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I glanced at the mirror for the hundredth time now; to touch up my make up and run my fingers through my hair again and again feeling the silky soft just- conditioned –princess hair. I was dressed in an adorable white dress with a lacy netted neck piece attached with a big satin bow to tie at the back. I don’t even know what that dress is called; mum had got that one for me. It felt so pretty and I just fell in love with that gorgeous thing. I put on my kitten heels and went looking for my clutch and successfully spotted it under my almirah. I had to hurry, it was past six and I was supposed to reach the venue by six. (Getting ready is not what I do the best) I was part of organizing the grand gala reunion of the 2013 graduating batch from Kendriya Vidyalaya NAL.  (even though we are about 20 of us now. But originally we started off with just nine crazy teenagers, like the population of India our cozy little family grew and is further expanding)  Like I said, dressing up...

I just can’t find the inspiration to write; maybe I am searching in all the wrong places. I begin with typing out these random words, end up rambling and poof there it goes, and I just stare at an absolutely empty page all day while my thoughts wander around the music playing in the background. That’s it; I call it a day for writing and just sit there and hunt for something to just pounce up on me like a fierce tiger. The problem with the tiger is that just as swiftly and majestically he arrives just as that he exits. One must grab the tiger by his tail and try to lock him up in a well protected cell in their respective brains.  Well I haven’t given up yet that’s something to appreciate about, I am waiting for the right moment to arrive and trigger something inspirational in order to allow me to manifest the inner capabilities to equip me with those powerful tools. I stare at the ceiling fan for hours together; there is something so catchy about the rapid circular motion of a f...

So it all began one fine evening ,when I cosily indulged into this gripping novel by Varun Agarwal - How I braved Anu aunty and Co- Founded a million dollar company. What a book I must say, It left me thinking about our "Great Indian Education System" and its consequences on young India, but it is a whole new debate to be discussed. I love the way he puts his interesting life story.To me it seems all practical and  awesome and yet he has been successful in delivering some intricate B-school knowledge and some survival tips in the entrepreneurial world. I was so engrossed in that book, turning page after page, curious to discover his success story. Well to my conscious efforts, this little story of his was feeding to my Plan B, which is to co-found a company and become a successful entrepreneur. I have just formulated the rough idea, hope it soon transforms into something real soon.  So, just as I had almost sunk into the pages, getting inspired and started making a few futu...

Remember when you ran around the park trying every ride, screaming and giggling. Hesitant at first because you were astound by the mechanism of the rides or you were just scared to heights and big things. But nevertheless you took the ride out of your fascination, then slowly it literally becomes a child's play. Running around all day, covered in mud ,sweat and what not. Rolling all around the place,ending up at a friends house and falling asleep in the couch but somehow magically ending up in your bed. The picnics, epic food and games. Remember the amazing toys that you used to boast about? The illustrated and colourful story books, the cartoons. The crazy games, cute dancing and singing rhymes. Being on the spotlight and being cuddled. Learning the alphabets and numbers. Knocking doors to call your playmates for a game.The innocent naughtiness.Pestering your parents and dirtying the whole house. The first time when your daddy taught you how to ride a bicycle or to skate and hel...

India, a country known for its rich culture and heritage. The complex aspects of our tradition is what makes it authentic and sets us apart from the rest. The languages,food,dance forms, music, literature,festivals,temples,attire,beliefs, ideologies and the list goes on. We the People of a country who's past has been a story worth narrating, the ups and downs, the valour and courage of great leaders that has set us free today from the British Raj! Even after 66 years of Independence can we actually call ourselves Independent, free and a developing nation? How do we call ourselves all this, if millions of Indians' ideologies are hindered and they still favour the Videshi way of life and their products. Right from what we eat to what we wear. Some might just put quality as an excuse, for some it is a matter of financial supremacy and the lamest of all, some do it just because it seems COOL. It cannot get any worse,using a Videshi product or imitating them just because it is ...