Words of a Lunatic Scribbler

Life, many people have defined this word as life is a race. Yes it is definitely a race but for me I would define life as a canvas, a plain canvas. We all are placed on the earth for a purpose and that purpose is to paint the canvas and finish the painting of life. Eleanor Powell once said: ''What we are is God’s gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.'' That is exactly how life works. Our beginning point i.e. our birth is fixed but where we lead ourselves is totally in our hands. We have the hues and paint brush, all we have to do is choose the right colour and paint our heart out. Life is not as hard as a race but it is as beautiful and meaningful as a painting. -A Lunatic Scribbler.   

As the airplane landed on the land of dreams, a vibe of positivity ran through my veins. The city welcomed me with rain. The rain of Bombay is different, as the rain drops ran down my skin I felt really fresh. The people of Mumbai, popularly known as the Mumbaikars are really open minded and are free from everything, even though each and everyone is struggling for something or the other they manage to keep an energizing smiles on their pretty faces. The best part of this ''Mayanagri'' is everyone is busy, there are really no nights. All have kept themselves busy in some kind of work irrespective of their age & gender. And to add to the Mumbaikars' glory-everyone is filmy. No doubt the land of Bollywood influences the very cell of mumbaikars' bodies. Starting from the black and yellow taxi drivers to the hotel staffs all are Bollywood lovers and are full of energy. The Pav Bhaji and Vada Pav created an impression on my taste buds. The Gateway of India, ...