लोग क्या सोचेंगे ?


लोग क्या सोचेंगे???

बहुत सुना है सबसे अपनों से परायों से!! लोग क्या सोचेंगे…??

इसकी शुरुआत का कोई अंदाज़ा नहीं

हाँ पर चाहें तो अंत ज़रूर हो सकता है क्या कभी सोचा है!!

कितने अरमां दब गए? कितनी उम्मीदें ख़त्म हो गईं?

कितने रंग बेरंग हो गए? बस इसलिए!! कि लोग क्या सोचेंगे?

पापा! वो लाल कपड़ा कितना सुंदर है! दिला दो! मैंने देखा है टीवी पे पहने हुए। क्या? वो घुटने तक का?

और बिना बाहों का?

अंग प्रदर्शन नहीं करवाना है हमको सलवार क़मीज़ पहनो, लोग क्या सोचेंगे देखो,

फिर भी वो झेलती रही रोज़ रास्ते में उन बेपरवाह, बेग़ैरत, नामर्दों की बदसलूकी…

क्यूँकि माँ ने कहा था अच्छे घर की बेटियाँ ऐसे जवाब नहीं देतीं वरना!

लोग क्या सोचेंगे वो कभी कह ही नहीं पाई कि उसे और पढ़ना है आगे बढ़ना है,

आसमान छूना है कैसे कहती? इतने ऊपर उठने की बात जो थी लो!

अब लोग क्या सोचेंगे उसे भी प्यार हुआ,

दिल उसका भी बेक़रार हुआ कैसे बताती सबको, एक डर था!

हाय, लोग क्या सोचेंगे हिम्मत करके, बहुत डर के बोली,

पसंद है उसे कोई पर ऐसे हमारे यहाँ शादियाँ नहीं होती, समझी?

लोग क्या सोचेंगे? चलो, बसा लिया उसने घर जहाँ तुमने कहा था अब?

जो हाथ उसपे उठता है रोज़ उससे कैसे बचाओगे?

क्या रोज़ रोज़ दहेज की माँग पूरी कर पाओगे?

नहीं! बेटा घर की बातें घर तक ही रखनी चाहिए वरना, लोग क्या सोचेंगे?

पहली बार ख़ुश हुई, माँ जो बनने वाली थी एक नयी ज़िंदगी को जन्म देने वाली थी पर देखो,

लड़का हो जाता तो ठीक था वरना, लोग क्या सोचेंगे? कब तक? आख़िर, कब तक??

जिन लोगों का सोच कर रुक जाते हैं आपके क़दम वो तो

फिर भी सोचेंगे आप अपनी सोच बदल कि देखिए इस बार लोग कब तक सोचेंगे?

उसे भी ख़ुश रहने का हक़ दो लोगों को जो सोचना है सोचने दो बंद कर दो

उनकी परवाह करना ख़ुशियाँ आपके अपने की हैं अगर अपने ही होंगे तो नहीं सोचेंगे उड़ जाने दो उसे

, छूने दो आसमान बदल दो अपनी सोच! फिर देखना, लोग क्या सोचेंगे ये लोग हैं,

इनके लिए जान भी दे दो फिर भी ये अपना ही सोचेंगे

मतलब कि इस युग में कोई पूछने नहीं आता ज़माना ऐसा ही है ज़नाब सबका

भला करके भी लोग कोसेंगे इससे अच्छा है कि खुल के जियो सोचने दो, जो लोग सोचेंगे!!


– अग्रिमा अवस्थी

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Engineering does not end in an IIT. Being from engineering side, I’d use it as a reference, but I feel this applies to all fields. You’re not a failure Because you fail only when you’ve got no chances left, but you never know when you’d get a chance, do you? You need to realise that if you did not get what you aspired for , it does not mean that you did not work hard for that. If you could not crack an exam, it does not mean you didn’t study. Sometimes, it is just not your day, but not always, mind you.

If you can retain the drive, the courage to keep working hard, eventually you’d have it big. Not all successful people were from top colleges. I have a few stories among my close known ones who made it big being from mediocre colleges. Not a staunch believer in fate and destiny, but sometimes it does boil down to it. Stop being so critical about yourself, look forward to what’s next , not to what’s gone. Look for your next chance, not the one you couldn’t take. The society will criticise, they will tell you that this is not for you, you should’ve pursued something easier, but they do not need to be paid attention to, let alone answered. The only support you’re gonna need is your family. None of the “padosi” aunties will be half happy on your success of what your mother will be.

However , this does not mean that fate is the only thing that decides things, work too, has a big role. If you did not get the best college, that does not mean you’re not good, as it is not the end of opportunities, they will come, and keep coming if you keep working. Close to 5000 seats in IITs for general category students, 5000 seats for millions to grab. If you get a rank of 6000, you might not be able to get into the particular college, but did you do bad? 6000 out of the lakhs that appeared? You did TOO good, it’s just that someone else did better. But that doesn’t make for you to get upset and consider yourself as a failure, and stop working as a result. That means the competition got the better of you. No you’re not a failure if you worked with intent, no it is not the time to feel dejected yet. There’s a proverb which reads , “Fortune favours the brave” , but not one that reads , “fortune favours ALL brave”.

If you get unlucky, it doesn’t imply that you weren’t brave enough. As I said , ENGINEERING DOESN’T END AT THE IITs , LAW DOESN’T END AT THE NLUs, MBA DOESN’T END AT THE IIMs , and so on..

The path may get unconventional, but you will make it big if you do not give up. Try something out of the box, maybe? All you need is perseverance and patience. Good comes to those who work for it. Of not immediately but slowly. Definitely, it does.
Keep striving. Never stop.

Let’s go a little straight forward and in our style –
“Seedhi si baat hai, pehli baar mein toh Dhoni ke shots bhi miss ho jaate hain, magar bat hi ghumana chhor dega to 6 jaane ka chance 0%”.
True enough?

So, keep going. Rise and shine. More power to you everyone out there.



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“Stay?”, I squealed with hope.
“I will”, he smiled.
Love grew even in the corners of my heart.

“Stay?”, I demanded.
“Always”, he held me tight.
Love nurtured and consumed my heart in all possible ways.

“Stay?” I sighed.
He walked away.
And didn’t even look back.

These walls of my heart had shredded of hope for another chance at love. I could hear my screams from afar to stay myself but I knew I could never be the same and I didn’t want to.
– Ananya.

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Amidst Dreams and Reality


He wept and she got him a handkerchief. But he could not speak. In one of the many pauses, he said, ” You know me. I can’t fall in love,” and uttered no other word. She held his hand but the mere touch on it moved him. It felt like a quick missed heartbeat. “But you’ve never denied loving me either,” she smiled tearfully. He turned his face towards the wall, ” I want to be alone.” ” But we’re alone together,” she replied with a jilted smile. “In this moment, we’re in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people,” he replied. “I hope this dream never ends,” she begged. “It won’t, I haven’t denied being in love with you yet,” he smirked. They smiled at each other across the corners of the library, as though sharing a common dream and resumed reading again.



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An “Almost” Lover


Putting those thoughts on paper doesn’t hurt like a cut or bruise would. It’s more like a heavy feeling within. You feel like wiping away the non existent tears that you wish to form but they don’t just come. You’re crying but you’re not actually crying because the vacuum doesn’t let you. Some days, you feel everything at once and nothing otherwise. You can’t figure out what’s worse; drowning beneath the sea or dying with thirst. The numbness that “almost” and “but” bring in cannot be described in words. Some time or the other, this has happened to all of you when you’re resting on their shoulder; your hands intertwined in theirs, you try to make sense of all that’s happening with you but again you realize that it doesn’t matter and that all the happenings don’t last. You may realize that this will eventually fade with time but it doesn’t. That’s when life hits you, real hard. You sit there wondering if it was clear from the start that the two of you weren’t just friends and don’t be surprised when I say that it was. When you two met; both damaged and lonely; not willing to invest anymore in relationships. Strangely, that was the time when you two wanted each other more than anything but instead you chose to twist each other like all humans do. You send each other mixed signals and break hearts of those you weren’t even dating. When you first met each other, looking to fill the void left by your first love and found each other perfect. Like I said, “but” brings in an emotion of betrayal of emotions and words altogether. Suddenly, it all stops working when their past lovers come into the picture again and as cliched as it may sound, it hurts harder than a stone. Then one day after years in a row, when you’re busy with your life, they turn up making it worse and the same chain follows over and over till you actually put an end to it. Nothing was done wrong by either of you to push it to such an extent but you’re constantly wondering about the point of this entire chain. But somehow, you know it’s not meant to be, at least not right now. But why this chaos? There’s no justification to that. All you need to remember is that, “If you’re constantly wondering where your relationships stands, you already have an answer.”



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To the girl who thinks she isn’t enough!


Dear you, I saw. I saw you when you were standing in front of the mirror and complaining about how your “hair is too thin” , your “thighs are too large”, and that you didn’t meet the standards of a “pretty woman.” I hear you complaining about wanting bigger height and smaller breasts so that men don’t stare hungrily at them. I heard you weeping about the boy who broke your heart and you thought it was because you weren’t pretty enough. But I want you to know that I have been there too! While telling you about all this, I feel like I’m re-writing this letter to myself too. Just like you, even I stalked that girl’s Instagram profile desiring to look like her and cried myself to sleep because my body wasn’t perfect, face wasn’t symmetrical enough, that I was dark, life wasn’t as happening as her pictures were. There were times when I felt like I didn’t deserve anything or that the world was ending. It did not end there. You are a lot more than the number of people viewing or liking your pictures on social media. And let me tell you these three words — You are beautiful. The way you laugh at your own self. Those curly hair locks. Those dark brown eyes which brighten up when they see sunsets. Those tiny hands which have the power of saving a planet. That smile which can make a man fall on knees. They make you beautiful. I know you ask yourself questions like “Why can’t that be me?” “Why not me?” Stop right there. Ask yourself one more question — “What if someone out there is thinking the same things about me?” Be who you are. Don’t pretend to like comics if you don’t like them. Sooner or later, you will always find people who will love you for who you are. Once you accept yourself, you won’t need validation of others. Lastly — Know your worth. Know that you are enough! Sincerely, A girl who finally knows she is enough.

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“I love you.” “I love you more!” When I say ‘I love you more’ it doesn’t mean I love you more than you love me. It means I love you more than the starts above. It means more than the radiant smile of a child. It means more than the words can define, feelings can express and thoughts can imagine. It means more than the unforgettable first kiss. It means more than the thrills I get from roller coaster ride. I love you more than Romeo loves Juliet, more than Mickey loves Minnie, more than butterflies love gardens, more than rainbows love sky, more than sun loves moon, more than an angel loves the heavens, more than a child loves a teddy bear. I love you more means that I accept you for the person that you are. And that I do not wish to change you into someone else. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us. I love you more than any obstacle that would try to fragile this bond. I love you more when you are in a bad mood and tired and not just fun to be with. I love you more means that I know your deepest secret and do not judge you for them. I love you more than a little girl dreams of love. I love you more than every I love you ever spoken whispered or thought. I love you the most.


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The Diary of An Insomniac


It is 3:30AM. I am unable to sleep again. This is the third straight night. My doctor said it was insomnia and that I should take a break from my routine and relax for once. I find that bullshit. I think I should just pop a pill and lie down. The pills don’t seem to help. I guess I need stronger doses. I don’t even know why I’m writing this late in the night. Unintended catharsis would be my guess. In the office, I find myself in an uphill battle against sleep, with the files and work at my side. Oh yes, coffee, yes. Coffee is my aide too. I’d wager I have 9-12 cups a day. I don’t know. Give or take a few. I feel like I want to write all night. I don’t know. Should I? Maybe. I think I am losing my grasp on reality. I think and I write it down. Is it a fantasy? Is it just reality? I don’t know. I think I slept for a few minutes yesterday or I woke up. I don’t know. I don’t remember writing anything yesterday. I see scribbles. They are hard to make out. Work was a anarchic blur. I have flashes of hitting my friend, I don’t think I did that. I would never do that. Is it a dream? I think it is. Why would I think so? I feel numb. Hey there, I am back and better than before. You may notice the change in my demeanour. A very astute observation. I am sleeping when I should be sleeping now. Big surprise. Apparently, I had another fight at work that I don’t remember. A probably well deserved beating and some hospitalization and rehab later, I am proud to say that I am no more an insomniac. Judging from my previous writings, I’d say that my condition was indeed pitiful. I was disoriented, anxious, irritable and emotionally unstable, just from sleep deprivation. Caffeine abuse, clinical depression and general anxiety disorder made me an insomniac. Insomnia can be induced by heart diseases, malfunctions of the thyroid gland, psychological factors, PLMD( Periodic Limb Movement Disorder ) among others, all contribute to insomnia. The next time you have trouble sleeping over a continued period, there may be more to it than you think, so just contact a doctor. Sleep well.



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Dear long lost friend,


It’s been 3 years since we had our huge fight and decided to never talk to each other. But now, not a day goes by where I don’t think about you.


About how we used to laugh at my jokes and awkwardly be silent at yours. You were never too good at it. How you’d always be into your books and I’d always pull them away from you. How you took me to a chapel for the very first time and made me pray even though I’m an atheist.


I never believed in myself nor had any hope in whatever I did. But you were the one who never stopped believing in me. Pushed me through and had me believing in me.


I could have never imagined how a strange person could come so close to my heart in such a little time. You were like a sister to me. The one who Completed me in the true sense of the term.


It was long after it hit me like a wave that I have lost you forever. I just did. And I miss you. I wish I could make it upto you. I so wish had I been not that stubborn, the entire picture of our friendship would have been so different today.


You will never know how overwhelmed I was when I saw your text pop right up before my exam. Somehow what none of us did for the past three years, you decided to do it out of blue. But then it struck me. Sometimes it’s just too late to mend. And sometimes you cannot jump back to what you had back then. It’s all jeopardized.


There are many things that I couldn’t say and many I won’t be able to say. But there’s one thing for sure. You were a one of a kind person, one whom we come across once in our lifetime. I apparently missed my chance. And I regret it. And guess what the saddest part of it all is? You have got to live with it.



the one who was sorry but could never mean it.



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Hey there !


That sweet “Hi” followed by a million nudges .

Snoozing alarms , till I get your morning messages .


Zoom in , zoom out .

Letters poppin on my keyboard in praise of your display pic.

Swiping through your profile , I never had to process it any quick .


Worrying about the signal strength , when you two midnight callers had fun .

I guess , I too became a part of it in the long run .


I miss draining my battery for you .

I miss multi task !

I still remember his sweaty thumbs on my screen , when he was afraid to ask .


But I’m just a circuit . Do i know anything about a relation ?

But i understand connectivity .

I assure you , you’re still his favourite notification



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