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Not by choice

Originally published here. He gets up in the morning, takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and allows the light from the sun to enter his body. With a little smile on his face, he looks at himself in the mirror and starts to brush his teeth. His phone rings, he wonders who is calling at this early hour, and he fetches his phone to pick up the call. Seeing the time on his phone, he realizes that he is late for the office cab and the driver is calling for the same. He tries to hurry up, takes a shower but can’t make it in time to the cab. Reaching office an hour late gives him a feeling of guilt, he quickly settles on his desk without glancing at people around him. He decides to skip the breakfast as he had already wasted his initial work hours of the day and didn’t want to be in bad books of his manager with his appraisal coming around. Quickly preparing himself a cup of coffee he begins his day. Checking his mail, he comes to know that the application was down the entire weekend becau…

A letter from me in the Present to me in the Past

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Past . . . . I have a decision to make, but I don’t know which rules to follow? I have heard a lot of voices, my friends, my family and the people I admire. They all have the same intent, which is to help me, but with a different perspective. I am stuck, I am scared and I am beginning to loose something I value the most, my self confidence. I write to you to complete the above lines for me…….. Before you begin I would ask you for a favor to make it a story and not some logical philosophy which I am too tired to comprehend. Present . . . . I don’t write stories, now how I am suppose to help. I am very confused right now, how will I write a story and also give him the advice he is seeking. I will do it later. Sounds like someone can relate to my state. Let me give it a try, worse that can happen is I will make a fool out of myself. Two old men with terminal cancer were resting on their hospital beds, one was Cole and other was Carter. Cole is an arrogant selfi…

The Age of Habits

Originally posted here. First comes innocence, then comes adolescence and then comes youth. We never care much about the age which comes after youth because we have made ourselves believe that there can be nothing better than the time you are young. Rest of phases which comes next are not given the love they deserve, they are merely compared to youth and overlooked and never lived with your heart and mind. Straight out of college, I believed now is the age of chasing your dreams. I had the focus and right attitude required for my dreams, but what I also had, was the backlog of habits which I developed in college. I overlooked that backlog for a long time before realizing that I can’t even start chasing my next goal if I don’t clear the backlog before it. Some of us never realize this nor are ready to accept them as backlog. Some consider themselves lucky as they don’t think they have any backlog, but I don’t come in that category because I lived my college life neither as a scholar n…

The struggle that never ends

Originally published here. I don’t struggle to earn a living, it comes easy to me, unlike my parents. I don’t have any dependents on me, who won’t survive if I don’t have a job. I am not forced to do a job, I took it by choice and not under fear of being unemployed. I write code for a living, Computer Science was my engineering major, so I am fortunately doing a job in the same field, i.e. computers, unlike an electrical engineer who works in the Sales Division without making any use of his education. I am also not a hyped engineer who didn't want to be an engineer and was forced by parents or community in the first place, I wanted to become one and I do love technology to its core. Now let me tell you how do I struggle and why my life is not all roses and cakes. The struggle is to watch the changes happening around and still being calm and happy. The struggle is to do a job without thinking I hate it, like everyone around says. The struggle is to accept the fact that life is not…

A wonderful date with myself.

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A wonderful date with myself. I was on my way back home from office, but something was different today, it was not the same as everyday. There was a cheerful smile on my face which was not going away, it was the smile which comes after you do an honest job during the day. You are tired after working hard, still there is an inner satisfaction which is making you happy. The happiness of meeting my own expectations makes me proud of myself. I am not making any one else proud, not my parents, not my friends, not my firm where I work, its for me and me only. Finally I reach home, I observe the lights are off from the window, I realize my friends are not home. I open the door with the key placed under the doormat, switch on the lights and put down the bag from my shoulders. It would have been fair for me to let the laziness take over me, allow loneliness to lay its shadow on my smiling face and take away my happiness. It is always easy to miss friends, order somethin…

Getting my shit together!

Its been a while now, I don't even remember the last time I was happy without things bugging in my head. I have a lot to say write express but I haven't done it from quite a long time now. The thought that I might have to give up the dream of becoming a writer also pumped in with other thoughts flooding around in my head. Its not easy to keep going, to keep dreaming and start working towards them, but there is no other way to live this life that I can see. I can't live like those people who get up without a will to live for the day, I don't want to start my day high on a chemical which stops my mind from thinking logically and I hate seeing people not doing justice with their life. There is a lot of shit going around in my head, which is stopping me to move on, to enjoy life now and organizing them or stopping them isn't a possible solution. So I am just going to go random from one stupid point in my head to other and try to clear as much shit as possible.

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