01-07-2022 - Hope

 Just wondering why I am writing something on this blog after so long instead of my journal... Well, its just a hope that maybe someone will get a new realization from my philosophies, or who knows I would be reading this maybe after ten years...

I have so much to say!

Let me keep a disclaimer : I am writing this in a very stable mood (I am not sad, too happy, rude or anything). So all the thoughts and questions are for sure reliable. 

I never knew this side of me. I think I just changed myself too much. It was yesterday when I was so clueless that I never cared about anything in life, like what I would be doing after 12th std, whom I would be with, I never cared about my friends or losing them. I was so much self centered maybe... Calling myself a writer or even thinking like if I was, I was always busy in making a whole new world in my mind, that was too perfect and most of the time, I was there. 

Today, I blame my age, or this capitalist world that I find myself totally lost. I don't know what I want to do and if I am actually doing the thing I should... 

Decisions; I made many strict decisions in the start of this year that would shape my future for better and this year in on the second half and I can't see a hope and the progress that I decided. I feel I betray myself. I sacrificed my good going success, furthered my friends, disrupted my peace and I regretted too much, but at the end, it meant nothing. Its just like my life's main exams are too near but I haven't prepared well for it. And now to keep hope, I feel I am totally depended on my luck...

Patience: As a writer, its so easy to write a story and change the life of the character night-on-night, but the reality is too different. Nothing comes too quickly. Efforts and patience are important. I feel I lack both. 

Purpose: The main question 'What is the purpose of my life?'. I don't know this. I just feel I am so lost. I remain confused on everything in life and take not so serious things seriously and vice versa... Sometimes I just feel that this life is just to live it peacefully, read stories, make stories and live many stories... I remain so curious to wander around peacefully, stand under a tree and see the surrounding, people... I don't want to bore. It feels like I can do it just now, but every alley has its own world, own life. I don't know what I will do by doing that, but I just wish to do it. 

I really don't know what I crave in life. What is the deep down desire that I want to achieve. At the start of the year, I decided that I want to work at a big company. Now I realize that it was never my dream or desire. Maybe it was just the society that tells us what to do to get respect and status. Sometimes when I compare, I just feel jealous of the good doers... maybe they actually wanted to do this. It's not like I don't like my work. It's just like I feel lost because I don't have anything as such that give me the craving to keep going. 

So here I am, a little hope that wherever I will be in the future, I think I will be happy. Loosing and being wrong is actually very important in life. Though I am going through a hard phase in my life, but now I care friendship, unlike before. I give importance to correct things more. Bad decisions helps us to take right decisions. Loosing things realizes us the importance of that thing. I just hope that I live a life like the past Yash who was clueless, but always curious about what is next. So yeah, need to have dinner. Though I have a lot, but as always, I am too lazy to type now... need to complete summer internship project and keep procrastinating my interview preparations so see yaa.

Depressed Robo



Hey servant,
Dont think your are a boss,
Sacrificing is your religion,
Your duty is to loss.

A call from future (Nano story)

I was just returning to my home to give Samairya a good news that my parents were ready for our marraige. I was so excited to see her reactions.

Will she dance? Will she hug me tight?

I went to my pulser bike and hold my helmet on my hand when my phone rang. It was from a unknown number. I accepted it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Ema ya ru.." voice from the other side.
It was a voice of a child, a girl child who would be not more than two.
Unknown voices were continuously coming from behind.
I heard "Ahana, keep the phone back".
Something stroke in my head, it was the name I and Samairya decided for our girl child. But, then I just took that as a coincidence.
I started my bike and was again lost in the thoughts of my future, me and Samairya. I was not concerned about anything at that moment, I just wanted to reach to her fast and tell her everything.

Everything was going fast and fine, when I don't know what went wrong and truck that coming from the opposite side on that long road suddenly entered in my lane and my bike had a collision with that truck.

I can't describe anything, all I was able to feel was pain in every vein of my body that was lying on the road, the half opened eyes watching the crowd that covered me and the mind thinking just that "Did I heard the voice of Samairya on that call?" But all of these things were just for a while. Then, there was complete silence, complete relief.

Mom's Trick (Nano Story)

"Wake up! It's seven o'clock." I heard the voice behind when I was in half sleep.
I was knowing my mother's trick, she will first wake me up at six telling that it's seven, then she will wake me at six fifteen, telling it's seven thirty,  then the last call that is at six thirty, when she tells that its eight when I wake up with a shock  because my college time was of eight.

So if she said seven, I have thirty minutes more to sleep and went on to deep sleep.

When I finally woke up, I saw that it was eight, and I was not at home, but at the college hostel. My roommate  went on to the lecture after warning me once. It was my first day of college were I was already missing my mom and late for the lecture

Tujhe Dekh Kar


Kyu tere ghamon ko,
Teri aankho me
Dhundne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu tujhe dekh kar,
Teri gham se bhari aankho me
Khushi bharne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu teri khamoshi,
Tere khwaabo se
Baat karne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu mann ho kar bhi,
Tere saamne aakar
Khamoshi se tujhe dekhte rehene ka mann karta hai?

Kyu tujhe dekhne ke liye,
Tere saamne na hone par bhi
Mera dil tujhe dhundta hai?

Kyu tujhse bina baat kiye,
Tere dil ko na jaan kar bhi
Dil ko tu apna sa lagta hai?

Kyu mere saare gham,
Tere chehere ko dekh kar
Chhup se jaate hai?

Yun to log kehete hai ki aankhe baat karti hai
Par tujhse ek bhi baar baat na karne par bhi
Mere dil ko esa kyu lagta hai ki
Tere saath to roz hi baat hoti hai.

-By Ritesh [Two Shy(s)]