Beyond.

Inner journey to the Consciousness and Dreams

Taking a step back
From our busy lives
Sometimes I think,
Looking at you,
I find us beyond what I can see,
You’re not you and I’m not me,
There is no you, there is no me,
Just that somebody, can you see?
This is not that and that is not this,
How crazy is this mindful bliss!
Gone are those you and me,
That somebody is all that we wanna be.
Soon it’s not about how or why,
Look up, smile oh a wonderful sky!
Look below and feel grateful,
You know you’re lucky,
When you see that somebody.
That’s not power, that’s not me.
Can’t be you, not even in our we,
Who would’ve known that it could be!

– Aekansh Dixit

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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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From the eyes of Hopeless.

Was it too much to ask? I look up to find a tall man confused – probably wondering if I was worth a shot or not. I wanted to convince him to give me the two pennies he’d been juggling in his palms. I wanted to polish his shoe, and tell him that I’ll earn it – that I won’t take his money for free. If none of the above managed to draw the coins towards me, I wanted to give him enough reasons. But all I could manage to do was look at him. Words were swallowed in the darkness of this mess I brought myself in. Tears were dried because the skin needed them more than the world. He looked at me, still having the same question mark on his face, and I smiled. Continue reading “From the eyes of Hopeless.”

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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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Maps

“The tragedy is not that the people do not love us but because we fall in love with those who are not able to love us.”

“WHAT???” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The phone slipped from my hand. It fell down with a thud so loud that my heart skipped a beat. My eye sight blurred. The very thought of imagining her in that condition left me dead inside out.

Panicking was the only thing I could do – and did. I reached the spot in an impatient fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes were probably the most, the most, THE MOST longest fifteen minutes of my whole lifetime. Continue reading “Maps”

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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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How does my hand prove my fate?

“We are born at a given moment, in a given place and, like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season of which we are born. Astrology does not lay claim to anything more.”

One of the most fascinating studies of modern day’s world is Astrology. Basically, astrology deals in The study of the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies interpreted as having an influence on human affairs.

Now, the real question that is bound on to the minds of the commoners is that “How far is astrology really true?” And since, Astrology has no scientific validation, we have to get serious about this sooner or later.

From the enormous amount of research I’v been doing on this subject, lets make the point clearer to you. Continue reading “How does my hand prove my fate?”

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Sixth Sense : Concept or hidden truth?

“Woah! Is someone standing behind me? Or is it just my weird feeling! No wait… its my sixth sense, right?”

We have seen it in Spiderman as the “Spidey Sense”, we have seen it in Superman, we have seen it in almost every super hero, but have we seen it in us? Actually, there has to be someone who actually felt this sense before and decided to make up a fictional character, and since Science proved us that we have only five senses, it was a instant hit! Continue reading “Sixth Sense : Concept or hidden truth?”

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