Appreciation without any obvious motive bothers me. It may be because I believe that motivated admiration of someone can be detected and ignored, but when an individual sees no potent reason of being praised, he starts becoming a prey. I am not a usual prey. This is partly because I have not given enough opportunities to people to praise me for something. I also give some credit to myself for not being unreasonably exposed to flattery. Recently, I had an experience which left me wondering about my abilities to neglect sweet talk. One of my friends whom I have known for three or four years called me. He is still studying and seeks advice on career and other 'significant' aspects of life, which also includes the BIG decision of when he should lose his virginity. Every time he calls me, he seeks suggestions on something or the other. However, he does not act on any of my suggestions. That does not annoy me. In fact, it relieves me off the liability of having to face any problems i

It will be labelled as selfish to be expecting one’s friends to return one’s favours. But do we actually live in a self less world? Do we not expect our friends to help us especially when they are capable of doing so? Should we really be called self-seeking if we want to believe that our friends will support us in times of distress? ‘I’ll be there for you’. Does that not sound divine? We say we make friends. We choose, from the meaningless crowd, and we see meaning in just one. But do we actually pick friends? Not always. In fact, we do not choose friends in most cases. Circumstances compel our social instincts to act and we rush to find someone whose wavelength matches ours. But I have a feeling that it is not a friend that we find in the process, but a mutual complier. I have many friends. Although I do not assert on it but many of them claim that we are the best of friends. Whenever there is a need, I help them in my modest capacity and they always reciprocate with zest. But these

We all wonder sometimes about the current state of our minds. How is it that I am so sad in spite of things going the way they were when I was happy? Are my hormones showing hyperactivity or is it something else? Why am I so ecstatic? I do not take any drug apart from the usual nicotine in the bed tea. Am I in love? It is when we rule out all these possibilities; we cease to think about it any further. Since I am not a worthwhile thinker, I continue with these swings of my grey cells. Mother says, "It’s the food you are consuming". Could be a reason, but, she has a philosophy for everything with which I do not concur almost every time. When I was a teenager, I used to feel the same way. In fact these feelings were stronger then. But I was told that these are traits of the teenager. But, teen age is long gone… stone age. These days I think its one of those good times when I sense happiness for no possible explanation. I think this has a lot to do with how one wants to feel whe