My Lazy Girl

    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 this conference.   I took out my suite case, packed my formal suit, 2 pair of pajamas, a party dress (in case I need),  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 for the recent messages. There weren’t many of them, except for the ones from my mother and from my two best friends- inquiring about my latest activity on the air...

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 C...

   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 ...

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 till I 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 and think about him....

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...

You will get your light that will eventually make you shine and those little pieces of your soul will come back . Since childhood I was a huge fan of love stories. I used to read romantic novels. I used to believe in magic. I used to watch movies where you can sniff love all around or at least they used to end with a happy note. But then who knew my love story would be as ridiculous as it could be. Well, I know. You need not to make me believe that. Shutup Alan. (Chuckles) I used to believe that I was the Gardner of love. I used to soil it wherever I thought it could grew. But the winds have been so harsh upon me that they always rooted my plants off. Sometimes I wonder how can people be so blessed with love? Like it’s good they are but how? And why always I have to fall for the wrong one? I mean people see each other, get to know each other and they are happily ever after. As simple as breathing. As if you step into a huge store of clothes and at the very first at...

You there, right? Hello?? Clara??  What’s going on in your head Derik? Nothing. He responded in a expressionless voice. You okay? Yeah. Pretty much. Are you sure? Yeah Clara, please don’t poke me with your questions. I said I am fine!! ( silence) (heavy gasps) Why you talking like that to me? How can you be so rude? If you don’t wanna talk, hang up!! Fine, I am sorry!! I just, I am not so fine Clara. I mean I am fine but there’s one part of mine which is not okay. I know, tell me, what’s bothering you. Breath first. I am listening, tell me! I am missing you Clara. I am missing you here!! I am thousand miles apart and it feels cold. I am questioning my existence. Is this really what I truly starved for? And if it is so, it’s accomplishment gives me no pleasure and happiness. I am not feeling contented. I don’t know where I wanna go, what I wanna do next. I am not able to find the word “Settlement” in my dictionary. All I am having are the bla...