in between and seriously injure myself.

I looked down at the rocks, those were the distractions, and those were like mistakes from my previous year. Those were like my low points, or the people from my past who were pulling me back.

And then I looked ahead and saw the smiling, excited faces of my friends, my future, and the perspective in their eyes, the optimism and belief that I would make it.

“Just take a leap” whispered my heart.

I smiled as I heard the tune of song “prophets” by AC Newman playing in the background. I jumped.

When in air, I felt the burden of my past ease off, the lost love, the flings, the disappointments, and failures, everything shredded behind. I was leaving a chunk of my toxic figments behind. I landed on deck and suddenly felt my shoulders light. The cheering and enthusiasm of my friends surrounded me. The new vibe, New Year, and the new beginning.

We spent the major part of 2015’s first few hours partying hard with the Russians on that floating restaurant until the boat came back at 5 am in the morning and took all of us away.

Nobody spoke a word while on the boat. We all had smiles on our faces. I stood by the railing and felt the early morning sun rays on my body. I felt alive.

It was always going to be a day of resolutions. And at that very moment I made my first.

I am not going to reveal what the resolution is since I feel resolutions are always to be kept secret, within our own selves.

One thing I am sure of though, I am going to write the best chapter of my life on the very first blank page of 2015 J

Happy New Year !!!