Live n Let Die !

We all sooner or later reach a station in life where we get bogged down with pressures of managing our past or present relationships, business/job, health, feelings of redundancy or irrelevance. I say, insert a twist in the tale…spit out the unsavoury, ignore the unwanted, begin dancing to your own tunes, wink at yourself remembering peccadilloes in Piccadilly/Pan Bazar or Police Bazar, raise a toast to yourself, and sing at the top of your voice Dr. Alban’s “It’s my life”. Let your hair down, love yourself unapologetically, and be a harmless hedonist. Cheers to the free spirit…flowing or otherwise. Live n let die*.

(*the sad feelings)




There is a difference between what we force ourselves to think what makes us happy and what makes us happy.

We weave a web of artificiality around us with threads of self-deception constantly seeking approval, affirmation and admiration outside, from others, from reflected glory, rather than from our inner self, our own core.

Very often we do and say things in order to prove to ourselves and to showcase to others that we belong, we are part of: “the happening, the in, the cool”, that we have arrived. We mindlessly ape, fake, run after the pseudo.

Whiling away time on the false n frivolous, shallow n superficial, there is not a while to spend on the important, the worthy…that which is fulfilling and those who matter. We search far n wide for what we ourselves extinguish what is inside and immediate….our priorities in people, places n pass-times.

Is this really what we want? Have we lost it all?

Joy from a child’s unadulterated laughter, re-reading umpteenth time that favourite book in tatters which warms the cockles of the heart, rhapsody of that uplifting symphony, magic of the silent fireside moments spent with parents, nostalgic scent of the first rain, camaraderie of sharing a stale joke for the Nth time with back-slapping buddies in worn out tees over chai pakoda, sinfully savouring stolen chocolate well past midnight, or the liberating feeling of breaking into a shower-dance to the tune of Rod Stewart’s “some guys have all the luck…”….Ladies n Gentlemen, if that is not bliss what is ?

Face it…not everything can be found on Facebook, we can’t order happiness on Swiggy, and we can’t Google Joy!

Let’s regain the paradise lost!


“CSS”…..Have we seen a Clan so Smart n Suave ? Oh….what Style, what Substance…be it men or women, girls or boys ! CSS…lo behold… we belong ! CSS….the name unfolds history, centuries old genesis, legacy of the illustrious ancestors ! CSS…the name brings nostalgia and  many a maudlin moments !  CSS…where the relationships are unfathomable ….as very deep they go, and defy distance, age n time ! CSS where it is not incongruous to find uncles often offering exotic wine n cousins Assam tea : )

CSS…where life is celebrated every moment, at every turn…not to speak of colourful events n vibrant wonderful weddings ! Ohh CSS…when we all meet the joy intoxicates, happiness overflows and the back-slapping camaraderie enthrals.! CSS…where we have immortal iconic Gola, where gatherings are gay, and festivities galore! CSS… where the light- hearted banter, the jokes, the leg- pullings, the odd sermons, the pics of events in our lives…. shared in person and on the App keep us anchored ! CSS…where concern by all for all in the clan is genuine, love unpretentious and warmth abundant ! CSS….where the ancient family tree has grown humongous and branches spread out far n wide…but roots keep us rooted, united ! CSS….how blessed are we, for the family here is friend !

CSS…where gaiety rules, fun never ends, and laughter never dies !  CSS…where there is drama in real life and life is lived king size ! CSS…where, songs are songs of life and dance is spirit of freedom ! CSS…where there is pride, but no prejudice…..where proximity breeds care, not contempt ! CSS…where bonding breeds bonhomie n belonging brings bliss ! 

CSS phenomenon….eyes light up at its mere mention.…It’s Rare, It’s Infectious, It’s Crazy, It’s Beautiful, It’s Magnificent !

Cheers !