Hey there, you all must be thinking that this line which you can see highlighted in bold text above, must be written by some 35-years enthusiastic, money making hotshot with his TUCK-IN-PANTS-WITH-ZERO-CRESE SHIRTS, wearing geeky John Jacobs, sitting in a large black couch with an espresso in hand, making some shitty stock exchanges with his so-very-expensive ipad, probably a millionaire with utmost success and planning some exclusively expensive foreign trip or may be a happy retirement plans down the line. But but but, suppressing your surpass expectations, there’s me, a 21 years (not so old), lethargic, bored, yet trying to develop an unexpectedly extreme interest in my subject just so that I could seek for some research ideas for a Ph.D. programme, which more than an interest, has become a necessity. This tragedy started about 7 years before, when I, begged my father to let me opt biological sciences as my subject in my +1 (I still curse myself for that decision and that mayday). Though he was the one who suggested me not to, or simply choose Arts or Commerce as my subjects, but like any other stubborn teenager, I didn’t listen a single word of him and see, I brought myself to the doors of hell right in my face! Two years of high school, I anyhow managed and thought that, OK, it’s not that tough. Took another shot, three years of graduation, and guess what, time just evaporated like vapors in the air. Even before I could realize the volatility of this prestigious time, it was already gone. Then finally, I got admission in my post graduation, and this time, I seriously wanted to take things serious, but, thanks to myself, I mean, if there would be some sort of award for sleeping and wasting time and money, then I would definitely own one.
And now when I have realized that things were too hard to achieve and if I have got these opportunities then I must make the best out of it, because if I’m here and not the rest of the thousands of students, who gave exams like me and could not make it till here, let’s make it worth. But honestly, I also realize along with that, it’s been quite late because 5 years and still counting the minutes, I simply wasted them like anything and the hardships from the past seem nothing in front of what is coming on the way. And yes, now I can see and say that, LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN SOOOOOOO EASY, that I have been simply sitting back and writing this shitty thing which I am going through, right now. And I know that I might not be the only one who is going through all this, there are hundreds and thousands who are going through this phase right in, right here. May be you must be thinking that we should have chosen something else earlier, or maybe want to change it all now by switching to some other field. But just one more thing I want to add up here is, it’s OK! It’s ok to feel shitty sometimes, it’s ok to stress out sometimes, and it’s ok to not have a plan rather than building castles on clouds. After all, we all are humans, it’s our birth right to make mistakes. But the best part is, at least we are thinking, we are trying our best to reach somewhere, at least we are living, with all our organs in place and functioning properly.
I know, things are taking time, but trust me, what’s yours, will always going to be yours, either by hook or crook or in any ways. Just keep trying and NEVER QUIT! And you never know, the one whom I have descript above, can be you or me, so just keep smiling and wake up every day with the urge to learn something new and the zeal to do something productive. You never know, what next moment brings to you! So just straighten up your back, and fight, because we are all warriors, fighting our own battles. To win or to lose might be a matter of fate, but at the end, what will bring satisfaction to you would be that you fought atleast. So, enjoy the journey, the destination won’t look far, just like some school roadtrip. . It’s just a bad day, not a bad life!


दुनिया के इस बाग में एक और फूल खिला, जिसकी महक से मानो मन का मैल धुल-सा गया हो,

पर न जाने क्यों भगवान उसे काँटे देना भूल गया, तभी तो सब उसे आसानी से तोड़कर, मसलकर, कुचलकर फैंक देते हैं।

The Journey Begins

Yeeeaaaaaaa, so the journey has been started. Actually, not today, but it started years ago.

ये कहानी शुरू हुई थी सन् 1997 में। 25 दिसम्बर, यह दिन बाकी दिनों जैसा ही था, सर्द हवाएं, ठंडा-सा सूरज, ऊन की चादर और एक चारदीवारी। पर यह दिन किसी और के लिए खास हो न हो, मेरे माता-पिता के लिए किसी त्योहार से कम न था, और क्यों न हो, आज उनके नौ महीनो का इंतजार जो खत्म होने वाला था। चीखों के एक सिलसिले के बाद दूसरा शुरू हुआ, पर इस बार की चीख दर्द भरी नहीं बल्कि चंचल एवं हर्षोल्लास भरी थीं। आंखों में नमी थी, पर उनमें छुपी खुशी असीम थी, क्योंकि उस दिन मेरी माँ ने बेटे को नहीं, एक बेटी को जन्म दिया था! ❤️