Make it on Your Own

Instead of finding an escalator,

I chose to become my own ladder.

I don’t owe anyone, anything.

I don’t mind giving credits,

I just don’t “have” to.

I have made it on my own.

Not many people can say that without blinking.

I continue to survive,

Rather quite well for myself,

Without any sugar-coat, looks, money or power, or, whatever that the spineless humans fall for..

I will continue to believe in KARMA.


And, She Was Gone!

Every day she would shed little pieces of her personality,
Every day she would abandon a part of her unique self,
Every day she died, just a little.

Surrounded herself with the people, she could care less about.
For the ghosts of the past would come haunting, whenever she was alone.

She, who would love to ponder, now hated the self-talk.
She, who loved the solitude, now can’t dare to stay back.

Lost somewhere behind those glasses,
Amidst those line of codes,
She was nowhere to find…

Day by day, piece by piece,
She was gone has been gone for a while now…


Is There an Expiry Date to Creativity?

Flannery O’Connor has said that,

“Nothing needs to happen to a writer’s life after they are twenty.
By then they’ve experienced more than enough to last their creative life.”

I am 21, and I think, am yet to experience lots of things in life.
I am yet to fall in love, yet to experience heartbreak, yet to feel the agony of losing a loved one, yet to travel the world, yet to LIVE…

I would really like to know, what you all think about it. The reason I am posting this is because I heard about this in a movie called Stuck in Love, and it got me thinking if this is why, nothing is happening in my life now, it has become so monotonous, or should I say easy.

What’s a life without any struggle, without hardships, without any bliss, without any excruciation? And what’s a writer, without any of the above experiences…

Comments Are Invited!


In chasing all the possible flowers for my garden,
I forgot to sniff any of their scents.

In chasing one milestone after another,
forgot to stop running and admire the beauty of the pathway.

In chasing all the moments of life,
forgot to savor that one moment.

In chasing those big things,
forgot to be grateful for little things.

That never ending chase!

In the chase to not miss anything, missed out on everything…

Chasing life, I remembered to inhale and exhale,

But, forgot  to breathe, just BREATHE. 



I switched-off the button,
and all the feelings left.
They left as if they were never there.
They left without much fuss.
And I was proud,
I was proud to have such control over them.
They now reside in a grave deep buried,
Where there reach no daylight or soul of night.

Except for when they left, created a void in me,
Vacuum perhaps,
leaving me completely blank and numb.

Now everyone is either not good enough,
or too good.
Small or too tall.
Ugly or too handsome.
Imperfect or just too perfect.

Unwilling to move on.
Can’t bring the brain to switch-on the button again
But the heart, it still clinges onto you..



– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

Dying Humanity..

CASE-1(July 2012): A young girl beaten and stripped by a mob of men when she left the bar in the morning after partying. So many people watched this but none came to rescue the girl who was assaulted for reportedly 30 minutes. But of course, what they didn’t forget was to capture the incident on their phone.

CASE-2(Dec 2012): Someone must have heard them when they were crying for help after they were dumped naked and bleeding on the road side. But their cries were ignored as “they are not related to us” or due to “khamakhaa ka panga ho jayega”. Yes, I am talking about the Nirbhaya case.

CASE-3(Aug 2015): A man took two victims of an accident to hospital and informed the police. In return what the police do, they send him to jail and asked for a bribe of RS 2000. This man swore to never help anyone in his life again.

In the above mentioned first two cases, the people involved in the crime were clearly had no reason to be called human. But what about the people who saw it happening, but preferred to be the ‘silent spectators ‘. Were they humans? Of-course they were, well, they all had two eyes to see, two ears to hear, a brain to apply, a heart to feel, two hands and two legs to act and a mouth to speak up but they would rather not use it as the victims were not in any way related to them, so why take the pain, right?

Now let’s see the third case, In this a man did help the victims of an accident and sent them to hospital, but what does he gets for doing a good deed, he is sent to Jail and is asked for Rs. 20k in bribe to get himself out. Now will this man ever in his life, help anyone in need, I guess no. So there, we lost one more from the species which is getting very rare, almost at the verge of extinction- The ‘Real-Human’ species. Now what makes this race so special, it is a very basic thing, which is preached by almost everyone but not everyone do what they preach. That thing is ‘humanity’.

The people passing by the injured couple and not stopping to help were homo-sapiens but not the real-humans. And even they were not real- humans who silently witnessed the girl getting molested by a mob in front of them, because if they were they would have considered the victim as their own as all the real-humans are related irrespective of their cast, religion, gender, ethnicity or age.
Just so you can stand straight, walk on two legs, have an intelligent brain doesn’t make you real-human, you got to have a thing in your DNA known as humanity. This Independence day let us all pledge to be a real-human and raise our voice for the real issues rather than bickering about a cricket match.