Things to be cheerful about

Before you begin reading this write-up, I must warn you that it might involve a certain amount of cribbing, although the title suggests otherwise. However, in my defense I’m entitled to it, for November has been gritting, ruthless and rather unapologetic about it; especially on CA students like me. The first half of the month went in appearing for exams and the rest of the month trying to reconnect with the world. Surprisingly, the latter proved to be the more challenging of the two tasks, for it seems as if I’ve lost all my socialising skills in those months I spent living like a hermit. That, coupled with the fact that I was rather vexed this morning, led to pretty melancholic foreday.
However, as thanksgiving had just passed and the fact that I had resolved to not do bad days anymore, I decided to list down things I’m grateful about.
Most of the list consists non-sensical points. Nevertheless here are some of them:
1. December is here.
No matter how much you despise the other months, you just cannot feel the same way about December. December is a joyous month as there are so many things to look forward to: the weather, Christmas, holidays and most importantly my birthday (it’s on Christmas eve incase you’ve forgotten or are unaware of)

2. Unintelligent banter, which go like these, do happen from time to time,
H: I think people are weird.
S: Even I think everyone is weird except me.
H: So do I.
S: Really?
H: No, not really.
S: I think that’s the most lamest conversation we had.
(And the gleeful laughter that follows)

3. People would take time out of their busy schedule to list down things to be happy about, albeit the fact that conversation like these would follow:



4. Getting lovely and motivational letters and mails such as these before exams from friends and family alike:



5. And most importantly there is love. Yes, my dear readers, it does exist, albeit the fact that it might seem otherwise at times. For the fear of being too cheesy or too non-machoistic I choose not to elaborate of this topic 😛

So my fellow readers, no matter how lousy (or not) the year has been, its December; the time to bid adieu to the year that has gone by and embrace the many more eventful years to come.

Signing off (in a rather jovial mood),
Harsh Kundnani.


On how Facebook and Candy Crush has ruined our lives.

So I’m sitting in the train, looking at my fellow commuters and all I see are heads bowed down. Almost all of them, besides a couple of guys dozing away to glory, are staring at their mobile screens either furiously scrolling as if might miss something of significance if they don’t reach the end of the page by the end of the journey, or playing this game popularly known as candy crush. The purpose of the game evades me like the way Charlie Sheen misses cocaine. I could very well list down the reasons for me disliking the game (chronologically or alphabetically as you prefer) but I shan’t bore you with the details. However for records sake, the game requires no extraordinary cognitive skills nor does destroying candies gives me any pleasure and hence my disinterest.
Facebook, however is a different ballgame altogether. Here I would like to, try and point out the way it has affected the society:-
1. Not so recent studies shows that Facebook causes depression
2. It has pretty much intruded the privacy in each and every compartment of our lives.
3. The notifications we receive almost daily has lead to unmeasurable angst. (Especially the stupid candy crush notifications. Seriously will you all stop it! )
4. Since Facebook is mostly used to spy on people, it has pretty much singlehandedly caused a downfall in business detectives (refer technological unemployment) used to get from wives and girlfriends (okay, I had ran out of points).
Ergo, although these are just two small examples, it doesn’t need a technophile to conclude that technology has replaced the brains of our generation and unless we rise our heads above all this (not metaphorically) we are doomed to be a slave of it.

Signing off,
Harsh Kundnani

The Raconteurs’ diary

Around 3 years back, when I was new to the world of blogging, a friend had requested me to write down a story. At that point of time neither did the notion of penning down a book entice me, nor could I imagine myself as a raconteur. Nevertheless a couple of notions had been formed back then and have been nagging me ever since.
In these past few years I’ve had my share of ups and downs as a budding writer; ergo the lack to time. I did try my hand at a couple of short stories, with one of them still in progress. However, since the last few days, due to the abundance of time and the ubiquitous inspiration found in the beautiful North East cities of India, the nagging sensation has become much more predominant. So here I am sitting at the foothills of the mountains, donning the metaphorical writers’ hat, trying my hand at my first real story.

Signing off, with the hope of penning down my first full-fledged story.

Starting afresh

It has been a while since I’ve fired up the laptop with the sole purpose of writing a blog. The prolonged absence(almost a year) was due to a couple of unfortunate events (re: failing Final CA exam). However here I am, enroute Delhi via train, watching the silhouettes of trees and mountains as they pass by, unperturbed, for those who genuinely care about my writing (however few you’ll might be :D). In all these months I have formed in my mind several write-ups on various topics ranging from politics to chess to raconteurs. However as I try penning it down today, most of them seem vague and absurd. Thus, ‘a long break’ has been added to my list containing reasons for writers block.
In other news, I tried my luck at Ghost writing. The money sure is an added bonus but the feeling of the knowledge that my work is worthy of being published in the papers and on the web is just unparalled.
Checking out with the hope that I find the time and the motivation to write many more blogs.

Signing off.

26th November 2014.


Right now he’s just content sitting out there. Gazing at the cars which zoom past by. He knows there’ll come a time where he’ll suddenly feel restless. He’ll get up and do something. Something with a defined motive. Something that will bring about a change. He knows that time will come soon. But right now he’s just content sitting out there. Gazing at the cars which zoom past by.

15th January 2014


Dear anyone,

I see ol’ Jack sitting out there alone. The boy thinks he’s in a limbo and he’s starting to get paranoid. What he is unaware of is probably the fact that almost everyone like him is living in a limbo. Unlike him, most are even unaware of this, and those who are have accepted the condition. Maybe even I fall into that class of people. Introspection doesn’t help anymore though. The myriad of confusion prevails.
Most of you’ll would consider this as ramblings, extraneous and muddled. That’s the way life is. I offer no solace.

Signing off,