Author: Richa Koparday

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Let’s swim?

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“Write, I dare you,” roared the grim monster who had imprisoned me, popularly known as ‘The Writer’s Block’. It filled me with fright. So much, that the mere thought of combat did not occur to my brittle mind. In that misery, I came across the following:

Don’t stop. Don’t wait until you have reached your goal.

My words. My words. My words.

*repeats thrice for the emphasis*

Each of those words gave me a piercing glare. That moment made me truly realise that ‘it’s not about saying the right things, it’s about doing the right things’.

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Veni, vidi, vici.

Shopping in Milan, scuba-diving in Croatia and most importantly — a bachelorette party! Aren’t these crazy, wild and giggly nights responsible for some of our best memories and for making the journey of Ms. to Mrs. thrilling? One day, I want to honestly say, ‘I made it’, and for those three tiny words, I had been working relentlessly for a multiple-entry Schengen visa.

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I Am Not Well

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There is no good morning,

There is no hello.

There’s no smile,

There’s nothing good.

For, I’m not well.

I’m not well because,

I’m not ‘feeling’ well.

This feeling in sleep I forget,

This feeling in entertainment I sidestep,

Fact is, I’m not well.

No thought, no attitude, no philosophy

Lessens my misery.

My world is washroom,

Kitchen and bedroom.

Because, I am not well.

To smile is painful,

To talk is difficult.

To work is punishment,

To die is bliss.

Friend, I’m not well.

– Guest

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Return Never

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I got up quietly.

I thought she will pull my hand,

Make me sit instantly.

Ahead, I moved.

Waiting for her hand on my shoulder .

To stop me as she could.

I walked,

Hoping to hear “Don’t leave.”

And my path blocked.

No tear, no uproar, no shiver

None to implore.

I walked away to return never.

– Guest

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Why cry?

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In the darkness of the theater,

Should I hold back my tears?

Route them through nostrils

And choke the sobs others hear?

In the darkness of the theater,

Gush out my tears

Coming from tales of pains,

Hidden in the past I couldn’t bear?

– Guest

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Just Do It

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I hate it how you’re born out of nowhere, forced to go to school

And get an education so that you can get a job.

What if I wanted to be a duck!?

Okay, not exactly that but you sometimes must have had or will have a similar thought. The pointlessness of everything, you know? Or you must be going right now, ‘Oh yeah! Absolutely!’ Hey that can happen, but we are not ducks.

What comes after is something I wish was told to me earlier and you will too. But, better late than never, right? So, here it is: ‘Life’s not fair. We get no say in the world we are born into. We don’t decide our names or religion, not where we come from. We don’t decide if we have a place we can call home. Our families might have to leave the country. Yeah, it’s messed up. We don’t decide how the world judges a person like us.’

Ew! Nobody wishes to live with so much negativity. So, are we trapped? I have been puzzling myself for a couple of decades and… eureka! We can escape this madness. Not by carelessly quacking away. We are human beings and we will rise. We don’t decide how our story begins. But, we do get to decide how it ends. There is one thing you cannot give or take from someone. It is the fire – the fire in your belly. All you need to do is ignite, which is the beginning of anything you want. That little spark may burst into a fire that lies deep within you and suddenly everything is possible.

Don’t stop. Don’t wait until you have reached your goal and proudly take steps towards it. Your goal might seem to be like soup right now and you might be a fork. But you didn’t come this far for nothing, did you? On one hand, sleeping without setting the alarm clock does mean happiness but on the other, it also means sleeping without having a purpose. And you’ll agree that none of us want to wake up as ‘mediocre’. So, set a goal. A goal that makes you jump out the bed every morning. A goal that is so meaningful that it creates a drive inside you. A drive to become better and stronger.

And one day she discovered that she was fierce,

And strong and full of fire,

And that not even she could hold herself back,

Because her passion burned brighter than her fears.

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Get up, dress up and show up

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Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.

“Hello”

“Excuse me”

“Where are you?”

These ordinary words with Pawn-like importance were suddenly being treated like the Queen in my board of Life.

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SMOKING KILLS. WE KNOW.

Sometimes, you need to shut your eyes and pray.

I planned a much-needed escape from this world’s madness that I was going through. It wasn’t an exotic holiday or crazy shopping. You might have guessed it. I planned a movie with my best friend. I walked in the cinema hall with simple anticipation. We expected the regime: settling comfortably in seats, lights dimming leisurely, ads playing routinely, standing robustly for our national anthem followed by something all of us eagerly waited for – the movie.

But long gone are the days when you could walk into a movie hall and watch a film from start to finish in peace. The theatre had its own plans.

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LATE

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Creative without strategy is called art.

Creative with strategy is called advertising.

– Prof. Jef I. Richards

I was late.

Way late.

I was having a ping pong match with my mind since one week. My mind constantly trounced in disapproval, “Friday to Monday? Nu-uh, not done.”

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Brains, beauty and badass determination

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Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

– J. K. Rowling

I believe everything that occurs (good and bad) teaches and prepares us for the next stage of life. Join the dots, you will realise nothing is wasted (Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address). We cannot rewind (I wished that multiple times post my accident: I & II), but we can turn the page. Be careful to not slam the book though, it is not the end. Like me, if life is bringing you the darkest nights, dawn will certainly greet those thirsty eyes.