One more time,be stubborn.

When you feel like giving up, when you feel everything is going out of your reach,when you feel like you’re not enough to get it done.Now do whatever you want to do except one thing, never ever give up. Giving up on something you’ve been chasing for all the years,this is the terrible decision you’ll ever make .Magic happens when we don’t give up,magic happens when we put in our best, magic happens when your stubborn heart tells you to try one more time.Because the universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart.

The summer tales

If I ask you what’s your favourite season, I bet you won’t add summer in the list. I think as kids the worst part was to write an essay on something you never liked. I mean what’s good in a season where the scorching heat is at its high,you get thirsty in every one hour,the energy evaporates just like water from the ponds. But then you will never deny about the fruits you get in summer, nothing can beat mangoes .The moment you taste it,the sweet pulps touches your dry lips,when your taste buds feel that sweet and chill flavour,you forget your stress for a while.

Tell me your dream.

“What do you want to be?”

“I want to be a soldier.”answered the 7year old me, ignorant of the real world,away from the stereotyped and mainstream dreams that society has make us to pursue.

When I turn over the pages of my childhood,walk through my memory lanes, I just get overwhelmed with all the desires I had in my bucket list. Like all I wanted was to grow old and buy more chocolates, candies,and fill my piggy bank so that I won’t have to ask anyone for pocket money. The then me had spent all the nights over the rooftop listening to all the mythological stories and freedom fighters struggles.My town is best known for freedom fighters and it always amused me how just two people made a flawless plan, fooled the British and stood against the crowd for their rights. We didn’t have any access to get paperbacks or magazines,my father always have some best kept stories with him, anytime, anywhere. My favourite ones are always mythologies and freedom fighter’s childhood stories, especially Vivekanand’s and Subash Bose’s stories.Those were intriguing,it was never enough for me,and I will ask my father to keep repeating same stories many times.How Vivekanand had a sharp memory power that he remembered a book only in a day,how he was so devoted to goddess Kali,and of Bose’s stories I always liked how he escaped from his own house without getting noticed. This was something more of rebellious, I as a kid always had this thought of sneaking out from my home once ,like Bose,but it’s okay some wishes just never come true. Talking about Bose,I always heard that he was the real fighter like we see in movies,the one who fights back and doesn’t run away like a coward. And this 7 year old me had heard that Bose isn’t dead, he’s somewhere hiding from us,and he’s still fighting for us even though we’ve got freedom. So what I had planned was to become a soldier and I had convinced some four of my guy friends to join me and we’ll be an extra part of Indian National Army(INA) that too in the late 90’s. We the kids kept on pursuing the dream,we used to watch fight sequences in movies and practice them in real ,with one motive,”getting back Mr.Bose,our hero”.The scene kept on going for days ,then months and we were so high on being soldiers that I remember we used to put mint talcs into our eyes so that it’ll get cleared and while flying high we could see exactly where Mr.Bose is. And our get-bose-back training camp was going on track,then reality hit us,hard enough on my face just to realise dream isn’t what you see ,dream is what people make you to see. As kids you are only asked what do you want to be and the question just remains the same,the answer changes,you change it .You change it with what your parents want it to be. I was in standard five then,and we had this district level scholarship test which a kid appears along with the annual exams. So the pressure was high, I had to prepare for both the exams,time was less. There has to be a solution,and yes they found it,they cut down the wings of my airplane which we the young INA had made to rescue our hero,to get something you have to sacrifice something,and I sacrificed my pre soldier training camp which they named unnecessary playing-time. To join the mainstream I killed the dream of being a soldier,to think about it ,yes it may sound lame now. But that’s how the wings of the little ones are pulled off, that’s how we are made to do what others want us to. Just think about it once,do we really let the kids pursue what they want to be,or we just ask the question for the sake of asking “What do you want to be in future?”

Is technology to be blamed?

On a brief note and not to sound like the one who always criticizes for every tiny problem and puts the blame on others.In this tech savvy era , where to breathe we need technology first and then oxygen,where the panic attacks come not because you missed your bff’s function but you forgot to recharge your data pack.An era where everyone starts their day with fb notifications,whatsapp forwards and the rituals of doing prayers,pujas are too old fashioned or say who-has-time-for-this is the new fashion.

We the people are often get blamed for being impatience,and always taught to learn how to keep calm from our elders,the common phrases to be heard are “look he’s 60 yet so composed”,”what has happened to you,why so impatient”,and it goes on.

Has anyone ever thought why we are going this way,why can’t we wait for a minute to let the traffic light turn green,why can’t we wait for our friends a minute extra so that they can ride smoothly and reach us ,why can’t we wait a day extra for the right product to come and not accept those tampered ones ,the unhealthy ones.

Let me tell you why,it may sound lame but have we ever thought about having everything at our fingertip with one click has also an disadvantage,having everything with just after placing a order,just after payment done successfully has also a down side.It makes us not to wait longer,it makes our brain so faster in the virtual world that we expect the same pace in reality as well,but you can not get things done in a click in the living world,you have to wait for the right time,and then comes the consequences of using technology for every tiny thing,we become impatient,we can not get through the waiting time,we want to skip it just as the ads in YouTube videos,we want to skip and jump to the main task but reality doesn’t have a skip button,and we should learn it before things get ruined.

We can put the blame on anything we want to but we should keep in mind that we always get in our plate what we have asked for.So give a thought what are you asking for?

Splash: I miss you baby

I miss you,even though you can’t hear me, I want you to know I miss you,terribly with every passing second.
I miss you,for being there through out those lonely nights,for making my heart a little lighter every time I tried carrying those unsaid emotions.
I miss you,and I crave for your presence more than I’ve ever asked for anything,and I want you right next to me the way you always were here,like a free soul, immersed in your own little world.
I know life goes on,and I also know we don’t have control over things that took you away,I know with time every wound will be healed, I know you must be somewhere resting in peace.
But I don’t know how to wake up every morning without having a glance of yours,when the darkness will haunt me who will I ask for a company.
Does time really heal everything,and what about the memories?

Right from “The draft folder”

Dt 8.1.18 Time 3:44pm

With all the anxiety I logged into my gmail account just to check if any new hangouts text has been received,and praise the lord there was this morning greeting”morning,hw r u”.Yep she has this habit of not ending the sentences with right punctuation,and I have been habituated to read them with perfect emotions.She has this habit of making typos with every single text,and I somehow always figured it out what that line could be.May be that is how our tuning was set,from her unspoken words to the silly typos,I have managed to read the meaning of every color she has added to my life.

The leftovers

I am an early bird,and I never found it chilling untill I met her.She was a nocturnal, yes we both were two opposite charges .

She always asked me to wish her in the morning and before I head to sleep, and when you re in love ,you will follow evry single word.What about me?Umm Yes I was in love with her,upto ears.

So the journey went on,every morning I will wake up either texting her good morning or replying her the same.Not a single day I skipped doing this lovely assignment,not a single day I missed waking up reading those beautiful conversations we had the night before.

Now when I wake up,I scroll down the notifications to check what if there will be any cute morning wish waiting to be replied,but the thing I am missing out is It was I who chose to bend the roads that were meant to be travelled together.

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