2016 writing goal completed

2016 Writing Goal: I wrote 2 short stories (2500 words each) in 2015 as a part of Write India contest campaigned by TOI. I promise to myself to write two blogs every month in 2016.

List of 24 blog posts I wrote in year of 2016. (Additionally, I wrote two short stories of 6000 words each but I am not allowed to share them on my blog). It’s a great feeling to complete a goal successfully :-)

  1. What-the-fuck & Low carb diet
  2. My readings for 2016
  3. Again among Top 10 winners in Write India contest
  4. Introducing Kiaan (daddy blog post 1)
  5. Private: Kiaan fourth month’s memories (daddy blog post)
  6. Private: Kiaan’s arrival (daddy blog post 2)
  7. Lack of exercise takes its toll
  8. My money (focus) is on 7
  9. Flashback Friday #1 – Childhood
  10. Running and Reading
  11. Real Life and Dream Life
  12. Flashback Friday #2 – Brotherhood
  13. Show me the proof asked the stupidest…
  14. Flashback Friday #3 – Friendship
  15. A trigger is required to form a new habit
  16. The blessed memories of Diwali
  17. Labeled…
  18. Flashback Friday #4 – Cheers with Dad
  19. Five takeaways from ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’
  20. a crowd of zombies…
  21. So much hidden…
  22. Flashback Friday #5 – Friendship
  23. The train called life…
  24. Flashback Friday #6 – Special Bond

Real Life and Dream Life


Real Life:

  • Snooze morning alarm multiple times
  • Postpone exercise for evening
  • Beat traffic to work
  • Meet not-so-likable people for not-so-required discussions
  • Execute someone else’s projects
  • Drink numerous cups of coffee to get the engine running
  • Beat traffic back to home
  • Postpone exercise for next morning
  • Exhausted, spend time with family
  • Sleep late scrolling news feed and watching web series
  • Live weekend to weekend
  • Happy on Thurusday evening, weekend is coming
  • Sad on Sunday evening, weekend already over, spent on chores
  • Wait desperately for month end paycheck
  • Hope for an annual raise and next-to-impossible promotion, thinking life would get better
  • Hustle 2x to secure promotion, and 4x after promotion
  • Plan for once-a-year family vacation
  • Repeat the cycle for next 30 years
  • Retire at 65 and finally have freedom to enjoy life

Dream Life:

  • Wake up after 7 hours of sound sleep without an alarm
  • Practice gratitude and visualization
  • Prepare kids to school
  • Exercise or go for running
  • Read an inspiring book
  • Promote and sell your product online
  • Meet potential prospects and valuable clients
  • Write for few hours
  • Spend quality time with family
  • Dinner with family or close friends or valuable clients
  • Check today’s sales
  • Promote and sell somemore
  • Write or read somemore before hitting bed
  • Everyday is a weekend
  • Plan for multiple mini-retirements every year
  • Explore the world
  • Repeat the cycle for rest of the life
  • Never retire and enjoy life to the fullest

Which life are you living, huh!!?

My money (focus) is on 7


I am a Jack Canfield fan. Following him for quite some time now and recently completed his Success Principles 10-Day Transformation program. It’s an amazing program that helps you practice few of Jack Canfield’s success principles through 10 days.

One of the exercises was to list down the life goals: short-term, long-term, dream goals, etc. And so I did. But this post is not about the goals (I may write another post on goals).

This is to emphasize on the power of goals  – which help us see through the key things in life and remove clutter (such as watching any random Netflix series or scrolling Facebook wall zillion times a day).

Here is list of 7 key things my money is on (caveat: few of below wouldn’t apply when I am on vacation exploring new places, which in fact is also one of the core things for me):

  1. Improve knowledge on asset & wealth management, digital and product management
  2. Write daily – fiction story or blog post or private journal
  3. Read book or listen podcast daily (alternate: watch meaningful movie)
  4. Exercise 4 times a week – yoga, crossfit, running
  5. Practice gratitude and visualization daily
  6. Spent more quality time with Kiaan, Isha, family and friends
  7. Simplify life (I may write post on this later)

Everything else is a clutter. And which means I was all in clutter for so long… duh!!

By the way through entire last week, I successfully managed to do all of them expect #4 (which I started from today).

Now, if I would continue this or fall back into my clutter pit… that depends on my determination and commitment.

But did you see, the clarity of goals.

True story: The camera

“Wow, this is incredibly magnificent,” Isha yelled with a big smile swinging her head from one corner to another inside one of the grand broadway show theatres at the Time Square in New York. It was running the famous Mary Poppins and was packed as any broadway show. Though we both had huge backpacks on our shoulders, we managed our way through the elegant crowd to our well-reserved seats, excited than ever to experience our first broadway show.

The theatre hall was splendid, and even with very dim lights, was tempting us to take photographs. I opened my bag, slid the hand inside the pocket for the camera, but didn’t find it. I almost skipped a heartbeat and nervously looked at Isha, who was still admiring that luxurious beauty while waiting for me to hand her  over the camera. She looked at my blank face and guessed instantly. “There are so many things in this pocket. Look properly, it must be there,” she said confidently but her smile was gone. I took out some stuff and slid my hand a little deeper and there was it, hiding itself behind my blackberry. “Thanks Lord! I felt scared not because the camera is expensive but because it’s not ours,” I uttered in a relieved tone in her ear. “The other day only my friend was telling me how much he loves this camera and has so many memories with it, and I am sure he doesn’t have the backup of many of the photographs. Thanks Lord, it’s safe,” I sighed. “We should be extra careful with this camera. Let’s buy a lock for the bag after the show,” she suggested. Her smile was back and she started capturing beautiful pictures. The show was about to begin. I put the camera back carefully and kept the bag close to my chest the entire show.

After three hours, we came out completely mesmerized. The show was simply out of the world. Neither of us expected a musical drama with so many live performers to be so perfect and beautiful. It truly stood for its world-renowned popularity. But suddenly the camera incident brought me back to the reality. The bag was on my shoulders and I asked Isha to confirm all the pockets are properly zipped, especially the one with the camera. “Yes, all are zip tight. Let’s buy a lock now,” she responded. “I think we are uselessly worrying so much. I mean this is Times Square and I don’t think pickpocketing happens here,” I said in careless way. “But still what’s the harm in buying a lock,” she stressed.

After exact ten minutes, we were in a store waiting for our turn with a lock in my hand. She was in front of me in the queue, when a big guy standing behind tapped on my back saying, “hey man take care, your bag is open.” I felt a jerk of fear in my stomach even before I turned my head. My face went pale as I pulled the bag in front of me. The pocket was completely unzipped and the entire stuff was hanging out to jump on the floor. Isha held the bag when I madly shuffled things in that pocket to check for the camera. Isha searched after I failed but she didn’t find it either. A deep feeling of sadness sunk in both of us. I still had a hope that it might be hidden behind my blackberry, so I searched again. It was when we realized that the blackberry was also gone, including my glasses. And with them were gone all the moments captured by that camera.

I don’t know when it happened in those ten minutes. At the street while walking towards the store, in the store while picking the lock or in the queue while waiting for our turn, may be that big guy himself. But I do know I was ignorant. This happens everywhere and this time it happened with us, leaving my friend, Isha and me emotionally shattered.

Liebster blog award

A little late (because of lots of changes in my life lately, positive of course) but I am back with my hearty thanks to alphaqsecc for nominating me for this award.

Below comes the rules for this award:

1. Thanks the fellow blogger who nominated you – already appreciated.
2. List five blogs that have impacted your writing in a positive manner, by virtue of comments, posts, inspirations etc – check out below.
3. Leave comments on those blogs letting them know of the nominations – my pleasure.
4. Post the award in your blog – this is what I am doing now :)
5. Bask in the love of fellow bloggers and spread joy and inculcate good karma – yeah, I always do that and will continue!

I am nominating (in no particular order) few of my favorite blogs which attract me time and again, and am sure you also must have been to them, for they are amazingly interesting.

Much love! Preeti Shenoy

Joshi Daniel Photography


Mumbai daily


Good luck!

Tagline and the biggest news

Since the birth of my blog, I’ve posted few of my stories,  poems, portraits and sketches. I was admiring my blog today (ahh, I love to do so and feel contend to see the traffic increasing. This is the only traffic in entire world I love to see increasing ;-)) and suddenly I saw my blog’s tagline – ‘Just trying to word my world’. Obviously, that was not the first time I was seeing this tagline (after all its my blog and my tagline) but a thought crossed that does the content on my blog really goes along with this tagline? Though my blog represents a little personal and a little creative side of me, but still remains far from my actual world. So, the answer was No!

So, I should either change this tagline to something like ‘My creative shadow’ or ‘Art I said’ or start wording my world to some extent (of course, to some extent. I can’t tell you all ;-)). I decided to go with the latter for two reasons. I feel to pen down some of the happenings in my life and share them with fellow bloggers and my readers. Second, I love my tagline and in no mood to change it yet! Ahh, ‘my world in ink and graphite’ just clicked me as a nice one. Well, might think later about it ;-)

So let me begin with sharing the biggest News: I am getting married in this December to the love of my life. Her name is Isha. We got engaged just a few days back after some struggling weeks, emotional moments and tough decisions, received a lot of lovely comments on Facebook, surprised a few of my friends (mostly females ;-)), still distributing Delhi sweets in my Bangalore office (my office people love sweets from North India) and last friday she flew down to Bangalore from Delhi to transform me into a crazy shopaholic for two days (and yeah, for her shopaholic is a small word ;-)). I am enjoying each and every bit of it and I know there is a lot more to come!!!

And hey, I just had Déjà vu while writing the title for this post. See, I felt to share this as well ;-)


The title of this post is the name of one of the five serials telecasted under YRF (Yash Raj Films) television. I believe quite a few of you have heard about it, if not seen, and if you are my family or any of my close friends, you must have seen and loved it after my continuous exhilaration about it :-)

Yash Raj Films joined hands with Sony entertainment television and it was indeed a big news, and though I have always loved watching 24 and Prison break seasons non-stop back to back, I confess my ignorance on that news as I’m not much into hindi soaps and serials.

It was just another night few months back, when I was wandering aimlessly from my living room to kitchen to balcony to my drawing room. My brother was off to sleep as usual at 11 pm i.e. 3 hours from then. Yeah, you calculated it right; it was 2 am ;-) and I happened to switch on my television, when first time rishtha.com caught my eyes. I can’t explain in technical terms what I found so different in that first glance, but it was something new, fresh, something out of the usual league, and I watched repeated telecasts till 5 am. I thoroughly enjoyed it and next few nights watched all its previous videos from Sony official site.

rishtha.com is a story of two friends, Isha Mirchandani and Rohan Mehra, who have started a marriage bureau (rishtha.com) few years back and their business is rapidly growing. Both are rich in their late twenties completely enjoying their life, but are totally opposite in every aspect and always keep fighting, though mostly friendly fights. Isha is very sophisticated, beautiful, mature, and intelligent woman who believes in pure love, healthy life, and perfect work, whereas Rohan is a stylish hunk who is flirtatious, plays around, lazy goose who loves coming late to office, but a very good friend. The other two characters, Huzaifa Ali, CEO of rishtha.com, a fatty guy whose only love in life is his work, and Ruchika, PR head, who is ultra modern, very sexy and stylish women who has a huge history of boy friends. All four of them are real good friends. The other evident characters are Isha’s widowed dad, his girl friend Naina, and Rohan’s brother who has left his highly paid job to become Yoga instructor.

Now in each episode, rishtha.com people meet new clients and a part of story revolves around these clients’ lives and part around these main characters’ lives, and their family and friendship, but the actual magic is how in the end of each episode the stories get intermingled somehow giving a subtle message about love, life, human behaviour et al. And episode after episode the story is touching almost all aspects of human life, nature, and feelings such as loneliness, infidelity, friendship, love, lust, et al in a very beautiful and catchy way.

rishtha.com brings a breath of fresh air giving break from those regular saas-bahu or politics driven soaps. But sadly last week, the last episode of season 1 was telecasted, and the last scene was Isha and Rohan falling in love. Now I’m desperately waiting for season 2. No idea when it’s scheduled to be telecasted. Just wish to see new episodes soon.

What women want

The divine

“Why do boys have all the fun?” made quite a wave, making men raise their brows and women smile. This doesn’t remain unheard by anyone, and yes, it is true. Be it riding stylish fast bikes or enjoying late night parties. Be it living away from their home chasing dream jobs or talking naughty about guys in their hostel rooms or anything else that could be termed as fun, women want it all.

But the most important of all, women want utter respect and immense love. “Do you love me?” is their favorite question. To be loved by someone truly and like no body else, women secretly crave for – both physically and emotionally, and once found go extra mile to protect it. They are a princess inside and want to be treated like one: as a daughter, as a lover, as a wife, and as a mother, but prior to all as an individual.

Trust by their partner is what women demand and fidelity for them is what they inherit. They enjoy their space and freedom, but at the same time, when doing wild things expect a concern from their loved ones, else they ask in a mischievous tone “doesn’t it matter to you when I came late yesterday?”

They love flying free like a bird, to explore new things. “I want to watch that kind of movie,” they often tell their guy. Clubbing, partying, flirting around, fagging, boozing, et al they want to experience, but unlike men, they mostly know their limits.

They are confident to rub their shoulders against men’s in their professions but at the same time could easily sacrifice their career for a sweet secured family. They understand male ego, and never intend to have a status of a bread earner but always feel satiated by just being jam on that bread.

They love mirrors, and could spent hours in front of it. They are born gorgeous, and always want to look their best. “Baby, how I look?” is what you hear day in and day out, and the problem is that they don’t believe whatsoever you say. They are tagged shopaholics. “I spent almost all my salary in clothes and cosmetics,” many of my female friends say. Equally, they love appreciations and compliments, but only genuine ones and are good judges on that. Secretly, they love to glance at good looking guys and crave for their stares.

Diamonds are their best friends, but if they get upset, gifting even roses could do wonders. However tough they might seem, they all are dolls inside. They love surprises and romantic ones turn them on. They are very sensitive and always needs an emotional support. Many love to roam around with trendy guys, but mostly settle with mature and intelligent ones. Confidence and sense of humor turn them on, while they can’t stand cheapness.

They all are chatter boxes and could gossip non stop, even while sleeping. They are great lovers and get an immense pleasure in chatting with their guys after making love. That make them test the emotional side of their guy, I think. Some want a domineering guy with an attitude and some want a simple sober one, but all want who could stand with them in kitchen when they cook. “Can’t you stand with me instead of watching football,” my gal used to say when we were together.

They could make you weak on your knees falling for them and they could be your strength by supporting you at every steep step. They are powerful. They are beautiful. All in all they are the most divine and miraculous creation of nature, and deserve and want only the best for themselves and their loved ones.

This post has been written for “What women want” contest by blogadda and pringoo.

The beautiful moment – 55 Fiction

 His hands were shivering when he took her in his arms. She was looking like an angel. Gently, he kissed her. That was their first meet, for which he was desperately waiting, and wanted the moment to stay.

Suddenly, his mom entered. She approached them with filled eyes.

“She looks just like you,” she rejoiced.

Papa, I love you

I don’t know what blogadda is up to? Week after week, it’s driving me to the most beautiful memories, first my crush and now papa. But aha! I’m loving it!

I’m working on a very serious assignment that leaves me no second to spare, and strictly warned not to get consumed with this. But as you read, I am drowned. The topic is such!

Since I read this topic, I’ve been thinking about it. I didn’t want to eat up words in obvious things that my dad is best, very loving, extra caring, and always supportive, etc.  A tribute is to express my love for him, which more often than not remains unsaid. The best way to do so is to drive him along with me to this memory ride, which has always been so pleasant and hurdle-free because of him.

A father is the only human being whose hands, howsoever weak they become, will always hold you on your fall, and will always clap on your rise.

The name of my dad, Sandeep, means lighting the way, and I’ve no second thought in declaring that my dad truly lives by his name.

Many people say that when they first opened their eyes, they saw their dad staring at them with tears and excited heart. Must be true, but honestly I was a little too dumb to understand tears and excitement on my first day, though I myself was bawling.

I remember my early childhood through the exhaustive collection of shots my papa has beautifully captured, and every time when I admire these snaps, I could feel how rejoiced he was to see me for the first time, to embrace me in his arms, and to love me each and every moment. That’s an invaluable gift he has given to me which many of my friends could just dream of and envy.

These days he is extremely busy with his latest hobby of editing family functions videos for all the close relatives by plugging in nice songs and humorous punches, just to see them smiling. The passion he has for his hobbies is commendable. Even being so busy all seven days, he always has time for photography, video shooting, and gardening. This has always inspired me to do something not just for living but for happiness. And, I think he is the true inspiration behind my sketching and writing.

He knows the secret of finding happiness. One way is by celebrating all the occasions and successes, even the tiny ones. I still cherish my lavish birthday celebrations, few of the most beautiful in the town. The trendiest clothes, so much decoration, huge gathering with all friends and relatives, a scrumptious cake always in a new shape and flavour, the best was The 3D hut cake, and how could I forget those huge trays full of chocolates kept at every corner, for papa always knew my craziness for chocolates. Those were the times he truly gave me the regal experiences.

Even recently, he was so excited to celebrate my victory over a tough examination with all his cameras and lights on even at 2 in the night when I reached home. And, the way he feels proud telling my success story to relatives and his doctor friends makes me go for more and more.

He has given me so many pleasant surprises, and always kept his promises. That night I was excited to see the video game he promised me. Bell rang, I rushed to open the door, my eyes were searching for it, but his hands were empty. Upset, I moved towards my room when from my back he shouted, “Alright, then I’ll play alone tonight,” making me jump in delight.

He is a true motivator, and his patience level is way too high. It was my social science exam next morning and nothing was going in my mind, not even a single word. I was nervous, scared, and asked mom to take leave from exam. I was expecting a nice scolding, when papa gently asked “why?” “I’ll flunk.” He hugged me saying, “That’s ok even if you fail, no body would scold you I promise. Just try your best…Don’t run from it.” Those few words still soothe my mind in tough times and give me confidence to put my best foot forward.

In the first semester, when my attendance was short and my director called him in college, leaving his clinic, he had travelled around 4 hours to my college in bus, and listened to director harsh words about me. Even after that, he talked to me normally, without scolding. Today, I want to apologise for that and all the embarrassing moments I put him into. My failures have disappointed him, but he never showed his low feelings in any form, in fact always encouraged me to work harder, by keeping absolute faith and trust in me.

But he did scold me once. I remember that because that’s the only time till today he did so. I was too young and was doing something silly. He just frowned upon me and said something in an unexpected tone. I rushed to my room, with tears flowing. Upon coming back from his clinic, he came directly to see me. I’d decided not to talk, and he said “Whole day I wasn’t able to work…was just thinking about you. I’m sorry.” His eyes went wet and I just hugged him. Fathers of my male friends have scolded them more than once, I’m sure. So goes without saying, my papa is the best :-)

“Ayush, why don’t you shave properly? You must look like a son of a handsome dad.” This is his favourite dialogue whenever I visit home during vacations. He always wants his lazy goose son to wear the smart clothes and look good, even at home.

Once we were in market, he noticed me looking at a dashing goggles. The very next moment he bought that for me. I knew they were expensive and when I denied taking them, he said “why I work so hard, just for you…so have it.”

“In all my births, I want to become a doctor,” says my dad. He just loves what he does, serving people. And that was the reason he chose to establish a clinic in a suburb. He is an amazing doctor with some gifted diagnostic abilities. My grandma says he has inherited it from my grandma’s father, who was a very famous vaid of his times. After his hardship at clinic, he provides free consultation to the local people for two hours daily. Enjoy the work as your play, and you don’t have to work all your life. He truly adheres to it.

He can’t see anyone in pain, either it’s me, or family, or his patients, or even his plants. Sometimes I feel that he loves his patients and plants more than us, but of course that’s not true. I was in hostel and was a little unwell, and he just left everything and came to pick me up.

Under his shadow, I’ve always seen the bright and beautiful side of life. But, that harrowing incident of his abduction made me realize that the life is so dark without him being around.

Many people informed me that after abduction he might feel sacred if left alone even at home, or he might undergo depression of losing his life’s savings in ransom. I had plans of not leaving him alone even for a second, and would daily accompany him for morning walks. The fortunate night he came back, to everyone’s amazement, he was so calm and relaxed. He didn’t show any sign of depression and the very next morning he was on the terrace alone with his plants. That only shows his inner strength and mental perseverance. “When I was there, I was confident that Ayush will take care of the family…so I don’t have to worry about anything,” and he had tears in his eyes while saying this. The way he showed trust in me, I saw myself becoming serious and mature overnight.

The ease with which he handled the pain of the loss, the way he strictly denies any commission coming his way for the referred patients, the way he provides free medical consultation, the way he still spends so lavishly on every one of us, only made me learn that money is nothing in front of moral, values, and love.

“There is nothing more than love, a happy family, and a healthy life,” he always teaches me. I understand his wish to see his family together in good and bad times, when he says “Even if we won’t be able to live together after your marriages, we would always plan a week holiday every year,” and papa I promise you today, I’ll always love, respect, and honour you, whatsoever may come in way.

He always has a road fear owing to which he never rode even a bicycle in his life. But at the age of 50, he just proved Impossible is nothing by driving a car. This is truly remarkable.

He has a magnanimous and an egoless spirit any human being can possibly possess. My best friend and our driver literally say that he is God in human form. My best friend even confesses that he prays to have a father like him in his next birth. I’ve never seen my dad pointing finger on anyone. I’ve always seen him forgiving and even praising people whom any ordinary person supposedly hate. I don’t want to explicitly drive down to instances, but I’m sure he knows what I’m referring here. I feel proud when so many of our relatives say that he is a gentleman, always polite and sober. “Am I as good as papa?” Even my mom says “No. You are good but his nature is out of this world. You can’t be like him.” Sometimes I dislike that why he so easily forgive people who have done wrong with us, but somewhere deep inside I want to inculcate this quality, when I know I couldn’t ever. This makes my papa distinct :-)

I want to thank you papa for giving me this beautiful life and the best of everything, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart.

Papa, I love you :-)  

Wishing all the awesome fathers in this world a very Happy Father’s Day!