Baljeet Gujral

One of the facts that I believe is, to make your blog readable - put an interesting tagline :-) By now I already have you interested in reading this (if you are a member of my opposite sex, though not essentially) or even if you are an animal of my male kingdom; you might just find this a worthy post to go through. Men !!! We are loved and hated for strange reasons. Reasons unknown to us. It makes me wonder, why would i be liked even if i grow a moustache?? Is'nt it a hygience factor that you look clean rather than choosing hair growth on your face. But some women admire men with facial hair. Fair enough !! Life is a matter of choices and I don't have a right to object on anyone's personal agenda. Coming back to the point - sometimes we men are hated even for the silliest reasons like we did'nt call up to inform where are we straying late night. Hello, do we have a life? Ofcourse, I am not targetting the whole women fraternity. Its the agony of men that I am potraying.

My first ever blog. As a kid, I never thought that I had the potential to pen down anything. I wasnt shy but was low on confidence. My ability to grow as an individual only came to light when I started looking outward. I had this immense urge to speak out things which I felt. However, I felt my grip on expression of thought hugely depended on my writing ability. So, here I begin with the subject closest to me....True Love and its endless search. One of the recent plays that I had seen at Prithvi Theatre was called 60 seconds deep. Well written by Nayantara Roy and good performances by other actor crew. My closest pal Atul Mongia was playing one of the leads too. There were many interesting & thought proving concepts explored in the play. The play is majorly about city life and monotonous things we get involved as people. All of us are constantly searching for something. In the play actors referred that thing as "it". No one knows what is "it", but are deeply imm