Random Thoughts

 is the last letter in the alphabet. The one that states the conclusion. At the end of my first ever challenge of blogging the conclusion has been pretty good. While I embarked on the journey to learn and explore; it also made me realize how vast the universe of thoughts is. With every letter I wrote, I grew with my expression, my enthusiasm, and a sense of achievement. While every day pushed me to think more and observe around, it also taught me the following: Express honestly Appreciate abundantly Believe endlessly Work continuously Read ferociously I started as a novice, with a fear of being mediocre. I had my doubts and umpteen number of questions. Though I still believe that I have a huge task of exploration ahead, but I can confidently say my belief in myself has become stronger. I still fear, but I am not afraid to take the risk. I have grown as a writer and that what matters the most to me. This has been an experience that has given me

I woke up today and was working on my blog I was about to post when suddenly I heard the news of Irrfan Khan’s untimely demise. I was shocked at the news as I let out a prayer for his family’s strength during these trying times. I scratched my draft, and I decided to put my words across to pay my condolences to him. Some quick memories flashed by my eyes when I recalled how in my family a movie was considered amazing if it starred Irrfan sir. I recalled the discussion we used to have on the range of his emotions and how he made every character he played alive. He was the one person who even made the advertisement he featured a must-watch. When I went on to my feeds I was amazed to hear beautiful experiences people have had with him; all praising his warm nature and his humble behavior. The other thing that was striking was that everyone barring age, gender, caste, class, or ideology all were deeply saddened. He proved that art and honesty can truly break all barriers. H

So, I have landed on the most dreadful letter in the alphabet, The ‘ X ’. Now l searched around the internet to get a word with X as I usually like to start my blog with the alphabet rather than using it in a sentence. So I went for in-depth research for a word that I can use. I wanted a word that falls in line with my theme and also with my style of blogging. I even consulted some of my amazing friends to help me see light at the end of this dark tunnel. But, we all landed up with one theory…we have words with X, but they may not be suitable with the series of blogs I am penning down. So after all the efforts, I decided to put my take on the letter X . Now, I found the various meaning of it as in: Using X or EX is the way to talk about your past relationship, the way to acknowledge that that phase has passed. We may or may not be over it, but for sure it is gone to not return. Then I came across a totally opposite way of using the letter; as in “ XOXO ” a coded way

With each passing day, I picked up a new thing. With each passing blog I discovered new strengths. With each set of problems, I discovered an innovative solution With each opinion and view, I found my space. The tears, toil, and exhaustion all were rewarded,  It was amazing while it lasted. So the challenge is roughly over and I am on ‘W’, concerned about the other alphabets that follow. Thoughts jumbling up, unable to type, and yet delighted to be going on. I am happy that I challenged myself. I always assumed it was a momentous task to accomplish. I always ran away from it and now as it is ending, it seems like a long vacation with a friend is coming to an end.  I forced myself off my comfort zone each day aiming to do better. The impulse to write kept me up at night. I fought many personal battles to do it. But the confidence it has brought is immeasurable  With each blog, I found a fresh way to express myself. I learned to

With eager eyes, I glanced at the doorway. I was expecting a piece of good news in the mail. Maybe the postman got delayed. I looked at the clock and started pacing. Looking at the gate now and again. Suddenly, the bell rang…. I jumped in excitement as I rushed to open the door. It was like a K3G movie scene. Now I know how Jaya Bachchan ma’am must have felt when Rahul a. k. a. Shahrukh Khan came home. Anyway, I opened the gate and was overjoyed to receive the letter. The letter I was expecting since I dreamed of getting into this field. Proof that I have accomplished my dreams and my hard work has paid off. With happiness and excitement, I opened the mail and all my joys turned into gloom and I became numb; the words reverberating in my ears…. Sorry; we have not selected you. Now, I was all lost, an empty feeling crept inside me, and tears started rolling down my eyes. The only thought my brain could come up with was…. You are not good enough. Today, I am standi

‘United we stand and divide we fall’ ; over the years, I have heard this expression being applied a lot. I was introduced to it when I was in school and we were taking part in a sports event, later in college, someone stood up to make a speech for student body president and hence; used the phrase. They served me this phrase while at work; where my manager motivated our groups on deadlines; with it. To be honest, every time I have used the phrase it inspired me; but still, the extent of it never echoed with my thoughts and being. It was practically like hollow words which just lingered for a while in mind and never owned a bigger place in my daily life. As I moved on with life; this phrase resurfaced with more strength and occupied an enormous part of my thoughts, perceptions, and actions. It was the time when Covid-19 sneaked in the countries and nations dropped like a stack of dominos. Lives were affected and stories became more heartbreaking and everything just seemed ve

Let’s have a conversation, A conversation between two; You tell me your issues; I tell you my blues. You state the obvious; I describe the fantasy. You shake me up; While I loose emotionally. You put forth my achievement; When I am losing hope. You carry the burden; While I overthink some more. You appreciate my strength; While I compare with someone new. You jot down the success; When I gloat the losses I had through. You pick me up in darkness; When I fall apart. You love me more; While I seek it somewhere far. Let’s have a conversation, A conversation between two; It has been a while; Since, I had a tête-à-tête, a tête-à-tête with Amu. Amita(Amu)

See-saw is interesting. The minute you move up, the air feels so delightful on your face; you feel exhilarated. The moment you move down you feel the surge to thrust harder and reach higher. It was an entertaining activity for me whenever I went to the playground. I indeed love it to date. It was a game of balance and also the one where you supported while the other person went up. Life, as we perceive, is a replica for the same. The problem arises when we don’t look at it that way. Whenever we put efforts to achieve something the thrill and the bliss the peak gives us is admirable. We feel at the top of the world and overlook the encouragement of those who help us attain that position. Then in life comes a point when we are at our lowest low, but instead of pushing hard to reach the top again, we gloat. We criticize our ‘ Kismet ’, our stars, our surroundings, and everything else except us. We just give up by trying once or twice.  What happens to us when we gro

Why do I shy, when I have to cry? Why do I fear; when people are near? Why am I trembling; when I see the one I love? Why is there no respites; only tears I have longed for happiness for a while; I have learned to steal smiles at times The darkness has been profound; But my heart always got some respite When he went out; in a few hours I lived my life Then came the pandemic; which tore me apart Virus or beating my fate was written in dark I cried and shouted all in vain His frustrations were all to blame. Don’t get me wrong he loved me too, When he kissed my eyes he bruised. Now I am not sure will I survive? But, I know for sure I don’t want to live this life. With the lockdown, we all might be happy to be safe at our respective homes but for some, it is the nightmare each day. The cases of domestic violence have risen since the lockdown and abuses against children are on the rise too. The dilemma for

Numbers, numbers on the wall; Tell me the one which is best of all; Life has become mere numbers, you are not defined by your knowledge, your street smartness or your humor. You are judged by your weight, height, years of experience and so far so forth. We have lost our ability to admire beauty as we keep on loosing ourselves in numbers. We feel happy when we see our Instagram followers; while sitting all alone in a room. We feel successful to have retweets; while we are unable to make a decent living. Our friend lists are long on Facebook; while we get therapy for feeling lonely or insecure. We even flaunt our numbers with pride; while we have no one to celebrate with. Photographs are clicked for likes and not for creating a memory. Our lives have become a box of numbers that we keep on sharing. Numbers are what matters in every sphere of life. Education and intelligence are kept on the same perimeter of numbers; the burden of which is so heavy that people are

Since time immemorial I have been taught to keep other people's feelings first, be empathetic, be caring and above all help everyone. Now, this is a good thing to teach kids. A value of kindness goes a long way. Humanity should be the first lesson taught and one must be humble and considerate. The thought per se is beautiful and it creates a peaceful environment around us. The problem lies when we are not told the line or the threshold to stop. We are taught to be caring and understanding but never taught how much care is healthy for you. We must be made aware of the difference between help and being used. We are taught to be empathetic, but when do we have a conversation that says that you should not over involve yourself. An extreme emotional investment makes us weak decision-makers and also affects our mental health. We are taught to be humble and kind, but where is the talk about standing up for ourselves. In this cutthroat environment, one must be equipped

On with it So, I have started writing blogs again. To challenge myself I have taken part in the #AtoZchallenge. It was a skeptical decision for me and the one I was avoiding to take for a very long time. But; alas I jumped on the wagon; to test myself and to learn and adapt. I have been somewhat on time. I started again with the intent to explore the idea of expressing through my blogs. To be frank I have not been able to have as many readers as I hoped to get. I have posted at every platform as I know of; I have been interacting and doing as much as I can to nurture this baby of mine, but it seems all in vain. I do appreciate wholeheartedly; all those people who genuinely take time out of their life and read my blog. But; being a human being; the tendency to have more, to instantly succeed gets the best of me. I thought of not going ahead with it, complained to myself, scolding myself for not being enough and overall belittled myself. Now it was fun while the scold