Quill, Write Ups

Extra Limits???

Ola!!! Sorry for the late post guys… But, extremely dissatisfied by the LIMITS, I write this.

So what are limits? Why are we ‘The Middle Class’ always the ones who are show the limits? Who creates them? Why do we accept them?

Everyone wants to excel in life. Every parent wants their kid to excel. Or more prominently wants their kid to be financially stable or shall I venture to use the word Rich. 

But if we ask ourselves, how much are we doing to actually excel? What are we doing to excel? Are (for the parents) you believing in your kid? Are you giving 4-5 hours daily to sit and practice?

Do you think above the LIMITS? The limits which present forth us the Rich and Successful as godly figures, but the moment we start to think as them order us not to. For we, we can’t dream as them, we can’t think as them… Oh really!!! Then how do we expect to live as them.

We have to give in extra for everything… Extra passion, extra motivation, extra effort to counter the quotas, extra knowledge and indeed extra believe in our goals, in our views and ourselves at large.  

So when do you plan to start giving your extra???

Quill, Write Ups

The Girl On The Last Bench

Today I finally observed you, sitting on the last bench, totally engrossed in ‘The Pride and Prejudice’. You were probably oblivious to the boy sitting on the bench next to you or to the girls singing on top of their voices on the first bench. And just when I thought you were to preoccupied for the world outside, you smiled at the literary remark someone in the middle row made.

We never had a conversation except the one time you were my subject for the psychology project. You were  really slow to answer my tasteless questions. And dear you were cautious too, placing each of your words perfectly one after the another. I was in awe of the way you speak. You are just like me an avid reader.

Perhaps you have learned from Elizabeth Bennet, how not to make hasty decision and how to appreciate the difference between essential and superficial. Maybe like Alaska you too have a hurricane inside you, like Atticus Finch you too delete the adjectives to have your facts strong and solid. Like Katniss you have internal conflicts but you too know, just like her, hopes live on.   

Most likely I will keep on guessing things about you and never ask you anything,

-A girl just like you

p.s. Elizabeth Bennet is the protagonist in the book Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austin), Alaska in John Green’s book Looking for Alaska, Atticus Finch of To Kill a Mockingbird, Katniss of  The Hunger Games series.

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Dear Almost

Dear Almost,

I was ninteen when I met you. We we’re like poles: North Pole and South Pole. I was chaos, you were calm. I was afternoon you were midnight, I was blizzard and you were that soft, slow snowfall. I was tides and you were waves.

We are different, we could have been sky. As if it was us. But we were ‘You’ and ‘I’, the sky and the clouds, close yet miles apart. You had always remind me how easy it is to fall for someone. But you just never count on me realising I was nothing more than a bad habbit and that you were always going to siphon what you could not give…

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Ahoy! Yes YOU !!!

Excuse me… Yes youYou got a minute or so, just to slow down a bit of your scrolling speed and unfold the brilliant truth before yourself.

So now, since you’re here I’ve got something special to tell you. You see other than being homo sapiens and a set of some fundamental features, we’ve all got one more thing in common. 

Some refer to it as goals, some as dreams, a few call it ambitions too and a few also refer to it as targets. But, irrespective of the fact that they range from living an american dream, or running a corporation of your own, getting the job you always aspired of till the point of mastering your paint brush strokes, producing a bestseller or simply finding the true love of your life… they vary from everywhere to everywhere.

Now, you might be wondering what is so special about it, we all know it already… don’t we? But, oh my sweet friend, what you ought to know is the major difference which separates it from being an ambition forever or dream turned into reality. So brace yourselves up for that difference is.

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Exactly… that is the very difference which separates the fabrications from reality... Not getting it? 

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This hunger you had, to know more, the mindset of not throwing the towel in before you get to the answer, putting the extra effort and being consistent in it, even as small as scrolling for ten more seconds has indeed made the difference, the difference ninety nine percent of people fail to realize. The difference which separates the great from the good, champions from winners, achievers from even the toppers and indeed learners from skimmers.     

 

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Fire Flowers

Wishing all of you a happy and prosperous Diwali

May the lights guide you and brightness never leave your side.

May the colours of rangoli fill up your life with brightness and magic

And indeed, 
May you have a great time with your family, friends and all the loved ones. 

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Open letter to Diwali

Dear Diwali,

So, you are back to remind me of sweets, festivity, break from routine life and home. But this time it is different, in the name of sweets I have Cadbury stacked in the fridge. To get the festive feel I have decorated a corner of my new home with light. Break from the routine life is only a joke. And home is 1000 miles away. sighs.

I still remember how Diwali was when was a kid. you were all about crackers and sweets. As I grew older your meaning changed it was more than just crackers and sweets, it was about family, friends, laughter, love. I remember how me and my sister used to look at different houses and decide which one had better lighting. 

 It is a while now ,away from home, in a different city. Getting leaves from office is a task in itself now. Although on Diwali me and my colleagues (Note: I call them colleagues not friends) meet up and party. But Diwali I still miss the way we celebrated you at home.

Yours,                                                 

A person in his 20’s alone in a new city.