Looking at the see-through bubble tents I amazed myself with the ideas of leaving aside everything and having a great time living inside such tents. It’s really easy. I just need to put hand in my pocket and buy myself the pleasure of sitting, staring at the clouds, thinking about nothing and sleeping without a care. Bubble-Tree2-690x517

Why is it so that we like lives of other people and find our lives boring? It’s because we never buy ourselves the bubble we want to live in. Yes, that’s true. We all tend to live in an invisible bubble around us which is made of our daily thoughts. Am I asking you to build an imaginary life made of nothing but thoughts? What we are today is the result of our thoughts in past. I think readers who are reading this have got the answer.

Changing thought process is not a one day process. To buy thoughts is not as easy as to buy two nights at Bubble Tree. It’s really difficult to find your life interesting at a point where you have nothing of what you’ve thought. Hence a research gets much of attention because it states the true fact: 47 per cent of our thinking has aimless thoughts. We tend to get stuck in the very thought process of “I have nothing”, “I am getting bored”, “This is not good”, etc. Slowly we get adapted to such thinking. We accept our life but unknowingly we change our behaviour. In the modern-day book of etiquettes there is no greater sin than that of being dull. We live dull lives. Why?

While I am writing this I am looking at the picture where a chair lies outside the bubble tree tent. Imagine yourself sitting on the chair and have a look at your own life. If you are still thinking of dullness in your life then beware you’re not on the chair outside. Now think of beautiful aspects in your life. See how beautiful your life is. See the aspects of life which were getting ignored when you were inside the bubble. You’ve started your transition to a better life. Well begun is half done!





Have you ever imagined a room at your place where you can read and write? I have imagined it. I wish to build a room which is calm, tranquil, energetic and organised.

The room is rectangular in shape with alpine white colour on three of its walls. The floor is made of wood whose colour and texture complements the colour of room. It is a dark wood colour. I am sitting on a swivel chair which has two separate cushions to rest your head and lower back at a time. The base of the chair is slightly inclined. The chair has a foot-ring like a draughtsman chair where I can keep my legs and then lean and rest my back. I don’t like to get up when I write. But when I write I always find something or the other missing. The chair needs wheels to drag me to the point I want. One of the walls on my left has regular brick arrangement texture. The wall has an array of four paintings arranged in a square format. Two of the paintings have a mystery in it. Other two have a hidden message in it. Near my left leg there is a table made of glass. While sitting on the chair I am facing a transparent glass wall. Through the glass wall I see a garden with bluegrass lawn and Chamomile plants. There is a pond which has water filled for birds and my dog. The walls of the garden are made of stones with texture like the one in Maratha forts. If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. In the morning sunlight enters through the window and lightens up the room. At night the white fluorescent lamps light up the room and I see quiet, dark night outside the window. A good lighting is one of the key features of a good library.

Behind me there is a shelf where I keep my books. The shelf is made up of wood which is lavish walnut in colour. Some of the books are arranged horizontally and some vertically. Horizontal ones are thick and vertical ones are long and thin. On my right I have barometer floor reading lamp which I adjust according to my needs. It has a white light and not the traditional yellow because I find yellow one strong and exhaustive. There is a door to my right which leads to backyard. A small window to my right brings some fresh air into the room.

The top corners of the room have speakers for playing soothing music while I read. Yeah! I have the habit to listen music while reading. The room has no clock. I don’t want to limit my presence in this paradise.


On a Sunday Morning

It’s a cold Sunday morning. I am sitting in the front balcony of my home. There’s a public park in front of my home, full of people, busy doing yoga. I can see sun peeping through skies, playing hide and seek with clouds. Cold winds blowing and making me shiver as I write this article. I take my coffee mug which is yellow in colour with a message “No smoking Only drinking”, in hand and take a sip of Bru Gold coffee with brown sugar (a packet or two). The coffee is strong, dark and hot! As soon as I keep the mug on sides of balcony I start thinking about people who are there in my life. How I met them? How they became a part of my life? I keep my feet on another chair in front of me with laptop on my lap, headphones plugged in my ears and playing “Breathe 2AM” by Anna Nalick. I place my fingers on my laptop keyboard and it reminds me of a girl who used to compliment my fingers. They are long and thin. The way in which my fingers press around laptop keyboard fascinated her. There are other reasons too for her to like my fingers! 😉 Someone has said it right: “People come and go what remains at last are memories.”

I turn on Flava app and it displays a page with date January 12, 2014 and time 9:45 AM. I start writing about people in my life. Sooner or later I hear my sister calling my name “Kabir”, she added, “Have you read today’s Times Life?” She brings the newspaper magazine and I start reading the article having title: “How I start my day”. Fatima Bhutto, a poet and a writer expresses her way of starting her day. At the end of the article I think of myself. How do I start my day? The day began on 00:00 when I was in the middle of chatting with the girl next door. Or did it start with the calls from my mother “Kabir, its quarter to 8:00 get off the bed.” I drag my lazy ass to brush my teeth and my mouth freezes with chilled water coming through the tap. I rinse my mouth quickly to breathe some air in and out. Fuck! That was damn cold. My sister is busy searching a nice song on 5 to 6 music channels aired on our digital TV. I log into Facebook and look for updates from my friends. My friends are as lazy as me, they comment on my status which was uploaded before two days. We are so alike! A writer never goes off his writing. Finally, I start writing at around 9:45 AM and guess what I completed this article you have just read.