anniversary mom and dad

Happy 39th anniversary mom and dad


There are milestones in life that get celebrated every year without much fanfare, including birthdays and anniversaries. But some are way more special than just another day on the calendar. Your  birthday, dad birthday,  wedding anniversaries on the four are all cause for celebration. They’re big milestones for most people.

But none may be more important in this day and age than the 39th wedding anniversary, in my opinion, and that’s why today, 18julyMarch 2019, is special to me. Thirty-nine years ago my mom (Urmila Devi ) and dad (M.k singh) were married.

While I do not have that much relationship experience (in fact, depending on who you ask, I’ve never had a true girlfriend) I know that I have the two best role models in how to make things work. I’ve been lucky enough to also see my grandparents make it 50-plus years. I have the best role models anyone could ask for.

And while our lives are very busy and we rarely have time to sit down and talk about life like we used to, my mom and dad still play a vital role in my life. Without them, I’m not sure I’d be where I am today. Don’t get me wrong, they’re humble and would tell you that my Sister’s and I work our tails off to get to where we are in our lives, but the truth is, without them, we’d be somewhere else.

I love Taylor Swift’s music, and I’d consider myself to be one of those happy romantics, who believes in the fairy tale ending. One day, if I’m as lucky as the two people I celebrate here, I’ll be able to look back on 39 years of being married in the same way my parents have tonight.

Congrats mom and dad. You two are a shining light, two of the best role models anyone could ask for, and you deserve more than just this little blog post.

(However, if I may interject in my defense, I am a  student—just trying to get by, and busy as heck with Studies and work, so you’ll have to deal without a big lavish present at the moment!)

Here’s to the past 39 years  and many happy more.

Love, your smallest son,
Sachit
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grown up

I remember the time when my hands couldn't reach the top of the refrigerator so my mom would keep things she didn't want to get my hands on over the top..
So when I got so tall that I could chose things to keep there over the top of the 'fridge' I'd think I've grown.
Used to wear half pants to my school and used to see my seniors in long length trousers I used to think..I'll wear it someday..
And the day came and I thought I've grown up.
When my mom made me wear a formal shirt to a family function, I was the part of the MEN crowd and I felt like such a grown up.
We used pencils back then to write our notes..so when I bought my first 'ink pen' I felt like a grown up.
Mom wouldn't let me use the landline BSNL phone on my own..and if she did, wasn't allowed to talk for long like she and my dad would talk to other people..
So when I ended up a call that lasted more than an hour and mom did not stop me..I felt I've grown up.
Used to see in movies how the actor would go out on a date with the actress and she'd smile and say 'I love you' I thought will I ever get there.
And then I dated. Felt the pain of a heartbreak too. And while I was sitting in the darkness wiping my tears, it felt I've really grown up. I'm not a kid anymore.
When I used to collect coins and put it in a piggy bank I'd wonder I'll spent it on a new Bay-Blade collection..
And when I was buying my first Saree for my mother from the money I saved in my wallet, I felt I've grown up..
When I saw news on Television instead of cartoons, I felt I've grown up..
Used to stand outside the airport seeing a plane fly..
As I'd cross the airport..to me it was a miracle..
And when I had my first flight...I was sure I'm a grown man..
When I used to walk with my uncle and he'd meet someone he knew and they'd say "kabhi aana Bhabhi ji ko le kar" and walk again..I'd see him smile awkwardly..
I realized I've grown up when I actually showed up in the middle of a blind date of a friend.
I used to ride a friend's tricycle while other kids rode bicycles and bikes.
So when I sneaked away my brother's car and drove it all the way.. I felt I've grown up.
When I dropped in a ten rupee note into a beggar's bowl, I was so sure I've grown up..
When I was in a restaurant and called for the waiter for the first time and he came and bowed and asked saying, "yes sir?" I felt like such a grown up..
Going to those fancy fairs and enjoy the rides was all I used to live for At one point of time; so when I said no to that and chose to hangout with my family once, I was so proud. I wanted someone to tell me I've grown up.
And I felt I've grown.
Took me years to realize that to me, my face never changed because every day I used to look into the mirror, it was just my face.
Every single day, it was me and yet people who saw me after years told me..how I looked so different..
And the only evidence to prove the testimony were pictures.
Years went by.
When I was by my friend's side when he lost his father, we both discussed now we've grown up..
Then I saw wrinkles on my parents faces..
My brothers face..
That aunt who'd scold us if the ball would bounce into the balcony..who wouldn't shout anymore and passed away..
The shopkeeper who'd give me free chocolates just like that..was old..and in pain..
When those raw soft drinks after the basketball game became whiskey and beer..I was sure I've grown up.
And here I am..
Thinking about everything I've been through and how time still didn't stop or pause.
How the definition of growing old just scares me now.
How; somehow I feel like if only I could go back in time and be that kid again..
who knew nothing about the world..
who used to have a handful of friends to talk and play with and no responsibilities and sleep at 9 and wake up at 6 get ready for school and meet those scary teachers and live everything all over again.
And all I could gather so far is that in the end, we never really grow up, do we?
Nah, Not even when we're 101.
Because growing up should be fulfilling but we are the images of our imagination.
The journey never stops.
It's an illusion.
We just stop believing that we're never grown up.
Try as may, we couldn't possibly understand why we're here after all now, could we?
It's just the memories we will take away.
The pain, the laughter, the love, the denial..
All those emotions..it's all about it.
Everything else is just ordinary.
It's one of these days I feel everyone around me might be satisfied but no one is content.
They'll never be.
And all I can say about us...
Well, if I could gather all of that from my memories I want to believe I've grown..
But then, I really don't want to.
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A message from the darker side

A message from the darker side.

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Let’s just begin with what I’ve been saying to myself since all these years: Suffering is an option and happiness is a choice.

Sometimes I need to be weak, before being strong.

Sometimes I need to be defeated, to learn how to fight.

Sometimes I need to trust, before believing.

Sometimes I need to drown into the ocean of sorrow, to see true happiness.

Sometimes I have to get hurt, to be brave.

Sometimes you have to experience the darkness, to find true clarity.

Do not over think. Worrying is always a waste of time. At the right time, everything will make sense. Feed your mind with positive thoughts. You are just doing great in life.

Whatever your problems are, they will be resolved. Never lose hope. There will always be a ray of sunshine after the rain. Always remember that you are more than good enough. You are worth it. You are strong thus you will overcome everything .

Exhibitionism

I confess, I am looking for attention. And not for anyone’s attention. For your attention. And so is everyone else. Any writer who has ever written a line, any actor who has played a part in any show, any producer, any poet, any reporter, any news anchor, any company, any non-profit… So does a firefighter who is shouting “Leave the building!”, so does any politician, any teacher, any preacher, anyone and everyone who has something to tell to others. They are all looking for attention. You are looking for attention, otherwise you would not have ended up on Social Media. Because looking for attention is as human as breathing. Except, some need attention of a couple of people, while others want the entire world to listen to them.                   

                       

Attention is our social currency. It is your social capital. And like any capital is limited. There’s only as much attention you can give to anyone and anything. Which is why everyone wants it. It is your attention that creates or destroys a star. It is your attention that solves a social problem or creates a social disaster. It is your attention that makes the world whatever it is.

So yes, I do want your attention. Now that we got that out of the way, you will probably ask, why I want it. Well, to find an answer to that question, you may have to stick around and decide for yourself.              

                                   

SMILE

This goes to every one who craves their long lost smile

It’s not your fault you haven’t smiled lately.
And by all means let me tell you something..
You’re so not alone in this!
The responsibility we’ve taken on our shoulders to compete every second in this ever changing world oughts to squeeze out happiness from us as minutes go by.
The pretentious world that we all complain about?
Well, we’re a part of it too.
To you, maybe you’re a wise person who always cares about others but in books of those other people you’ll still be a prick.
This moment of realisation kills your mood, makes you take out a cigarette and peg up on the rocks and makes you not to give a single damn to anyone.
Why would it?
All your efforts are going unnoticed and unheard.

And who doesn’t want appreciation?

Your teachers, your relatives, your siblings, your neighbours, your enemies, your crush, your exes..everyone is a part of it.
How could you possibly smile?
Mm..between you and me..how about we give each other a reason?
See, I do understand you miss your smile.
But it’s lost never to be found. Or as it may seem?
But it’s floating somewhere around us.
I’m willing to give you my smile for the time being whilst I borrow someone else’s smile from that air.
Let’s put ourselves in other’s shoes..
Let’s know their stories..
See what made them smile?
Ask yourself if you’ve ever experienced it?
If not, why not give that experience a try?
We’re anyway living lives of others.
We sure as hell can give it a shot willingly too, right?
So tell me today..

What was that one thing that made you happy?

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HOW TO FACE STRESSED LIFE........,,                                                                                                                                                                                    I can just make out how adventures my life has become. And how drastically it has changed me. I am sitting alone in my room, respecting my own privacy and legit writing Dreams. This is something I'd never imagined myself to be. I loved meeting people. I'm an extrovert. But all of this is gone. IDK what makes me write this but this is too MAINSTREAM.

Last 5 days has been extremely tough for me. My family, my work, my relationship.But this is actually changing me in a good way. I don't recall when was the last time I was at peace with stable mind. But my therapies has been effective tho.I am not the best person to say it but the things I've learnt while picking up my pieces and sticking them with rusted people is very reverberating. A) Everyone is judging me, 
B) I am stronger than yesterday 
C) I don't give a fuck. 
D) Self worth is so important. 
E) can easily make out how shitty people pretend to be caring and How beautiful their fake concerns are. 
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