School Bag (Repost)

My school days were hands down my good old days…The best time of my life was spent there that I always wish to get back. The time and the way I was as a person too. This is a story of one of my blunders in school days, there you go:

The very first event that comes to my mind when i think of a long list of my blunders is when i was in 9th grade.

I woke up in the morning particularly happy and cheery(which didn’t use to happen very often) .

Started to get ready for school, preparing my school bag , putting gazillion books in it (making it so heavy that it would’ve been difficult for even Dwayne Johnson to lift it up).

Got in the car as my dad dropped me off on his way to his office.

Entered my school.

HAPPY and full of enthusiasm. (which was very unusual for anyone who hated school)

Entered my class.

Put my bag on the chair absent mindedly as my friends came into my sight and went to chat with them. (our morning gossips ritual.)


Then the school bell rang (for me it was a sound that calls for a prisoner to his hanging)

Went back to my seat.

Teacher came in.


Started taking our attendance and asked us to get our subject book out so she could give us work. (and bully us from the comfort of her chair)

I turned around in my chair to get the book out of my bag WHEN IT HAPPENED !

“BANG BANG BOOM BOOM” (suspense music)

Where is my bag ???

Instead there was a tiny black bag sitting on the chair, where my ACTUAL bag should have been !


i noticed that the black bag was indeed mine (and not one of my friend’s prank on me by stealing and hiding the bag, which we used to do a lot in those days)

So it WAS my bag obviously but not my School Bag.)


I began to rewind the day in my head and suddenly it dawned upon me what had  actually happened.

I had prepared the right bag for school but brought the wrong one (which barely had two books in it) !

How could i be so stupid ???

I was so stupid that i didn’t even notice which bag i was carrying, even the weight of the bag wasn’t enough to capture my (obviously little) attention.

Not even its tiny size made me suspicious that i was doing something wrong.

How could I’ve been so stupid ???

There isn’t any doubt in my mind that if i didn’t have to use my bag for whole day, i wouldn’t have noticed that i was carrying the wrong one all day long.

That just proved that I had an attention span of a freaking Goldfish !

This whole mess made me wonder, If THAT can happen then ANYTHING can !

What if one day I walked into school in my sleeping suit or worst with no clothes on at all ??!!

I Don’t Care.

No matter how many times I’ve said it or how much I’d like to believe otherwise, I do care what people think or how they perceive me. I do care of my image in their minds, I do care. I wish that I didn’t but I do. It makes me hold back about a lot of things that I want to do, The very small simplest of things that I know makes me happy.

Sometimes I want to lay down on the green lush grass and look at the bright clear blue sky, Follow the fluffy clouds, make shapes out of them and then close my eyes and sleep in the mild hot sun.

There are times when I see an empty road at night and I imagine myself lying in the middle of it, the cold hard pavement against my back and gazing at the star lit sky. Trying to count the infinite stars, bask in the glory of magical space with galaxies and milky ways. And Just lay there. Alone.

Then there are moments when I see an empty track, in the cold morning when nobody is out of their homes yet, and there is still some fog , quiet and calm and I just want to run…as fast as I can. Not run, Sprint. Sprint for as far as I can and stop at some green lush space and fall back on the ground, My lungs grasping for air, my heaving chest in sweet agony. Blood pumping through every vein of my body and just lay there.

But I don’t do any of that. Because I don’t know how I could. What would people around me think? Maybe a part of me is afraid..I don’t know ‘of what’ either. In a nutshell,There is always something…Something holding me back, something I’m afraid of and for now I can’t change that. So I just have to do with imagining and wishing for a lot of things to happen. Cuz that is all we can do at the end of the day…

*In response to Today’s Daily Prompt

The Sweetest Victory

I wrote this essay on the topic “Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.” I think it is fairly appropriate to share it today as a response to today’s Daily Prompt.

If you want to know what it’s like to win ask the one who lost. The idea of victory is sweeter to those who lose than it is in reality to those who win. I think it says that those who don’t succeed imagine that it taste sweeter then it does for those who succeed and do taste it. Lack of success, is what makes the actual success so sweet. This is the opposite of sour grapes fable.

“Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.”
― Winston Churchill

“Those who never succeed” place the highest value on success. They count it sweetest. Those who succeed never truly appreciate it—it is only those who fail, or who lack something, that can truly appreciate how wonderful it would be if they did succeed. To understand the value of nectar, one must feel “sorest need”. The members of the victorious army are not able to define victory as well as the defeated, dying man who hears from a distance the music of the victors. “Success”—can best be comprehended by someone who “needs” it.

Those who always win never know the true value of winning and those who never win long for the win all the time. We gain perfection through failure.

“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”
― Truman Capote

Through defeat we try to appreciate the real value of success. Those who are in love they can not understand the value of love but those who have failed in love, know the real meaning of love. Just like saying if you have never lost hope how could you ever find it?

Those who have not succeeded are the ones who crave it the most. To a person who never wins, victory is sweet, but to a person who has always won, they don’t really understand the value of success. For those who overcome the great battle, they can not measure the significance of victory compared to the losers. It is in defeat that we truly learn to appreciate victory.

“Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand”
― Haley Williams

Victory must take its natural route and cannot be rushed. In other words, it must be fully appreciated through an initial, natural defeat before a more fulfilling victory can be realized. Victory could be realized sooner, but it would be neither sweet, nor appreciated.

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
― Confucius

The realization of true victory in the midst of defeat is the true success.

“A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.” – David Brinkley

For how can one truly understand happiness without the accompaniment of sadness? Or love without hate? Success cannot be realized without at first knowing the desperation that comes along with losing.

“I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.” -Michael Jordan

Success is the ultimate triumph and is sweetest to those who desperately desire it but have never obtained it. Success is sweetest to them than to the people who already have power and success. Some people work so hard and struggle to reach a goal, but somehow even when triumph is at their fingertips, it still remains out of their grasp. Perhaps in the absence of triumph, success does become an obsession. The fortunate ones who already have success, on the other hand, do not seem to appreciate it as much. To them success is like an everyday common occurrence.

It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.”
― Theodore Roosevelt

The feeling of being ‘so near and yet so far’, agonizingly brings home the point that it is in defeat that we truly learn to appreciate victory – so much so, that the more the defeats, the sweeter the success.

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
― Winston Churchill

It is true that the defeated can feel both victory and defeat, while the victorious can only feel the win, then we are stuck with the “grass is always greener…” clause. If done with respect, only then can the winners actually be victorious. Therefore the onus is upon the victorious to rise above the win.

Some people define success by virtue of positions that they acquire and assume in life. But it is not only just about success, but about want and desire, too. As Albert Einstein said:

Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.

A Dark Night

I remember clutching my chest, trying to rip that heart out which was causing so much pain. Or maybe I was clutching my chest to stop it all from pouring out. For it to not spill out of my chest because if it did who would have picked up the broken pieces of my heart. So there i was clutching my chest hoping that the pain, emotional pain would stop. I learned that this emotional pain is not just something that’s described in the books, as a work of art or as an master piece , its as real as breathing, its as real as death. Its not just fiction or something you hear about. It was right there, hurting me so much.

Clutching my chest as tears escaped my eyes. Slouched, curled up. As if that would make it stop. Or at least make it hurt less.

Damn me for hoping though, the pain was there almost every day. The same repetitive routine. I was tired. Emotionally and physically drained. Trying to mend my heart which felt so dirt stricken. It felt so clogged. I could feel and see the dark patches on it. The darkness slowly taking over it. Waiting to swallow it whole. A dark hole. Sucking every piece of it inside. I knew soon I would be left with a dark hole in place of a heart…I had almost completely lost myself somewhere. I tried but i was nowhere to be found…searching searching…..searching…

East, North, West…I’m The Best!

Daily prompt: A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue — in your view, when it comes to a good conversation, what’s the ideal number of people?

Uhem, I have a confession to make…I talk to myself. I think the most real conversations that I have are usually with my own self. I think it has to do with the fact that this is the list of people I trust.
10151807_531934296915912_1838223113_nI know by now you guys must be thinking:
gif141or some of you might be questioning my mental state:
Im-sorry-but-were-you-born-stupidBut that is true, Since I can remember I talk to myself. I do give quiet good advises just so you know. If someone was to record the stuff I said, It’d be considered a philosophical genius ! My words would have been printed in the historic books and people would be quoting me.. Too bad I don’t have a camera crew following me around all the time.

Did I mention I’m just a tad bit narcissist?!
tumblr_m55oszvPla1ro2d43If you don’t believe me you can refer to my some previous posts just to make sure:

I Nominate Myself
Being Awesome
Haters Gonna Hate 

Having said that Yes I talk to myself, but on a serious note I like an intimate conversation just the two people. But if I want to have a light conversation especially the one where I want to laugh my ass off, A group of friends is the best option.

Note: This post was written for only comical purposes, I don’t talk to myself…Or maybe I do 😉
I’ll leave it to you guys to decide 😀

Loathe…Adore? Same thing…I Guess NOT !

Loathe…Adore, same thing right? No? I don’t know why I ever thought ‘Loathe’ means ‘Adore’. I didn’t even bother to check the meaning and just assumed that it means adore.

Time_wasteThere were so many times when I texted my friends ‘Loathe’ thinking that it meant adore “Hey I loathe you so much” even said it to their face at times. Now I know why I got this reaction from them. It’s a wonder how I never got bitch slapped.
877425Coming to the story of how I came to know that it didn’t really mean what I thought It meant, One time while surfing on the internet I came across this article about Madonna, where she was on a panel and some journalist presented her with a bouquet of special kind of flowers (I don’t remember the name of the flowers now) and she was caught on camera and audio saying ” I loathe these *flowers* ” to her fellow sitting right next to her.

I remember thinking to myself, “So? Why is this a big deal if she said that. It’s a good thing. Why is this given negative publicity?” Then it hit me. I opened the Google search engine and typed ‘Loathe meaning’ and there it was: feel intense dislike or disgust for. My hand and feet went cold, my mind revised all the times I used this word in front of people to show them how much I apparently ‘Loved‘ them….apparently not much!

And then I went through 2 phases:


bang-wallOr plaster my face in some mud:
ed-bang-head-oOr against whatever I find:

giphyAnd then bury my head in a pillow and….DIE !

Written in response to today’s daily prompt, inspired by true events but exaggerated a bit….or a little too much! 😉

I’m On Riot !

I’m sorry but I had to share this post again!

Okay call me a party pooper but I think daily prompt is running out of ideas !
Who else is with me?


Hello? Is anyone there?

I see y’all nodding your heads in agreement anyway ! I have telepathic mind powers just like Sheldon!
So as the title says I am on riot from daily prompt ! I remember writing about my best friend in two other daily prompts as well, If she reads it, She is never going to let it go and make me profess my eternal love for her every single time we meet *rolls eyes*

I know by now you all must be thinking….


So I’m going to start writing my prompt now, just…let me think…hmmm…

Uhemm….I can’t think of anything…MAINLY because I’m still on riot!


Time Travel

Daily Prompt:

If I had a chance to have a superpower , I would have definitely, hands down, without any doubt chosen  “The ability to travel through time” . Maybe most people would have chosen to travel further in time but I would have went back as I love older times. Once in almost everyday I think of something and think how that must have been in older times. Not That much older, just to be clear, 1900’s will work the best for me!

They were much simpler times, peaceful to some extent. There was not much hustle bustle. People had time for each other and were not self-absorbed ejits who didn’t care about anything but themselves. I’m not saying all the people today are like this but our thinking has become much more materialistic and superficial. We are becoming less human with each passing day.

I would have time traveled to every era of 1900’s. I might have said above ,“They were much simpler times” but They were the most glamorous one’s as well. I don’t know why but today’s glamor doesn’t impress me. I find it too bland and pretentious. Every time I think about 1930’s or 70’s or 80’s , The first thing that comes to my mind is glamor !
And Oh those Big ol’ ball gowns from early 1900’s always attracted me when I was little and they still do. I love them. I wish I had a full closet of them !
Then in late 1900’s came the more subtle fashion which in my opinion was so simple yet so elegant.
Even the 1960-1980’s cars impress me, Honestly speaking I like Porsche or Mercedes-Benz or any luxury car today but I love Impala and Comet or any other car that lies in that era.
The houses, specially the ones in Victorian times are the ones which give me homely feeling. Its exterior,
As well as its interior, the houses today have this cold feeling, The interior of old houses makes a person feel warm and gives a homely feeling.
When ever I think about older times I feel warmth. I don’t know  why but Everything about the 1900’s make me happy. There is just something about it. Well I just realized I’m an old soul…!