The Sweetest Fruits…

The happiness, the delight,

The euphoria will seem just right;

If the fruits are from your hard work real,

Your time, your patience and honest zeal!




P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project 🙂 Hope you like reading what I write 🙂


A Page From My Diary

More often than not I find myself freaking out for something extremely stupid. Well that’s me, and people who know me top to toe, know pretty well how to handle me. I freak out, because, for starters, I’m an extreme pessimist. Anything I start with, I will first try and figure out all the ways and means by which it can go wrong. I’ll try and think of all the obstacles that can come my way and hamper it – all this even before start. But that’s how I am, and before you judge me, hear me out, understand my perspective.

Given the fact that I’m an out and out pessimist, it is no surprise that I never expect anything positive. But that’s exclusively for myself. When it comes to family and friends, I’ll go all out and exude so much positivity that they’ll end up casting away their negative thoughts. I’ll ask them to only, and completely think of all good things that can happen, and forget about every tiny thing that’s gone wrong in the past. 

But I’m a bit more insecure and under confident than the whole world put together. So how do I prepare myself to face all the disappointments I have to?

I think of all negative things that can happen, all the umpteen ways something can go wrong and list them out. Once that’s done, I try and make sure I cleanly remove all these thorns from my path. But then, that doesn’t and wouldn’t suffice. Life is all about uncertainty, ain’t it? So I always have learnt to expect the worst out of everything I do, to expect the worst from all people and situations. So if something wrong truly does happen, though my heart will ache, I will have the strength to pull through it. And if something good happens it’s a double delight, like a cherry on top of an absolutely beautiful strawberry cake.

P.S. Before you jump to conclusions, I’m NOT asking people to think negative/be pessimists. This is simply my perspective, and I’m sharing what works for me.

Adios, Amigos!


It’s amazing how many emotions a single character can evoke in me. Karna. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve heard his story and the number of times I’ve retold it to people. He’s the only character I like, believe, in the whole of Mahabharata, and I weep like a child everytime I see/hear him die. It’s like a million emotions running through me every time I read his story. It amazes me as to how pure and pious a soul can be, to an extent that takes his life. 

Karna is probably that epitome of perfection, that has nil possibility to exist, ever. He had in him every quality for people to look up to him, for people to idolise him, for God himself to bow down to him. 

He teaches you to look beyond a person’s face, helps you realise the value of life, and what really should be your values in life. Helps you change your perspective about what really matters at the end of the day, at the end of your life. 

To be him is next to impossible. To have even an inkling of his goodness in each of us will, put together, make a startling difference to the world. 

Karna always has been, and will always be my most favourite person. Ever.


It’s good to have an opinion and own it. Shows your perspective towards something. Helps people understand your thoughts, your thought process. But it’s important that you don’t force or thrust your opinion upon others. Even your own family, friends, acquaintances. Opinions differ, perspectives change. Each has a right to experience, understand and have his/her own perspective towards someone/something. 

And vice versa too.

When in the first place, you aren’t forcing your thoughts down anybody’s throat, it’s your absolute right to experience what you want to, and form your opinion. It’s good to know though what the others have gone through and what they think about it, helps you get an idea. But that shouldn’t be a road block in your way. 

Think what you must if you know it’s right, and do it your way.

You’re no cliche. Never have been. Never will be.

Live life your way. It’s your one big ticket to prove yourself.

Move Around….

Hop, skip, jump,

No good sitting forever like a lump,

Walk, ride, run

Mind you, only work and no play is never much fun!






P.S. This is part of my Pen The Picture project 🙂 Hope you like reading what I write 🙂

Thank You, Mam!

A moment, a day, an year,

With patience, faith and love, you drove away my fear,

Memories may albeit be just a few,

Yet, they’ll stay in my heart, forever and true!

A Day To Cherish

A late night post, this. Yet, I had to write today for all the positivity and good vibes I had received in the place that had been my abode for 4 years. My college.

So, after the convocation which was last year, I went inside that campus for the first time today, as an Alumni speaker. And Man, was I not proud?

I was eagerly anticipating this day from the moment I got invited and was looking forward to meeting all those people because of whom there’s even a tiny bit of something good in me – My teachers, My mentor, My Principal, My Head of the Department. 

Today was a walk down the memory lane more than anything else. It was on those lanes, on those corridors that I had spent some of the most favourite days of my life. I got to relive moments I had cherished, I got to interact with people who looked up to me for inspiration, I got to look up to my teachers once again, for the never ending inspiration they have given me. Their patience, their complete faith in me and their constant encouragement have always kept me going. And will continue to do so, all my lifetime. All the good that I’ve learnt and done, and will do in the future, is majorly due to them. Without them, I wouldn’t have an iota of anything worthwhile in me. 

I’m blessed to have been taught, mentored and guided by such amazingly wonderful teachers, who have, at all times only encouraged me and have always brought the best out of me.
10 hours for me is just nothing, in a place I worship, in a place where I feel I belong, in a place where all my major happy memories belong. Even a lifetime wouldn’t suffice.