How I started writing…

Hey folks! Let me tell you that I never believed I was creative or good at poetic and literary works. While I was in school, I was introvert and reserved as hell. I shied away from talking to many people or doing anything other than regular academic work. Little did I know that something was hidden inside me.

Back then, I never used to express my feelings. I failed how much ever I wanted or tried to do it. I never really knew that I could do that very well through my writing.

Through my graduation, things remained pretty much the same. By the end of final year, I used to put up little posts on Facebook about whatever I felt like.

Some one and a half years later (while I was pursuing my masters), something happened at home. My parents were upset with me. My inability to express frustrated me from inside. I wanted to explain them several things. I wanted to stand up for myself and tell them what I felt. But I couldn’t. I was so perturbed that I took a notebook and a pen and started writing. While addressing my parents, I wrote everything. I filled full four pages until completely satisfied and kept on their bed. I did not even want them around me while they read it.

So, I waited. A few minutes later, they just came in my room (my mother all teary-eyed) and hugged me. That took away so much burden from my heart.

But this wasn’t when I really put myself into writing stuff. It was winter’s time when the college was off for several days and I was at home. I just felt like doing something. I felt I was deprived of any talent.

“I mean really, what’s so special have I ever done?” I contemplated.

So, I thought why not write a poem. The first topic that struck me was the one that anyone could relate to. It was “Mother“. The best thing about this topic is that you don’t have to think so much. The ideas come out on their own. You just have to know how to portray them in a beautiful way. I started penning down whatever came up in my mind. I played with words and rhymes. I wanted to write a great poem but felt like I sucked at it so left midway. One of my friends pushed  me to complete the poem. I resisted and said that I couldn’t.

“OK let me read whatever you have written. Good or bad.”he said.

“Fine.” I said.

But I did not want him to just read anything. I wanted him to read a lovely poem written by me. So, I worked further on it and when I was satisfied, I messaged him. He loved it and praised me as much as he could. I gained confidence and posted it on Facebook where I got several other compliments. A few days later I tried my hand on another idea and wrote “My constant“. Again, I got lovely comments. One of my friends even told me that she loved my writing. She had been saying that since I wrote my first few posts. She even said I should write a novel.

Writing a novel seemed like a really big dream so I thought why not start with blogging and share my ideas to a greater extent and with a more intellectual audience. And that’s how I signed up on WordPress and have been writing since.


Are we better than animals?

My mother keeps a bowl of milk everyday for street dogs passing by. A few days ago, I witnessed something that left me pondering.

It was evening when the dog came by. He stood there outside the gate, wagging his tail and looked at my mother in anticipation. She went inside, poured the milk and some bread pieces in the bowl and kept it outside. The dog started drinking it whilst putting his tongue in the bowl and taking in little ounces of it.

Meanwhile, another dog came by. He didn’t come forward and rather stood there. He seemed really hungry but waited there from a distance with his tongue stuck out. About 10-15 minutes passed by while the first one was still trying to get his bowl empty. The other one stood there all this while. Finally when the first one was finished, he came forward.

I stood there and looked at them the whole time. Initially, I thought that they would fight over the bowl of milk but it took me by surprise. It felt strange. The dogs who are not taught any etiquette or discipline, tend to naturally know what most humans don’t.

I was inclined to relate it to the opportunist world (mostly dominated by humans) that it has become. Lets say those dogs were humans, this whole thing was some real life scenario and that bowl of milk was some desirable thing that they’d want.

What do you expect?

Wouldn’t the other one try to take that bowl of milk away from the first one. And the two of them would have ended up in quite a hassle.

There are youngsters fighting over petty little things, over some guy or girl. Or just trying to look the best, to be the richest and be on top of all. And then there are adults being entangled in family issues. They are disputing over property or money or, you know, there are many things. The desires have no end.

And sometimes its just about fulfilling self desires. We humans are driven to try grabbing the first opportunity coming to us or may be even snatching other ones’, many a times ignoring the right thing to do. Mostly, we are selfishly trapped in our greed and desires. Not just you, or me, actually all of us, in one way or the other!

We can’t be that dog who waits for the other one to let him have the whole bowl of milk. May be he will get another one after him. Even if he doesn’t, then he might look some place else. May be he’ll get something to eat better than that or may be not. But he is OK with it. We, on the other hand, aren’t!

So, are humans better than animals? I ponder.


There was a girl, quiet and naive
Mostly in her solitude, discreet and fragile
Limited to her own world, a shell full of hidden emotions
Seeking a companion, amidst all clutter and commotion

Then one fine day, it was somebody she saw
A vibrant handsome man, without a flaw
Who held her hand, showed her a new world
Where she was an open book, felt like a free bird

She got a confidant, and a whole new vision
Ecstatic she was, with a new found optimism
He loved her immensely, stood by in all troubles
Fit in her life, like a piece of puzzle

But life is not all roses, stony roads weren’t away
A season of disappointments, were on the way
The world set them apart, vicious clouds of conflicts rained
She left her dearest mate, for she wasn’t so brave

Time was miserable, coming back was complicated
Tangled thoughts in mind, eyes wet and heart ached
Going against the world, for her, was challenging
But the thought of losing her love was much frightening

Thus the time passed away, and so did the pain
Destiny made its way, and back she came
Complex as it was, but ready for another chance
Little by little, step by step they advance

And once again the love bloomed even better
Life seemed complete when they were together
Stronger was the love and tighter the bond
The journey went on, with god’s magic wand

And so they shall wait, let the time set them free
For the world will also realise, they are meant to be.

Being An Introvert

First of all, readers, let me tell you that this post is not something inspirational or entertaining or allegorical. It’s just something relatable. If you are an introvert kind of person, you could relate, you could know that you aren’t alone to feel the way you do.

There are various kinds of people in this world. One, who speak a lot, and they like it that way. The others who say a lot but they don’t quite like the way they are. Also, there are people who can’t speak that much but they want to. And then there are those people who don’t speak that much, but they kinda like it.

What category do you belong to is up to you. Do you say much? Or you can’t express yourself completely? Can you openly ask questions. Or you just can’t put your opinions straight?

Seems like, the word ‘speak’ that I have used above is a bit inappropriate. Yeah, it’s not just limited to speaking. It’s more. It’s about expressing and asking questions and all that stuff too.

So, are you an introvert? Yes? Most of us are. I am an introvert person. I know how that feels. We do have emotions, but those are hard to express. We do have opinions, but those are hard to share. And yes, we do have questions that are hard to ask.

Not many people around us can decipher our thoughts. It takes time to let someone in. Our heads are like an array of mystery rooms. One doesn’t know what’s inside until he tries really hard to get in and solve it himself. We introverts are never going to tell what is inside, on our own. It makes us feel exposed. Something we detest.

I have felt that each day, everyday, since I was a child. Sometimes, I feel frustrated, for not being able to talk it out, for just keeping it inside me. I have been misunderstood a million times.

It so happens with me many a times that my mind is full of a thousand thoughts. Things, that I am dying to tell someone. But when there is really someone to listen, the words just can’t come out. They couldn’t escape my pursed lips. Funny!

It’s hard to understand why is that so. Is it because I am too afraid? Afraid of being embarrassed by my thoughts? Is it due to the lack of self-confidence? Or is it just lazy me who don’t give a damn about such things. Strange. Confusing.

Yes, you all there, you have any reasons? Well whatever the reasons be, the fact remains, that it can’t be changed, whatsoever I try. Besides, those who love us would continue to do so. As for the others, it hardly matters what they think, right?

A Ladder That Ends

Went through a certain phase recently. Couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

That first day
Those first steps,
Climbing a ladder
That rose to success.

Moist with an innocence,
Entering a different place.
To encounter a new life
With infinite desires,
An independent soul
And an inborn fire.

The ladder begins,
With all smiles
On the bottom steps.

Friends come by
And bonds strengthen,
Absorbing all the love
Chuckling and giggling in unison.

Like a solenoid
Together we wind,
In our own magnetic field
We generate delight.

But who said
It was all hunky-dory?
The next steps of ladder
Weren’t as easy.

Sulked a million times
Fought over issues certain,
Wires got tangled
And minds stubborn.

But it faded soon enough
And we got back on our tracks.
We grew to be what we are today
Learnt lessons in every setback,

Only to witness one day
To leave it all,
Those last days
To cherish it all.

The last steps
And the goodbye hugs,
The ladder is over
Time to take another.

We might not see each other everyday now
Or in weeks,
Or months,
Or in years too.
The informal chats
May change to formal How are you’s

But that essence of the journey
Mustn’t fade,
The memories shall lie in hearts

School, college and friends are probably the best part of our lives. But the time always comes when we have to bid goodbyes. Each ladder ends. And its time to take another. Harsh! Hard!





“This isn’t as good as you told me.” said the little boy to his mother, as they were walking through the narrow street of the town they had recently shifted to.

“Everything is so different here. Its been over a week and I still don’t have any friends at school.”

“Have you talked to anyone?” asked his mother.

“Well no, I didn’t. I don’t think they would talk to me.” he said in a low voice.

“Of-course they will, dear. How can you be so sure until you try and talk to them?” she said as they reached home. It was a ten floor high building.

“I just know it. There’s this boy who sits next to me. He looks so evil. I can’t talk to him mommy. Why can’t we go back home? I don’t want to live here.”

She smiled and didn’t say anything further.

The same night, she took him to the terrace. They could see the whole town from here. It was so well lit and peaceful.

“So, what can you see here son?” she asked him.

“Its looks so beautiful mom, so lovely.” he said with his eyes lit up.

“Hmm. Can’t you see any filth from here? Or breathe in any pollution?”


“Can you tell me how many houses are there and what kind of people live in them?”

“No! How could I?”

“Oh yes, from a glance or two and from such a great distance, you couldn’t tell that. But what if we go down in the street?”

“From there we could explore that much better.” said he.

“Right. You see! Its all about vision. How you look at it and from what perspective. From a distance, you can’t make out what anything or anyone really is.”

“Yeah. That is true. But why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I want you to know that world is the same. Those who seem strong may not be that strong enough. While those who look evil may be angels from inside. May be. Just may be.”

“Hmm. May be.” he said with a contemplating look on his face.

“You never know if that boy with an evil look on his face turns out to be your best buddy.”she teased him with a grin. “Or one day, this place might seem like home. Its worth giving a try. Ain’t it? But you just can’t sit here telling me who’s what without even knowing them.”

“Yeah you are right. OK, I’ll do that.”

So, he did the same. May be he made many friends or may be just one or two. But atleast now he knew everyone better without judging anyone. What if we could all do that.

This last couple of days I was thinking of what to write. It was then that this simple thought struck me.

Extend your vision, mould your perspective and stop judging. It might be keeping you away from great things and great people.

A simple thought that means a lot!





Worthwhile at Wagah

Rare are those moments when you experience something so great and so euphoric that you wish to write down about it.

Around six months ago, we had a trip to Amritsar. It wasn’t a very well planned trip, rather, I should mention that it was just a weekend getaway. But on our way back from there, we took with us an experience that we could talk about time and again.

While there are a few must visits in Amritsar viz. Jallianwala  Bagh and Golden Temple, what caught our eyes the most was this magnificent visit to Wagah border. It is a frontier of India and Pakistan and lies between Amritsar (Punjab, India) and Lahore (Punjab, Pakistan).

Every evening, a beating retreat ceremony takes place here, wherein the military forces from both the countries participate in the drill on their respective sides and lower down their flags.

So, as we reached there by around 5 pm, we could see a hundreds of people (not only Indians but a lot of foreigners too) seated on both sides of the road.  At one end of the road was an arc like pillar symbolizing Bharat (India) with the picture of the father of our nation, Mahatma Gandhi while the other end with that of Pakistan. The two are separated by iron gates.



Before the drill was started, we could listen all kinds of Bollywood patriotic songs that cheered every Indian seated there. Also, we could hear a speech in the glory of our nation in the voice of Amitabh Bachchan. Afterwards, a man in white uniform in a high pitched voice asked the crowd to cheer the slogans “Bharat Mata Ki Jai”, “Hindustan Zindabad” and “Vande Mataram” to wake up the patriot in us. The crowd grew more and more exuberant with hearts filled with pride, each one wanting to be louder than those of the neighboring nation.

And finally the splendid drill started. The finesse of the stalwart army men was something which is hard to explain in words. They performed dance-like maneuvers in perfect coordination and marched proficiently towards the iron gate one after the other with Pakistani soldiers on the other side doing the same. The proud and gallant look on their faces was evident of their valor and their loyalty for mother nation.We could feel how dynamic and honorable were those men, our real heroes!



As the sun set and drill was complete, the iron gates were open and soldiers of both countries shook hands and lowered their respective flags. They folded it and carried it so exquisitely that every individual stood up to pay their respect to the tricolor.


Later on, the people were asked to leave the premises. Since we stayed there for a little long so we got to go near the iron gate and also clicked a few pictures with the soldiers. Since we had a VIP pass with us so we also managed to go inside where we could see the border stone symbolizing the Pakistani and Indian land around that region.

Around one-fourth region was Pakistani territory and the rest was Indian.

The evening could not have been more worthwhile. On our way back, we had dinner at a famous restaurant known as ‘Sarhad’ (an Urdu word meaning border) just about half an hour km from Wagah Border. Based on the concept of peace, this restaurant provides cuisine and culture of two countries. Apart from authentic Indian and Pakistani meals, the infrastructure and designs are also symbolic of both Amritsar and Lahore. This again was some place to add to your list of good experiences.



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