In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Phobia, Shmobia.”
There’s this fear that is rampant among the youth in India, and I was not spared of it. Every time I was given a choice to do something, I would always, always, wait to see what the majority of the people would do, and then do that.
I had a perpetual fear of being unconventional.
There were a couple of reasons to it. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.”
The Golden Age definitely is the age of an adolescent (maybe because I’ve just come out of that age).
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Delayed Contact.”
There aren’t many people with whom you are NEVER bored. That’s right, never. My brother is that person for me. And these past 16 years would have been really dull for me had he not been there… Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bedtime Stories.”
My favourite book as a child was Tintin. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Game of Groans.”
Imagine a forest. An absolutely huge forest. You are standing somewhere in the middle of it, and are bamboozled by how to navigate and go to the other end. Imagine how awesome it would be, if the trees in the forest could tell you which is the best to take to get to through?
If you think so, you should definitely move to India. The forest here is our life, and the trees are the people in our life. Every kid in the country will get inputs from every single tree in the forest on what’s the best way to navigate life! We don’t have to do anything, these trees roll out a red carpet for us!
It doesn’t matter that it may not be the path that we want. It doesn’t matter if the path is completely unsuitable for us. If the trees of the forest itself are telling you, you better take it. Take that path and sail through the forest! Amazing, no?
“This is the path you should take, child!”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fourth Wall.”
Harry Potter! The one franchise that I’ve followed like Indians follow cricket.
If I could be in the Harry Potter story, I want to be Lord Voldermort’s son.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).”
It is ironic that today’s prompt is about dreams.
A dream is not something you get when you sleep. It is the thing that doesn’t let you sleep.
-Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam.
Today at around 7 pm IST, this great past President of India, Dr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam passed away. He is probably the one person in the country who managed to break all the religious mumbo jumbo that’s plagued our society and reach out to every Indian.
So in his memory, I’m going to share a dream of mine that has not let me sleep. In fact, I think of this dream almost every night in bed. Every time it pushes its way into my consciousness, I’m filled with energy and hope.
I want to travel (clichéd? maybe). But this isn’t just the backpack travel. I want my life to be on the road, and the road to this life, this dream, is the road of professional speaking. It is by far the way to change the world and make a difference that appeals to me the most. I am fascinated by every professional speaker I come across, and I really think this is THE way in which I can leave a mark on the world- “Saurab Babu lived during this time. This is what he did. This is what he said.”
Changing the world is what Kalam did. He has left a huge void. I hope that inspired by this man, inspired by his dream, I can change the world through my dream as well. I don’t know if I can reach the level this man did, but I’m sure as hell going to try.
Mr. Kalam, you were an amazing person. R.I.P