Tuesday, February 14, 2017

I love my Blog

 I take on the baton of Blog Love from Aseem

Hello, people , I hope you all are doing great. It's been a long time since I wrote something on my blog. It's your motivation and constant encouragement that keeps me going. 
On the work front, I'm terribly busy. So busy that I don't even have time to look back at the place that I loved visiting and that has to be my blog. It's been this space on www where I spend most of my teen days and early twenties where my thoughts and ideas translated into stories. It's in this place where I wrote some amazing stories and you guys appreciated it through wonderful comments that only inspired me to write more.  It's the same place where I've also written some bizarre and weird stories.  Your presence pushed me up to a new level. I know it's difficult to get back to Blogging once you climbed up the corporate staircase and hardly have time for yourself. I hate myself for the same reason that I'm not writing much these days and I abhor myself to the core.

This is the valentine's week where lovers around the world would spend time with their loved ones by letting them know about their importance in their life.  So this blog post will be about my blog and why I love my blog. Blogging was once a trivial thing to me. It just started as a random experiment while I was fidgeting with my college computer during my database practical session. It was during those boring sessions that I chance upon a random blog. By then I never realised my hidden potential and it was writing. Writing came naturally to me while children of my age used to use Navneet Digest for English essays. Greta miss once told me that I should focus more on writing and asked me to mull over a different career as she thought that I had a great talent and I could really make it big in the writing world. But like any other Indian family, my life juggled between Engineering and Medicine because I was not given any other options. But I was excellent in studies too! I remember Greta teachers words when I started the blog. Since then I used to post my stuff online that include stories, poems, random ramblings and much more. I still remember the first story that I officially wrote. It was called 'The Fourth Seat' and was about a girl who was raised by her foster parents and later embarked on a journey to find her true parents in India. It was followed by many crazy stories. Now when I looked back at the old days I  feel sad because I had ample time in this world for things that I really loved doing and that was writing. 

I  remember that during those days when the blogger friends used to crib about blogging and not having much time. I usually used to snap their theories and tell them that if you love doing something then you would ensure that you would find time for it. It was unusual for me then because I was a student then! But now when I mull over the words that I once said, I feel annoyed at myself, may be I judged things too much. I really want to get back to regular blogging like blogging once in a week or so but sometimes we feel to realize that things never happen like we think. We cannot dictate terms and conditions to our brain.  It's not designed in such a way and that's why it is called as a complex organ. 

Another key factor is that I discovered many like minded people in the blog world with whom our thoughts sync. From the lot, many have turned on to be our great friends and many have even turned out to be best friends. Various blogging communities do have a crucial role in this and that role has always been a nice one.  I was once a member of an Israeli bloggers network and I've made some good friends there with whom I'm still in touch. That website got shut long ago and its owner is now a product manager at Facebook. I'm not feeling good at the moment as I'm suffering from fever and chill. I'm typing this from my mobile phone because I no longer find interest in blogging through my laptop. I even launched my laptop but my mind had some other plans and I had to destroy that plan and I am writing this bit through my mobile phone using an application called Evernote. 

Talking about blogging will be a never ending affair because I can go on and on for any duration. When I retrospect my good old days, I feel that life has been rude to me as it has snatched many things that I love or love to do. I may be irregular in blogging but I  would want to let you know that it is the best thing that happened in my life and I'm completely satisfied with it.  

I love everyone who lands on this page through Google search or through various social media networks. I want to express my sincere gratitude at this moment and thank you for always being there for me throughout this journey. I love my blog and everyone who has supported me in this journey. 

 I pass on the baton of Blog Love to Prateek Mathur
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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Searching for the answers..

Searching for the answers..
There may have been several instances in your life where you may feel low and down. Some people label those days as a phase but sadly the one who suffers has a better opinion about their sufferings. Unfortunately, god has programmed every individual in a way that no one can understand or analyse what's running through the other person mind. Sadly, individual sufferings are limited to the individuals who suffer. It is easy to empathise or say kind words about the one who suffers but that actually doesn't help.  If so then who actually helps?



The concept of God is weird. Every faith has one supreme power whom some refer as their only almighty power. It is this person who handles us and we are bound to all his instructions. But does he really cares? Many holy books cite that the almighty is the one who will heal you and freed you from all your sufferings but have you ever thought about the scenario where the almighty himself hates you. Well, many might say that we all are his amazing creations but is it a rule that almighty won't hurt his children. Of course, even a mother would be harsh to her children if they are found guilty of committing any sins. But she isn't stupid to hurt her children just like that! Yeah!

But sometimes there exist people who doubt the mere existence of God. I never felt so or maybe I did when I was deep immersed in my melancholy. Those were the depressing days of my life where many unusual thoughts used to haunt me every night. But still, I moved on. Those were the days where I questioned the existence of god because he never answered any of my prayers. It's strange when I come across people who give amazing testimonies about God doing miracles in their life. Sometimes it's hard to believe that and sometimes I just can't stop believing. A human mind is constructed in such a way that it would believe in miracles only when it has witnessed one.  But unfortunately, I have only heard about almighty colouring lives of people with beautiful colours. And sometimes you question yourself asking what sin have you committed that you deserve such a punishment. But many times we fail to understand and believe that certain questions have no answers and we have to accept what is offered to us. Miracles happen at places where hope resides. Hope is everything that we all have and being hopeful is not wrong. I see myself see-sawing between different gamuts of emotions and my heart refuses to stay still. 

For the past few days, I have been through a difficult phase and every day I pray to God for strength and peace because that is what I need now. I am hopeful that things would be fine and better days are up ahead. 
These were few thoughts that remained arrested in my mind. I hope to blog soon. Blogging has something which is amongst the best thing that happened in my life and without this, I wouldn't have met many amazing friends. In fact, I met few of my best people through blogs.
I hope to see you all soon. Till then.. have fun, prosper and progress!
Always smile because I smile when you smile :)  
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Friday, January 06, 2017

One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 6 (1/1/2017)

31st December, 7 PM. Like every year he was busy discovering new girls at a pub. Playing with women's heart was his favourite hobby. His eyes never failed to locate hot girls. 
"Hey, baby! your place or mine?" He enquired a gorgeous damsel. 
"Of course mine! Room 349 at La'Meridian. 11.30 PM," she said and left.
Having reached  La'Merdian at 11.30, he stood perplexed as he saw the keys on the door of Room 349. 
After 5 minutes, he opened the door and saw police officers raising guns at him.
"Where is the Black money?" 
The gorgeous damsel was an income tax officer.



Written as a part of #FridayFotoFiction

Read  One Night Stands from the previous years.
1. One Night Stand on 1/1/2009 - The guy and the innocent girl
2. One Night Stand on 1/1/2010 - The guy and the fiery girl
3. One Night Stand on 1/1/2011 -  The guy and a random girl
4. One Night Stand on 1/1/2012 - The guy and the other girl
5. One Night Stand on 1/1/2013 - The guy and the hot girl


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Saturday, December 31, 2016

100 * - Throwback 2016

Every blogger in this blog world aspires to reach a milestone for some period of time. Like some might want to write 1000 posts. Some might wish to publish a book and many goals as such! When I stepped into this year 2016, I never had any blogging goals as such. I was even sceptical if I would even have sufficient time to blog or even visit my blog. But on the last day of the year, I feeling relaxed and perplexed at the same time. My blogging calendar every year starts with the One Night Stand on a New year night post that exposes the life of a  mischief monger who preys on innocent girls. Each post of this series conveys messages that have a deep meaning associated with it. But unfortunately for the past few years, I've been disturbed for some reasons as a result of which I couldn't blog better. 


I am not a blogger who brags about statistics as such. But sometimes the realisation that you got some many amazing people reading your blog itself amazes me. But seeing my blog reaching a milestone always awakens the blogger inside me. To be frank, I never thought I would be a better blog. I am a lazy blogger. I come across many bloggers who put in so many efforts despite doing their everyday chores. When I compare myself with these folks, I  feel ashamed. 

On a personal front, there is nothing great that happening in my life. The much-desired job switch never happened though I  would closely work on improving my skill sets this year. I thought of working on some new skills and tools but unfortunately, that plan itself went for a toss. But still, I won't complain and crib about 2016. All that I ask at this point of time is some mental peace in my life.  Maybe I need to go for a short trip.  Parents had been looking for a girl for me to get married. Maybe that would get postponed for some period of time. 
I never visited any new place this year. I am disappointed with this. It's okay! people can get busy too. In 2017, I'll work on my aspirations and goals. I got to get fit and get going. I know life would be painful at times. But ignoring all the problems that life offers will make your life better. I will continue with the 2017 blogging with the ONS posts. 


I will contribute to a poor student's education and maybe even plan to sponsor his fees. I have many plans as such but only things will say. This happens to be the 100th post of this year. I have written 659 blog posts in my 11 years of blogging. But I have never published 100 blog posts in any year. The closest that I reached to 100 was 99 in 2015 and 95 in 2009.  Writing 100 blog posts in a year is not an achievement but it satisfies me as a blogger. I'm happy that I did this! It has been pending since long.

I am back to regular blogging!
Let the force be with you all! Power to you, my dear people :)



‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
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The Ultimate gift of Life

The Ultimate gift of Life
For years, I craved for the purest form of love. Love, to me, was the name of a place that I had never heard of! When she stepped into my life, I was confused for a definite phase thinking her to be another random stranger who would eventually bid adieu to me some day after showering me with love. But that never happened. Her love for me was what money to Donald Trump and Camera to Narendra Modi. She loved me crazily and somehow when I reflect back I realise that it was the same love that I actually pined for since ages. She filled the void left in my life by my mother whom I admired the most.

Her unconditional love inspired me in a lot of ways.  Her love spoke of bonds that stick together. Birds of same feathers flock together and I thought that we both belonged to the same breed. We both were made for each other. I still think of those amazing moments when I held her hands and walked down the street where I met her for the first time. It was a flea market at Town side where she was arguing with a vendor. Her voice instantly attracted me. I was buying gifts for my friend's daughter. This was new to me. I was never allowed to walk out of my house for shopping or even to enjoy life to the fullest. Papa feared that there was a constant threat to my life. But after Papa's assassination life veered out drastically.  Mother kept me away from the party men who desperately wanted to get me into our party.  I was never fond of politics.  



But the day I saw this pretty damsel, I fell in love with her instantly.  I liked the way she walked, she talked and her every single gesture inclined me towards her. At a closer glance, I realised that she was a pretty woman.  Maybe the Lord himself had sent her into my life.  I was drawn closer to her. Her eyes were the most riveting feature of her face. Eyes adorned by beautiful eyelashes mesmerised me.  An arched eyebrow sat over her mascara cladden eyes. Every time she blinked her eyes, my heart skipped a beat. Her perfect arched eyebrows looked like the bow of an archer as if it was ready to pierce my heart any moment. Her long haughty nose spoke highly of elegance. Her rich looks, her rosy lips and the milky smooth skin attracted me. It was then I realised what people often call as Love at the first sight.  Love to me was something too trivial for me until she stepped into my life. One day I gathered enough courage and expressed what my heart had ordered me to say.  She hesitated at first and even refused to accept me as a part of her life. But somehow she realised that I was made for her.  She never knew about my background. Being the ex-Home Ministers son never gave me any kind of happiness in my life just that I was guarded by security men and police officers everywhere I went.  I asked her out and that day she promised me that we could be friends. But later, the friendship bloomed into love and love turned into something that defined my life.  She stormed into my life and I gave her everything that she wished for.  I gave her my share of happiness into her life. I painted her life with beautiful colours. She was the ultimate gift of my life that I'd ever received. For someone who craved the purest form of love, life became too generous and fulfilled all my wishes. Living a life together with her was my only dream.  But that dream was short lived.

Now, tears copiously roll down my cheeks after  I see her walking along the footpath after finishing her jobs. Oh, Lord! Is this how you treat my precious Queen? I asked looking skywards. A melancholy struck into her life and the entire world turned upside down.  For once I had promised her that - 'even if the sky comes falling down, for you there is nothing in the world I wouldn't do!' But I remained there helplessly watching my lady love walking along the street. I soon follow her from behind. I wanted to tell her that I'm there to instil back the lost happiness. But sadly by then, our life that was filled with beautiful colours, the colours started fading away!  She rummaged through her handbag for the house keys.  She located it and managed to open the door. I quickly entered and followed her inside. She lolled on the couch and looked at our wedding photo.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she touched the photo. 

"I'll not let tears invade your face !" I said this to her during the early days of our relationship and I helplessly stood there watching her cry.
'Oh lord, you can't do this to the ultimate gift of my life,' I said to myself.
It was the same time that my beloved lady's hands reached the Good Knight active plus vaporiser machine. She plugged it and switched it on.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.................." I screamed at the top of my voice.
I collided with the wall. During this process, my wings brushed against the wall. 
Her life had become a living hell since the day the goons from our own party jabbed the knife into my stomach and killed me.
"I love you...," I said and closed my eyes. My wings detached from my body as I lay there in a state of stasis.

 ‘I am writing this post towards #Blog&Celebrate contest by Novemberschild'
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When the Darkness fades to Light..

When the Darkness fades to Light..
Stranded alone in an unknown place, I felt myself plunging deep into darkness. But why would someone dump me into a place like this? I thought to myself. Visibly irritated, I started cursing myself.  Damn! I dashed myself against the narrow walls and with each passing days, the wall started turning more narrow. It was awkward and I was getting uncomfortable. 

Weeks passed,  my million questions remained unanswered.  I saw myself growing strong. It was during those days when I used to hear a babble of voices around me -sometimes songs, sometimes stories and sometimes even quarrels. They never ceased to amaze me.  I used to smile every time I listened to her voice.  Each passing day made me more curious. I wanted to talk to her and my every attempt to talk to her went futile.  I desperately wanted to meet her and tell her that she had a lovely voice.  As I was floating inside the pool of darkness, I felt a sudden touch.  This touch made me happy.  I kicked the wall whenever she did that. At the same time, I would hear a laughter. 
"Oh seems they like me doing that!" I kicked the wall again. 

I soon began to understand that she found me precious. We both developed a strong bond. I couldn't wait to meet her and feel her external touch. I loved her. I wanted to kiss her and hug her tight. I soon began to understand that she aspired something big for me.  
One of those days, she began to screech in pain. She cried and her pain was unbearable. I never knew what happened to her.  The moment was getting tense. I was growing anxious about her.  I could hear different voices once again. I never knew what to interpret from that. 

"Almighty, I need her badly,"  I cried.
I could feel her cry and her painful screams. With each scream, I found a shift in my body movements. 
"This is weird," I thought to myself.

I was scared as I saw something grabbing my head and trying to pull me out of the dark passage.  The woman shrieked loudly as that object pulled me out. I realised that even I possessed that object that held my head. But mine was tiny. I was slowly pulled out of the darkness and for a moment it was bright all around. There was no more darkness in my life.  I felt a ray of light hitting my eyes and  I saw a person with a mask. He cut the tube that offered me with food and nutrients. Another person wearing the same attire wiped me neatly with a towel.  The scream stopped and the person handed me to a woman. 

The woman was visibly beautiful. She kissed me not just once but thrice. I saw a glow on her face after she saw me.

"Welcome to the world, my little baby," she said, smiling at me. I beamed with joy. She was the same woman whose voice I heard when I lived at the dark passage.  Finally, I saw her.  

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She placed her hand on my body to which I smiled. 
"I'm never leaving you," I said to her through my smile.
Everyone standing there smiled. I held her hands tight. She kissed me again and that was the happiest day of her life. She kept looking at me and through her eyes told me that I am her bundle of joy and she would raise me like a King. This first touch invoked several feelings of joy within me. This beautiful woman was my Mother, my guardian angel and the sole reason for my happiness.
‘I am writing this post towards #Blog&Celebrate contest by Novemberschild

Friday, December 30, 2016

Season's Greetings: Vacationing made easy

Season's Greetings: Vacationing made easy


Vacationing is a brilliant time for one to escape from the regular monotony and living life differently for a limited span of time, spend the time with family and see the world around. But does this feeling of independence and happiness last longer? After the vacation the levels of joyousness suddenly drop to baseline levels, and the feeling of remorse sets in very quickly.

There are several ways to keeping the pace of the work back after vacationing at a good level. What problems we usually face after a long break is to getting back in shape with our daily routine affairs. Things like feeding the pets, running after kids, signing paychecks, and normal day to day activities become as boring as ever! And this is when the butterfingers are needed. 

We all need that helping hand, especially if it’s a workaholic city like Bangalore. Travelling back to pavilion after one-night treks and trips to Bangalore’s exotic locations. And then, we tend to procrastinate work and slip out on time for completing our targets. With maximum youth in the city and tech-oriented workaholics, almost everything is made available at doorstep for us. From ordering food, to carpooling, buying gifts, home services, housekeeping and even laundry services. Among all, online laundry services in Bangalore are one of the most searched and used services. Households, especially students prefer this service the most.
 With maximum students coming in from India and abroad, the pressure of maintaining one-self with the tight schedules becomes difficult. And these in-hand services are what come in handy with just the internet and smartphones. So the next time you plan a weekender , do not forget to use the laundry online so that you have your clothes ironed for work the next day when you come back home!


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Friday, December 09, 2016

Acceptance




“You okay?” Ashok asked.
“Actually, tensed,” Deepika replied, “You know my family will disown me forever.”
The sudden cool breeze kissed them as Ashok held his arms around Deepika.
They both were getting married today after several years of dalliance.
He looked straight into Deepika’s eyes and said, “You will always be mine.”
Deepika smile and said, “Yes, I trust you.”
“You look like a Queen in this attire,” Ashok said to Deepika.
“After all, I am a woman in a man’s body,” Deepika smiled.
They’d accepted themselves but the society didn’t! Acceptance is what they both craved for!
 


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Saturday, December 03, 2016

My First Job

My First Job
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

I'm at loss of words if  I'm asked to talk about my first job. I can't imagine the number of days I waited for my joining days. It  was the great recession era and hence the joining date for us was delayed by a period of 6 months. I had  secured the  job through the third year campus placements and by far that was the turning part of my life. My excitement grew more since then but because of the delay it soon faded.  There wasn't a single day I didn't refresh my mailbox.  But my happiness hiked  when I saw the letter. 



I had my joining location as Pune. For someone who wasn't used to wake up before 8 and a momma's boy, it was difficult to acclimatise.  But I did manage. We underwent an initial training programme to be eligible for projects. After successfully completing the project, a major shock awaited me. I got my first project and I was posted to Noida. By then, this place was known for many wrong reasons. I felt weird  and helpless. I tried talking to the HR's but they bluntly asked me to resign if  won't join the Noida project. The phase was such that there was not much IT jobs. I had to listen to my mind and when I think about that decision I don't regret. 

I somehow joined my  project. The positive was that my friend was with me. We both struggled to find a house for rent. When we settled life moved on and there was never looking back. The first day at project , Noida decided to greet us with hailstorms. The solid particle fell on my head and it did hurt me. The wind was so strong that we hugged a tree to save us. Our clothes were messed up as we fell on the puddles. It was embarassing for us to enter our ODC in such a manner. Every one looked at us and it was awkward. I never knew we would meet our Project Manager at such a state.  We were given formal Knowledge Transfer and soon we became productive. But there wasn't a single day when I didn't think about my family.  I used to cry for hours. During one  Skype call, my mother broke in to tears when I informed her that I was having problems with the food. Life had did injustice to me and I had spent sleepless nights. My digestive couldn't digest the nasty foul smelling Rajmah Chawal at our office cafeteria any more. I found solace in a group of Bengali friends. They all loved me as their own. 

I got to understand a lot about the various Project models. I worked on the live projects and  got to understand the requirements as I closely worked with the business folks.  That laid the foundation for what I am today!  My Manager understood my plight and soon sent me to Pune. 
The First Job is memorable to everyone.  I had a troublesome past that even continues till today. But still I have fond memories of  my first job.  I never had timing issues as I worked in the US shift and flexi hours through out my career. First Job was indeed memorable!

Friday, December 02, 2016

The Esteban Rock Concert


“Abba, I’m going to attend Esteban’s Rock concert this weekend,” Mustafa stated.
“No, you’re not,” his father, said brusquely
“Abba!” 
He was a diehard fan of Rockstar Esteban. 
How I could even afford to miss my idol Esteban’s concert when he would be performing in Mumbai, he thought.
He decided to ignore his father’s words this time and secretely booked his tickets.
It was Saturday. The entire Mumbai complex was packed with over 90 thousand Esteban fans.
Esteban sang his favourite “Freedom Sake...” song
Mustafa spotted his Abba and ran towards him as he saw him pressing a button.
KABOOM!!!







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Sunday, November 06, 2016

Are you really Happy(?)

Are you really Happy(?)
The concept of Happiness sometimes amazes me.  The idea of Happiness isn't really about buying stuff that give you immense pleasure or being with someone whose company you cherish! If such was the idea of Happiness, then I should be the happiest man on earth. Happiness is all about being happy with the small thing that you possess. It may be something that triggers and rekindles all your special memories and makes you travel down the memory lane. 



The other day when I stopped at the junction, I saw a young girl, cheerfully smiling hovering around from one vehicle to the another. Though she sold flowers , there was something unique about her.  Happiness for her was different. And sadly the definition of Happiness for us is different. With changing lifestyles,  our life has changed too.  We no longer cherish the time that we spend with our loved ones. We are too busy with materialistic things that we fail to provide quality time for our own people. Remember that materialistic things are the most deceiving. The happiness behind owning a costly iPhone over  talking to your ageing grandma might be different. But again, it is really difficult to define it. It depends on the perspectives. 




So,I urge you all to be happy whenever possible. Real happiness comes in doing things that we love. I , for instance, love writing and writing transports me into a completely different world. That's what makes me happy!



So be happy! And tell me what is real happiness for you ? Are you really happy (?) 





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Dear Zindagi

Dear Zindagi
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Dear Zindagi,

One blog post won't fill in everything about  the special bond that we share. Such is our bond! The constant ups and downs have not only taught me a great lesson but also moulded me into a stronger individual. When I was young I had big dreams in my eyes. 

I had plans of settling in Europe and dreamt of starting my own business. Maybe you had other plans for me that I fail to recognise. My dreams got crumbled and eventually I found myself like a fish floundering on the floor. That's a great pain. You have been like an entwined headphone to me.  Almost half of the time, I have only wasted all my  time making it straight.  It has been a painful journey throughout. There has been no trace of  joy but yes I saw happiness for a brief period of time in form of some people. You sent me people in form of friends , few of whom were true to me and my friendship and the others who backstabbed me and changed with time. That phase, between 2006 to 2012 , can never be forgotten. That was when you tested me! It's funny that at this moment of time, all the dark thoughts surface in front of my eyes one by one as I type this blog post. Quite evident how disastrous my life had turned into! 

It's okay to be sad but let not sadness alone take you down. Sorrow is a strong emotion that holds an important area of the human brain, even more stronger than happiness. I cheer myself when sad thoughts embrace me. Music is my saviour.  Though most of the time, I feel like stranded alone on a deserted island, I would like to say that life got shipwrecked.  At a time, when I was recovering from a nuclear bomb bombarded on my life by Almighty, I soon saw him dropping another bomb. This was even more, stronger and powerful than the previous one that impacted not only me but also my kith and kins.  I see darkness all around. They say if you smile, your melancholy would eventually fade away. But I would snap saying, how can you even smile when you are in darkness and got no hopes from life?  Every time I step out of the home, I look skywards and ask Almighty, " Will you again paint my life with beautiful colours?"

At a time, when youngsters fly around with their wings in pursuit of their goals, I realised that my wings were cropped. With cropped wings, how could one fly so high?  It was then I attached wings and flew in search of my dreams. Dreams are the most difficult things to materialise. To fulfil your dreams, you need constant efforts, support and motivation.  In most people's life, there are people in form of best friends, parents, siblings,  who assume the role of motivator. But in my story, I am the writer, actor, director and storyteller. I am the custodian of my own dreams and playing the role of a  self-motivator is phenomenal. During my home away days, I once mentioned that I see skeletons in my closet. I still see them , but they have grown in quantity. I see hope fading.

Behind every dark cloud, there is a silver lining. There indeed is a silver lining. Miracles happen where hope resides. I'm still hopeful , dear Zindagi. Would life change if you flaunt an animated smile ? Nope, but it only makes you better. Smile a mile and kick all your sorrow out of your life. I understand that this post is full of melancholy but I can't really help, I'm still trying to embrace my life and make the best out of it. Life is what you make it.  Though I'm struggling, I am still finding ways to make it better because I am the actor of my movie and I have to make it big. 

Life is a picture of a painting I am nowhere near, but one day I will find that and keep it with me. I won't say smiling erases all your sorrows but it keeps your hope intact. True  that, when God shuts all the door when you are in darkness, he keeps one door open. Almost half of us eventually give up after trying hard to spot that opened door. But we fail to realise that it is an invisible door and God has  a right time and moment to open it. And after that life will be full of happiness and you will be brimming with joy.

Life comes with  terms and conditions that there will be no happiness forever. So learn to embrace life and everything it has to offer you. Embrace sorrow because  like I said before it moulds you into a stronger individual. 

Aye Zindagi gale laga le,
humne bhitera har ek gham ko
gale se lagaya hai
Aye Zindagi gale laga le
Hum ne bahane se, chup ke jamane se,
Palkon ke parde main ghar bhar lia
tera sahara mil gaya
Aye Zindagi gale laga le



So dear Zindagi, don't smirk that you have succeeded the first of the game between you and me. I am going to win the second half of the game and win this! Keep SMILING 

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