Success.

What makes Great People? The fact that they are different.

Was Shakespeare born with the plot of Romeo and Juliet? No.

Was E=mc^2 the first words that Albert Einstein said? No.

Did the Beatles make their first hit when they were a part of their school music groups? No.

What is common in all of these people is that they worked really hard and they were different. They were not born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or with their respective talents or with the garnered fame. They made it.

They were all common people like you and me. They had the same eyes and brains and hands as you and me. The only difference was that they worked hard, they did not listen to what others had to say. They knew what and how they had to do. And the did it. 

Not that they did it in a day, but it must have taken a lot of curses, days, restless hours of perseverance and exhausting dedication and hard work to do it. But guess what, they did it. And you clearly see where and what they are now.

Success is not a subordinate result of one day of schedule-making, one hour of hard work, or a week of dedication. Whoever thinks that success comes easy, is really not successful. Real success lies in satisfaction and happiness too.

Success is not a one direction process, it takes perseverance, dedication, hard-work, time, mettle, knowledge, goal-orientation, sacrifices and the desire to succeed to actually get to the goal. Right from short-term processes like getting an A-Grade in the Math test to long-term achievements like making your won successful music albums, all these factors play a vital role.

So, if you're planning to do something. Sit and Think, on whether you really want to do it. If you work hard trust me mate, you can make it. Nobody is born great, we all are born the same. It's the way we decide to live that makes all the difference. It's the way we make decisions that makes the difference. It's the way we work that makes all the difference.

Success never comes easy, But it sure comes. And moreover success is not defined by what other people think of you, it is a what YOU Want. It is when you're happy with what you do. It is when you think you have had it all. 

So this 2015, be goal-oriented and be successful. There are many people in the world, who are wasting their lives on useless things, on things that do nothing but ruin them. If you wanna be successful, stand out. 

Do it. 

Work it. 

Make it. 

Win it.

-DaYumfooDie.

Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Thank You

As The year is ending, 2014 has been quite a happening one. The major fact being me changing my school. As a newbie I was expecting a lot of turmoil in my life. The same ragging, bullying and teasing that I was suspected to since the beginning of time. The same days of hurt and agony that I had suffered as a victim of bullying. But to my relief, It didn't happen. Instead I was transformed as an individual, for the better of course.
First, I thank My god. The My Teachers and My Parents, who have raised me to a person who can face the world. Who can be appreciated for whatever she does.
There are many best friends who I'd like to thank for this, The foremost being Liya Kurian and Binnu Ponugoti. They were the first friends I had. The reason why I wished to come to school, in the midst of 999 reasons I didn't want to. They gave me an assurance that I am good the way I am, something that I genuinely need to be taught every day for me to be functional. Then I would thank Anupama CA, Smitha G Kutty and Shaleen Srivastava. They became my friends a while later, but they are and always will be an immense amount of support. These 5 people have been there in each and every step I took. Right from me starting my blog, to me telling my Crush that I like him, they have always held my back from me being a laughing stock to others.
Then I would thank my friends, Ayushi Joshi, Monica Lugun, Riddhima Singh, Meghana Ratnakaran, Utkarsh Bharati, Marvin Savio, Divya Bathla, Pranay Sawhney, Gauri Sinha, John Madathil, Ashley George, Anamika Verma, Jayati, Surily Sahay among many others for being there. Although many of you don't talk to me anymore (By many I don't mean many though) I always always am there for you. Even when you're in the darkest of times, please remember there is this moronic Individual named Shweta Murthy who is immensely in awe of you and is Thankful to you to every bit of her life. You all are like legitimately the first people who I'd send my wedding invitation to (If I ever find a Groom that is, or rather if anyone finds me good).
I have had incidents in my life. Right from losing the prefectorial elections to being rejected by the person I like, where I though I am not worth it. But you people have always proved me wrong. You people have always told me that I will make it to the finish line. That I will do it. And I did, I still ain't the most successful and happiest individual in this universe but I know I am something. All Because of You. Thank You Guys. If any day, my death brings profit and happiness to any one of you, I'd gladly do that, and I mean it.

You people are my life. Literally. All my life I have been told by many that I am worthless, that I can't do anything.   But you've always proved them wrong. You have helped me fight and be the warrior I am today. And I'd gladly fight any day for you.
Any Day.

Thank You.

-DayumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

P.S- Shadlians, if you're reading this. I am sorry your names aren't there. I wanted to talk about my MCS Life, hence you aren't there. I am Sorry. You have the Thank You video Hence.

P.P.S - Those who don't have there names here. Sorry Again. I love you too. Thanks a Lot.

P.P.P.S- And yes, this ain't the regular post I make. Just a big Thank You to all those because of whom this year has been possible and a success.

Curiosity

The day before, I was talking to one of the old aunties who come to my church. She came over to our home, to have lunch and tell my mom about the small yet interesting discrepancies of her life. As we had our lunch, she told tales of her deceased husband and how her hair was thick and long when she got married. After the Lunch, me and Mom started clearing up the dining table, as the aunt sat and read the Malayalam newspaper, munching on some mouth freshener my Mom keeps on the dining table, just for the sake of it.

Aunty was intrigued by this one news that stated about some satellites. I was thinking that she would start ranting on how the world and its technology. Instead she asked me what is the speed of the earth, and what is the speed of moon and The correlation between Gravity and how does the satellite not collide back to the earth. I was amused, I surely was.

The same happened with one of my aunts. She went to the Taj Mahal and when she came back, all she wanted to say was that how the Taj was all dirty and lost its glamour and how it didn't look like how it does in photographs. On the other hand, when I went there with one of my younger cousins. All he asked me were all questions. Ranging from what was the love story of Akbar and Mumtaz and where was the marble imported from. 

This fueled my thought process.As we grow up and strive into the frame and definition of the world. We forget to live our lives, we forget to learn more, absorb more from the infinitely huge expanse of knowledge of this world.
As we grow up, we do know the 12 months and their names, but we never bother to know why they are called so. People may say that it's a wastage of time knowing all of this random stuff. But Hey, researching about why Solange hit Jay-Z and the current relationship status of Zac Efron and Zayn Malik is pretty avoidable too.

As we grow up, we wanna learn about things that don't even matter, and aggravate curiosity about things that might not even be useful. We lose the positive curiosity that we actually need to have. And no wonder, slowly and steadily we think that the world's a small place. It isn't. IT IS NOT.

So, Hey. Do not fret. All you got to do is, the next time you get the newspaper, instead of moving over to Page 3, pick up the headlines and just read the Page 1. You shall be amazed at what all you didn't know. Trust e, I tried.

And this small step will help you to water that dormant bud of Curiosity and never let it die. ust make the right choice.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Manly Men

IT's Been a Really Long time since I posted. Well, there were many reasons, the foremost being my crappy Internet connection. So, Since I am back and My, My it's International Men's Day today. Please Give me the Liberty to right for the wonderful men I know, and I believe are out there who are constantly counted the same as the same as all the other baddies out there. (Guys, Yes I am looking at you)


As far as I know, Men have never been under the shroud of dis-empowerment at all. If I want to talk about good men, there are many, Right from Martin Luther King to APJ Abdul Kalam or My Dad. But what makes a good man?

It's not when you have an amazing beard like The Gandalf, or a haircut that looks like MS Dhoni's, or Six-Packs like Sonu Sood, or a sense of Humor like Dr. Sheldon Cooper, an amazing voice like Bruno Mars, an intelligent math-working brain like Sarthak Aggarwal's, High IQ like Albert Einstein's, acting prowess like Leonardo DiCaprio's or a flirtatious my-pick-up-line-always-work attitude like Johnny Bravo's.

Then what makes you the man? It's when you be yourself. It's when you don't go overboard with impressing everyone. It's when you don't go copying everyone and everything blindly just because everyone is doing it. It's when you make ideals and pseudo-bases for yourself. It's when you are incomparable. It's when you be just... you.

But then you know, It's not only being yourself. People who are high-headed and obnoxious also generally be themselves. You also need to realize that chivalry ain't dead and that nice guys don't finish last. You just be yourself with a bit of goodness right on top of it.

You are an amazingly tasty dessert boys, trust me, each one of you.
 Beard, Stubble, Mustache or Clean Shaven.
Army Cut, Buzz cut or the Same old Summer Cut.
Button-Down, Polo or Turtlenecks.
Reebok, Nike or Adidas.
Chubby, Muscular or Skinny.
All of You are good. All of you are Great.


You think that it's unfair that you're always the butt of all problems? I agree, it might not be your fault but then there are these inappropriate elements of your clan who ruin the whole sport. So You know what to do. Go and spread your goodness around and somewhere right around the corner, the women only metro compartment will be closed, 'cause all Men will be Awesome.

Till Then, Go Go Boys. Go be Men.

-DaYumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Decoding Relationships Part 3

To all my friends.

Here is to friendship.

1.)  Friends- Every organism on this earth, not even humans, but every organism on this earth has a friend. I do not know what the purpose of having a friend is but all I know is that they lubricate your way through this rusted pipe of life. All the fun, happy moments you would have ever had in your life would have somehow been a birth child of your friends’ antics. Someday if you sit and remember all the crazy moronic activities you and your friends I am cent percent sure that a spring-flowers smile will break out on your face. You know what the condition of good friendship is? Well, if you yourself are a good friend to someone you are sure to get these fun-loving, smart, honest, reliable, trustworthy, 3-am friends. There are many perks of this relationship though. Because once bound, there are many chances of each friendship breaking. There can be many trivial reasons for it. Thus unlike the previous two relations where the individuals were bound by blood, this relation is solely based on your dedication and emotions. Sometimes it becomes really tedious to handle friendships because of our humane drawbacks taking over us. Feelings of jealousy, possessiveness, lying, and sometimes new opportunities somehow make us drift away from friendships. Thus, it is really necessary to have an elephant amount of love, self-will and will-prowess as petrol to the friendship ki gaddi.

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

Decoding Relationships Part 2

Now my take on relationships with Daddies.

          These are one of the most weirdly easy yet most difficult relationships. The point is that you never get to the end or the fullness with a dad, because apparently they have new surprises daily. Even dad-kid relations are do or die situations. Either you and your dad are Rama and Lakshmana or you end up being Ram and Ravana. But the worst part of this relationship is that dads are not that expressive when it comes to feelings. Due to this, you never know what’s going on in that hi-tech, cobwebbed brain of theirs. Probably, if you get a bad score on that junk math test, your mom would scream and create a tornado in the house whilst your dad would be something like, ‘Oh, do well next time.’ And this is when your dads become cool cats. But let me come to the bad part. You must be getting married and your dad is gonna be like, ‘Well, All the best. Be good.’ And he would go outside to negotiate with the caterers. Yes, this happens. The key to this relation is building each other’s trust. The mother of even a bad guy would treat him as a prince of her heart but dads are usually the ones with good and high-level expectations from you. As much as they give you the freedom to do whatever you want and even work hard to pay out your bills, they expect you to be something useful. They want you to be an able, realistic and practical person who can stand on their feet even after he has to leave someday. So, do good works. Make your dad happy. Because a dad finds more happiness in an A+ in your final report card rather than a whisky bottle.

Go make your Daddy proud Son.

-- DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns. Love.

Decoding Relationships Part 1

Since people need a ‘How-To manual’ in almost everything they do in life. Me, the foodie thought of doing a similar thing. This is not a guide to any process of stitching, or cooking an exquisite Italian dish or writing an article. It’s all about the perks, dos and don’ts and pros and cons of basically five types of relationships in this world, as mentioned above. It isn't possible to perfect any relation; every relation has its own shortcomings whatsoever to make itself unique in its own way. But one must know a good skeleton that takes to make a good body. Let’s Go!

1.)  Mother-Child

This is one of the most pious relations in this world. Any relation between a mother and kid sure has its dose of fights, weird looks and all of that. In fact I just thought that why not give my own life examples to prove to you all my points. I and my mom fight a lot, like a lot, over petty matters. Trust me when I am saying this, when I write my articles, Mom either types unnecessary letters into the passage like a baby or backspaces half of the things I’ve written. All this surely makes me fight her. But trust me when she leaves home to go on a 10-day vacation I either cry or miss her terribly. This relationship has its perks too. Mom-kid relationships are always ‘do or die’ situations. Either you and your mom gel too well, or it’s a proper situation of hell. And the goodie good point of this relationship is that there is no give and take of materialistic things or a dire need to express hearts vocally, it’s all about love and respect. The best way to give a support to this relation is communication, the more you talk to your ma and tell her everything, the more she’ll trust you and the less you’ll find her conservative. Let me take a very filmi line ‘After all your mother has carried you for nine months and bred you up.’ Yes, this is true. You are her blood. (Stepmothers also included because they sacrifice their lives to take care of another person’s children as her own which is very appreciable.) Sometimes moms shed their frustration on you. It hardly matters; maybe the mistake was at your part maybe not. But then as I always say, forgive. She is your ma, cut her some slack. On mother’s day don’t just limit your love to Facebook DP or status, or a whatsapp status. Go and tell your mother how special she is and if you are extra masculine and proud or shy (like me :P), just write it on to a piece of paper and give it to her, because these small things make her life big and matter-ful.

Many more relationships to go! Stay tuned.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Raunbows. Unicorns. Love.

Positivity

Positivity

I am so sorry for being so very late with my posts. Days have been lately too busy for me, when 24 hours per day seemed too less. But since, I have a bit of time up my sleeve now; let’s do a light hearted rant here.

So, there have been times when all I needed was a small positive jiggle to lighten up my moment and gear me up to work. Being almost confined to my room, I usually log in to Facebook or Ask.fm to talk to my friends or stifle giggles seeing memes on random pages. But what actually happens is the opposite. I never get my friends online, but I see these random people on the internet calling each other names, I see hate comments on pictures, I see these sarcastic comments from unnecessary people on somewhat sensible posts. And then I think, why can’t people mind their own business? Or rather why can’t people just be a tad bit positive?

I’ve always been told that being good takes a lot of efforts. It’s much difficult to resist all shortcuts and wrongs to be the right person. And to become a bad person? All it takes is just ONE bad deed, and no way on earth you can be the previously good person again. That is what goes on to become your ‘flaw’. Now everyone has their own ‘flaws’. No man on this earth has ever been or will be perfect. So that doesn’t leave anyone of us with the right to point a finger or a bad gesture at someone else when four fingers are already pointing at us, ourselves.

My mom always says that when people do bad deeds, they release a negative aura and when people do good deeds, they tend to release a positive aura, almost pious to be honest.

So whenever you raise your hands towards the keyboard to type a ‘Funny’ ‘Witty’ or ‘Sarcastic’ comment for no particular reason and just to take a bit of revenge. Please stop. All you are doing is just releasing negativity into the air. The air already has CFCs and Carbon Monoxide to heat and pollute things up, do not add another pollutant to the air. 

What we call hate is nothing but a negative aura by somewhat disorganized people. Hate is a big word. No one hates anyone. What you feel might just be displeasure. So instead of spreading hate, why don’t just ignore? (Refer to my previous post “Ignore”)

Oh, and Instead of being negative, Why don’t just be… Positive?

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Reasons.

One of my friend drinks. Like a Lot. He can almost be called as a drunkard. Well, whenever people come to know that he drinks, they start with their usual monotonous lectures ‘You shouldn’t drink.’ ‘You’ll die someday.’ ‘Alcohol is not the answer to every question.’ ‘Think of your parents.’ ‘Think of your friends.’ ‘How will your parents react when they know about this?’ ‘I won’t talk to you until you stop drinking.’ Well these are the rants that we expect on a normal criterion. And I am not trying to justify the fact that he’s drinking. Well, I totally oppose the idea of drinking. I am against the concept of alcohol and drugs and highly restrain it. But my question is, You rant at that person, scold him, beat him, blackmail him and leave him hurt. Do you ever sit and ask him the reason why is he doing it? It is very easy to hurt that person, But do you know that every wrong has a reason behind it. A reason you never bother to ask. A reason when it is known by you can be easily provided. A reason that may be hurting that person inside and dismantling him minute.By.Minute. A reason you should need to know before bashing that person.

Nobody is born doing wrong things, Nobody comes out of the womb with a pack of cocaine or the strategy plan to bomb any country. We all come out as new individuals and what we choose to do throughout our life is what we become. Now, life is never a bed of roses. There will be problems. Rather, loads of them. When people go through problems they develop their own defence mechanism to fight their problem. They don’t care about what is good and what is not. They just need to breathe in their own sea. And these wrong activities, as much wrong as they are, are perfectly alluring and be the best diving masks in these seas.

The person you right now scolded for drinking, drinks probably because his college ‘older’ friends force him to do so. The person you bashed for being quiet and reserved doesn’t talk probably because he’s being bullied. You scolded your mom for not putting salt in your Sāmbhar but maybe that’s because something happened to one of her friends and she is disturbed. You scolded your elder sister for not making the chart properly when she is working since four in the morning and she hasn’t got an ounce of sleep. You scold your younger brother for being absent-minded while he’s studying, but you don’t know that he’s getting bullied in school and is thus very disturbed.

It isn’t easy to understand everyone in every situation. Sometimes in a fit of anger, envy, regret and hopelessness we do scold people without looking at the back and front of the people. But if someone does that to you, would that be pleasant. Would that be OK with you? No right?

So start respecting others. Start finding reasons for their problems. And instead of being the Medusa in their life, why don’t be the Hercules and help pick their problems up and make them a better person.

Every Bad has a reason, Every evil has its root. Every tongues has its bad. Every wrong develops a shoot. So Let’s be the gardener, who cuts off these weeds. Who stops being the trespasser and become the farmer sowing good seeds.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

No Confusion, Great Life Notion

Many a times in life, we have a lot of confusions ranging from flavor of your ice cream to saying ‘Yes’ to a relationship proposal. I am not only talking about the teenagers but it also accounts for toddlers and adults as well. There are times when your brain is so tangled that you instantaneously get angry and take out your so called anger on others just because your decision making abilities do not co-operate with you. So, let’s help each other today. Let us see what the solution to this turbulence is.

Now to get clear steer of the confusion you are in, you need to give time to yourself to think and act upon the situation. Sit and de-clutter your brain and think how much deep in the mud are you. Think how you fell into the mud, and then think of the possible ways to get out of it. Stop struggling within the mud. The more you wiggle, the deeper you’ll sink into the mess. Just take a stationary hold of yourself and then think of ideas to rise higher.

Now the problem being analyzed, think of solutions to it. Let’s say you have a crush on someone and you can’t bring yourself to draw a borderline to the feelings you have for that person and you overthink about that situation. Now since you have analyzed the problem and taught yourself that it is *just* a crush or else you taught yourself that it is actually Love, you can easily move forward. Now implementing a solution isn’t an easy task bud.

To get rid of the solution you sure have to keep a foot forward and put your stand in front and then work your way to the hilt of it. Be brutally honest, if you know you’re wrong admit it and if you are not then admit it as well. There is only black or white, no grey in between. Secondly, take decisions that have a strong base and can be implemented and performed well in the long run. Instead of making short decisions that terminate within days or hours, make decisions that last until the problem is over. And lastly, think whether your outburst during the confusion or your decision affects someone or not. If you think it damages someone please alter your decision.

These are not the only things you need to keep in mind but there are a gazillion other things that need to be kept in mind whenever taking a decision. Because once you have a fool-proof plan of what you are doing things are easier. And better.

P.S.- This is just my thought and viewpoint. Any criticism is openly welcomed. This is not funny or like the regular posts I make. But this is something I wanted to share since quite a time. Thanks.
P.P.S- I was sleepy when I wrote this, forget and forgive the typos and errors.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Children

Children

You were one, I was too.

Girls wearing pink, boys wearing blue.

Crying because, duh no chocolate.

No idea about what the time is or even the date.

Smiled a true smile every time,

Trying everything till the last dime.

Did not know how to lie,

Did not know how to make remarks so sly.

Where the friends we had were always true,

Where we took rest only when we had flu.

When going out was so much fun

And passing time was playing under the sun.

Where we didn't have to face harsh truths,

Where shopping was buying milk at the milk booth.

Now, I sit and think all day

Why did I grow up, becoming from grass to hay.

P.S.- Sorry to be so Late, was caught up with hell lots of work. Now that I'm back, it's all glitters and unicorns :D

DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky Love Story

LAST PART :)

After five years. Present Day. (They both are 23 now.)

This love was creating havocs in my daily routine. Her soft brown skin would touch me whenever she shook hands or if I am lucky, hugged me and that would send me into crazy thoughts. Her tinkling laughter was my anti-stress medicine. She had become my habit and my craziness, and I knew this was a habit I could not get rid of.  I knew it was high time I tell her. It was quite late rather. Moreover my feelings were erupting at midnight. So I did what love-sick guys do. I climbed the wall to her room at midnight, right when her parents were sleeping in the room next to hers.

Khushi: What the hell are you doing her, Kush? Someone will enter. Oh My God! Are you crazy? Get. Out. Right. Now.

Me: I want to tell you something.

Khushi: Can’t it wait till tomorrow. Its midnight an…

Me: I love you.

Khushi: and someone… What?!? Come Again.

Me: I love you. You are the most beautiful girl I’ll ever meet. You are the only person with whom I talk to. I can’t go a day without talking to you. You’re my habit and I want to wake besides you every day and see your bright face before the sun. I love you.

Khushi: …

Me: Khushi, say something damn it! I am sorry. I am really sorry. I thought you loved me back too…’

Khushi: It’s not even been a minute since you confessed your love and you’re withdrawing back? Hell, I am a stupid to love you.

Me: …what?

KhushI: I love you too stupid. I thought you would never confess it.

Me: Won’t I get a love you too kiss? Come on you can do better.

Khushi: You Pervert. Go, I hate you.

Me: And I love you too my feisty lioness.” I said pulling her into a hug.

And then we embraced each other finding our halves, feeling complete. Maybe I look like salt and she like pepper. But as the world knows, salt and pepper can’t be separated. And so, this saga of salt, pepper and Jalebis continues, maybe beyond eternity. Who knows?

And this was how a ‘Hi’ made Kush find his Khushi.

Salt and Pepper-The quirky Love Story.

Part 2

After the no-friend talk, we didn’t meet for a week. I felt incomplete. I wanted to go and hug her tight and tell her that she has a friend in me. I couldn’t go.

But my patience broke and I mustered all my courage to go up and talk to her.

As I reached her home and rang the doorbell, she came and opened the door and her cheeks turned from pale brown to pink to red, from energy flush to embarrassment and then to anger that is.

‘Why are you here, Mr. Investigation officer? Need to ask more questions?’ She said with an expressionless tone.

‘I missed you.’ I blurted out, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘I missed you too.’ She said, hugging me back as her new hot tears wet my shoulder through the jacket.

‘Umm, Khushi, you are crushing me I can’t breathe…’

‘Oh, sorry.’ She retreated back, clearly embarrassed.

‘Somebody really likes to hug me I guess.’ I said, making her blush a little more just like a Magenta cherry.

‘Um…’ She said trying her best to avoid eye contact.

‘Okay Khushi, leave it, its fine. If you won’t hug me then who will? I owe you Jalebis. I’ll get them tomorrow. Meet me at the Cliffside at 5.’

‘Yeah, right. Okay. Bye. Take care. Be safe.’ She said as we turned opposite ways.

I suddenly called out,’Khushi’.

And as those black curls turned around to reveal the most tantalizing black orbs, I knew. I just knew it happened.

I fell in Love.

P.S.- Sorry for the short post, just one part left :)

-Dayumfoodie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky love story

PART-1

She was beautiful, not by the Miss India standards but she was above all girls of the village. She had a bright flawless skin, not the milk-like supple skin like the girls of the village, her’s was dark, but it was the softest I would ever come across. She had bright doe-like eyes that would shine whenever I got her piping hot jalebis. She was a ball of glee and jolliness. She did look like a ball, yes she was chubby. But she was cute, not by daily soap standards, but cute enough to break the wall of my impenetrable heart. Yes, she is my best friend, Khushi. Or rather was.

And then there is me, the average village guy, average hair, less-than-average face structure, ever-present stubble on my face. Yes, I was the average-est guy of the town. Hi, I am Kush. And here is how Khushi became my best friend to something I can never define.

I vividly remember that day when it was my first day at the new school in class 12^th because I just transferred that year. I was late, well the only person who was late. I stood there observing the lush greenery around. When I saw a girl, my girl, walking towards me. She extended her hand and said ‘Hi’, with a dazzling smile on her face. The brown color of her skin accentuated her smile. I shook hands with her, and something inside me felt complete. Brushing away these mushy thoughts on the first day, I walked with her to the classroom. She talked continuously, her magical sweet voice creating havoc on my senses. And that was my Khushi.

With time I drew closer to her. I found myself crying to her, laughing with her, sharing secrets, playing, exchanging comforts with her. These activities were never done by me, and especially not with someone else. But with her, it seemed just at place. For the wonderful person she was, it was a shocking revelation to me that she had no friends except me. I asked her the reason one day and this is what happened.

‘Hi, Kush. India won yesterday. I won the bet, when are you getting me the jalebis?’ she said.

‘Why doesn’t anyone talk to you?’ I said.

‘You know we have a school leave tomorrow. Thank God, I’ll get finally get some rest.’

‘Don’t ignore my question. Why don’t you have friends?’

‘I do have friends…’

‘Yeah, books and stray dogs don’t come under the category of friends.’

‘I have you. I don’t need anyone else.’ She said holding my palm between hers for warmth. It felt good, but I had serious matters at hand.

‘You are a great person Khushi. You must have more friends. Why don’t you have any other friends except me? You don’t deserve me. And moreover you are hiding something from me I know.’

‘Kush, what has gone into your head? Why are you behaving so weird today?’ she said taking back her hands creating distance between us.

‘Stop.Lying.And.Tell.Me.What.Is.Wrong?’

‘Okay. LISTEN TO ME KUSH. I don’t have friends because they find me ugly. I don’t have milk like fair skin. I don’t have the quintessential hourglass body. I am a nerd. And nobody ever thinks of talking to me because apparently me being dark is a curse. You were the first friend I had. And ever will. I AM A CURSE, BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS SO. DO YOU GET THAT? I AM UGLY. Happy after knowing this? Now go or the curse will get to you too. Go!’ She said, as her legs gave away and she sank on the ground with her face in her palms and body jerking as she broke out into tears.

After a few minutes she looked up at me with her eyes full of grief from her reopened wound and mine in astonishment at the gory revelation I just came to know. That very instant I knew. Her tears were the only weakness I’ll ever have.

Lights

Lights
Lights are many, bright and dim.
Some in the center, some at the rim.
The ‘sweet shop’ board, illuminated with lights,
makes any kid’s eyes shine a ton more bright.
The street lights in the city at night,
Encourages people to wrap the day and give a rest to their might.
The lights at the entrance of a church wedding,
shows beginning of new relations in a bright setting.
The desk light in exams, under which a poor student is bent
And outside, by a poor mother, illuminated prayers are sent.
But there is a more excruciating, painful light
That doesn’t actually illuminate but shows a situation of fright.
The candle flame behind which
Stands a family bewitched.
Not because they are in the dark,
But because there is no light.
P.S. – This poem shows the absence of electricity in rural areas.
-DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

The Jokers of India

The Jokers of India

Going to a circus is fun, you see crazy colorful jokers, death-defying stunts, rubber band like contortionists and gymnasts and more-patient-than-humans animals. But when you go deeper it is torturous to imagine the conditions they make you laugh and entertain in. Maybe the head joker’s relative died and he is making you laugh, maybe the stunt man’s bike’s brake just went off and he is riding by god’s destiny for him, maybe the tame lion you see is a resultant of a hundred whips and a night of starvation. But all the circus-club lives up to the expectation we have from them. May what circumstances they are in, they think that you are the kings and it’s their jobs to make you laugh and forget your worries, despite the fact that they might be the most worried people in the world.

This is horrifically similar to what WE do in the Indian society. We mould OURSELVES, cut OURSELVES, and change OURSELVES for the society. Is this why we are called the modern genX who build path for themselves? A typical Indian desirable shaadi-material girl is supposed to have no previous flings, 24-35-24 body, fair milk-like skin, good height, waxed body, considers the husband her god, has fantastic education but doesn't go to work after marriage. And a typical guy needs to have a 6-digit income, muscular body, and good height, a very flexible option of facial hair, good dressing sense and good humor. Maybe this seems very stupid to you, but this is what happens so stay cool. 

Maybe we need to start caring for ourselves first and not think what others think about us. Most of the people are afraid of speaking on the stage because they are worried about what others might think. Most of us don’t voice our opinions because we are worried about others’ opinion about it. Most of us dress up to impress others. Wax our body hair to look appealing to others. Study and take degrees to impress others. Please. Stop. It is stupid. Sometimes in a bid to impress others, we become foreign to ourselves and at the end of the road we drown in guilt. Ask yourselves two questions today. If you were to date yourselves the way you honestly are, would you ever do so? And are you a circus bear to be tame for others? You know the drill. Go on and think. I hope I make a difference.

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

Smiles

Today while I was sitting in my Home science class (To be clear I am a Medical science student whose additional subject is home science), our teacher told us that there is something called a social smile. When an infant just twitches its facial muscles it ends up resembling a smile and the infant just uses that gesture to respond to a un-stranger person to let him/her know that it knows him.

I did all this scientific theories thingy because I think today all of us use this social smile on a wide basis, actually every time. But we are adults, aren’t we? Why do we use this infant gesture?

The only moment we smile is when our boss enters the office room and says Good Morning to everyone. Or when you see the grumpy cat meme on Facebook. We need to learn to smile often, don’t know how? I have solutions. As we know a smile is just a reflector of positivity beaming inside you. Fill yourselves with positive thoughts, think about chocolates, your family, your lover, your crazy friends, their smiles, old good memories, good dreams, aspirations, good intentions and you’ll have a fuzzy dreamy warmth inside you which would end up giving you this awesome smile. Sometimes when you need inspiration to smile, appreciate other’s efforts and find the bigger beauty in smaller things because then everything seems a bit more beautiful and those whom you will appreciate will end up appreciating you which in turn makes you happy. Being happy is one of the foremost pillars to be a stable and warm-hearted human being. So go ahead show your personal curve J

-DaYumfooDiE.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Ignore

This is a very overused word-Ignore. This word brings me back quite a lot of memories. I remember when I was a kid I went to Chennai. There I was going to some place with my uncle and cousin. We were waiting for a local train at a small station. There, a lady suddenly broke out and fell down with fits of epilepsy. She was withering on the ground like a helpless fish out of water, white foam pouring out of her mouth and her saree all flying by the powerful spasms of jerks her body was making. Out of a good number of people standing there a few were ogling at the lady with disgust and all others were doing the best we can do- Ignore, even us. After a few minutes someone came and handed over a metal key to the lady and stood 500 meters away from her. The fits stopped and the lady stood up and adjusted her saree and thanked the key guy for his generosity. Even now I think we could have helped her, we also had a key, we also knew metal keys have something to do with stopping the fits, we also knew she was in trouble, but we did not help.
As kids we tend to ignore certain things, like our mom's scolding because afterall she is our mom and if she doesn't love us back then who will. So we tend to ignore the basic principle behind it. But when it comes to ignoring others mistakes, na-uh, That's not even possible.
Maybe the street dog you just ignored for the far of a dog bite was hungry from 7 days and just needed the stale sandwich you were carrying with you. Think of the new girl you just ignored, maybe she was having a stomachache and needed directions to the washroom. Think of the crying kid you saw in the market, maybe he was your distant nephew.
There are many situations in life where we tend to ignore the wrong people. Let us stop being the ignorant nincompoops we are and actually start to open our senses.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Beauty- The travel posts.

Aah, I was on a traveling spree all these days. Here I am sitting in the Sampark Kranti, with a laptop on my lap which is nearly outta charge. Yes, I am a passenger in he Indian railways transporting from the mini India, Delhi to God's own country, Kerala and then finally to the land of dosas and idlis and Rajnikanth, Tamilnadu.
Sitting here in the train, we are being served digestable counterfeits of pongal and Upma, surrounded by a family comprising of notorious ape-human kids and I-don't-Give-a-damn parents, the wafting scent of the oh-so-famous IRCTC controlled toilets(No offence) and a frustrated,sleep-deprived and backache-ridden mother, All indicating that I am having a pretty much normal ride. Now this talk is not about the perks of the railway system because there are many people out there to speak about it and well, being the largest railway network in the world, Indian railways is doing a pretty good job.
As I  was sitting and staring out of the window, because that's what all sensible people who have nothing else to do, do.  I realised that same sceneries that once seemed boring and monotonous to me, spoke volumes for me this time (The advantages of being a writer).
As I woke up the sun rays kissed the green leaves and created a warm atmosphere. The yellow-green farms reflected the glory and handiwork of our laborious farmers, mustard and rice are my favourite. As we moved from state to state, the weather changed, so did the wind. From Madhya Pradesh to Tamilnadu, we saw the ever ranging trees and changing fruits. And as the sun set, spreading its arms wide creating an orange-purple hue and the clouds teaming together to create this fuzzy scene, it seemed awesome, scratch that- It was magical.
But you know what, it pains to think that someday this would be gone. No trees, no grass, crass hot sunlight and mobilized farms. All because of us and our goddamn pollution. We might be celebrating earth day, but mother nature needs no balloons and speeches and debates and dances. Mother nature needs care,love and action. We need to save our earth.
Let me tell you an Idea. Go and unfurl yourself in the lap of nature. Bask in its warmth and beauty. Spend time with nature and I am very sure you'll develop a protective and possessive nature over it.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.
P.S.- I know the title is misleading, but we need to save our best beauty, nature anyhow :)

A 3-step guide to Teenage. : Final step.

Here you go with the last and a very important step:

3.) Failures

Well… yes, every human fails. Because we are playing Russian roulette with our brain senses, we make weird goals and when they don’t get fulfilled we count them as ‘Failures’. Not being into a relationship with the person you have been crushing for the past three years, six months, 18 days, 12 hours and 55 minutes, not winning the lottery, not getting a 0.5 more than you sworn enemy, not being able to insult your sibling with whom you fought... This stupid list goes on. And what fascinates me is, people actually end up their lives for not getting their so called ‘goals’. Yes, you have failures in life, you lose valuable friends and possessions, you don’t get the desired scores and goals, you often aren’t appreciated for the hard work you do. But then are you dead? No. Are you blind and can’t read this? No. Are you un-loved by people? No, you have your parents and me to love you ;) Is your mouth paralyzed and you can’t smile? No. Whenever you fall, never look above and see that you can’t touch the sky, but look down and you’ll see that there are more downtrodden people, rather than grieving at yourselves, help others and kaboom! You achieve something in life! And yeah, sometimes smiling at failures gives a turbo boost to your self esteem.
As teenagers we experience different feelings, passions and ideas. It is a part of our life cycle and has to be gone through. So just keep a hold on yourselves, communicate with all the experienced and knowledgeable people to clear your minds, and always remember that when you fall, never stay there but get up and keeping walking on because a good teen will grow to become a good adult and a good human J

-DaYunFooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

A 3-step guide to teenage. : Step 2

Well, here is the second step :

2.) Energy aka Aggression energy
This is a weird heading for a step, but it is a fact. We must know how to tackle the extra energy that comes at this age. We become angry for no reason at times which results in lot of extra energy which we end up using for a dramatic ‘Revenge’. We become angry and turn into a hot headed mess, throwing tantrums and mummy’s favorite vases around. Well, we become a personalized version of The Hulk in short. So, we must control our energy at these instances. Just like hot air can be controlled in our desired ways, same is with the energy we have. Hot air can either be put into a balloon and the balloon can be thrown away or hot air can be used to cook food too. Same is with the hot energy we have. When you get angry either punch a pillow hard and let go of it. Or do something productive. Draw something, write a song, a story, cook food, do yoga, meditate, sing a song, dance your heart out, spend time with loved ones, play outside, have a stroll in the park, exercise, jump around, click pictures, read something, search the internet for new things, edit pictures, make someone else smile….and the list goes on! So when you’re angry get a grip and divert the anger to a miracle J

Wait for it peeps, step 3 for tomorrow.
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows,Unicorns.Love.

A 3-Step Guide to Teenage.

A 3-step guide to teenage.
As a teenager I know the perks of being so. You are treated almost as if you are an ET. It isn’t so but hormones are all over the place and play roulette with your brain and common sense, which results in a very confused and dizzy state of mind. You are torn down between being a kid and an adult because apparently you aren’t either of them.  Even if I myself am a teen, my extra reading observing brain cells present to you a guide to, The whacky, The happening and The scandalous, Teenage.

1.) Relationships
Well, well, well even I need some advice on this one. Jokes apart, Teenage doesn’t only centralize towards the crushy-lovey relations, but it also affects our relations among our peers, siblings and with parents. We become rebellious towards our parents, sacrificing towards our friends and try to be the most attractive girlfriend material to the charmers of the opposite sex. What we teenagers should think is to maintain a balance. Yes, sometimes we are confused and things can be blamed on to hormones, but then there is a magic word, ‘Communication’. The more you communicate with everyone and tell your respective feelings towards the right people; they will understand that it’s not you who is acting weird but your wild side that is showing its true face. And when it comes to true love, all you need to do is get a grip towards your heart and lust honey, divert your ‘Passion’ towards productive loves, like reading and singing stuff, this will help you a lot.

Next step, well.. you need to be curios right? WAIT for tomorrow peeps ;)
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Appreciation.

I was walking down my old school corridor a few days back. Memories slapped my face, embraced me, and tickled me. I felt so nostalgic. But one memory that particularly rules my cerebellum is when I did all of holiday homework the first time. All the binding, drawing, imagination, coloring, sticking etc, by myself in grade 5. I submitted my homework in hopes of it being displayed in the eminent workers section. It didn't. I wasn't sad until I came to know that those home works were displayed which were made by the students' parents and trainers and not by their own hard work. It broke my heart that my hard work was not appreciated. Though, throughout the years I have been classed as the top and eminent workers of the whole school, I have learnt a lesson. Give me the opportunity to explain it to you, by my own eyes.

See the road on which you walked, it may have potholes but was made by hard toil under the sun in sweat and heat. See the house you are sitting in, it might be smaller than the Ambani’s but it is a result of a lot of expenditure and sweat. See the unfathomable structure hanging in your aunt’s room made by her daughter which looks like a rodent, it was her daughter’s first art project which she made for mother’s day with a lot of peace and love. See the Taj Mahal, it might be going yellow for now, but it is a masterpiece done by workers. See the burgers you are eating right now, they might not taste good, but they are a source of income for someone.  See the window panes in your neighbor’s home, they might not be that beautiful but they are a work of precision by the maker.
See yourself, you might not be good in your own eyes but you sure are someone’s apple of their eye and the God’s own original masterpiece, not only you but everyone around you for that matter.
Learn to appreciate the hard work and efforts put into making something rather than seeing the exterior and judging it. When you APPRECIATE the interior, life has a new depth and meaning. So go, tell others how good they are and appreciate them!
-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Swap shoes!

Sitting here in my mom's hospital, in her procedure room, surrounded by her patient, a worried assistant, beta dine bottles, alcohol hand rubs, gauze pieces, tubes, pinging machines and blood filled cotton pieces, with a damn surgical mask tied to my face. I sit down to write, with the hospital's computer system. Though the only thing I can think of right now is to get out of here, I want to put myself in the position of other people...
Think of the uncle who was being pushed into the Operation theater all of a sudden, he must want to live his life more than anyone else. Think of the new doctor, who is doing his first surgery, must be nervous as hell. Think of the housekeeping staff who mops the floor with a dreamy look, must be thinking about his son who is studying MBBS and would bring pride home. Think of the old nurse who is wiping away the remains of the exchange done, it must be her last day at work and henceforth she has no source of income. Think of the anxious handsome young guy, he must be having the result of his cancer detection test today. Think of the chirpy little girl, her father just died and she has no idea. Think of the mustached sleep-deprived man, with a baby cradled in his arms, his second child is born today. Think of the running intern, he must be late for the 23rd time this month!
We think we are the only people who have life, and problems, and incidents ET AL. But it is not that. If you ever feel life is bad to you, Go on, put yourselves in another person's shoes, the size won't fit maybe but you'll eventually know that life is a vicious circle of ups and downs.
-DaYumFoodie.Laugh.Unicorns.Rainbows.Love.

Humility

Be humble. Phew! This is one lesson we are taught since the moment we gain consciousness about our being. What does actually humble mean? Because to me, the word humble brings an image of a person too terrified and dependant to be an individual and is always timidly hid behind others. Is this what our elders teach us to be? Eh, I don’t think so...

Let us reconsider the definition of humble. Humble is someone who is not bossy but respects everyone according to their ages and has manners and politeness. Sounds good? Moving on…
Why be humble? I have seen people being the boss over GOD whilst praying. I have seen people reprimanding their parents for no mistakes of theirs (consider the movie Baghban). Is it right? Of course not. One must understand the value of being humble. A humble person ultimately gains the respect of others. Don’t feel humble? Consider this. Let us think that all creation is in the palm of god. Billions of people form the planet earth. Hundreds of planets, stars, and other celestial objects form a galaxy, there are millions of galaxies. So we are millions of nanometers smaller than a speck of dust. Feeling small, eh? That’s it! If you understand that you are just a miniscule part in the whole history and universe, you’ll ultimately know what you got to do. Be humble; respect others for that’s the new cool.

P.S. - When you wake up tomorrow morning don’t forget to say a bright ‘Good Morning’ to everyone ^_^ 
-DaYumFoodie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

What is Love?

One fine day, someone came up to me and asked “What is Love?”

It put me to confusion; I put my thoughts to exploitation

But could not come to a conclusion         

To the meaning of love or its definition

Is love the warmth of the serene sunlight?

Is love the flowers’ fragrance or their colors bright?

Is love the gratitude to your parents when they buy you a new tank top?

Or the ecstasy of a child eating his favorite lollipop?

Is love the heaviness in your heart when your loved ones leave?

Or is it the faith in the God that we believe?

Is it the excitement of meeting your best friend after a long time?

Or the serenity while hearing a wind chimes?

Is it the satisfaction of making someone smile?

Or the desire to meet your wife even if she is away a 100 miles?

Is it the joy of a newborn clasping your finger?

Or the homeliness you feel after drinking your maa ki chai laced with ginger?

Is it seeing your child stand on its feet and walk?

Or the bliss while hearing your girl friend’s sweet little talks?

Is it the pride that comes when you see a flower in your own garden bloom?

Or the contentment you get when sitting with your better half peacefully in a room?

Love, a word, undefined, unknown

Everyone has its notion of its own

The meaning of love can never be defined

But it will always remain in each heart of every kind.

How to Make Friends?

New crispy shirt eating away your skin? People staring at you as if you are an ET? Random instructions hurled at you which you absolutely don’t understand? Chances are that you are standing in a new school. This is the moment of justice when you bury away your old memories and brave on to make new ones.  But chances are that its been three weeks in this new compund and the only person you’ve talked to is the receptionist who gave you your admission form and the only place to which you know the directions is the damn washroom.

People come to me and ask, “How do you make friends?”  Let me tell you a secret.

All it takes to make a friend is…..

A dollop of ‘Hi’ with ‘smile’ according to your taste and of course a little pich of ‘politeness’ or else the thing would go bland.

If YOU want to make friends, it YOU who has to outstretch your palm and be a good person. Maybe you don’t make friends at the first handshake and it might take 38 handshakes, 4 heartbreaks and 546 embarassing Hi’s and first meetings to find that ONE faithful friend, but its worth it. And do remember every person is not the Edward or Bella you look out for, probably not at the first instance. So time, it takes time and tries to make true ties.
So, stretch out your personal 180° and GO! Make friends. J

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

Peace.Joy.You.

Peace.Joy.You.

Many a times in life, we tend to fall. Well, that's a regular thing. May it be the US President or a commoner like me and you, we tend to fall. Family pressures, breakups, rejections, failures, peer dominance, bad day at work, punishment at school, a quarrel with spouse, fight with kids, depressing daily soap episode- reasons to become sad are many or rather call them excuses. An excuse is what it takes to wipe that mesmerizing smile off your face and replace it with a frown, and tears, and a few curses. And at the end of the day you are snuggled in your couch with a super jumbo tub of ice cream rewinding the same sad scene for the 174th time because tears blocked your vision. Exaggerated? Nah.

What is the solution? Where does it come from? Probably you'd have heard the following statement in every self motivation video and essay but that's what it is. The solution is YOU. No external force is gonna mess with you, unless YOU allow it to. You won't cry until YOU want to. Your day won't go bad, unless YOU ruin it.  The answer to every question, the solution to every problem, the ingredient to every dish is YOU man!    You'll be good if you want to.
A bad day at office? Do well the next day. Broke up? Start loving yourself. Fought with your mom? Make it up the next day. Broke your arm? Have a plaster done and make everyone write vibrant messages on it with multicolor markers.
There is no problem unless you make it. So get up, tie your laces, brace yourselves and run homie, 'cause the world is YOUR track. :)

- Dayumfood. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.