I have been blessed with a photographic memory, and I have always been proud of it. I never forget faces, and I don't forget people's destiny patterns. Well if I am pathetic in something then it is the sense of direction. I cannot remember the way to a particular place until and unless I am guided a least 10 times - that too by the same route. If you use a short cut to reach the same place, then I will consider that as a new route!
It is rightly said that 'with age and experience 'wisdom' automatically creeps in - even if you are a retard psychologically.' Those were the days, when I have spent 2 to 3 sleepless nights when some stranger sent me a hate mail or some jobless desperate woman called me a cheat on Yahoo Messenger without revealing her identity. Looking back, I can only smile at my ignorance and the way I handled the situation!
Out of many prayers I have for God, one of them is to give me a decent death. I don't mind dying in my sleep, or in a plane crash or being shot dead. But then my soul surely won't rest in peace if I die slipping in a bathroom or by a coconut falling on my head! What kind of death could that be? And what will my close ones say to people who come and ask for the reason for my death! I don't want to leave a giggle on the faces of people who have come to grieve my passing away.
The concept of sanyas always fascinated me. I didn't grow up with Amitabh Bacchan as my role model - but then people in orange robes, and long beard snatched my attention always. Since childhood I loved the way Jesus Christ looked, and wanted to be a Christian priest. It didn't materialise. Later it was Shirdi Sai Baba, then Swami Vivekanand, and then Osho. Yeah, I wanted to be like them, hence may be I imitate them too.