The Road Less Travelled

"When you become free, you become experienced." That sounds like a quote from a celebrity which just about missed the mark to go on an Instagram post or the back of a motivational diary or something like that. It was written by me, and I think that it is the truth. The freedom that I got was not after I struggled for it. It was just that I became more independent because I finished high school and entered junior college. Entering junior college is a very funny thing. On the one hand, you feel like you are getting more freedom but the fact is that you are just being exposed to such a new world that you are possibly overwhelmed by all the things that are happening in front of you and you are like almost always confused. Of course, I know that most of you would say that only I was exposed to a world and none of you was, but the fact that you should take into consideration is that I am writing this blog and you are not. lol jk jk. The first thing that I felt like free

To, The Editor Subject:- Those two weeks The subject that I have given to this post may surprise you a little. The main question posed here may be which two weeks and why. I am not going to mention any specific two weeks. I have taken them as an example, an example of the main thing, the elephant in the room, or as I call it the invisible elephant in the room. We all may agree that I am a little too young to form my own opinion about how one's life is shaped. Nevertheless, I am going to. I think that lives are wholly and solely made or broken by decisions. Now you may say that it is very obvious. Isn't it? Still, we continue to make shitty ones. Ones that make us cry, that make us repent and that make us hate. I have spent the major part of my life in India and have experienced the culture that revolves around being mainstream. Opting to go for either medical or engineering, getting married, basically all that is summarised by our own Bunny in Yeh Jawaani Hain Deewani.

4 Unusual Lessons in My Sixteen Years Today I celebrate 16 successful years in my life. None of them has been extremely unusual (though some have been quite eventful). Most of them were spent in the hands of the Indian education system and the others taking a break. In this post, I write 4 unusual life lessons I learnt (or at least got to know) in my usual 16 years. 1. Moti Soap                                                   A lot of my thinking time is spent in the bathroom. Actually, most of the thinking time I give myself is while I am in the bathroom (yeah that is better). Of course, I am not quite focused sometimes so I drop the bar of soap (like my pens, my expectations and grades ). One thing I have noticed is that the usual soaps like Lifebuoy and Pears and even Patanjali get a big dent in them when they are dropped. But when the Moti soap sphere dropped, it did not get a dent.                                                   Haters would raise the question - How big

To, The Editors Subject:- From Dependant to Dependent 'Shut that tablet of yours and let us listen to the song out here!' I shouted. 'Miheer please.'- Mom 'But- '  'Please! Medhavi, do you have any headphones? ' 'No. ' 'Miheer?' 'Oh of course, I do. Here!' Dad just smiled.                                               *                         *                      * ' Miheer holds Grandma's hand. Its gonna get tough in here. Medhavi comes with me.' Its my turn to grin now.                                                *                         *                      * 'This the passport needs to be guarded at all times and costs. No patches, blotches or tears. Get it?' "Yep" I say, holding up the waist pouch. We both smile.                                                *                         *                       *              These above incid

Indirect Speeches                                I have been noticing this for the last few months.                                      When we are having dinner, my parents pull out the subject of some awkward college boy in our colony who hasn't even scored enough to pass his 12th standard. 'Hmm' I say and continue my eating. After a minute of awkward silence, my mom asks, "So what do you think you would like to do in the future?" out of air as thin as that on Mt. Everest. I give a knee-jerk like Senorita, because that is what I am thinking about. It takes me a moment to realize and then I give some answer. 101.                                      The next day it is my Grandpa. I am sitting on the couch with my legs up, watching some cricket match 9 years old, when he suddenly calls me. 'Let's go for a walk, he says.' I have to agree. We take a long walk and talk about the newest spin sensation in the West Indian team or something as vague.

But You Have To Walk On...  There comes a situation many times in life,  You have to walk on, though life stays stop.  For example walking to a class.  The class is extremely boring, and you know it all,  But you have to walk on...  You are walking down the road and there are shops all around,  Donned with Lays, Kurkure and others, begging you to come.  The shopkeeper looks at you and you almost change directions,  But you have to walk on...  Next you encounter a bus stop, with no people at all,  A bus comes purring and you have back away.  It is your favorite bus, which leaves you on your doorstep,  You almost stick your hand out to stop it,  But you have to walk on... Walking on you smell jalebi, someone making it on the side, Money in your pocket starts jingling, You are dragged towards the man, But you have to walk on... Then comes the class building,  A big black notice with the name stares at you,  You almost turn to the stairs,  But you have to walk on...  You see your fr