Accidental Writers.

Twisted time has brought me near another twist, where I feel that sand is slipping through my hands, and now I should write my will, and inherit you my belongings. Don't have much in store, but few memories sweet and sour, they are to be passed on, to be kept alive, so I pass them to you. I inherit you some questions raised, and few dreams chased, till the midway point, but then left alone as my feet started to bleed. I leave you some ignored choices and vague voices, failed to make an impact, failed to keep the pact, with the destiny, and the faded fortune. I also inherit you some broken promises, which I couldn't keep, cause I had to survive the crashing calamity, but the calculations I made, couldn't add happiness to my kitty. So, I, the mighty mind, inherit all these things to you, my counterpart, the small, fragile heart, as mind can't solve a few problems, and a heart is the only solution. You don't have any intelligence, and you use the weirdest of lo...

I came across the above question on Quora, and couldn't stop myself from answering it. I am reproducing that answer here: I would miss a simple thing which I always ignored,  the life. My little, precious life. Its been 22 years now, and I have done so many things with it. I played with it, twisted it, looked at it with stern eyes like it's my biggest nemesis, cursed it for being so tough on me, cried on it, tossed and turned it like a piece of paper, tried to burn it with my very own hands and almost gave it up by having a brief affair with its counterpart, the death. Just one thing is remaining, I didn't ' live'  it properly (and I bet, you also didn't). I failed to do so. In the darkness of big problems, I couldn't see emeralds and rubies of small joys. In the cries of pain and sorrow, I couldn't see smiles of happiness. I always missed small moments while running behind those big dreams. Yes, I failed to live my life like I should have. ...

I feel that I have wasted my life. Yes, I do. I couldn't get appear for IIT-JEE. I couldn't score well in MHT-CET. I couldn't get any top engineering college. And I didn't do any wonders in engineering as well (man, if only I could go back). I let go of several opportunities. I couldn't get any patent for several good projects. I couldn't convert great internship into a PPO. I couldn't start my own company (and I tried a lot for this, but failed every time). Couldn't even lose my weight (and that is so embarrassing). And this is not all. I failed to convert interviews of some of the really great companies. I failed to crack CAT 2015. Couldn't convert IIM A in 2016. And the list goes on and on and on...... I have a thousand failures and a million regrets. But, who hasn't? Thanks to those several B-school interviews, I got an opportunity to interact with the some of the brilliant students of this country. And got to know their stories. A...

It was not my fault. Or maybe, it was completely my fault. The day wasn't much pleasant, but it wasn't going bad as well.  I had met the co-author of this blog that day, and he really inspired me.  I had an easy WAT topic, and I believe I had created a good piece of essay. And I had almost had a good interview. But..... Yes, I couldn't control myself. I just couldn't. I realised it a long after I walked out of the room. Rather, I realised it when I didn't get an admission in IIM L. If only................... Yes, if only I had not said that (sigh!). So, let me do a flashback, and let's revisit that day again: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "May I come in, Sir?" I asked politely. I wasn't much nervous. It was my 6th interview, and I was used to interviewers-asking-me-awkward-questions-and-making-fun-of-me. Rather, I wasn't thinking about ...

The arrogant sea was in a rage. He had allowed his waves to go wild. They were smashing the shore hard. The beach was shaking with fear. The coral rocks were being crumbled into pieces. Any boat that entered the sea would only return to the beach in pieces. Small pieces. With broken wills. Indeed, the sea was in a rage and the waves were on fire. None of the ships could stand in front of that dance of destruction. Big sailors decided to pull their bigger boats inside the safety of dock. There wasn’t even a single ship in the sea. The sea has marked his territory. Every floating object was either forced to return to the dock or had been smashed to the rocks. The arrogant sea has cleared every object from its waters. Now there were only waves, mocking all the sailors, who stood on the dock, with their hands held high and heart sliding down. The sea was smiling. He enjoyed the fear on the faces of those sailors. And all the sailors were watching this rage of the sea with a sea in ...