What changes?

I had my 23rd b’day on 29th and naturally I would say I have grown a year older. But is that all? No, I have more to say. On this specific day I was thrown into thinking way too much. Being a workday, obviously, I had not much of choice but to get up early and go to “office” on top of that, it was one of those weeks with training-presentations, a pile of unfinished jobs and a bad cold. I had to focus on the outside.

On one hand I was really busy, but on the other I had a feeling that I needed to work some things out. So, I decided to listen to myself and then I found that my inner voice just wanted to reason out a few things. It kept on saying, ” you’re 23 today, are you where you wanted to be?” It is a scary thought isn’t it – to be asked a question like that. There is no trick or treat it is literally trick or trick!

So my head told me – EVALUATE! And do it quick because as you say “it’s one life we get”, so make sure you are not living a lie. Have you tapped your full potential? If not then why be held back? I said – “shut up” and as it goes my inner voice won’t listen (I think that’s because it is a voice it can only talk doesn’t listen). So I faced it, I confronted it. I answered the question that I dread a lot.

And I started looking back. I thought it has been a good good life. It has been a mixture – it was pleasant, sometimes not so much and at times totally devastating but I got through. We all get through and what do we get out of all that? Lessons and these lessons make us stronger yet so cautious that we dread taking the next wrong step.

And that is what I did. I stopped making choices that I just was not comfortable with. I chose the comfortable School. I chose the best college I did my part of work and I thought let the universe guide me and to be honest it took a long while but surprisingly the universe helped, although for the first time ever I had given up.

But when things started changing I was not so sure if I was okay with it. I was really uncomfortable but I went with the flow. That is “what I changed about me” I took a chance and yes It is not at all good. The only option that I had was as bad not having another option. So I changed myself and went against all that I am. I am trying to see it as a step forward or may be it is just half a step but at least it is not backwards.

So, yeah what changed? I did, because the world has been changing constantly, it was about time I left the comfort and made reckless choices or just choices so to speak – Make your mind up ha! This way I do feel like I am growing up, I would go as far as to say, I am growing old – not necessarily a bad thing but tiring for sure. Oh, the irony I sound like a rambling teenager in my twenties “life indeed is too much work” Lets see what changes next.


I had my last watch for 7 years so yeah it needed to be changed. And just like the last one, this too is a gift from my father. An other thing that was changed 😛

PS: Yeah I had a classic pizza party with my family to celebrate my birthday and I paid haha the feels 🙂

PPS: I am not getting much time to write because of the German A2 exam that I have in next 2 days time.

Word for a word.

Seven Wonders: Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?

Just seven words? Wow some one was very specific. So two languages, the gap between two entirely different cultures etc can be bridged by just seven words? Interesting indeed.

Seven words that I choose – world, humans, equal, temporary, give, love, and strive.

And this is what I meant; (one) world, (millions of) humans, (are) equal, (with) temporary (lives), (so) give, love, and strive (for the better).

Have you ever?

Have you ever felt that, your struggles are the hardest ones?

Have you ever felt that, you are all alone and no one cares?

Have you ever felt that, it won’t matter how hard you try?

Have you ever felt that, this is not what you ever wanted?

Have you ever felt that, you just need someone to hold you?

Have you ever felt that, you belong somewhere else?

Have you ever felt that, you are shackled to sadness?

Have you ever?

Have you ever lived the way you think you want?

Have you ever taken the risk you are scared of?

Have you ever looked outside the windows of your own mind?

Have you ever tried to break-free of your own thoughts?

In general, what we do is think more, worry more, wish and expect more than taking that leap of faith and doing it anyway. It does not come easy to anyone. It never was easy for anyone. But what no one ever talks about is how liberating it is to accept and let go. No, do not let go of your values and virtues, but the fear that is only in your head yet taking up all of your time – move away from it.

it is never easy, but then again who said it would be? Remember one thing though do not be held back by “buts” and “what ifs”. It has helped me… it might help others as well, to see these two as obstacles. In smallest of things is hidden the deepest of clarity – look for it because it is just right below your nose – your peace of mind. Thoughts grow only as big as we allow them to.

Being a patron saint…


In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

This prompt is being repeated, but the surprising thing is that, my older post from 2 June 2014 is automatically visible on the grid. Is the URL not supposed to change? Or do the daily prompt people just use some algorithm to shuffle and present a prompt to us at random?

I wrote it back then and nothing has changed in a year. It is about being a patron saint of feelings: https://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/being-a-patron-saint/

Run for your sake!

Saved by the Bell:  Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation at the very last minute.

Hahaha I laugh because the story is hilarious. As a child who is not mischievous? But then again to physically get yourself out of a messy situation is not an easy thing, you need tactics or like in my case survival instincts.

Oh, lying is not good thing, but we all do it one point of time or another. And being naughty is not allowed but we all have been there and done that too. Had it not been that way it would not have been referred to as childhood.

But have you ever seen an adult act like a child? I have, and I did not need to go any farther than my college. So, once upon a fine day (just 3 years ago) I and my friend (Namrata) gave our commitment to a professor (one of our teachers) that, we would take up some additional assignments.

We were simply ready to take on extra work even with a jam-packed schedule. We agreed upon this idea of extra assignments because the professor clearly said that it would help those who were planning on clearing a national level exam. So in our desperation me and my friend and a bunch of our class mates said, “yes” (with utmost excitement).

It was not until three days later that we reminded the teacher to hand us the assignment because we would be needing a lot of time to complete it, considering our so called busy schedules. Obviously sir asked all of us to follow him to his laboratory where he would delegate the work.

We reached our professor’s lab. And he approached for a pile of thick, actually very fat, books. We all were astonished but it was expected because extra work could come only from those extra-large books. Everything seems/sounds normal till here, right?

Then, he told us that he was trying to make a dummy-copy of multiple choice questions extracted from those five to six books. Here we were thinking extra work extra knowledge, who would have expected that he was basically trying to get his work done through us. I do not know about other students who were there in the room with me and Namrata, but we were literally taken aback.

We were not expecting to finish a dummy-project, we wanted actual work. So we looked at each other and were thinking of the same thing – we can not pick questions from a book and type it on to computer with their correct answers marked adjacent to them – whatever it meant to our sir, it just felt like a waste of time to both of us. It was like stepping into quicksand!

What did we do to get ourselves out of this mess, out of this sticky situation?

All of us were gathered near sir’s demonstration table and we were on the two corners. So somehow, probably because of being friends, we thought of the same idea – Slowly move to the end of the line, get yourself away from sir’s line of sight, and run out of the room. Literally RUN!

I and my friend, we did that. We used the most basic of survival instincts; fight or flight. We chose flight and not to mention ran eight flight of stairs from ground floor, back to our class up on the fourth floor. We laughed out loud and were hysterical for next ten minutes or so for what we had just done.

Later, the rest of the students came by and said that sir was asking for us, but they had no idea we had run away but sir must have figured it out and it was kind of him that he never brought it up. If anything else we got one of our good stories.

Meaningful words.

Express Yourself: Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?

Like every other living creature I like to express myself. Although, the changing world requires you to keep your thoughts to yourself because anyone can be offended for any reason, we still support the right and freedom of expression. Which ever way one chooses they can put their thoughts to meaningful words. That is the beauty of languages.

However, The painful and disappointing truth is that not everyone enjoys this so called birth right. I do not even want to touch the parts of the world and what all goes on there. But I wrote that just to remind myself of the many things that I tend to take for granted whilst we all should be grateful for it, for things are not the same for everyone, sadly.

Coming onto me, I do not dance, I do not sing (in public), I do write, I can not sculpt (in a million years), I do not paint as frequently, but I do debate – I like starting a dialogue and voicing my opinions, when ever it seems appropriate.

I adore dancers and singers, also painters, sculptors and writers. I grouped them on the basis of the medium they require to express themselves. Dancers and singers use their bodies only. It is the voice, the gestures, the movements and the emotions that these talented people use. The latter group uses their imagination and hands. But one thing common to the both groups is their perspective.

For one, they need to be inspired as that is their fuel but once inspired they create something entirely based on their own perspective. What I am trying to point out is the fact that how artists do not necessarily feel the need to relate to others. It is in the hands/eyes of the audience/consumer/critic to not only behold the beauty, but take what they choose/want to take form it. It is freedom in its true form here, artists leave it to us to dig deeper and decipher the meaning.

And as I like to write, I like to speak (a lot, actually, I just need to get started once). In speaking or writing, the use of words is primary, which is naturally followed by the nonverbal cues. But there is no way one could say “I hate you” with a smile and it would not be taken seriously. Hate is a heavy word.

Words have effect because they are easily understood. I could utter a profanity in a foreign language and still those who would pay attention would get the idea because, words are easily felt. In my opinion they are the easiest, most basic form of expression and a perfect example of the freedom of expression. Meaningful words bring meaning to life (we should choose them wisely).

(Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel) I’m feeling good.

Can’t Drive 55:  Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!

The last song that I heard was Skrillex – bangarang feat. Sirah, but the one that I paid more attention to was sung by a contestant, in a singing competition, on the telly. He sang I got you (I feel good) by James Brown. A really good song that catches your attention in a matter of seconds – Captivating!

Later while checking the prompt I searched for the lyrics of the song to cross check the exact third line, but the web-search suggested that I should check out Michael Buble’s cover of the song – I’m feeling good. So, naturally I could not resist myself from listening to the “awesome-sauce” original version of this song sung by Nina Simone.

Now that is called a good prompt. And in keeping with the fifteen minute challenge I won’t write much. However, here are the first few lines of the song:

Birds flying low you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel.

(I guess this is the chorus)
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life for me yeah
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for meeeeee…
Ooh And I’m feeling good.

The way she sings “breeze” is so magical, actually her voice is. No it is the whole song, just transcendental. The lyrics are so simple yet sung with such passion that you can feel it inside you. Each word in the lyrics hits that right spot and makes you simply relate to it.

And that folks, is what music should do for/to you… take you to your happy place.You can enjoy the song, you can take the lovely message, but it is the instrumental and the voice that you will never forget.

I love this one, it makes me feel good because it is a new dawn, a new day and a new life for me after I’m done listening to this song (haha) it makes me feel good. And for a change, I can actually listen to some vocals and not just some loud instrumental with repetitive chorus that a lot of fellows, of my age-group, seem to enjoy these days.

Link to Nina Simone’s song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5Y11hwjMNs.

What do you see?

Connect the Dots:

I can not really understand the prompt so I will go around it, rather than through it. Connecting dots, I like the sound of it. Little by little we take steps forward thinking that somehow we will reach our destination. Now, this could be a goal, or just a small aim but we know small actions will have effect so we keep pushing and going further even when we are at the verge of exhaustion.

To put it simply, I would say that we set smaller targets to achieve the bigger one. That is how the man kind has known it, that is how we all do it because when smaller things are taken care off the bigger picture is automatically perfect. Yes, like a puzzle that is. But is it that simple? Does joining one thing to the other leads to the final point?

No one can answer that for sure. But deep inside a voice says, “yes it is that simple and yes, if we connect the dots we will eventually get a line” (I guess that is the positivity speaking) One could call these smaller dots their halting points, or mini victories until they reach the final dot (until you win the entire battle). And the scary thing here is the number of dots. Sometimes we find ourselves so stuck that, it feels like we are back at square one.

That is when we do not just lose strength but we lose hope and we know that is the worst. We ask ourselves when does it end? Why is it so difficult and why is life so much of work? Be it relationships or career, be it professional or personal, we all go through it.

In my opinion the younger generation is going through it earlier then they are supposed to, but that is like the norm now. People grow up too fast and there is no childhood – every one is just jumping on to adolescence and sadly kids do not have any idea what they are missing in all this. Stress has become so common that you can hear people not wanting to live on this planet anymore, and that says a lot.

So many young people have self-related issues, kids are bullied, they have to work so hard in School/College, and then they have to get a job where they are most likely to be exploited and there patience will be severely tested. As I see it and can even relate to it, when in School/College you “join so many dots” to get out of there with flying colours, only to be again looked down upon, judged and underestimated.

So, where have the connected dots brought us now? In the middle of no where!? Who is to say! And from there it only goes down hill. Very few realize the importance of holding on, but the majority gets tired of thinking about the next dot. So, what do we conclude? That each time we are going to be at the supposed last point, we will be shown a new one? I do see it as a lot of work, and intertwined with personal life… Yes, now that is a pile of things that need be properly prioritized

So, should one give up? Or should they carry on with the hope of finally reaching the last dot? Whatever one sees fit works (I guess) because it can only go two ways, and which ever way one chooses there will certainly be an outcome – the next dot.

That Journey Via Old Place.

Our House: What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life? Tell us all about it, in as much detail as you can recall.

I never thought, I would be the one saying this but I guess life drags each one of us to that same level. I feel like I have too much on my plate. On one hand it is not as much that I would call it “out of my hands” but I feel like each of the activity on my to-do-list takes its own time to be completed. So, indirectly what I am saying is that, the things we do and the time that they take is not in proportions at all.

We do more, and say even more, but for a tiny amount of result. Now, I am not sure if others could relate to this, but If they can then they would know what I mean. Do I mean the way we do things lacks efficiency? May be yes, but I think I am referring to the fact that we give importance to trivial matters a lot more than we think.

Here is the backstory; I was required to go to some outstation place for another of those work trips and nothing was sorted out (until the last minute), to make matters worse the trains were cancelled too and my seniors clearly said that they would take care of it “later” because, you know how much time such “trivial” matters consume (sarcasm). And as it goes… they did not take care of anything until the last minute second, to be precise. 

Oh, how our seniors always have hundreds of things to take care of, but we do not. I mean we are not rocket scientists and therefore, do not have anything to do. Also, it is no use trying to explain that you have a life outside work because somehow it is presumed that you do not have one. 

However, It is in crisis like these that you get to see the true face of a person. I must say the truth could have been ugly, fortunately it was all right not great though, but okay. Who cares if it was not even my field of work to begin with – I have no choice but to take it as a learning experience.

Sadly situations like these, small matters like these, and the whole aftermath (psychological analysis) of an event like this occupies our precious time – what a wastage of resources!? Anyway, all’s well that ends well

Jumping onto the prompt, while on this aforementioned work-trip to the neighbouring city, I passed by my Junior high School. Yes, nostalgia was at its peak, after all it was the School that I attended back in third grade as a small kid. I did not have much time to walk down the memory lane, but I sure felt a sense of pride, I guess, from the fact that I have come quite a long way from where I was. Simple as that… it was good.

And so was my old abode – good! Views of the open sky, a vacant green plot of land in the front, spacious veranda, hall etc. very little noise (all the noise was me, my brother and our friends). I was three so that is all I remember. Rest is here.  (https://insach21site.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/a-clear-sky-fresh-air-and-wet-grass/)