If you don’t play, you lose.

Being from a family that is into all kinds of sports, I was introduced to various sports right from a very young age. Whether it was Ganguli spinning his shirt like he’s gotten the cowboy fever, or it was Schumaker drifting towards a new world record. I loved the excitement that came with watching a legend Federer take on Nadal and the nervousness that came with seeing if Portugal would finally enter a Fifa final or not.

I picked up the bat before I hit ten, and just like every other kid in the neighborhood, decided that I would play for India one day. With that goal set, I would go play a million street games a day – shouting at every no ball, arguing about the run-out, and trying my best to get that perfect yorker. Towards my ninth standard, I finally had a chance to play professional cricket. Continue reading “If you don’t play, you lose.”

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The day I did something I never imagined!

I remember how scared yet excited I was when I decided to promote the petition asking for a revision in the laws of PCA, 1960. I had just sent a few important mails to the local and national organisations which take care of animal rights.

I don’t know what triggered it. Maybe it was my deep understanding for animals, dogs especially, or the fire that was burning inside me when I saw a man take a puppy and throw her down the terrace for the sake of having some fun. In no way, and in no angle I found this justifiable. And I was right. It was a cruel act which forced us to question the humanity of us humans. It is extremely disturbing for me to even think, let alone believe, that a person can come across such a thought. In my head I was dead right this was wrong, and the only way to prevent this from happening was to spread awareness of this incident and give those two men the most severe punishment for doing this to an animal.

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The Eye Opener

“The change doesn’t come when you realize you’re right or wrong. The change comes when you start rectifying the wrongs you have done.”

The boring Chemistry class got over, and it ended with a dull conversation with my best friend about life. I jumped over the desk as soon as the teacher (sir) left and decided to go visit my friends in the next class.

But no sooner had I stepped out, than I saw this teacher (ma’am) scolding a few of my class mates at the far end of the corridor, and another Chemistry teacher (sir) walking towards our class. When I asked him if we had Computers instead in the last period, he replied with fearful eyes that it didn’t matter and the best move for me right now is to go back to my class. I sensed something strong in his eyes, and looked over that far end of the corridor. I instantly judged her character and went running inside the class shouting “Damn she’s strict!” and sat in my place and had my Walkman and earphones hidden deep inside my backpack and myself comfortably placed before she walked in with utmost confidence.

As soon as she walked in, she started demanding the girls to sit in the center row and the guys to occupy the either rows left. We all were shocked and confused as we didn’t even know this teacher and she’s acting like she’s the boss. The first impression, or rather first thought in my head was “Who is this?” and mind you, it was “Who is this?” and not “What the hell is she thinking of herself?”. I wish I had that thought. But I didn’t.

Then, as we settled she began addressing us. As the lecture on life progressed, I started growing my respect towards her. She told things which I had known before and nothing new, but it was the way she told it. It was her confidence. It was her orating skills. It was her attitude. That attitude a person develops over a long period of time by doing good things all the time that they have nothing to lose and are living their life with pride. And she told it. She’s living her life with pride and has all the success she needs.

As soon as she left, it was the voice she took with her, but it was the words that stood there echoing in the walls of the class in few of our friends’ minds. It was her sayings. While coming back to my home, I was dull and hadn’t spoken a word to my bus mate. He waited for fifteen minutes but soon got worried and was tempted to ask me what exactly had my mind so engrossed that I’ve been staring at the chair in front of me for good fifteen minutes. And then it started. Welcome to this “kind of personal” diary entry probably for the first time in my life. This is a lesson I learnt, and thought it might make someone else’s life easy too. Welcome to “The Eye Opener”.

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Lust. Infatuation. Or Love?

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss


Look, I’m sorry I didn’t pick up writing blog posts for a long time, and I’m pretty sure you will not be looking forward for this subject as much as you did for my other “inventive” short stories. So, if you have already started reading this, why not finish it?

I’m going to straight away start from the basics – The Definitions.

Lust – strong sexual desire.
Infatuation – an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
Love – (n) a strong feeling of affection. (v) feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).

Well, there is a lot of difference between each one of them. And that is something really complex to find out what kind of feeling we’re “actually” feeling. Of course, every guy who’s in infatuation says that he/she loves the other person just as much as a person who’s “actually” in love. But what’s that cuts the ice? Continue reading “Lust. Infatuation. Or Love?”

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