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The popsicle love!

Let me guess! You believe in love stories right? Wait! It’s not bad! We all do actually! A handsome guy, driving his pedalled scooter around the hood. Drives past a good looking girl. Eyes meet! Heads nod! And kaboom! Right? Well!……..

It is true in the movies! Or novels! Or some rom-com books. But in real life? You appear to be intelligent people! I am sure you can figure it out by yourself. Though everybody expect their love life to be all glossy, happy and even chummy sometimes. It’s true! Who would not want to kiss in front of the Eiffel tower or get proposed at The Taj mahal or travel the world with their other halves. We all want that right? There is that wanting feeling constantly surfaces when you are dating! Relationships, gifts, time, attention and love. Yes love! A four letter word that can move the world upside down for some people. An intriguing and notoriously solid word of all time. It’s like the Leonardo DiCaprio of words! I consider love to be the GOAT (greatest of all time). But let me ask you a simple question! What is love?

Is love an emotion? Is it a feeling? Or is it nothing? Since there is no true definition of love yet scientists call it a chemical phenomenon happening inside the human brain. However, there is yet no true accepted definition of love. But we don’t really need a text book statement to feel the way we feel about certain things, situations and people!

Would you believe me if I tell you a little secret? A secret about love! A love that happened at the most ungodly time! A love that had beaten all the odds to flourish! A sweet yet sour kinda love! Well! Its that popsicle love!

There was a time when I struggled to find the ways to comprehend what love is? What can you expect when you never experienced it deeply. This is true though, most of us folks had never been able to feel the capacity of human feelings. Why we feel the way we feel? There is no solid answer to this statement! Yet we become self experts and go on to deliver speeches about our knowledge on the topic! Loving someone is an art form. It’s about giving and not expecting a single thing in return!

Well that’s what she is all about! Yes, she! She who made me believe in love during the most vicious time. Made me understand what love is in the real life than being passively existing. She allowed me to be free yet kept me tied to my goals. And that is what a true love is right? In the present world, when our lives are affected with pandemic and what not, we all search for a little joy to be sane. Let me tell you something, when you love someone, every moment becomes a lucid dream which is actually happening in your real life!

When I get upset, she calms me down! I laugh and she makes a snoring sound! I cook and she tells the whole town! That is what makes two people madly in love. It takes a life time to meet people who are true to themselves first. But when you meet those people, you don’t let them go ever. You tell the whole world as to how fortunate you are! A belief in your own love can make you conquer every obstacle. There is no purest feeling than being loved by someone extensively. In fact there is no such thing as too much love!

That is the kind of love we should embrace! A little sweet, a little sour and bubbly! You can call it a fancy word yet I call it my popsicle love!

#Jojo

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That Girl and her apprehensive dream

A lot being said about women in general these days! Don’t get me wrong! All the cool things I mean! The unlimited shopping spree, the makeup facade, that extravagant conversation and much more. But today I want to talk about the girl behind that woman and her apprehensive dream!

Like most of my blogs here, this one today is also inspired by a real life venture of a friend. However, I do believe, this is almost true for all the women out in the wild wild world.

Nobody is spared from the rut of daily life’s labour! Waking up, doing chores, working to pay bills to survive and even maintaining relationships. Even the strongest of women go through this every damn day. In fact, women have it more complicated than men. The world is changing for sure, but is it though?

We call ourselves the gender unbiased society yet we don’t let a woman walk alone at 2 am in the morning. From open grounds while covering reports to closed indoors and working 10 hours shift, women have conquered it all. I mean all!

There is always a story every single one of us owns! The story writing starts with us being little and narration goes on even after life. All stories are inspiring but few are quintessential! And that quintessential story is the one I am going to tell you today about that little bun!

A story of an audacious woman, beating all the odds! Yes! Coming from a small town yet making it to a big city. Never been away from home yet living alone amid the pandemic! Being introvert in childhood to managing multiple teams. But what is it that makes her achieve so much? Is it her tenacity or maybe that apprehensive dream!

She works like the man of the house while being the super-girl of her dreams. She is the superhero of her own story while devoting all her faith in baba ji (the almighty gurunanak dev ji). Heartbreaks, setbacks, emotional abuse and pretty much all the evils of the society could not slow her down. She carries a sword of positivity with a shield of wisdom. Though, it is impossible to break her guard, you can’t resist without knowing what’s behind that symphonic heart!

She sings lullaby, she walks the green fields, her laugh is the light of her house and her love is an impeccable treat! She is funny sometimes and a whole bunch crazy mostly. She doesn’t understand the word boredom and does bhangra on cosmic tunes!

She acts and pretends to be strong, yet she fears losing to life and beyond. Maybe it’s ok to feel vulnerable sometimes! Breaking yourself from the chains of life once in a while! She believes in her own self than anything else. Though she thinks her story is complete which is still being written on. Her prayers has the persuasive powers to win the world, yet she keeps herself grounded to serenade the apprehensive dream!

Thank you!

-AB

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The whales that fly.

If we were living in a stone age, surrounded by tall trees, flourishing fauna, chirping birds and far away from stigma of living a successful life, wouldn’t that be just wonderful? Since, we wake up everyday, worrying about the events to fall upon us on that day which is no different than a fighter jet is about to drop a bomb on our heads. Waking up is a process of walking oneself to the reality, not dragging your consciousness to oblivion. Have you ever wondered how amazing it would feel, if you let the whales fly a little?

Let me tell you a story. Wait! Not a story, in fact a glimpse into someone’s life. Audacious, exuberant and fun yet sensitive, messy and lone. Exactly like the frailty and strengths of human mind. Someday’s just barely surviving yet on others radiating happiness like the crescent sun. We plan a-lot about our future, Taking vacations, travel, living abroad and getting high paying jobs. But what about the present you waste thinking about the things needs to be done? You plan on buying car which cost you 400$ a month, yet you somehow miss out on 100 hours of your life each month. But how does she do it? Keeping it real and building herself by doing all the things she loves. Does she have a theory? or maybe she just let the whales fly.

I have witnessed hundreds of phenomenas. From extreme lightning to a street fight. From amusing rainbows to a pot pipe. There is truth in every lie yet we make believe stories with the cringe insight. I ask why? Have you ever noticed the psychology behind it? Lies are addictive. They sedate in believing the wrong. This is something psychologists called as blue-green effect. Making oneself open to idea of oneness is the ultimate goal of Vipassana. Try to forgive, let go and interact soulfully is what Vipassana is all about. You don’t want to be a zen master instead just adapt to the light. Be friendly, generous and a delight. Try to get into people’s life with the idea of giving your all. I adore her reasonings, she tells me that life should not suppose to make sense in fact it should derive a healthy purpose and be fun. This could all be her tricking me with the pun filled lies or maybe just maybe, she let the whales fly!

Experiences are created, they can’t be bought. Similarly, life is an experience which is created and fine tuned by your soul. It entirely depends upon you, whether you want that experience to be in 3D, a virtual reality or a 240 pixels distorted mess? What if you just let go of the things that are holding you for a while. Let go of your 3D glasses and try out a 240 pixel with your bare eyes. Toggle around, accept the change, observe if it feels rejuvenating. Sometimes doing nothing is the best you can do to yourself. I have learnt the value of doing nothing sometimes from her. She believes in holding back your thoughts at the time of the adversity and expressing yourself when you are at your best. Her ability to fail at making english idioms relate to the situation is what makes her free from the block chains. She insists on being open to a change and not being afraid of augmented reality of life. I guess I was wrong the whole time, maybe she is the whale that fly. She is the whale that fly!

‘She’ is you! All you lovely and inspiring girls out there in the world, I dedicate this prose to you. Where ever you can be found.

It’s been quite a long time since I posted. I want to credit Nishi for the inspiration for this prose.

Thank you

- A.B.

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Two must have perfumes for Minimalistic Men

Okay. I see what you did there. You just had the wonderful Diwali and almost spent your entire salary/savings on it.

But somethings in life doesn’t need a reality check. Living life with the extreme happiness is why we dwell in the minimalistic life style in the first place.

So put on your cosy pajamas coz I am going to tell you today a little secret on what are the two most important perfumes a man can own.

I have been a perfume enthusiast and probably owns 30 odd perfumes. Pretty badass right?

So, what are those two perfumes a man can own and still be pretty cool with the savings.

Number 1: Versace pour homme

An absolute killer day time fragrance which works solid in office, movies and lunch situations. It is fresh, citrusy and aquatic.

Number 2: Armani acqua di gio profumo

Monstrous performance, seductive and panty dropping outtakes. This is probably the most important fragrance for all the men out there. You can’t go wrong with this one. Be it date night, club, a sensible diner or netflix and chill situations. This will knock your senses out.

Start spending on things that elevates your aura and helps you grow as a being while being in budget than spending on things to make you look superior yet gives no eternal bliss.

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The constipation Theory

November 22nd 2018 and it happened again.

Hi fellow readers. Before we go any further I want to let you know how much I love you all and appreciate you guys even when you all ignore my blogs and not liking or commenting a single word from the oxford dictionary on any of the posts. This means a lot to me. THANK YOU!

If you are reading this line you probably would have read the first paragraph which I appreciate again. Although keeping all the sarcasm I was trying to throw at you people above, I sincerely missed my blog family.(wink wink)

“Hey Abhinav that’s all cool. We sure are thrilled to have you back. However why did you choose to come back for a post and that too in month of November when it is like thle worst time to be human” asked a wise man once.

Well actually it is possibly the best time to write a blog knowing the chances of me getting into a black Friday sale is as black as my (4 letter word that starts with a D.). Yes Duck.

But that is not the point. I am here to talk about one of my friend. For all the sensitive reasons for the reference let’s just call him as “pooh”.

Pooh and I have known each other from over 20 years now. We share the un-separable bond. But in the meantime something is not right with buddy “pooh”. He is adamant and mostly clingy. He shy away from the conversations, started avoiding me and ultimately stopped calling at ungodly hours which he always liked doing.

In the beginning, it was even peculiar for me as well. But then I sat Pooh down one day. Convinced him to tell me everything he is holding inside. Well my gesture was not the friendliest as Pooh burst out loud telling everyone in the building of his existence.

15 minutes into the conversation and I was all tears. I didn’t realise that I was crying until, the drop of tear reached my belly button (which is as gross as to touch your body as it sounds like). But that day I thought that nature is cruel.

Pooh is suffering from a disease which for all insensitive reasons I cannot disclose. All I can tell is that he often gets cranky, lost the appetite and feels nauseated mostly during work hours. He is embarrassed to go out in public and mostly chooses to stay at home alone. And similar thing happened on November 22nd, 2018 when Pooh had a breakdown again and this time in the mall.

But during all this struggle, Pooh never lost a sight of who he really is. He still believes in his abilities and what he can do. He backs his motivation to survive and ultimately cherish his little moments of life.

The lesson Pooh teaches everyone is to live today so that you wake up tomorrow to see the sun rise.

Bringing out the Pooh in you is the ultimate frontier to existence.

God bless you America.

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Little do I know and that’s all I say

Barefoot. On the roll. Heads up. Nowhere to stroll.

When this all seems like a fairy tale, my mind starts to wander and boggle. The best thing happens to a person everyday, waking up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Searching for the rising sun through the window and taking the deep inhale of cool air surrounding your comfy bed(if you are not an early morning flatulent aka gas-bag).

Everyday is a bliss. The notion of sleeping 7-8 hours straight, suddenly waking up and finally getting into the state of consciousness eternally clungs onto our mind and heart. How orgasmic is that aroma of fragrant oil that reaches your nose and enters your respiratory system and touches the inner walls of lungs. Phew I am already mellow.

I wonder all the time how calm we usually are in the morning as compared to ,say, at noon time. The hustle of reaching office. The anxiety before entering a meeting or an exam hall. The struggle of finding work for daily wagers. The stress of finding shelter. Well little do I know and that’s all I say.

I wonder sometime. Why can’t we be like the person we are in the morning? Free of all the miseries of the life that are about to follow us in a day. Why can’t we be the suffix to breath rather than trying to be the prefix all day. Well, Little do I know and that’s all I say.

As a child we get fascinated on seeing a butterfly flying freely in the park. Leaping tall trees in search of nectar from one flower to another. Or maybe the very first crush we develop in the history classroom. How about the excitement of going on a vacation. The nervousness before the very first kiss. Everything feels surreal and hallucinatory. Right?

If that is what we call  ‘Life’. I interject, to think of it as a lie! We procrastinate so much and achieve a little. The continuum of space time allows us to fly to some certain height. We fall down and think it is a part of Life? I know they teach us to call it the Gravity but trust me government is no play. Little do I know and that’s all I say.

I do everything to please my heart’s inner voice. Dwelling into the deep fields of conciousness and obtaining the peace should be the meaning of life. Smothering  wisdom and respect comes from the sacrifices. Have you ever witnessed sun falling down the sky?

Call your ‘Life’ a deceiver or a two-faced bitch. If we don’t know the premise behind our survival, can’t we sit down and smile a little? We feel the light but embrace the fear.  Maybe the expectation of Life causes a deliberate sway. Well, little do I know and that’s all I say. That’s all I say.

“Living is easy until you realize what conundrum dying owns” - A.B

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The meaning of life lies in the first breath you inhale to meditate.

-AB

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If a mere thought of future ignites a flame of zeal, why doesn’t the living in present though?

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24 hours into the Future

“Time is an illusion”. And even if you think I am absolutely cray, imma still say it - ‘Time’ is just a word. Its like a delusion. Lets just consider time to be a person. A person who never shows up in skin, does wonders without uttering a single word and has never had any encounter with paparazzi. Maybe Time is working for The Man(illuminati).

‘Time waits for none’. We humans get beaten by it all the time. Every living thing in the Universe is bound to be in the present that is forever transitioning into future from the past. To think of it our mind is always worked up about how to control Mr. Time. Like I can never stop creating imaginary stories of how I could have rocked my first date by travelling into the past. Phew! Who doesn’t? Similarly I love creating the perfect scenarios of how to stalk her next without letting her know. Well.. For every Adam there’s an Eve ( at least that’s what they say )

I am prettt sure that possesing a time machine is almost everyone’s desire.. What if I tell you that I had a time machine that took me into the future?

What if I actually got 24 hours in the future? Goosebumps right?

Do you remember that girl from my old post “The girl at the cafeteria”? Yes. The alluring, pleasing and beautiful one. Well my first 3 hours in the future were spent trying to find her on streets. I had this false hope that maybe we are together, maybe we got married, maybe she is the mother of my child(chuckles). But neither could I find her nor many other people who I thought will be there. I spent another 12 hours finding everyone I once knew. Somehow the future seemed dark and disturbing. Then I met someone I thought I knew the most. “Myself”

Yes. I met the future 'Me’. Smart, intelligent with slight gist of jerkiness. It was strange! A Rolex on my wrist and a Maserati car key on my desk. Sitting in a glass cabin surrounded by all sort of Artificial Intelligence. Maybe it was the technology revolution. I seemed impulsive though(which is my forever charm). I could sense that something was bugging me. Maybe I was alone. Maybe I had everything but still had nothing. Maybe I still fail to comprehend it but I was doing something I never imagined I would do. I was eating something I never liked. There was no one I could talk to. I could hear people abusing me, dissing me behind my back. In layman language I was pretty effed. “What the heck is wrong?”, I wanted to ask my future self. What sort of place is this? But I couldn’t know(one of the perks of travelling in time). I felt miserable. I ran away to find a place to swallow my emotions.

I sat alone on a vacant bench for 2 hours under the setting sun. This is it? All that money, that fame, that popularity is so vulnerable that it can’t buy me happiness. I felt nauseated and was fuming in anger. “Get me out of this hell”, I screamed inside my head and dosed off ( I must have as I woke up to a different time. It was confusing) Suddenly I saw an elderly couple holding hands, walking by the aisle near the oak tree. Grey haired, Wrinkled skin and casual outfit they should seem ordinary yet something was astonishingly peculiar about them.They seemed familiar. From distance they resembled like an old couple’s stone sculpture mounted at 54th Street. I couldn’t help but followed them knowing they can’t see and hear me.

The old man was chirping something in the lady’s ear, teasing her time to time and was constantly making her laugh. After spending 16+ hours in future, they were the first people who seemed happy and fun. While I was trying to recollect the memories of the day, the old couple stopped at an Ice cream cart. “One chocolate fudge for him”, the old lady told the Cart boy . Now that was amusing - even I loved chocolate fudge. The cart boy gave them the freezing Ice-cream and out of nowhere he asked the elderly couple “How did you two meet?”. ‘Well it all started at the cafeteria when I saw her for the first time”, the old man said without waiting a second started the story with this sentence.

“Wait! Hold on! My brain stopped for a second. This can’t be true. What the Fiddlesticks! This is unreal”, I said to myself. I pinched on my arm to see if I was not dreaming. No. “That old man was none other but me”. Old and weak yet happy and joyful. Telling my story to a boy. “And the lady with me was that girl I saw at the cafeteria”. We were together. No more you and me in fact we were us. A couple not strangers. “This is crazy”, I shouted out loud yet nobody could hear it. I spent my remaining hours listening to their story and how destiny finally made them get together. I had tears in my eyes as the story felt like a fairy tale.

24 hours were about to get over in future for me and it was time to return. I saw them getting into the beautiful house near the lake front. At the last few minutes as the door to time machine opened, I had an epiphany and said to my self that “All our lives we keep on imagining things, creating scenarios and doing all the absurd things to woo and mesmerize people and attract things that might not even belong there yet our mind convinces us that they are the one. While the people who are going to be the biggest influence in our life are either not there yet or we haven’t recognized them yet”. Why not sit back? Wait for those people, those things, those moments that define you and your life. Love what you have and have faith on your will and motives. “Give time to yourself as Mr. Time always helps those who help themselves”.

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Take me to the Stars

“It’s not us who chose the Universe, in fact the Universe chose us”. While we still live in a fantasy bubble, always encapsulated by our thoughts and fears, The Universe continues to function incessantly under no obligation to make sense to us. Stars are born and they die just like every other substance of life does in the cosmos. Stars and Humans are identical in some terms except that when Stars die they go with a bang unlike humans(which is more like a Phuss…).

Ever heard a Star whining about their boss’s behaviour to the other stars? Ever witnessed two stars fighting for a bus seat? ‘No’ right? In fact Stars are those cool heads who just don’t give a freakin Sh**. They live their life to the fullest, radiating the happiness in form of heat and light and doing what they are suppose to do. They too have followers that we arbitrarily call ‘Planets’. Have you ever wondered why? Our relationship with the stars is not new, in fact it dates back to thousands of years ago. While we are still striving to grab attention and gather claps on our cockamamy acts, Stars are burning themselves in order to seed life else where on one of its follower. We as human beings grow up to be selfish, egocentric and arrogant while stars grows up to help Planets sustain life, protect them from falling comets and helps get tanned.

Its a majestic in itself that though we claim to be made up of star stuff, we possess no quality like them. Why can’t we break the chains holding us? Why can’t we let go of our egos and foolishness. Of course there will be heartbreaks, struggles, rough days and nights but even the Stars wobble while rotating but never stop in mid way. Living a life that has a purpose, a path and a vision is far better than living in a shell consisting negativity and jealousy. Remember every dark tunnel has a beaming light at the end of it. It is just an hypothesis that when we die we become a Star but why not try to “Live like a star” instead.

It’s an interstellar journey full of challenges and blows. If you fall, get up and take it to the chin. Do your thing and people who are destined to be there will follow. And at the end when you are sitting on the porch, with your eyes wide open, looking down at Earth and singing “Take me to the Stars” with the fellow Stars, I am pretty sure that you will be much happier and contend.

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7 Tips to Office Fit

Greetings fellow Readers! 

How often this happens when we fantasize to achieve that ‘chiseled jawline, those 6 pack abs and those flexed biceps’? Mostly all the time right? However in order to succeed, we ought to eat right and workout every day. But somehow, due to the bounties of life, the massive Stress and the over tempting Domino's cheese burst pizza, we are made to sacrifice. And with that sacrifice, comes the self loathing, the guilt and in some cases, a 37 minutes monotonous lecture from the wife(wink).

Don’t you sometimes wonder why there isn’t a magic potion that forbids us to get fat. Absolutely Not! Humans are not there yet to invent something of that huge paradigm. But Wait! What if I tell you the 7 tips. Tips that eventually will help you stride towards your fitness goal regardless of the age, sex and how big of couch potato you are. Tips that you can adopt, assert, apprehend and apply while your time in the Office/Work.

Here’s the needful.

Tip 1: Drink 4 liters of water everyday - Our body is 70% water and thus Tip 1.

Tip 2: Go greens in the office - Munch on a bowl full of salad prior to lunch or as a mid-morning snack.

Tip 3: Always use Stairs - Keep those knees working by climbing stairs every time.

Tip 4: Break the character - Don’t be a seat junkie. Get up after every 45 minutes and go for a small walk around the isle. Refer to Tip 1 when you are in isle.

Tip 5: Workout for the gains - Spend 30-40 minutes in the gym. Do some light yoga, stretching, meditation, strength training etc.

Tip 6: Drink 3 cups of green tea a day - Green tea helps to stay concentrated, fresh and proactive(Also for the female readers, it helps in fat loss too).

Tip 7: Laugh - Just laugh. Share a light joke, a funny humor or a P.J. Always remember that ‘Laughter is the best medicine’.

Fitness is all about consistency, diligence and control. Starving yourself to not eating anything for the entire day to suddenly overeating is preposterous. Making healthy food choices and inducing some good quality workout in your regime not only enhances the physical beauty but synchronizes the eternal mind rhythm as well. 

Follow the 3 C’s of life that is ‘Chance, Choice and Change’ and cherish the results you will obtain. 

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The only competition one ever has is the time they spend in thinking of others as competitors.

Abhinav Bhardwaj

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Love that happened on the 11th day

‘Everything is fair in Love and War’ - Amidst of all the bounties of life, love is the most alluring. Love is inevitable. The joy it brings to the heart and the consent that follows it, is hard to express. A great man once said “You either love or you hate. You live in the middle and you get nothing”. Of course that great man is ‘Charlie Sheen’. But Whatever. Lets not address the elephant in the room.

Similarly November 11, 2011 was nothing ordinary for me. A cold winter breeze in the fuzzy morning intentionally woke me up to my alarm beep at 7:00 am. I gazed through the top window of my room and could see the sun rays spreading through the clouds onto the face of Earth. Almost like the ‘Lights from the heavens’. I picked up my phone to check out the messages(A practice one should master when they have nothing exciting to do). “Last 11 days were tough. I have to get my shit together now” - I was diligently convincing myself in the head while scanning through the messages. “Good Morning and I Love You :)” - a message was received at 6:43 am.

I beamed with joy and those first love glitters. It was special because It was my first ever official “Love message”. Message from the girl I had spent an year chasing. ‘I know I know’ this sounds so like a stalker. But believe me it was just the innocent love. All the cat fights with the friends, the stalking in the sun, the morning jogs to get the glimpse of her’s, had finally payed off. I suddenly could feel the responsibility and affection. But Wait a minute! What about the last 11 days? What happened in the those 11 days?

It all started on November 1. I saw her in mustard yellow t-shirt pretending like the sunflower plant, sitting beside her dad in the passenger seat of car. Buoyant as she might seemed. She gazed at me through those hypermetropic eyes with the most terrible eye candy glance(like I was some stalker she already knew of. Huhh). Anyways. I did try to make some eye contact but honestly was “afraid of her dad”. I went back home and immediately sent her an email(Yes. I had been blocked on all social media preferences and email was lit at that time). So I sent her what I thought were the cutest lines ever, hoping that she would reply. “Of all the girls out there, you are the only one who made my heartbeat skip today”. Awww. Now it was no pick up line. But it eventually worked. Though she didn’t reply to that particular email but it was a positive stride.

Three days of the sobering and pondering about her followed by the lone sulking and innocent stalking, It had already got peculiar for me. I had started wondering whether I was only making things more bizarre. “Beep beep” suddenly my phone rings. “What do you want?” - said the text I received. I must agree it wasn’t all that fancy and joyful but still I was radiating with the complete ‘Electromagnetic spectrum’. It felt like I was glowing of Infra and gamma rays. Like a supernova in my stomach. I knew for a fact that god had something really cool planned for me but had no idea that it was a girl with two ponies.

The succession of messaging back and forth made me felt like an invincible Buck. There was no stopping me. I made her laugh, jealous, pampered and loved. She was cute and immersing while I on the other hand was solidly emerging. If she was Tropic of Cancer, I was no less than the Capricorn. If she was the ‘Y’ axis, I was no less than ‘X’. If she was The Earth’, I was no less than the ‘Moon’. As funny as it might sound, but she was jumbled and had not a single clue of the time she said to me 'I love You. I could do nothing but could only smile as now I knew, what the hologram of love on the 11th day can do to one.

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When she was my first crush

“Twinkle Twinkle little star, I miss you dear crush wherever you are”. For most of the people, the crush ‘preposition’ happens early in ones life. Probably in school days or before that. But for me 'Early was a bit too late’. Well School days for me weren’t that pretty and pleasant. I was part of a cool group. You see those guys who had 1 head and a torso with no neck. “Like those chubby chicks in the hood”. But with the advent of puberty, things got better for me later in my teens.

Let us fast forward to the day I saw her for the first time. It was the third day of the college. I was wearing blue t-shirt and dark denims with brown canvas shoes on. In my head I was Zac Efron. I sat on the last bench in classroom. I was pretending to play the cool guy in the class. “Let us start introducing ourselves to each other beginning from the last bench”, the lecturer uttered. 'Shit’ I mumbled followed by the grumpiest expressions”, I stood up. “I am Abhinav”, were the only words that came out of my mouth before the class got interrupted. “May I come in Sir”, a girl standing at the door way vocalised. She was short heighten, wearing a solid grey t-shirt. Her hair were tied to the back. She was fair and had a defined jawline. “May I come in Sir” she repeated. “Yes Please, do come in”, the lecturer replied softly.

Before I could even get an idea of what is going on. She started walking towards the bay I was sitting in. In my head I was like “Man! what did I do wrong this time” while my face was still grumpy. I guess she saw me standing for sure. As I was playing the cool guy, I tried the Ryan Gosling eye contact approach. Obviously it didn’t work. She is walking towards me and as soon as she gets to the bench ahead of my seat, She sat down with a bunch of other girls. Wow. “She is a deal”, I allegedly announced inside. I was “Goose bumped and Nervous”. “You can continue”, the lecturer said.

I began the preceding with the most flaunting accent that was neither American nor British. After 2 minutes and 17 seconds of the brutal vocabulary shenanigans, I sat down. “That is so good”, the lecturer intonated with a head nod. Meanwhile I was lost and slept. I could only see her hair from that weird back view. Brown with streaks of blonde hair, she seemed like somebody drew her. I could not abstain myself from looking at her hands specially her rose gold coloured watch. She felt too unreal to my eyes(The girl not the watch). I was getting the butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to talk to her, but how? I wanted to ask her name but how? What would she think of me? Ouff. All these hypothesis and no way around. Should I say “Hi” first? Phew! My heart was thumping with that top notch adrenaline rush. Wait. I am pretty sure now that she was my first official crush.

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The Chronicles of a Bad Guitarist

Dating back to the time when universe was a dark, dense place. There were no stars, galaxies, planets and even Oreos. It all started with the BIG BANG. Out of billions of Galaxies, The Milky Way was one. Of billions of planets, The Earth was one and of billions of people. Why does everything drool down to me. Yes. “It was Me”. A small town boy with big time dreams. My vision was clear. My goals were set. I was content. Little did I know fate had a surprise for me. A pleasant one I guess.

On a normal day out of the uncertainty of life’s struggles, I was at the bus stop waiting to catch a bus. Suddenly, I saw a girl. Hold on! Before you start doubting my intentions, let me be very clear. She was like 18 and was with a guy probably her friend(Yes that’s what they tell us, “we are just friends”). Snugs. Anyways. I saw this girl sitting at the railing of the stop. She took the guitar out of the bag(see it’s a chained process). Put the guitar on her lap and strummed the only chord my 2 years old nephew plays. “The A chord”. Yes The A Chord. How to Annoy Chachu in less than 3 seconds. So she strummed the first chord(The ‘A’) then another one and then the third one. I have to agree, I was skeptical about the song she was trying to play and it was all based on my knowledge of Guitars(wink).

She started singing and playing some english song which I don’t remember the lyrics of. But it was mesmerising and pleasant. She sounded like a Jazz singer. The sound of the guitar was in such a symphony that it felt surreal at first. The rhythm was so melodious that eventually she seemed like The Harp Twins but with one sibling missing. And ‘boy oh boy’. Guitar had me hooked. On my way back to home, I borrowed a guitar from my friend. I wanted to replicate the similar scenario, the girl did. Pulled out the guitar from the bag. Put it on the lap. And strummed the first chord. I hadn’t even started properly when things already started getting Nasty. As soon as I hit the first chord, one of the string got detached from the top and hit me on the forehead. “OUCH, followed by the 4 letter word that starts with F” I gently mumbled. I knew instantly that this guitar made me his BITCH.

It wasn’t before several trials that I finally managed to play that first chord(The ‘E’). I promise I am not making this up but it sounded like “The Grumpy Elephant"in his teen years. Yet I was a proud possessor of the self proclaimed title the “Bad Guitarist”. I started playing chords the way I found it sounding funny. I only knew 2 things about Guitar playing. One was a pattern named “bizarre” and other was a technique named “shit”. I recorded couple of my own compositions. Now that I think about it, I must confess that I could have been so famous that People might have been started calling me by the name “Dhinchak Pooja Sr”. I remember once playing the guitar to one of my friends and you won’t believe “What happened”? She went into Coma for like 4 minutes. Who does that? I know who. A dear friend of the “Bad Guitarist”. I started singing altogether to compensate with my guitar playing soliloquy. But that turned out to be even more Bodacious. Till this day after these many years of struggle I still have to find the dark places to play the guitar. Be it 13000 miles below Earth’s surface or 13000 miles above it in the vacuum of space, there is no I and You between US. The bond is eternal and inseparable. My mantra is pretty clear, “if you can’t play it like Slash, you better bend it in a flash”. And it doesn’t matter if you are a pro percussionist, drummer or a Pianist as I was, am and will always be a “Bad Guitarist”.

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Whispering of the Alien Heart

If I were a conspiracy theorist, I would undoubtedly believe that God had created the Universe in six days, The Earth is flat, The Sun revolves around the Earth and the Heart is just an organ in human body(baffling). No its not. How can something with no feelings gets transformed into a thing with mixed feelings in nano seconds. Well that is the story of my heart. I am pretty sure Mr. heart had been sending me whispers since I first opened my eyes. But I believe it wasn’t before 13 that I actually realised it. Short, fair, chubby and cute. I was sitting in the class and suddenly a brown eyed, tall, exquisite and adorable woman enters. “Good afternoon teacher” students mumbled. I was amid the crowd. “Good afternoon children” she responded in her silvery voice. Gosh! It was magical and pleasant and phew. She was like a fairytale. And before I could even get a hint, I felt the WHISPER for the very first time.

Days, seasons and years later the WHISPERING only grew. Today when the people are posting videos strolling around “fidget spinners”, I possess an un-named alien creature inside my body. Yes “My Heart”. He shouts but nobody can hear, cries but nobody can see, loves but nobody can feel and tries but nobody acknowledges. He is crazy, naughty and curious. He is unarmed yet always considered a terrorist. He is kind yet always considered selfish. He is honest yet always considered illusive.

It is true that he is impulsive, possessive and over caring. But only sometimes(holds head in embarrassment). Besides all his traditions, I still like spending time with him. Long walks in the morning sun(for some extra vitamin D), refreshing tea in the rainy day(eventually the most cliched thing to do when you are at home and its raining outside) and late night cuddling(See. I can’t reveal any more about my midnight fantasies).

He is not from any exoplanet neither do he speaks Klingon. He is someone who speaks the language of love, someone who takes care of me, someone who balances me and someone who understands me. He is Pure and Modest yet he will still be an Alien to Me.

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The art of smelling heavenly

Namaste! Before we begin I just want to push it off my chest. “Sir you smell so good. What is that?”. The exact sentence I was asked couple of days back. I can’t make that up. Although I did not tell her the secret instead I charmed her into believing that it is my natural body odour(So selfish of me). Once I was told by my ex that “You smell like god. I can still smell your cologne on my sweater vest”.I still till this day wonder where did she meet god and get to sniff the almighty. But this is 101% true. Smelling good is an art and does not come easy. I have struggled in the past with it and I am sure you too would have. Regardless of you being a boy or a girl, a man or a women. You need to smell fresh, clean and nothing like your grandmother’s closet. Period.

But how can I? I am at school/office the entire day. I cannot bath 3 times a day. Perfumes are waste of money and the list goes on.

I get it. You are a BIG SKUNK.

I got it you got problems. Let me make it easier for you with these 3 simple life hacks.

Hack 1 - Take a cold shower every morning and before you hit the sack.

Hack 2 - Take care of those stinky armpits. Rub a half cut lemon everyday on them and apply antiperspirant as soon as you get out of shower.

Hack 3 - Put on a good cologne something that you like.

Does not have to be an expensive one. And this does not mean that you start pouring it all over your body. Big No. I have seen dudes emptying the whole bottles of axe body sprays in an entire day. Don’t be that guy please. In fact keep it minimal. Apply on pulse points.

Some of my personal favourite perfumes are “Acqua di gio by Giorgio Armani and Versace Pour Homme”. Remember less is always more when it comes to colognes. Plus take a decant with you at work or school and re-apply after 7-8 hours. Simple as it is.

Wearing washed clothes everyday and taking care of your personal hygiene is a must. Bonus hack - apply some powder on your back to avoid excess sweating. Also drinking more water and consuming vitamin C rich foods are also linked to body excreting out toxins. Now you know why I have to take a pee pee break every half hour. Being the best smelling guy/girl in the room boosts your confidence game and helps you stand out from the rest. Who doesn’t like getting compliments? Plus who knows if your cologne game would get you a sexy Senorita. “A wise man once said that the first impression you develop of others is not by the way they look but by the way they smell”(chuckles).