Grish's blog

One of the best things in life that I never take for granted is going home after a long, tiring day and having my family ask me if I’ve had dinner already. I mean, I don’t care if you bathe in a tub of money or if you have a zillion fans throwing themselves at you. For me, family is still the most important thing in one’s life (along with faith and friendship, of course). I think it’s rather sad that you see people everywhere talk about how much they love their new Macs, that or a cup of ridiculously expensive coffee, yet, it’s so rare to hear them say they love their families. So let me be not one of those people because I tell you, I LOVE MY FAMILY LIKE WHOAH AND I FEEL EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO BELONG TO A LOVING HOME. Right, this entry is for and about them - my parents (my sister needs a separate blog post altogether). My parents are such characters.I was raised in a normal middle-class, nuclear household in the maximum city. I’ve lived in the same neighbourhood since I was born . My

Feeling lost.. Either way out looks gloomy, But I am not left with other options... Should I stay in and not move on... Or should I move on and not look back... But here's where I belong!! The road at the end of moving on indicate with light and laughter I kept looking and thinking Undecided on deciding... Staring into blank space and misting my eyes Oblivious and deaf to the sounds of the present, Left speechless by the extent of possibilities Yet too numbed to move for the fear of obstacles.. Feeling Lost... I lost my present, to the future, The future that happened when I was still looking and thinking... Now that the future has happened, I am still lost - in a new place.