Wouldn't you agree with me if I say that life is full of intrigue. Well, mine was. Never had I come across a day when I had to vilify the deity and say "Why God, Why is it this way ?".
But today I am honestly asking him so.
150 days back I came across a path less traveled, a road not taken by the herd, a show where I dealt with news, views, opinions, masti, mazzha, gossips, and even my take from the bulky Vidhya Balan to the brown eyes that Aaradhya Bachachan got from her father.
It was one bumpy ride. 150 days went by and today when I sit down to write about the 150 days in 150 words, I am dabbling in my mind those myriad thoughts and memories, I hope wouldn't fade away, ever.
In fact, I confess that I have eidetic memories, when I think of Club FM, Cochin and an Air- Conditioned On Air studio.
Well, on the 150th day, this is all that I had to say ....
It is indeed difficult to let go off a mic, let go off a console and let go off a darn black headset. "Why God, Why is it this way"
But today I am honestly asking him so.
150 days back I came across a path less traveled, a road not taken by the herd, a show where I dealt with news, views, opinions, masti, mazzha, gossips, and even my take from the bulky Vidhya Balan to the brown eyes that Aaradhya Bachachan got from her father.
It was one bumpy ride. 150 days went by and today when I sit down to write about the 150 days in 150 words, I am dabbling in my mind those myriad thoughts and memories, I hope wouldn't fade away, ever.
In fact, I confess that I have eidetic memories, when I think of Club FM, Cochin and an Air- Conditioned On Air studio.
Well, on the 150th day, this is all that I had to say ....
It is indeed difficult to let go off a mic, let go off a console and let go off a darn black headset. "Why God, Why is it this way"
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