My Lazy Girl

  We all have our days. Some are hard to live, difficult to gulp, and dense enough to choke our souls to a limit that compels us to shout, WHY? I lived an entire week like this that ripped me apart into intangible pieces that were hard to stitch.  11:00 pm and I finally left my office, booked a cab, and waited for the driver to come. Devastated by the number of rejections and workload on my table, I decided to call it a day. November never felt so cold to me. I put my phone on silent mode and kept it safely in my leather handbag as I sat in the car.  I asked the cab driver to shut the music that was playing in the background. The noise was much louder at the back of my head. I always cherished if I had a snooze button in my life, something I wish to endure. Will I be able to make it? Will I be able to come up with a sensible draft? Thoughts like these crossed my mind. I opened the windowpane, placed my chin on the edge, and inclined towards the door of the car. The road was broad, smoo

    I was living my life in a decently boring way until this conference came to me. I thought of it as one of my normal official activity of which I was going to be a part of. People were invited for this conference from all over India. The conference was scheduled for 7 days in Bangalore, and I was directed to fly 2 days prior to the start of the conference.   I took out my suite case, packed my formal suit, 2 pair of pajamas, a party dress (in case I need), and zipped my toiletries in a pouch; charged my laptop and arranged it in a separate hand bag, rechecked my boarding pass along with the id proofs, and left for the airport (after informing my family).   My flight was delaye d by 2 hours. To pass the time, I grabbed a costa coffee, placed my phone on the nearest charging point and checked the recent messages that I have received. There weren’t much of them, except the messages from my mother and my two best friends- inquiring about my latest activity on the airport. Who

Let’s be Humans first and Engineers later. Let’s Fix our Hearts first and Machines later. Let’s Value the People first and Our Egos later. Let’s Create Love first and Softwares later. Lets Earn some Respect first and Money later. Let’s Cuddle First and Fight later.   Let’s be Friends First and Make our Forever later. Let’s Learn to Hold first and Let Go later. Boy oh boy, let’s learn to live first and create the memories later. Let’s Make the Base first and Building later. Let’s Extend support first and Pretend later. Let’s be Humans first and Engineers later.   Let’s value the Person first and Time later. Let’s Gaze the Stars first and Screens later. Let’s enjoy the Darkness first and Daylight later. Let’s hold the Hands first and Grudges later. Let’s Resolve the Fight First and Blame each other later. Let’s become Kids first and get Mature later. Let’s eat the Cake first and Hit the Gym later. Let’s learn the Human values first and Code later

   While Ravin was trying to make the most of the time by doing the majority of the talks, I was busy doodling something on the tissue paper and roaming in my own world with Derik. Coffee reminds me of him. It’s been five days and nothing literally happened. Derik showed no hints at all. But I was sure he would have stalked my entire account at least once. My recent activities, recent pins, the major how about of my movements from one place to another. A social media app has a lot to offer, I realized that lately. A complete human could be transformed into another in the span of two years, and then this was about me. This was about us. I waited patiently like a hunter who waits for his bait to get trapped. But wait, I didn’t set the trap, it was he, who initiated. I was trying to adjust in New York already but now I was getting trapped in those days again. I felt his presence around me again. I got my constant checking of phone syndrome back with that one request. Thanks to Derik, th

It was a new follow request on my social media from a stranger. I opened the app with a dull face and what I then encounter took me out of my feet. It was Derik. It was his request to follow me on some social media app. He still had the same profile picture which I once approved.  It’s been two years today when I last spoke to Derik. Life in New York has been hard but I guess that’s what I wanted somewhere. I decided to shift to New York from Australia. Maybe I was running from things but confessing them was even harder so I chose to run. Run to the point till I stop and find a permanent closure for myself. I deleted everything from my cell phone which belonged to him. His photographs,his number, his mails. It felt like a decade passed by. I wasn’t aware about his existence but I knew he was still breathing in some corner of the earth. I could feel that every day. Though my everyday was an effort to move on but in that effort some part of me used to stay behind a

Applause the Pause before its over!! We have been constantly cribbing upon how desperately we need   a break from our 9 to 5 monotonous schedule. We spend our lifetime working as Tech maniacs, working towards a drift without pondering upon the realization that why are we even doing this? Our Instagram stories and posts are the evidence that we struggle to show our existence in the world. We want fancy vacations,million followers on our accounts, a 6 digit salary, high class friends and summon our day captioning " Trying this Greek Yogurt as probiotics!" When I can gaurantee, not even half of your friend list would know the difference between a curd and a yogurt! Fancy. Isn't it? (And I am also sure that majority of you will google the difference between them after reading this blog of mine.   You can always thank me later silly!) I literally want you to come, sit by my side and think! Think about the answers of the question which I am about to shoot on