Stop Assuming Things

I have travelled places. I have met so many types of people. Regardless of how distant you are from them or how much you are close to them, almost everyone seems to have an opinion about me. Is it just me who has faced annoying predictions like “you must be so famous in your college”? I want stop that person right there for blindly saying a pointless thing and tell him that I lock myself in my room and play games in my phone. But is it really worth being easily disturbed by such sayings?

In this type of situations, I first see the credibility of that person before getting into any sort of arguments. If he is not around me and we just happened to meet out of nowhere, he might be saying a rumor that some other person has started. In that case, I can easily shrug off and move on to an actual fact based conversation.

In worst cases, that person might be most important to you and that my friend, hurts a lot! Just that one random question from your closed ones puts everything into perspectives. You start to think, after all this, is this what she thinks of me? What if this is what was in her mind from the very beginning? And before you know it, you are stuck in a LOOP. You are still overthinking and losing control and that person asks you again “did I offend you?”. How can you not be, for all you thought the she understood you completely.

In the end it’s all a one sided view. You cannot be judged by anyone. So pretend you didn’t hear anything that person said and move on.

An Amateur Sketch

She is lady Flawless. A charming face that shines from her surreal inner beauty. She carries a magical power which is out of vicinity of muggles like us. She is not simple as she looks. Beneath those Picasa drawn curves is a heart that is tough as a stone. You are blessed if you can feel the gist of it or you might be lucky even to sense a perpetual presence of her.

Her touch can light a chandelier, can make a flower bloom. I envy her for being so complete in everything. I sometimes get lost trying to find out what she hides in her minimalist replies. She doesn’t try hard to sound perfect for she just is perfect. She makes no attempt to get attention. That’s her strength. You cannot hold your thoughts that are already noticing her which is your weakness. You could chase her but never even get close for she is what you desire but not what you deserve.

Each attempt of me to describe her is a failure. So let me just pen down and be glad that I met her.

The One Where A Fiasco Happens.


If you closely look at things that happen in your daily life, you can completely stop searching for inspirations to write. Our lives are more dramatic than a Bollywood movie. Makes you stop the time for a second and ponder “Is this fuck really happening?”. I could stop a stranger and tell him about this incident and he might not believe that it is real.

Last Saturday, I woke up from a nightmare only to realize that there is another nightmare up ahead. The nightmare was “the last exam”. I cared less as there were still two days for preparing. I spent the Saturday watching cricket and the Sunday by updating a really buzzing Facebook status. There was another match on Sunday but it got washed out due to rain. There I was, sitting with my buddies having dinner. My buddies had some important work other than a cricket banter so they chose to leave. They waved me good bye but I completely misunderstood their gesture as “Hey, we paid for your food”, I yelled “Not necessary, please don’t”. My friend looked puzzled. He came to me and said “we’re leaving, good night”. “Did you pay for me too” I asked. He said “NO” and we shared some awkward embarrassing looks.

I came back to hostel hating myself for being so stupid. The time was 9:14 pm. Here is what I wrote in my personal diary. “Cloud Computing Challenge Read”. My plan was to finish 3 units before I sleep because the exam was at 7:30am, the next day. An hour after sexting texting, tweeting, checking scores and reading two or three lines from the first unit in between, the following drama happened.

Part 1 : The Uninvited Guest

There was a knock on the door that turned into a bang on the door. If that was another horny hosteller asking me for porn, I would have punched him right in his face. I opened the door and it was my friend “The drinker”. He rushed in and laid on my bed. Drunk and high as fuck. The Sweating asshole is really innocent when he is normal but in times like this, he pisses me off more than Andrew Strauss. I know he would start whining in few minutes so I tried to lift him up and push him gently out of my room without creating a scene. Jesus Christ! Drunk men are so heavy.

Then he went humdrumming me about his past, his present and I don’t remember the rest. I lost interest and kept saying “I understand”. Sometimes that’s what you should do. Keep repeating “Everything will be fine” “I understand” “This a tough patch, it’ll pass”. How could I read in the middle of this? He just wouldn’t shut up. After wasting some serious amount of my study time, he left my room. I checked the time, it was 12:15am.

7 hours from then, I had an exam to write. I skipped some topics and jumped straightly into the second unit.

Part 2 : Game Of Brains.

Another knock. This time there were two people quarreling about a topic and needed me to settle the argument. I knew they wouldn’t stop if I gave diplomatic answers. I opened the door and they asked me this question “Is it possible to use a T9 keyboard in an android phone?”. Even though I hadn’t used a T9 keyboard, I firmly said “Yes, It’s possible”. It wasn’t like a “what if The Hulk picked up Thor while Thor is holding the hammer?” type of a question. As soon as I said that, one screamed “YESSS” out loud and another gave me an amused look. He was certainly pissed at me for not taking his side.

My pissed friend asked me “Are you suggesting me that one can switch his keyboard from Qwerty to T9?.” “Yeah, that’s possible” I said.

“If you can do that, I’m ready to do anything you say and if you fail, you both should accept that you suck at tech” he said.

We were not ready to succumb to defeat either. I accepted it. He gave us 30 minutes. I didn’t fear losing to him, I feared losing in the field of android being a computer science engineering student. But it was a cake walk for us as we found an app in Play Store that had everything we asked for in just a 2mb file. We installed it and changed the “keyboard & input method” settings. Boom! There we had it. A T9 keyboard on his phone than a QWERTY one. The look on his face is something I will not forget. We had a victory dance and the punishment he received was humiliating.

Nothing good happens after 2:00 a.m. When 2:00 a.m. rolls around, just go home and go to sleep.

I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I was under pressure and in no mood to study at the same time. The pages still looked fresh from the Xerox shop. I set an alarm for 4am hoping that I would get at least 3 hours to study and revise.

Part 3 : Disastrous Morning.

A knock was gradually turning into a thump. I woke up and it was the same friend who lost against us last night. He was in a hurry. He took the toothpaste off my bucket stormed off. I checked the time. It was 7am. There was not a single minute to think about anything else. I opened the last two units and wrote all the important points on my hand. Then I revised the only unit I had studied last night.

7:15 am. I realized I hadn’t even brushed. I took the face wash and kept it back because I had all the answers in my left hand and there is no way I can wash my face with a single hand. I dressed up and looked at the mirror. I left the room.

7:25 am. Everyone is outside immersed in books and last minute preparations. Some people were taking selfie with an over confidence of not failing in a single subject. As I passed without noticing anyone, I heard someone say “Look at him, the topper. He must have read and revised everything at least three times but still looks tensed.” Should I stop and explain everything that had happened? Why should I even care what others think? They will still think that it’s a made up story.

I reached the exam hall. It commenced at 8am. Not a single question came from what I had written on my hand. Madam Professor Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter was assigned to the classroom where I sat. She wouldn’t let us borrow a pencil sharpener let alone copying. I made up my mind that no matter what, I’ll answer whatever that comes to my mind. I filled the pages as if it was my personal blog on cloud computing. I came out and as I walked away from the hall, I felt, even though I messed everything up, it gave me an unforgettable memory.

Have you ever had a dramatic day with surprises that left a mark in your memory? Share your experience in the comment section.

Thank you! Have a Great Day!


Happy Mother’s Day!


She is my mother, She is my father
The lady who brought me into this world,
I’m an open book to her,
A little sneeze, she knows that i’m sick,
A slight lower voice, she knows that i’m worried,
My well being is her only concern,
She is the one whom i truly love.

Thank you mom,
for wiping my tears,
for protecting me from the predators,
for lullabies, for head massages,
For believing in me,
and for never giving up on me.

Here’s to all mothers. Dear readers, Hug her and wish her or else Call her at least. For she is the most unselfish person there is.

Happy Mother’s day !!

Have a good day!

Being Normal.

Do you wear the same dress everyday?
Do you just for a moment,Wonder,
if that person in the mirror is you?
Was your today just like yesterday?
Or have no idea about tomorrow?

Do you hide your food?
Do you walk around in boxers?
Do you dance like a heated popcorn?
Do you Fart out loud when you’re alone!
Do you pee till there is a Pee-rgasm?

Is your tooth brush on your socks?
Is your underwear still wet from shover?
Have you stopped oiling your hair?
Are there too many icons on your screen?
Do you blow up a conversation too Early?
Are you near a socket charging your phone?
Are you too hairy but you just don’t care?
Are you 20, fat, haven’t had your first kiss?
You are trying impress nobody but still looking for a lucky day?

Is your answer YES to all these questions?
Yeah! We’re normal people.
We have small dreams,
That’s where we are headed,
Being reckless is our style,
We have a rich lovely smile!
We let our fate decide things,
Our thoughts are scattered,
But hey, we are just doing fine.

The Scary Phone Call.

You can argue all day that you had a bad day than your bored friend who is tired of listening to you but just not confronting it, Well, after reading this, you all will agree that I have had the worst.

It was a yesterday. The day had nothing interesting than a cricket match. I had no plans to go outside, bump into someone and be recognized as a north Indian. Good night messages were approaching. I was sleeping with my laptop charger. I was alone in my room and anyone hardly noticed me because I had turned the lights off. I was halfway down the dreamland.

And then, my phone rang.

I follow a rule. If I am sleeping and someone calls me, I don’t receive it on the first call. Only after 3 or 4 missed calls and something tells me “shit’s ’bout to happen”, I pick up. By the time I realized how serious this call was, my phone had buzzed 7 fucking times. I woke up. I waited for a minute and it rang again. This time, I received.

” Hey this is me. I hope I am not disturbing you. How are you doing”.

I yawned while she said this and tried to sound less groggy.

“Hey, Hi, nothing much. I was just reading some book. I am doing just fine. What about you”

She interrupted

“Listen, this is my dad’s phone and I don’t have much time to talk. I wanted to tell you that this will be our last call”

Let me tell you all one thing. She is my junior who regularly takes my advises as if I am Lord Varys. How regularly? Once in two months. And after every phone call, she repeats this same trash that she isn’t gonna call me anymore. I am no stranger to her weird behavior.

Hence I said. “This is the hundredth time you are saying that. Okay, take care. Bye”

“No. This time, It’s my final call. I have had enough of living ignored by the people I care. I don’t want to live anymore. I am done. I can’t hold this anymore. Bring a flower when you come to my funeral. I will haunt you if you don’t miss me after I die (giggles)”

“What! Are you out of your mind?. Do have any idea of what you are saying right now”

“Yes. I have thought this through. This is not a sudden decision. Thanks for being with me through my tough times. You have a job now. Go get settled. Live a happy life. The more I talk to you, you will fill me with words to distract me. So here it is, a final good bye, don’t call me ever”.

” hey stop… ”

She had cut the call. I still called her back, texted. No reply. What the fuck just happened!. I don’t know what she did after that but she had already stared haunting me as a ghost. What had gone wrong? I was left with trauma. I had a incomplete dinner. I was already in shambles before this call and now even more wretched. I am living a nightmare that doesn’t seem to end.

I’m powerless.


Let us smile
Just for a while,
To show ourselves
That there is a side unaffected,
By our shitty little fights,
By our twisted pointless thoughts,
By the endless sadness around
By the thousand fears that surround.

We have had enough,
Of taking feelings too deep,
Of living too seriously,
Of often getting lost,
Of breathing so heavily,
Of sleeping so late,
Of making the same mistakes.

Let’s all move on,
From failures and grief,
From all the times you felt a blackout,
From the illest epoch we went through,
From the people who didn’t deserve us.

Let’s live a life,
With a big large smile,
Let the chips fall,
Where they may!