Accidental Writers.

If you put me and my elder brother in a single room, you can only have one result: chaos! Since the inception of my little life on this earth, my brother has given me a such a hard time (btw, the converse is also true). In my early childhood, when I was unable to defend myself, my brother would keep pulling my chubby chicks all the time. When I managed to stand on my feet (well, literally, the other ‘standing’ is still a lot far away), he would deliberately put my toys far away from me and make me walk all the way towards them. When I started going to school (and unfortunately, we went to the same school), he would drop in my class in the recess time (in the name of keeping a watch on me) and call me by terrible names (his favourite being ‘bibi’), and embarrass me in front of the whole class. And in my high school, when I would ask him to knot a tie for me, he would make such a great job that I would nearly die of suffocation. But I also accept that I have not been a saint! He

I never believed in the god, And everybody called me an Atheist. They said, believe in the "divine", It will change your life, But they never said, how? Will I get supernatural strength Or will I be able to breathe the purest of O2? (Oh man, that I really need to) Perhaps, my life will be a less messed up (and it should be) But then, those " hard staunch god supporters" don't enjoy privileged lives, A few have worse than mine. They say, "Have some faith in the Supreme", But I already have faith, Faith in my values, which has helped me propel my ship through the storms, Faith in the power of my mind, and my arms too (I need to hit the gym though)… Faith in the wonders of nature, Faith in the blunders too. And I'd always support the lack of faith, Instead of a misplaced one. They say "the blind faith in god drives the world", Oh, but I beg to differ, I think the driver has always been th

Mumbai is hot (literally). And it feels even hotter when you are wearing a suit. Wear a tie if you want to add a pinch of suffocation. If you will add the tremendous amount of sweat and the humongous pressure of an IIM Lucknow interview, then I guess you'll get a recipe to make a perfectly roasted Abhishek. And this roasted Abhishek was having a really terrible time that day. He had failed to catch the bus he was supposed to. He had somehow managed to reach Andheri in time, just to find that he had forgotten to charge his phone in the night and now was unable to book an Uber or Ola (or even to call his mum, and he knew that he has to face the consequences of such a 'terrible crime' later, once he would return to Pune). He got robbed by a rickshaw driver, who charged him 100 bucks to go to the hotel, which was hardly a km away from the place at which he had made a mistake of getting into that rickshaw without asking the fare. And after reaching the centre, he had rea

Life is a story, waiting to be written. And, it is your story! I have a very strange habit. I like to talk with strangers and learn about their lives. Wherever I go, I manage to find some stranger, who is either happy or sad, but definitely willing to talk and share his/her story with me. And through this long (yet very short) life of 23 years, I have met several such people and heard their interesting stories. I have met an old person on a train and heard his entrepreneurial adventure. I have met a person in a waiting room and heard a courageous story of a nervous breakdown and a fight against it. I have cried when a boy told me that he lost both his legs in an attempt to save his younger sister but still, couldn’t do it. And I have laughed when a happy couple sitting next to me on an airport, narrated the pranks of their two years old daughter, while the culprit was busy in playing with my beard. And I have heard hundreds of such stories. And I have smiled, laughe

“What are you studying, beta ?” I hate when people disturb me. I hate it the most when I am reading or studying. So, with a dash of anger, I looked at the old person sitting next to me, in that second class coach of that train, which I had boarded from Mumbai and would take me to Ahmadabad. After a failed attempt to crack CAT 2015, a couple of failed attempts to start my own company and 3 months of intense preparation (or maybe, just preparation), I had managed to (somehow) get an interview call from IIM A (nothing to be happy about, I screwed it up big time). I was happy as hell; But there was a problem: my interview was scheduled at IIM A campus, that too on the very first day of the interview season and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I had decided that I would prepare for my 8 hour train journey to Ahmedabad and crack the interview (well, I couldn’t do the both) and I had started reading my notes, then as I said before, the old person sitting next to me asked me the above que