Thought Shots

So finally I've begun writing about the greatest story ever told: the Human History. And I don't intend to begin by talking dryly about Harappans or Mesopotamians here. I want to start by using the three words found at the start of the world's most read text: "In the beginning". And I want to start by talking about History's greatest hero and most revered being: God (and He's still going strong, by the way). So, in the beginning, we had God who created everything around us. Or so the Holy books say. Throughout history, if there's anyone who has most impacted our lives without actually having ever been seen, it is God. From our very birth onwards, what we eat, what we wear, how we see the world around us is dictated by our religions. And all this is done to ensure that our guy in the sky doesn't get mad on us. He is in everyone, in everything and he is all-knowing. He is perfect, the purest and without his wish, not even a leaf can move. But you

My favourite book is Mr. Nehru's 'Glimpses of World History'. Even now when I stumble upon this book, I am transported back into the time when I first read it. When I was very young, only thirteen. And though the letters written by Mr. Nehru were meant for his daughter, they were pieces of writing that any child could have related completely with, even if that child in question was I. Friday morning, when you wake up and realise that your office is later today than usual, and you chance to see a book that you haven't gone back to for ages. You begin reading it and it were as if you were sitting right next to the author. Seeing him tell his story. And you suddenly move back a hundred years in time. Well, about 86 years to be exact. 26 of the last 86 years in which I myself have walked this earth. Still finding my way. Not 'there' yet. But when you compare that quarter of a century to the time that has passed in human history, you are reminded of the smallness o