Posted in Emotional, Heal, Heart, Joy, Pain, Reality, Sorrow, Truth, Uncategorized

#The Healing Heart

Have you ever come across something that completely rips open your heart and leaves you in a sort of pain that can’t be expressed? Or something that leaves you extremely jubilant and motivated?

Well it happens to me a lot, and up until now I was seeking for an outlet to bring those painful or influential emotions out in a constructive manner. I’ve been a writer for a while now, but I still couldn’t figure out the method in which I wanted to convey what I felt…and I’m sure lots of you out there face the same dilemma as me. So I wanted to create a platform where we could share our experiences, good or bad, and feel better at the end of it.

This trigger in me usually fires when I see an unsettling post or video or image on some social media site, or something happening on the road, or even just some conversation I hear while I’m going through my usual day. It can cause such a switch flip in me. I could be on my way to a party all decked up, feeling like I could slay, and then I’d see a homeless man curled up on the cold footpath just dying his life out, and all of sudden, the glam of the whole party and my make-up and my outfit would fizzle away leaving me feeling hollow. I would be heading home from an amazing outing with my best buds, and on the way I would see an innocent animal sprawled on the road and I’d break down right there. Now I know, we can’t constantly let something like this dictate our being, but I realized recently that I needed to write it out like I was talking to someone and express this grief in a way that the reader could relate to it and somehow feel better by that.

And hence, I’ve decided to start a series of blogs under the hashtag- The Healing Heart…a forum that talks about the emotions that we all bury within us because they’re meant to be accepted as a part of our life; something that does not equal to or count as the real struggles. But I feel, these are the emotions of joy and sorrow that shape us and our future into a well talked out safe environment or a lonely secluded atmosphere.

In this blog, the words just spilled out on their own. There was no pause in thinking of witty lines, cleaver puns or mesmerizing material used for grabbing someone’s attention. It felt easy because it came straight from the heart, as corny as that sounds. But that’s the whole point right? Having a place where it’s never corny or cheesy or over-dramatic or melodramatic…it’s just a place where the truth speaks before we dictate it to conform to a certain current trend.

So along with my regular blogs, I’m going to write one on #TgiphyheHealingHeart whenever I see or read or hear something that makes me laugh or cry. Hopefully someone out there will find this in a time of need and provide them with some sort of comfort. And if this grows, everyone who has something to say can contribute under that hashtag. It’s not something done with the intention of getting a ton of views or reads or any of that. I hope the purity of this idea reaches out to whoever sees it.

Thank you for reading this chunk of writing…I’m looking forward to this new experience and this new outlet…



Posted in College, Funny, Reality, Truth, Types, Uncategorized


‘Teacher’s Pet’ is a label no student wants, but we all secretly love having that one teacher who gives us that little extra bit of attention! While each of us have had different experiences when it comes to teachers, we’ve all had these various types of teachers one time or another! Continuing the teacher’s day celebration, here is the list-

  1. The Hater:

We don’t know what we have done in which life to deserve the wrath of this teacher who finds a reason to yell at us, even when it isn’t our fault. We kind of just get accustomed to it eventually. They hate us. We deal with it.


  1. The Sub:

It’s an early birthday present when a substitute teacher replaces a regular one for a day or two. Why? Because then the kingdom is in the students’ capable hands! The new quirks, the new accents, the newly acquired freeness, it’s all a lot of fun. We love the sub!


  1. The Peepers:

These teachers have a habit of walking through the rows, peeping and staring into what we are writing or doing and it ensures that we feel really dumb. Especially during exams. You put your arms over the paper, you pretend to be deep in thought, you feel like everything you have written is absolute rubbish…and so on. You know what I mean.

  1. The Non-Teacher, Teacher:

These beautiful people come in the form of parents, family members, friends, etc. They are our unofficial guides, our go-to people. They always have our back, no matter what.


  1. The Sweetie-Pies:

These teachers are the bright shining light in every student’s life. They’re always nice and have excellent advice whenever you need them. Plus, if you are in their good books, they give you great marks for all your deserving efforts!


  1. Varied Kinds:

The screamer who is ready to shout at the drop of a hat, the one who cracks all those jokes only the front-benchers laugh on, the one who always goes off-topic, the one who argues with the naughty student in every lecture, the strict one, the casual one…and the list can go on forever.


  1. The Extra Work:

When you complete one task very properly, they will definitely pile all the other work on your shoulders alone. We could choose to see this as a burden or as a privilege.

  1. The Typical Phrasers:

These are the ones who will never stop using the age-old hilarious phrases like- ‘Is this a classroom or a fish market?’ ‘Yes yes I’m talking to you, why are you looking back?’ and ‘This is the worst batch ever!’

You will never forget them and laugh long after you have passed out!


I feel that the list will never stop changing and growing! So for now, I leave it at this!

Thank-you all the wonderful teachers who have gotten us this far in life. We will forever be in debt!


Dear readers, catch you all next week! 🙂  


Posted in College, Food, Funny, Reality, Uncategorized

            College canteens can be a place of sanctity for the hungry, the sleep-deprived or for the ones who simply need a place to finish completing their assignments on submission day! Either way, it automatically becomes the heart of the college and as a result, it attracts a whole array of students, all unique in their own common ways… So here are the different types of people in the canteen you are bound to come across, sometime or the other-

  • 1) We’re the Spillers:

With these people, more comes out than what goes in. The table looks like a buffet serving. Honestly? The next person who comes and sits at that table after you does not require a bit by bit detail of how you had ‘bhendi and chapatti’ today. It is so unappetizing.

  • 2) The kid with the ‘dabba’:

We all know someone who carries fresh food from home and opens two hundred and thirty-seven compartments of that tiffin box and puts the canteen out of business, so comfortable with the dabba that lasted since middle school with the half torn picture of ‘Tom and Jerry’ on it. Is that person sitting in a canteen, in a hotel, at home? We shall never know.


  • 3) Center-stage PDA Couple:

People, people, you are not invisible! We can all see you. We can all see your all-consuming love being so passionately displayed in that one far-off corner table. The others are trying to romance their food, so get a room…or at least a classroom.


  • 4) The Traveller:

Do you know why it is advised to have a lot of friends in college? It is so you can have a variety of food. This one person cannot sit still in the canteen. This one person is always travelling from one table to another in search for bites of food, intention disguised under the dialogue- ‘uss friend se milke aata hu’. You know exactly who I’m talking about. And if you don’t, you’re probably the traveller.


  • 5) Income-earner of the Canteen:

The food junky, the fast-food lover, the dabba hater, the money spender- the hunk that is the major revenue source for the canteen; the one who cannot, will not go a day without giving the canteen his intimate darshan. His life is not complete without buying something Every. Single. Day.


  • 6) The Lazed Lot:

These people are the epitome of joblessness. They literally bunk every lecture and spend the entire day occupying one table. You visit the canteen during breaktime- there they are sitting. You visit the canteen after college- there they are sitting, still. Have the will to live people.

  • 7) The Party Poppers:

Someone random and unknown is celebrating their birthday in the canteen? Well by all means then, let us join in the celebration by singing out really loudly. It becomes one big chorus group. Maybe we might get some cake too? I mean, we did just meet and sing for you like two minutes ago.


  • 8) The Seat Warmers:

The lot that gets your fist to clench in anger. The insensitive kind. The unbothered lot. Can y’all not see that the canteen is over packed with students looking for a place to sit and eat their food? Do y’all not realize that y’all are done eating your food? Why don’t y’all be a doll and free your seats for someone who really needs them?


  • 9) But First, let me take a Selfie:

No, no…the crowd and the noise is not an issue to them. No matter how much you try to initiate the conversation and pull the group together, there will always be that one person who finds the perfect lighting spot and goes on their modeling spree with pouts and hair-flips and squeals. Umm…HELLO? Looking for an actual humanly exchange of words here.

  • 10) The Social-Media Parasite:

Do I even need to…? *exasperated face*

Girl, will you stop clicking pictures of that cupcake before I shove it up your nose? Let me eat my food in peace. You’re really not having fun with every activity posted on social sites with captions like ‘Day of Fun with Bae’, ‘Bestie and I be having so much fun’. Girl, don’t lie!


  • 11) The Fakers v/s the Real Ones:

There will always be a group that will try to draw attention through loud fake laughs and such. But there will also always be a group of genuine friends who are blissfully sharing that magical cup of ice-tea.


            Well, no matter what, the college canteen will always be one of those places you visit and revisit in your memories, just to laugh a little again… If you could relate to any of these types of people, do give this article a like, and leave a comment if you’ve come across any more types! 😛

Catch y’all next week!

Posted in Reality, Uncategorized

Do no HARM, but Take no S**t


        When you are almost touching your twenties, you realize that life is not half the fairytale we were made to believe as kids. In fact, it is twice more difficult than you figured at age 16.

            Now, I am not in any way implying that it is dreadful to say the least, but we all do have our fair share of nuisances that we just never learn to deal with. For me, it is the constant conflict between how much is too good and how good is too bad.

            This thought arose when I realized that the world works on a simple principle: Feed off of the Weak. Any sign of weakness and they will pounce on you like lions on raw meat. When I dwelled a little deeper, it became clearer. On our planet, being nice is almost synonymous with being weak.

            While I believed that it didn’t cost a dime to always be kind to every single person, I grew up to notice that there was always someone who would take advantage of that. Other than that, though we were made to believe that the nice ones won at life, the reality is that they don’t always get the respect along the way.

            For example:

  • Person A talks in a restaurant without any superiority in his voice. He is kind and considerate. However, most of the times, he gets an indifferent or unsmiling response with simple ‘hmm…s’ and ungrateful nods. Where is the pride coming from?
  • If Person B talks in a restaurant with whistles and harsh tones, he most definitely ends up receiving courteous treatment. Why? Were they brutally shown their place in the food chain? Was authority and hierarchy far more acceptable than kindness? Is this correct?

Nevertheless, I am of the firm belief that though you may have the upper hand and command, there is no need to be rude or offensive to anyone.

            Having experienced this a lot recently, I wondered why being the good girl meant that I could be dumped on and being the bad girl meant that I had a habit of snapping! Especially when it came to small work projects, putting my foot down meant that I was not interested. Does standing up for your integrity mean nothing anymore?  

            But I was facing a conflict. There are so many brilliant people who have achieved tremendous success without deterring from their path of being good, not ethically but morally speaking. So due to some negative people, would it be right for me to stoop down and act as they did- proud with feigned bravado?

            The answer was a definite no. Being good may not equal receiving good treatment, but at least at the end of the day, no one would have the audacity to point a dirty finger at me. But being good also includes standing up for yourself against an oppressor. No harm no foul in hammering a person who can afford to be knocked down a peg or two.

            With these clashing ideologies of whether being good is good or bad, I changed my motto and outlook on people and situations-

Win the World With Kindness


Do no Harm, but Take no S**t

Everyone began falling in place after that! However, my question though answered, remains a baffling mystery to me… how much is too good and how good is too bad….?

But like one song rightly said-

“Anybody can be bad to you…you need a good girl to blow your mind!”


Posted in Europe, Travel, Uncategorized

My European Experience


We flew over the Swiss Alps and glided down the sparkling Lake Geneva laced with wooden cottages, only to land within a few minutes in cloudy Geneva, Switzerland. The moment our foot was out of the airplane, the cold breeze hit us, and we knew, we had touched down in Europe. From 40 to 4 degrees, the drop in temperature felt like pure bliss.

We had an immediate train to Interlaken via Bern, and were mortified that there was just a 6 minute time gap to switch platforms. So as our practice for Indian local trains goes, we pushed through the crowd with our bags and dashed into the train only to realize we had 2 minutes to spare. The process was so smooth due to clear directions and instructions on the platform. From then on we learnt that this country had tremendous value for one’s time and we were never worried. Whether it be Switzerland or Paris, their Public Transportation is extremely efficient. Every second is taken into consideration and every single bus, train, etc. is right on schedule. In the small cities of Switzerland, it takes you about a day to figure out their entire transport system. After that, moving around is a piece of cake.


We longed to see the European beauty and that was the first thing that we noticed. Interlaken welcomed us with lush green carpets with grazing cows, snow-clad peaks, vintage houses with the brightest blooming flowers, lakes and so much more. And since we were travelling on our own, we had the leisure to spend hours appreciating the surreal beauty. The creative and aesthetic sense is ingrained in each individual person and so every home.


The experience to the Top of Europe- the Jungfraujoch Peak (11,371 ft.) was more than thrilling, but it was crammed with tourists. Even though we enjoyed playing in the magnificent snow, the real splendor lay in the small villages down below.


We were loving their country, but it lacks a certain warmth which is felt in our own. Though the people there do help you when needed, they have a tendency to look down at foreigners, especially if we do not speak their native language. So when we hunt down an Indian restaurant after getting tired of their sandwiches and other foods bland to our palate, we expected some brotherly treatment, but were sadly disappointed by the indifference displayed by the Indian owner to his own people.

After experiencing the magical land of Interlaken, Luzern city suddenly felt very commercial to us, though we enjoyed the boat cruises and walks on the Kapellbrücke. The same applied to Paris. Paris- a City of Lights, felt much like Mumbai at first sight. Crowded and Chaotic. However, the TGV train that ran at a speed touching 330 km/hr, took us from Basel, Switzerland to Paris. An experience that shouldn’t be missed.


Other than the Eiffel Tower, Arch de Triomphe, Louvre museum and other mesmerizing structures, Paris is adorned with stunning old buildings, sculptures and monuments.  For those who love high end shopping, Champs-Élysées is your paradise.

You do grow to love their fast paced lives in their underground metros in just a few days. These places had a unique feel to them that made the departure so much harder. You just have to love it.

Switzerland is blessed with God-given natural benefits. After seeing their massive fresh-water lakes for two weeks which constantly get refilled by the downpour, it was very disheartening to see the dry, slum-covered landscape while landing in Mumbai. But nevertheless, we felt proud when the airhostess announced, ‘All Indian Passengers flying with us, Welcome Home!’

It was a fabulous experience, and the first vadapaav after hitting the Highway to Pune put a cherry on the top.

Things to remember-

  • Buy the Swiss Pass for Switzerland which gives you access to every transport facility, including boat cruises.
  • After trying all their delicacies, you do miss our food (especially the vegetarians), so carry instant food packets from home. Buy small yogurt packs and bananas from their local stores to have during outings.
  • Carry an umbrella and a jacket at all times as it may start raining anytime.
  • Book all your tickets (eg. Disneyland, Louvre, etc.) from India itself to avoid the painfully huge lines there.
  • Grab their local maps and explore adjoining cities on adventure sprees.


In the end, we came back with a bucket full of memories to last us a lifetime. And though India welcomed us back home, we carried a little piece of the beautiful Europe with us!


Posted in College, Funny, Uncategorized



(Junior College as it is!)


The excitement, fear, confusion, anticipation and exhilaration pretty much sums up all the emotions that surge through a student on the first day of JUNIOR COLLEGE! As the transition from school to college marks our first milestone into the real world, the first day can be quite an electrifying and daunting adventure. Here are some of the things we all face on our first day as a college student!


Freshly out of school, none of us have any idea as to how college life is. We enter the college campus and are slightly mortified to see students sans the discipline! We are so used to being monitored by teachers or prefects all the time that this new found freedom becomes a bit of a challenge to handle at first. Nevertheless, it scripts our first stage of the journey from schooling to college life!



We, the newbies, the novices, the newcomers are naïve in the territory of the seniors! We still haven’t figured out the route to our classes, we don’t know where all the stairwells lead to, we don’t know any teachers, and hell, we don’t have the liberty to depend on our friends who are sailing in the same boat as we are. So what do we do? We just go with the flow, get trampled by the seniors who are perhaps annoyed with our disruptive presence and try to maintain our cool till we figure out our way!



Raise your hands if this has happened to you- no one knows who the class teacher is and everybody is nervous and jumpy as it is. So you have managed to reach your class, you wait outside the door, you fidget with your clothes, take a reassuring breath and march into the classroom, hoping to see some known faces. But the minute you are inside those four walls, all the students who are already seated mistake you to be the teacher for a couple of seconds and stare at you as they get tensed up. Getting uncomfortable due to their overwhelming stare and the awkwardness of ‘Everybody is looking at me’, you forget about finding a good seat and instead touch down on the first empty spot that you can lay your eyes on!



Now that you are seated in class, you notice that some people have already formed their groups or are with their school friends and see them blabbering away. So you start making small talk to the ones seated nearest to you, selecting the ones that you think could make good friends and cunningly avoiding those who annoy you. This goes on until the first teacher, mostly your class teacher, enters the classroom. One by one different professors introduce themselves to you and you go on making a mental note of the ones you like, the ones that scare the (pick your word) out of you, the ones that are dull, the ones who manage to make you laugh and so on…the first day is almost a snap judgment day! (P.S. your opinions go on changing throughout the year!)



Then comes the break time which unleashes a whole new set of questions for you! ‘Should I open my dabba and eat in class, or would that look really uncool? Should I just take a trip to the canteen and find out what all it has to offer? But who do I go with? What if there is too much of a crowd in the canteen and I don’t make it back in time for my next lecture? I don’t want to be bunking my lectures on the first day! Oh dear, the people I just met want to go to the canteen of another college on the very first day!! I really don’t want to go, but if I deny, I will have lost friends before I have even made any. Forget it, I lost my appetite. Now where is the washroom? Better go answer natures call beforehand as I don’t want to ask for permission to use the restroom in the middle of any lecture; that would be embarrassing… Oh snap, the breaks over! Sigh.’



You had expected the first day to be as smooth as a baby’s butt. You were excited at the thought of finding new friends but you just managed to get a few acquaintances! You start questioning if you chose the right college for yourself. You even wonder if it’s too late to run for it and get admission into another one. You come home with a heavy heart and worry that you are going to have to hit repeat every day. (Trust me, it gets better than you could have ever expected when you find your perfect gang of friends!)



Whether the first day was a piece of cake for you or a challenge in itself, it would be a day you would remember at the end of twelfth and think to yourself, “Junior college was such an amazing phase of my life, I would gladly go back to that difficult first day, just to live it all again!”


Well that’s how it went for me! But to those of you who had a fantastic first day, kudos! You did well kid.