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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