Posted in fiction


Saturday Night. Old friends.Conversations.Bitching. TV. Music.Food. Cocktails and Mocktails. Wine and Beer. Hot and Cold.Love.Longing. Security.Happiness.Good time.Memories.

Saturday Night.Party time. Friends. Friends of friends.Old friends. New Friends. Networking.Food.Spirit. High.Low. Pleasure.Panic.Love.Hate.Pride.Insecurity.Mind games.Conversations.Misunderstandings.



There is a deep and cosmological connection between my birth, my parent's decision to name me what they did, my profession and my education. This brings me to the conclusion that fate is predetermined and like in Hindu mythology, is written by Brahma when someone is born. Example: My name is unique. I did my grads in Psychology. I then did my masters in HR (offshoot of following all the psychos). I then did the ultimate decision of joining an MNC in ............. beat it, BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT. So, I have the concept 'MAD' in my name, my education, my choice of career and all the milestone decisions of my life. Now, is it predetermined or what ? :-D

One thought on “55

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s