Starting Afresh

I know I’ve not been writing or to more appropriately say, I’ve not been updating this blog! But, that doesn’t mean that I’ve not had an amazing experience in the last few months. I’m finally a sophomore student…yayy!! I’ve done a lot of things lately, things that I had never even dreamt about; things that were totally against my character.

To begin with, well…I finally performed in a competition, outside the college sphere. It was a duet performance and my duet partner was someone who had totally polar ideas about everything and anything. He believed in living in the moment, for he is living in a definitive time capsule where very little time is left for him to do all the things that he desires to. I don’t agree with his type of time capsule living. I want to grow old and live a very long and happy life. I know time is important but, to live in fast forward with no time to feel and appreciate the little things, to not let the love of others seep through the walls of your heart, to not let the smile of strangers touch your soul, to not experience the thrill of chasing your dreams, to not try new things; a life devoid of emotions and real experiences is not a life but a negotiation. And life is too short to be lived like a business contract with clock ticking, waiting for your heart to stop.

These past few months gave me a lot reasons to smile and cry. I won stuff and lost a lot and when I lost things, they took a part of me. A small piece of me was snatched away every time I lost and it did hurt like hell but slowly I healed and new me was formed. Though, I miss those things and that girl. She was amazing but, this new girl is better version of her. The mistakes I made, the lesson I learnt through them are the ones that made me who I am today. The stuff I won thrilled me and gave me immense happiness but, it didn’t teach me to endure pain and suffering.

I guess enough of this philosophy for now! Well, I won the elections and now, I’m the vice president of Department of English. We finally have a creative writing society “Spilled Ink” and I’m the editor. I got in DU beat too. I’ve popular fiction and so, I’m reading ‘From Russia With Love’ a.k.a James Bond! I’ve finished part one of this book and I’m already in love with spy fiction and of course…JAMES BOND. I don’t know why I never liked watching Bond movies, but then the actors were never really good looking. Though, I’m not totally untouched by Bond movies. I’ve seen Skyfall and it didn’t impress much.

Last two weeks were spent alternatively at hospital and home. I’m excited to go to college on Monday. Things have changed and there is going to be a student panel for department. Even the music society is starting with a western choir. Things are looking good; life is going to be super busy from next week. All I can say is that I would try to update as much as possible! 

It’s good to lose your way sometimes…

13^th June, 2015. I don’t know how to start writing about this particular day. But, I know this that it was one of the most memorable days of my life. So, I’ll just go ahead and start from the beginning itself.

I don’t know what had come into me when I had decided to go alone for this exam. Since, the morning I had this feeling that today’s day will not go as planned. I woke up early and had decided that I’ll leave home early so that I get time to find the place. Yes, I was not sure about the directions. I had the address but this place was supposed to be near the metro station. So, I thought that I’ll easily reach the place or if needed, would ask someone for direction.

But, as I said earlier this day was nothing like I had planned it to be. My exam was at 12:30 p.m. and I was out of metro station at 12:20 p.m. I thought that I had plenty of time to reach the place as the ‘very nice people’ (2 family members and 2 stupid friends) had told me that it was just in walking distance from the metro station. They said that I had to turn from the red light but, in both the directions there was a red light. First I went in the wrong direction then I asked someone. That person told me that I had come the wrong way. I walked and walked in the other direction and finally reached, Kasturba Gandhi Marg. I thought that I had reached the place. I called my family member and guess what happened? Well, he said that I was walking in the wrong direction and I should come back home and would never reach on time now!

I felt so depressed in that moment that I just wanted to keep walking and walking. First time I go out on my own and I can’t even find a bloody place. The sun was bright and cruel. I was sweating profusely and as I looked for my handkerchief, I realized I had lost it somewhere. I felt like crying at this moment but instead I crossed the road. I kept on walking and 3 times I was about to slip. Finally, I saw a direction board on which it was written ‘India Gate’ and ‘Max Mueller Bhavan’. I turned around with a thought of going back home. I don’t know what happened to me in that moment. Suddenly, I wanted to touch that board. So, I walked back to touch that board. As soon as I reach the board, well…there it was! Yes, the place I’ve looking for. An almost square building, it looked like a bright shining star among the tall dark buildings.

In that moment I looked at the sky and wanted to shout out loud “seriously!!!!!!” This meant I was walking in the right direction before and would’ve reached the place. Nevertheless, I crossed the road and reached the other side once again. I went in and booked my test appointment for the next available date.

It was around 1:40 p.m. in the afternoon and still, I was moaning about the missed exam. I decided to explore CP in hope of uplifting my spirit. With an Ice-cream in hand, I floated from one book stall to another. None of the books held any charm for me today. And finally, I decided to have lunch. At lunch I was sitting alone and suddenly a young man (25 above age) asks me to join him. In the beginning I was quite skeptical and to be honest after the horrible morning hardly in mood to talk to anyone. Still, I join him.

He smiles at me and asks “Boyfriend late ho gya kya?”

I just say “No”

Then he looks at me and seriously asks, “Plan cancel kar diya kya phir usne? You look quite upset and angry!!” and add jokingly, “don’t be too hard on him”

This time I’m seriously regretting my decision of joining him. Moreover, what the hell was I thinking when I decided to join a stranger? “No, i’ve just had a shitty day!! And I thought that some lunch would definitely lift my spirits!” I answer irritated.

This time he doesn’t speak for about 2 minutes I guess. Then, he causally introduces himself, “By the way, I’m Narayan Bhatia.”

“I’m Nidhi”, I say nonchalantly.

“Do you remember me?” he asks.

This time I look at his face and jog my memory. But no, I’ve never seen him or heard his name before. Now, everything fell into place because people usually don’t talk to strangers that way. He thought I was someone else. I answer back “I think you have mistaken me for some other person, I don’t know you.”

Further, he tells me about the place he had seen me. As we talk, I realize that we’ve a lot of common acquaintances. As the conversations flowed, he reminisced about his college days and told tales of that time. In no time, the lunch was over and I was calling him “Narayan bhaiya”. I had literally forgotten about my crappy day. I was happy listening to him. He told me about his job and travels. In the end I asked him “waise, why were you alone?” and cheekily I go on to ask “Did your girlfriend ditch you?”

To my surprise he chuckles and smilingly says, “Actually, my Fiancé, not girlfriend! She had some urgent work so, she couldn’t come.”

As we walked outside, I congratulated him and he wished me luck for my future. We both parted with smiles on our faces. Suddenly, the clouds gathered and the heat and unhappiness brought by the bright sun was washed away by the clouds and torrential rain. The rain had rejuvenated my spirits and cloaked me in the cloud of happiness.

Well, I had never imagined that it would rain today or that I’ll make a new friend. This day didn’t go as I had planned but, still I had fun travelling alone and exploring places on my own terms. This was something new for me. Even after so many setbacks and a missed exam, I was calm and happy when I reached home. I still have a smile on my face as I reflect back at my aimless roaming in CP streets to my lunch with a stranger.

P.S. - I think that once in a while everyone should go out, alone! Take a deep breath. De-stress and de-clutter your life!! Let the world speak to you without any filters or interruptions. Be Happy and Be Safe!!

P.P.S - This day wouldn't have been possible if, my Net Card and Phone battery had survived!! 

ROLE REVERSAL

This following article is on an incident that I actually witnessed. Before this little incident, I would’ve never thought that a “male” in this patriarchal society could ever feel self-conscious of a female’s stare. But, it happened and inspired me to write this article.

So, one fine day few girls are all dressed up to have a blast on friend’s birthday. They use the most used and apparently, the best and fastest way to beat the horrible traffic of Delhi – The Delhi Metro. Yes, it has a ladies coach which men are not allowed to board but, then there are a few unfortunate creatures who are either deaf, mentally challenged or rather definitely confused about their sex!

These confused men get a dose of humiliation now and then but still, they try to venture into the forbidden territory. Some brave creatures stand on the joint of the coaches connecting the 'ladies coach' and general coach. It seems as if they just can’t bear the thought of leaving their better half in the company of strangers and others just love staring, after all “they were just looking and what proof do you have that they were staring at you??”

This all brings me to the questions, what if the other half did the same thing to you? What if, a bunch of girls came out of nowhere - laughing loud, stare at you with those calculating eyes, pass that wicked grin and to spice things up say something cheap and whistle??

Coming back to the dressy girls, they were going their own way. They were happy in their own world of silly jokes and poking fun at each other, not caring about the unwanted stares in their direction. And then, there came this guy on the platform. He was standing alone, he stared at the girls and this time all the girls stared back at him in unison. They laughed at some silly joke.

In this fleeting moment, from the second the girls looked back at him till they moved on laughing, any third person could observe the actual discomfort on the face of that boy. All of a sudden he seemed self conscious and retreated back. This incident brought forth the other side. We all are human and hence, can feel all the emotions – good and bad. We all have a private space which when breached by a stranger gives us discomfort, leaving us self-conscious and humiliated.

What will happen if all the women start behaving like men? What will happen if women start going out on a sexual and emotional abuse spree? What will happen if women too start beating up and burn their husbands for not earning enough money like they’re abused for not bringing dowry? What will happen if women also pass the same kind of derogatory remarks on men walking down the streets or throw acid on them for not giving them enough attention?

Think about this kind of world where women give the men the taste of their own medicine. There was a lot of uproar over this peculiar case of “Rohtak Sisters”, where the girls were allegedly found guilty for beating up innocent men. But, then what did they do wrong? Aren’t men abusing women in the worst possible ways? Aren’t they killing, beating mercilessly, raping unknown women and then just proclaiming “she was asking for it”, “she deserved it” and god knows what other things to justify their acts by finding fault in the victims!!

I’m not saying that violence by women is legitimate but, all I’m saying is that violence by human being on any other is wrong. The point is ‘’live and let live”. Just don’t talk about equality to make a statement on social networking sites and get pictures clicked. Try to practice it in real world; don’t limit it to the virtual world. Make this world a better place not just for women but everyone irrespective of the caste, creed, color, nationality, age and gender. The world would become a true hell if every bad action is met with equally bad reaction because as Mahatma Gandhi once said- ‘An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind’! 

Fireflies

I was 4 year old or maybe younger. My brother and sister would take me to park in the evening and I’d catch fireflies. I guess I belong to the last generation of those people whose childhood was not shadowed by the technology. I mean the computers, smartphones and Xbox kind of stuff. Computer and video games were there but, playing outside with friends was the trend.

My childhood was all about Tom and Jerry, Pokemon, Digimom, Beyblade, Johny Bravo, Power Puff Girls, Recess (and many more)…these were the cartoons we used to watch and even collect their cards from chips packets. The person with the biggest collection was looked at with respect. My cousin had this huge collection of Pokemon cards. He had this whole bundle and I guess he still has it.

Today I was swapping channels and I saw the old episode of Pokemon playing. I instantly stopped and in few seconds I was transported back to my childhood. Those happy, carefree days when everyday I’ll go on a new adventure with Ash, Brock and Misty. This one episode brought back a flood of memories. I had seen that episode and I knew what will happen, but the joy of reliving the past was beyond everything and quite irresistible.

As I grew up a little, the focus shifted to Disney channel. Lizzie McGuire, That’s So Raven, High school Musical and not to forget Disney animated movies. Today when I look back I realize that I’ve had a wonderful childhood. As a child, going to the park in the evening and playing till my mom would not call me back was natural. Now, I go to the park with few of my school friends and see them empty. I don’t see children on swings or playing games. I would just see a few aunties walking with their headphones.

These parks are lifeless and not the same. As a little girl I used to run after fireflies or “Jugnu”, as I used to call. I would catch one or two every day. I just loved them and was always fascinated by them. To me they were like flying stars, stars that I always wanted to catch and keep. Although, I never had a chance to keep them in a jar because my parents told me that they’d die. Now, I don’t see them anywhere in the park. It’s like they’ve disappeared and taken away all the light and life from the parks.

 Now, that I think about the fireflies, well I guess that they are just a fragment of my imagination. My mind says that such creatures exist and you’ve held them in your hands but, my heart is struggling to remember. I want to hold them again in my hands and feel that ecstasy and magic. I know it’s a childish desire, but a desire which stems from the want of feeling happiness in small things!! I wish to borrow the light from the fireflies to light up my world. I want to ignite the fire to revoke back the child in me.

PS: Just to be clear, I’m not very old. I’m 18 and want to always keep the child inside me alive. So, I sometimes like to walk back on memory lane; go to the parks or for that matter watch the old cartoons!! ;) :)

Empty Hall

Today it again happened. Yes, I looked back in hope of seeing him. But, alas!! It was not him. I thought that I heard his footsteps. As I turned back, I saw someone else in his place, well, it tore my heart. As I looked in the innocent eyes of the stranger, all the memories of someone’s brown eyes came back to haunt me. I turned back in disgust. I won’t be trapped by these innocent eyes again. I moved ahead, head held high with a promise to never look back.

I reached the stairs and clinched out of habit. I thought that he would come dashing through the stairs and jump at me. He didn’t come. I dropped my bag. Suddenly, I was too tired to climb those stairs. I couldn’t move my feet further. Why is this happening with me? But, I couldn’t lose myself now. I had to move further, if not with him then without him. I picked up my bag and climbed the stairs.

I unlocked the door. As I entered, I heard his voice. I knew he was there, maybe in the next room. I threw my bag and ran down to the next room and then to the next, searching and shouting for him to wait for me this one time. To just let me say a proper goodbye. He didn’t wait this time too. He left me yet again.

I came back to that empty hall. All my strength had left me. I sat down in the middle of the books that had fallen from my half open bag. Why did he do this me? Why did he leave without saying a goodbye to me? My eyes were dry. I wanted to cry but these tears wouldn’t come out.

I stood up and put the books back in my bag. Now, that I look around I realize that this hall would miss him more than I do. His presence was what had given life to these mere four walls. His presence brightened this place even on the gloomiest winter mornings. Now, this hall was empty. It has lost all its charm, only a sense of emptiness prevails here.

All the happy and sad memories are captured in these four walls forever. This hall is empty now but, it has all the beautiful, funny, sad and emotional times captured within its four walls. I would always cherish the short time he spent with us. He may not have waited for me to say goodbye but, for me he would always have a special place in my life. A place that no can take. They say that time heals all wounds and with time I’ve also learnt to live with his memories. I miss him. Winters are coming; I’ll miss the way he used to wake me on chilly mornings or stubbornly follow me to school.

I remember all these things and more. There is not a single day that passes by when I don’t think about him. I’m angry that he left without saying a goodbye to me. He should’ve waited!! 

Exploring New Horizons

It was just an ordinary Friday morning but as soon as I looked at the calendar I smiled because it was not an ordinary day, not anymore!! It was teacher’s day…soon I was flooded with my school memories, memories that had made my life so special. For a moment I hated my bag which was all packed to go to a frivolous conference. I didn’t want to go. I just wished to be back at school with all my friends.

Reluctantly, I got up to get ready. I was not excited and even got really late. I left my house at 11:40am when my call time was of 12:00pm. I knew I was late but, I didn’t care. Therefore, I reached at the hotel at 2pm. All through the way I tried to smile and muster up little excitement but it was all in vain and thus, I soon gave up on it.

Finally, after about two hours of travelling and heading in the wrong direction once, I reached the hotel where the so called “AIESEC in Delhi IIT September Leadership Conference 2014” was supposed to take place. Not an impressive hotel but, then I didn’t even have any expectations. Actually, I didn’t have any expectation from this whole conference.

I get my luggage out of car and stand in a queue to get it checked for any eatables. Like seriously, I felt so like a school kid!! I get my room number and head inside with my luggage. OMG!! My luggage was so heavy. I reach stairs and stare at them for a while. I wait to see if someone would help me but, then I tell myself that I’m a strong, independent girl who doesn’t need anyone’s help. I pick up my luggage and start climbing the stairs. I reach my room but, stand out for while to catch my breath.

Now, while writing this do I realize that the first step into that room 118 was so special. I didn’t know that just an ordinary hotel room would make my life turn upside down. It was as if someone had pushed me into a hole. My fairytale had started as soon as I had stepped into that room and I was the ALICE who had gotten into wonderland unknowingly.

Day 1

I met my department (Youth Marketing Musketeers-YMM) managers and members in room. I felt awkward sitting there but, soon I saw myself listening to the weirdest and craziest things about people. I was surprised at every story. When it was my turn to share, well, let’s just say I didn’t have much to share.

After this ice breaking sessions, our managers asked us to prepare a “Jive” and “Roll call” for our department. We started with jiving and the song selected was “tu lagawe jab lipstick”. Oh God!! In the beginning I just couldn’t stop laughing as I heard the song, let alone think of any possible steps for it. But, soon I found myself following the steps and actually enjoying. We had prepared our jive and in the process a few other members and managers had joined us. Then, our managers left us for a while and we had a crazy DARE game in which we gave all the possible wild tasks.

Till evening I had met so many people and when I went for the first Plenary I found myself shouting my department and DI (Delhi IIT) roll call at the top of my voice. Even though, I’m not a dancer and quite shy, I simply loved jiving before every session. With evening session our conference truly began. We met our LCP (Local Committee President) and Executive Board (EB) members. We officially started the conference.

As the night extended we touched all kinds of topics from abstract to serious world issues. I never imagined myself seeking solutions about world issues in middle of the night or for that matter proposing an Executive Board member in front of about 150 people. I could already feel myself coming out of the cocoon, emerging out as a more confident and independent person.

But, the journey had just started. First night our conference finished around 3 am. After this we were not supposed to sleep since we had our skuling night at which I cheered for my team at the top of my voice. So, this first day I slept at 5 am and woke up at 7:30 am.

Day 2

With just around 2 hours of sleep, everyone woke up and got ready to make it to the morning conference at 10:30 am. As usual it started with a jive. We finally met our official chair for the conference and started the session with the punishments. Yeah, people who were late to the conference were given punishments.

The conference sessions on second day focused on familiarizing the new recruits with the actual work they had to do in their respective departments. Also, we had one-two-one chat with our president and our chair (who was an ex-LCP in Russia) too told us about the Russian culture. We had auctions for the prom of the executive board members in between our sessions, which were so amazing and hilarious. Two girls from my department got dates for the prom with an EB member and yes, our very own LCP!!

PrOm NiGhT <3 <3

Love was in the air or not…well, I can’t say much about it but, yes the air was drugged with happiness. If there is something like getting “high on happiness”, well then I was really drunk on the happiness. I was giddy with joy and it all happened because I asked an EB member to dance with me and he did!! Like OMG!! When I went to ask him I was so scared but then I mustered up courage and went to him and said, “Can I have one dance with you?”

“Where is your prom?? You should be dancing with him!!” he replied as he kept his phone inside. The way he had kept his one hand on my shoulder in the cliché patronizing gesture of a school teacher, I so felt like a school kid at that moment. In that moment I thought that he would refuse and I felt like running away from that room. But, guess what?? I didn’t have to because the next moment he looked at me smiling and said, “Okay, I’ll dance with for 2 minutes and then you go back to your date”.

Oh yeah!! I didn’t shout out loud but I was actually going crazy. Finally, I had asked out him…a person who I was so scared of. I did it!! I conquered yet, another of my fears. The song on which we danced was “pehla nasha, pehla khumar”, it was the perfect song for the occasion. It was not the perfect song because of the cliché reason that I had some crazy crush on him; it was just that for me it was the first time that I had done something so out of my character. During the whole dance he tried to ask me a lot of things and I didn’t answer because I was so happy.

After dancing with him, I danced for quite a while with my friends. I slept at 5:40 am.

Day 3

It was the last day and a lot people were suffering from the last night hangover. I woke up at 8 am. Got ready and had my breakfast. I reached the conference on time but, I went out and ended up getting the coin punishment. Like seriously, I always end up screwing things. It was okay, after the punishments the whole day went on like the previous day. But, third day’s sessions focused more on self-introspection and strengthening the trust between the team members.

We discussed our weakest moments and first time everything fell in place. Till then the people who had been like strangers suddenly, became my confidante and secret bearers. Their stories told me so much about them. During the last 2 days I had asked a lot of questions because some of them were like open book but, there were some people who were giving me a really hard time. I was not able to figure them out. After that session it dawned on me that I was sitting with not some bunch “nobodies” but, with extraordinarily brave people who had won a lot of battles. Though, in the process of winning they were not unscathed. They had proud battle scars; some visible other invisible. They taught me that “life goes on” and with every problem you emerge out to be stronger and better version of yourself, one just has to hold on tight and never give up!! Also, the JFDI videos were shown. The best team and delegate were awarded too.

With all this and more our conference ended with a last party. We had an official department toast before the EB party. We all shared our experience and I finally got out of the hotel at 5:40am with my luggage. My managers and members were still dancing. I had said a quick goodbye to everyone I could meet. As the morning breeze entangled my hair I realized that it was not an ordinary day when I stepped onto this threshold, neither this conference was frivolous!!

I wanted the time to freeze but, life goes on and I had left behind a little piece of me in the form of sugar cubes for my YMM team.

My whole experience of SLC challenged all my pre-conceived notions about the world and its workings. My basic beliefs and principles were constantly challenged at every turn and there came a time when I felt like a misfit and suffered identity crisis. But, I didn’t give up and persisted on my way of life even when the whole order of my life was collapsing down. This SLC taught me not to quit on stuff, rather it showed me the other way which was not the conventional one but surely better than giving up.

This conference had redefined hope and optimism in my life. It taught me to not give up on my values rather modify them to cope up with this fast pace life. It taught me to be more adaptable and non-judgmental. It somewhere redefined the limits that I had set for myself and helped me to broaden my horizon and dream big!! I conquered most of my fears and became a better person than what I was last week!!

P.S. – I had an awesome director who was always there for us at the background; guiding us and motivating us throughout the 3 days!! We love you Mousumi Boro <3

Reflections

Almost two weeks have passed and I’ve not written about anything. Well, it’s not because of the lack of interesting incidents, they happened in abundance. In these last few days I had to say a lot of goodbyes and hellos.

I would start with my new friends in college. So, I met these girls on the third day of my college and instantly became their friend. They are nice bunch of girls who are all amazing in their own way. I’m learning a lot of things from them. They are somewhere teaching me to embrace what life has somewhat thrown at me suddenly.

There is a friend of mine whom I had met on that third day only. It was her dream to come to Delhi and study literature. The first time I heard about this dream of hers, I was a little surprised. She is so happy to be in this college. The only thing that she resents is the fact that she is away from her family and friends. What surprises me the most is that a thing which is not so important to me has such high importance for someone else that, that person goes to temple every Tuesday to thank God!!

I had heard about such things in books and had heard it many times from my parents and other elders around me that, even the food that we take for granted and don’t eat sometimes just because we don’t like the taste of it, has great importance for someone else who works day and night just to provide his/her family the so called ‘tasteless food’. I fully understand its true meaning after coming to college.

They asked in college, what was the difference between school and college? Well, in my opinion, in school we had always lived in a protective bubble where all our classmates had the same lifestyles and more or less the same kind of culture. However, in college ‘diversity’ doesn’t merely mean the cultural or religious diversity. It means more than that. One gets to meet people from all the strata’s of society with experiences which are poles apart from yours. I had been surprised over so many things in these last few weeks that I’ve lost count of it. I had felt that I’ve lived in another world for the last 14 years of my life.  It seems like I don’t know anything about the real world anymore. The definition of reality has suddenly changed or should I say that I didn’t actually know what really ‘reality’ and the ‘true world’ were like?

Talking about reality…well, what is happening to this world? First, Gaza and now, it’s Iraq. Like I don’t know how people can so horribly interpret a religion or for that matter use the name of religion to justify their cruelty. I don’t want to get into a religious debate since; I’m pretty sure that no religion preaches to bury people alive, sell women and moreover, make little children and women slaves. I’m always amazed at such incidents. Yes, I’m stunned at people’s idiotic ideologies that make them or influence them to be so brutal towards a fellow human being. A human being that you don’t know anything about except the religion that he/she follows or the country he/she belongs to.

Why don’t these people understand that a person is not only merely defined by these boundaries and the religion they follow? A person is more than it. Goodness is a very essential quality and quite rare but; it surely doesn’t come along with the religion and country. Any person can be capable of being good and great. Killing people on the name religion and the faith that they follow is not going to wipe off the truly bad guys who lurk in every other streets, hanging girls to trees. Anyone can do bad things and be the so called ‘devil’.

What’s happening to Yazidi community people is straightforward unjust and wrong. There are no shades of grey when it comes to life and death. There is only right or wrong. It’s up to you on which side you want to be. You can be good or bad irrelevant to your religion or country. So, seriously stop this nonsense of murdering innocents and do something good in life. And, if that’s too difficult for you then, I’d suggest don’t do anything at all.

These wars and killings are not physically affecting me at all. These incidents are just pricking my conscience and are forcing me to ask questions which I would’ve never asked otherwise. Moreover, they are just making me feel good about the life that I’ve. These incidents are somehow making me appreciate my life and what I’ve. My problems seem petty and insignificant when I think about what they must be going through in their life. In this moment I tell myself that everything aside “Meri Zindagi sach mein Gulzar hai”!! Yes, my life is truly amazing and beautiful. It’s not easy but it’s like a rollercoaster ride with few bumps now and then!!