Is Duniya Se Liye Jaa!

It's simply amazing how we can learn so much from everyone around us. 

A little kid teaches us to love ourselves and not compare ourselves from others, the vendor who comes early in the morning to give us newspaper teaches us to be committed and realize that sense of responsibility, our younger siblings teach us to live in the present and enjoy without worrying about the future,that bully from school taught us not to be heartless, that X bf/gf taught us to move on and not look back, that strict professor /boss teaches us things we shouldn't do when we have the power, the person who is smoking sitting next to us is teaching us how harmful it is for non-smokers when one smokes next to him. 

Everybody has something to tell, a lesson to teach, an inspiring story to share we just have to be receptive.... Some teach us what to do, some teach what not to. 

Don't just open your hearts also open your ears and listen and learn and open your mind and implement those things. 

I remember this punch line from Nerolac paint I says " kyonki har ghar kuch kheta hai" in the same way har insaan kuch sikhta hai. 

Learning is endless and so should be our receptiveness.

Yaaro ki yaari....

Couldn’t stop myself guys. So here I am writing about the two most adorable people in my life , Parth and Divya( read it as Radha and Champa), without whom I am almost sad. You know there’s a very weird thing about us, we all know most of the things about each other and yet we never make each other realize that we know it. If Divya is upset or sad, I’ll text Parth to cheer her up, if Parth is in low spirit Divya will text me to cheer him up and the chain goes on.  I think this is the beauty of our relationship; we just let one another be.  Like there are no compulsions, no expectations, no drama, no guidelines that are to be followed and most importantly there is freedom, we don’t need to tell each other everything but still in our hearts we all know that we can tell anything and absolutely everything to each other with the assurance of full support from the other two.  And technically all three of us are different in a way. One is super cute and a Barbie doll, one is a law lover with Eminem in his heart and total Hollywood fan and well the third one is just mental. 

A day without talking to you guys is not called a day. We don’t bitch about people, we don’t talk serious stuff either, we just well we just talk. Crazy stuff and probably just normal, plain stuff of day to day life that might sound boring to a third party ( here fourth person lol)  but the peace is that whatever we talk it’s about each other to each  other rather than talking shit about other people.  I know normal people use these lines for their bf/ gf but in this case it’s true. When we all are together it’s just US like literally just us, nothing else matters, everybody else just disappears. I still remember when I and Divya are in college  sitting next to each  other and chatting with Parth , we can’t stop laughing and people around us get pissed off, irritated and at last they just give up on us.  My mom is almost so used to me smiling looking at my phone that even if I don’t mention she knows I am talking to these two people. We have different choices at least Parth and Divya do. There hasn’t been a movie that all three of us have liked, at least one of us hates the movie.  Right from shopping with Divya for her new sandals to borrowing Parth’s Tshirt, and practically wearing it in college, from passing nasty comments about each others bbm picture to giving a new name to Parth every day  it’s all fun total fun with these guys.

 No matter if I am in a bad mood or I am low I know these two will do anything to make me smile. I love it when we talk shit, when we tease each other, we fight without any reason, when Divya gives her expert advice on which alcohol brand is nice, when Parth talks about how his hostel and all the fun there, when we share smileys right from those angels to dancing to eye lashes. The love that I feel for these guys is just too much too much to keep it to myself so I am sharing this love with someone I love the most, I am sharing it with my words, with my paper for its swarming out of my heart.  The goal of our day is to make each other smile and we make sure that none of us sleep with a bad mood or else we talk the whole night.  Well even while writing this one, I cant stop chatting with these two. Out of all our favorite songs like Raziya, Jalebi bai, Mutton song , Tak tak tandoori nights and few more decent songs the one I am dedicating to US is this one

"i' ll be all right, i' ll be all right
tu hai to tedhi medhi rahein, ulti pulti baatein seedhi lagti hai
tu hai to jhoothe muthe vaadein, dushman ke iraade sacche lagtein hain
jo dil mein taare vaare de jaga, woh tu hi hai, tu hi hai
jo roote roote de hasa tu hi hai wohi
jaane kyun dil jaanta hai, tu hai to i' ll be all right - (2)"

dancing (smiley) Group hug J J J

Wo shabado ka samundar

One of the greatest pleasures in life is to lessen one’s burden. That feeling when you climb to 10^th floor and you sit on the staircase, that peace that you get when after a punishment you get to put your hand down, that breath that you catch after you cry, that fleeting moment when your heart feels light. It feels light when it doesn't have any baggage. When the heart is carefree and it is in full agreement with the situations going on outside, when there’s nothing that is stopping it from telling what it wishes to- yes that one feeling of being aware of your own self, your own being. But  it isn’t this simple, isn't this easy(at least not for me) to tell someone what exactly you feel, especially if it’s something that makes you look weak, or any less stronger than what you want to portray. 


I don’t know if it happens to others or not but when I feel bad about something, something which is hurting me, which is almost suffocating me inside and I know if I let this thing out and tell him/her it would hurt him or maybe result into something bad some failure, maybe I am a coward or maybe insecure and weak, but this is it, the final fact. But there has to be a way through which one can express his/her feelings some just tell, some paint, some believe in actions, some let tears flow, some get rebellious , and well some just write. I don’t even know why exactly am I writing this and making you read, or maybe I know. I am letting my heart out and right now at this very moment when I type, with every letter, with every word, every sentence I feel good and I feel I am not alone. I don’t wish to cry all the time neither do I wish to be angry on someone. 


Sometimes I just feel alone and lonely and maybe scared that people might not understand what I feel and so I don’t tell them. But I am a human being and probably a sensitive one, more sensitive than I show , and I too wish to lessen the burden of my thoughts; no matter if they are crazy or mature or intelligent, to lessen my burden of emotions; no matter if they negative or positive or maybe just neutral, to lessen the burden of my heart; no matter if its pain or happiness, but I just wish to lessen my burden and maybe that’s the reason why words and paper are my best friends.


 Ones who stand by me when I am alone, ones who have witnessed me crying, ones who have taken me to a place where I always wanted to be, ones who allow me to be just me. And now with this last line I feel light and there’s a smile on my face which doesn't come even if I am with my friends , a smile which doesn't come even when my bf says that he loves me, not even when my dad gives me a surprise or my mom cooks my favorite dish. This is a smile that comes when I am just ME; plain, honest, weak, tired, angry, rebellious, strong, sensitive, snobbish whatever I am this paper accepts me the way I am it doesn't judge me, its unbiased and it’s like an ocean which opens its arms to everything and still is silent.

Kuch meethe lafz

There is so much you want to say so much you want to express but the problem is that you don’t have the right words or maybe you are confused, confused what is it that you are feeling. All your emotions feel caged because there are things you want to say but still you wouldn’t, because you don’t want to hurt people who are close to you so you try to suppress your feelings by yelling at yourself or maybe crying all night and going off to sleep with a hope that next morning these feelings might go away. Trust me this works, but it works for some time after that there comes a day when all these buried emotions come out together and trust me even it is then you feel helpless, confused and irritated and angry. Angry especially because suddenly you feel that everyone around you is criticizing you, is pointing out your little mistakes every second and wants to change you. You feel trapped. Trapped in these mixed emotions trapped in helplessness. You feel ‘nobody loves me and the moment I step out of my house people are ready to judge me and these people are nobody else but my loved ones’. As time passes you feel people have taken you for granted. This, my friend is the worst feeling of all.

Okay so this is exactly what I was going through, I was pissed off, alone, couldn’t sleep, and maybe suicidal (for a couple of hours). Suddenly my best friend called me up just to catch up, he tried a lot to ask me if I had some problem and if I wanted to share with him, but I refused. We hung up. But after the phone call I started to feel better. You know why? Not because I needed someone to talk to or because I was missing him but I felt good because he said “don’t know about others but I am proud of you.” These few words were enough for me to free my emotions. Right after hanging up his phone, my tears rolled down. I realize that what I needed were just few kind but genuine words. All of us once a while need someone to tell us that we are important and are needed. Maybe I sound as someone very weak but this is how it is. Most of the time we are busy making people happy and sometimes we expect them to do the same, this is where the problem comes,when you expect from people. But also these situations tell you who is the one who understands you when no one does. So next time if I see someone upset, I’ll walk up to him and tell him what I feel for him just like what my best friend did. Thank you Siddharth. That’s all I can say. Glad to have you in my life J J  J