Story behind a tick mark!

Yesterday was ONE of the best days of my young life.. I'd cherish it for my entire life.
So I was very fond of poetry and stories since I was young. Unfortunately, I was good in studies too. Anyway, I used to listen to a lot of Ted talks. While watching one on my phone, Youtube has this awesome feature where you swipe up the screen and it shows some similar videos. There I found a spoken word poetry recited by Aranya Johar.
I listened to it and it instantly turned me on. I heard many more of her, and even found other beautiful writers there. I really loved them all.
This continued for a few days. I used to listen to atleast 10 performances in a day (I was in 10th class that time).
Then on a bright morning, I came across this poet called Yahya Bootwala. The name sounded 'ajeeb', even the surname. So Idk, I just ignored and went ahead with some others. Then 'Shayad vo pyaar nahi' came. Like my Youtube Home Page was always filled with these writers and their stories. And that day, every time I opened Youtube, that was the first video on my Timeline.

I was frustrated, so I opened it. And shit! I fell. I fell for him. I heard that thrice continuously. I was gone mad. That was one of the best pieces I ever heard.
And fir kya hona tha? Stalking me toh Indians ko kisi degree ki zarurat hi nahi hai..
I searched him everywhere, heard all of his pieces and aah, kya banda hai boss!
Now I always believed in living those little dreams and fantasies everyday rather than focusing on one large dream. And my little dream from then on was to meet him once. With meeting, I didn't say an autograph or a photograph. I just wanted to make an eye contact and smile at him.
But, he is the SRK of the writing industry. It is obvious, my dream was not going to be fulfilled so easily. But, with hopes, no regrets.
I found many more amazing writers like him, like Amandeep, Darshan, Gaurav, Jidnya and many many more.
But I have an habit of writing my everyday dreams in a checkbook like fashion and working everyday to tick them. Now one of them was meeting Yahya.
So after a year or so, I heard him coming to Ahmedabad. I was overjoyed. But wait, God wanted me to gain more patience. The day he was going to be here, I had an exam out of station. Yes, this really happened. I fought with my Dad for not giving the exam, but 'Vo toh normal insaan hai, tu toh doctor banne ja rahi hai'.
Okay, with lots of tears, I accepted I was not meeting him. I didn't had the guts to message him and tell him about my dream. But anyways, with hope, no regrets!
Few months passed. Many things changed in my life. Many difficulties came, many sorrows and all of a sudden, I once again heard him coming to the city.
Fuck, I was definately going this time. I just saw the date, it was 22nd of July. I immediately told my sister to book the tickets. She only asked me what day it was. I told it was a Sunday.

Oh fuck, it was a Sunday. I have exams every Sunday (Medical 😑). I am not missing this chance but. And guess what, the timing didn't clash. I had classes till 8 to 1. Then exam from 1 to 2:30. And his event was at 3. Like, God just set the right time for me this time. I immediately booked the tickets, though I had an exam the next day, who cares?
So it was 1 more week. My brain couldn't handle the Adrenaline supply for the entire week. Fortunately, I didn't die.
So I gathered a lot of guts and messaged him. And look what happened.

So my little dream is going to be fulfilled, I thought. I prepared a sketch for him, a really bakwas one. So I didn't take it with me (Wait, God has some other plans waiting for me).

So finally I was at the event. I swear, I hadn't eaten anything that day. Not even a single bread. I was so excited. So I sat in the middle seat, hoping for a clear view.

I was never in love before. Not even now, lol. But I could feel him around. Maybe, because I was gone so mad. Not maybe, obviously xD But aah, I loved every second of it.
So he was the second-last to perform. Everyone was like, Yahya kab aayega.. And all the other performers before him just gave up that awesome vibe to us. We really loved everyone.
And Yahya came. Fuck, is that you Yahya?

He was the same, the same from his videos. The same type of clothes, the same smile, the same tiny eyes, the same shy face, and aah ❤
He performed really well. After about 15 minutes, out of my shock, he came down from the stage.. Like aah, is this real?

He was climbing the theatre stairs, and I swear to God, it was 'dhak dhak dhak dhak'. He gave hand shakes to some people, mad I was mad at him.
After a while, he recited 'Shayad vo Pyaar nahi'. This was better than a heaven experience.
So after his performance, most of the people were leaving and we still had a band performance left. The guy came on stage, and just said one thing 'Jo abhi ja rahe hai, baadme regret karenge'.
And guess what, that was 100% true. He sang so well, we all got goosebumps. And they really missed it.
After that, a gift ceremony type was happening. All of us were down near the stage waiting for a Yahya and Amandeep.

So, I got a handshake from Amandeep, and a wide smile. I really admire him too!
But Yahya, he was too busy with other girls. 😑
But I saw him zoomed, fuck, he was amazing! The same guy who once used to recite in a cafe in front of 30 people, did a Tedx a few months back and standing in front of me. That was enough for me.
But no, dreams are dreams, no compromises. Illegally, I went near the green room waiting for him to come out. But ugh his body guards, like they would be trained among the lions, they were so tough. But while leaving, I came so near to him. Like there was nobody between us, but unfortunately, his back facing at me. I literally hit him on his back for this. Like, aisa kon karta hai? Ek baar mudke nahi dekh sakte kya?
And he left. I saw his cute little smile in his car, but no, dreams are dreams.
Once again, I couldn't put a tick mark. But no, with hopes, no regrets!
With 1% battery in my phone and no internet, I took hotspot from one of my friends and instantly messaged him to meet.

At one corner of my heart, I was like obviously reply to nahi hi karega. Bhai, celebrity hai vo.
At the other corner, nahi bhai, haar mat maan. Pehle reply kiya hua hai na.. Thode hopes rakh.
And I told you, God had better plans for me. Yuhi mai unko sabhi cheezo ke liye blame karti rehti hu (sorry God ❤).
HE REPLIED.

I was like. Fuck, chal Riddhi (my sister), leave everything and come. We were having dinner, and I left. I took that sketch with me, wrote my name and number (in case 😉) and took some pastries with me. I was at cloud 9, uh 7, uh who cares?
I reached there in 20 mins(for a path of atleast 45 mins), breaking all the healthy traffic rules. I never imagined this could ever happen.
Kuch bhi kaho, hai toh celebrity, itne body guards lekar ghumta hai. So I asked the receptionist to call him and tell him I am waiting. He called, and Yahya asked who is it. He said Ms.Vidhi.
Yahya: Who?
He: Ms. Vidhi (for the 3rd time :P)
Yahya: I am busy with a recording, tell her to wait for 15 mins.

I waited for 2 long years Yahya.
It was already 10:30, and we aren't allowed to stay out after 10. Just then, my sister said, gharpe phone kar and tell them ki meri friend ki mummy maan hi nahi rahi aurr ice cream khake jane ka hi bol rahi hai. So aurr 30 mins lagegi. And guess what, it worked.
Like, jo hona hai usko koi nahi rok sakta. Bhagwan ne kitni mehnat se sab plan kiya hai. Aap kon hote ho badalne vale.
I waited for exactly 32 minutes, he didn't came. Riddhi was like, tune gharpe 30 minutes ka bola hai.
Me: Shaanti rakh na, aayega.
She: Receptionist ko bol usko yaad dilaye. Bhul gaya hoga.
Me: Okay.
I was just going there, told him to call once again. He agreed. He was redialling, and fuck!
Yahya was here. Like oh shit.
My left hand on my mouth, right in his hand, I was struck.
Me: Aap real ho?
Yahya: Ji hai, mai hi hun.
Me: 😶
We sat together, on the same sofa, he was 15 CM away from me.

Like meeting him personally. Speechless. He calmed me up. We talked about many things. His life, my life, his girlfriend (which I forced him to say no), future plans, past, his day, the city, philosophy of life, and so much more. And I realized, he was just another person with a passion turned miracle. He was truly very humble, and genuine. I gave him the sketch, he said bahut pyaara hai ❤, but I promised to make a better one until he came next time.
I always looked at him as a very big personality, now I look him as a real friend (brother type but not brother xD). He is a TRUE SOUL. I'd cherish this moment for a lifetime.
In the end, I said 'I love you'. And his smile, oh god, I'll work hard to get that smile again, whatever it costs.

Look carefully, he is holding me..
Sorry girls 😁

Jab bhi mai sochti hu ab Medical pe focus karu, kuch na kuch beech me aake mera rasta mod hi deta hai. Iss baar toh Yahya ne aake rasta palat hi diya

So a few things I learned yesterday,
1. Trust the journey. Keep moving on, God has plans better than you have ever thought.
2. You have to make yourself lucky. Luck doesn't come to find you.
3. Me: Apke liye apni khushiya zyada important hai ki apno ki khushiye?
Yahya: Mai bahut swarthi insaan hu, aurr mera swarth apno me hi hai. ❤
4. There is nothing called opportunity. Make your own chances. If your intention is right, you'll get everything right.
5. With hopes, there are no regrets!

Bad pictures, but best day!

He is such a humble man.. Like have you heard any celebrity asking you to drop you home? I have.. He did. He did ask me to drop home.. Nothing to say more.

Lastly, if anyone is asking me this question 'Zindagi me kya kiya?', my answer would be, 'Yahya se mila. Usko apna autograph diya' ❤
So this is how, one of my little dreams was fulfilled yesterday. And little dreams like these would come true everyday and make me the happiest person around.

Keep making all of us smile Yahya. We all truly love you.

Aurr isi tarah, vo ek tick mark ne apne aap me hi itni badi kahani likh di, ki uss kahani ko fir se jeene me ek aurr tick mark ki zarurat pad jayegi!

Fucked up

Hey! Longest time, I know. But you can't blame me this time. I've a long list of things you can blame.

P.S. There is no story or poem down there. It is just a random post (for your current affairs xD) on how fucking life can be.
First of all, like every other teenager, I am a fucking confused soul. I took Biology in 12th, and now I'm not sure about it, the only reason being I don't like what I am doing, that's it. No, that is not it. Now that I took a dumbass decision, I have to atleast bear the effects. I atleast have to complete 12th and get a decent score in NEET.
And you know what, the morons, they are just experimenting with us. Why me? Because I've got a fuck life. They have decided to hold the exam twice, once in February and next in May. Like, how can we complete the NEET syllabus till January, appear for it in February, appear for damned boards in March, next NEET in May, AIIMS in June and all other Medical Exams near these. Like huh!
I know these aren't deciding my future, but they are atleasting fucking up my present. Okay, let's get over this.
I did a lot of amazing things in the past few months.

 I did photography at two great events, one of which paid me the stipend and the other a recommendation letter.

I did a virtual internship on content writing. That was a real world experience.

I attended a Ted event, and god, I can't learn more from anywhere else.

I was always fond of drawing, or scribbling looks better. You would find a sketch on every bench I sat in classes.xD Though, I was totally unaware of water colors. So I decided to use them once. I watched tutorials on Youtube and painted a dozen of beautiful pieces which I can be proud of. Most importantly, I enjoyed.

This was my first water color experience.

Next, I attended an Open Mic in a Cafe nearby. I just wanted to breathe that type of air. And grace, that was so damn awesome. One of the best experiences I ever had.

After that, I decided to perform in an Open Mic. I got selected to perform at a Cafe nearby, and omg, I loved it. I made new friends there, and being am introvert, that's great deal for me. I actually found out that I have a passion for writing and whatever I do in life, I would never stop writing.

This was the event where I performed.

Then unbelievably, all of a sudden, I decided to cook. I cooked some international cuisines along with some Indian and desserts, and I must say, cooking is very creative.

I made Lasagna, after practice

To chill out, I for the very first time visited some trending cafes around the city and explored there. I love exploring creative stuff, but the introvert me didn't allow me to step out. Though it still scares me to go to places alone or without a close friend.

Though I don't get a lot of time from studies, I quit 1.5 hours of the TV I watched daily and read novels and watched web series. And believe it or not, this is going to help me for lifetime. Novels really make me a different person.
I even joined the gym for some Aerobics and I really feel fresh.
Oh wait, I learnt to drive a car. I'm so excited. (17, but issokkay xD)
I was a very delicate kid for a lot of years, but from the last 6 months, my only vision is to change the world. And that is the reason I am putting my best everyday to change myself, doing a million things, exploring every part of me and the Earth, and love existing here. In short, I am trying my best to amplify existence.
Share with me your experiences and incidents that helped you grow. I'd love to listen. (Instagram: dihybrid_methane)

Until next time,
Vidhi :)

Love ends too (Poem)

Hey guys and girls! How are you all?
I did something interesting yesterday, this might be very common but it was the first time with me.. Okay, so I met a girl called Arya on a writing app yesterday. We talked and eventually decided to write a poem together. It was really fun doing this. So here it goes:

Through his lavender cuddles, I woke up

The first time I had slept in months,

his presence comforting,

his touch, soothing.

My head on his hand, 

my hair in his fingers,

his breath against my neck,

I closed my eyes, 

savouring the blissful moment,

dreaming a life I never dreamt of.

And yet, here I was,

In the arms of a man

I never knew I would fall in love with.

That face which pulled tears out of eyes,

dancing like they never wish to come.

Those eyes that looked at me

Like I was the only person worth looking at.

And the next moment, those words peaked out

Like I was an option for him and not his worth.

Those words that hardly made sense,

Words that I dreaded,

Words I wished I would never hear

Again.

Still, his arms made my heart ponder

'Does this universe grant magic?'

He answered my question with

Mere words.

Words that shattered my faith 

In magic.

After the longest last, he uttered...

"The end has come".

This is a story cum verse.. I am thinking of continuing it further and adding some perks to the story. Let's see if I do it.. :)

Comment below if you like this and want another part of it :)

This is her blog: mixwritings.blogspot.com

Until the next, 

Vidhi

Education kills my Dreams

Hey! How're you all? Inspired by the education system out there, I wrote something.. Let's see what it is :)

To the young victims out there
Victims of sentiments and the system
The system of education and its myths
The system of comparison
The system of imprisonment in the chaos of marksheet
The system of killing creativity
The system of cutting wings
The system of losing mind
The system of inproportionality
The system so dumb in life

Albert Einstein once said "Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid"

Compare
Compare this with school students now
Don't you see that fish in them?
That fish who wants to swim deep into the sea
The bird who wants to fly deep into the sky
The warrior who wants to save the country's spirit
The boxer who wants to fight with all his might
The chef who wants to cook all his life

No no, look at Sharma Ji's son,
He is one of the top 10 IIT graduate this year
And, my son, doctors and engineers have a name is society
Infact CA and MBA can also gain fame
Now look what you want to do

To the dear education system out there,
I don't fear in being a part of you
But I fear in mugging up those books that I forget the next second after my exam
I fear going home and answering my mother on "Beta, test kaisa gaya? Kitne aayenge?"
I fear sitting on my table and thinking what I did to my life
I fear sleeping because of the big dreams I can never fulfill
I fear going to coaching because of the discrimination there
I even fear dying thinking of my younger sister's life just like mine

I want to study
I really want to understand how my body works
I really want to know why does the sun rise from the west

But instead, those books tell me to mug up that kinetic energy is 1/2mv2 and potential is mgh
It tells me to mug up the dimensions of sun, its distance from the Earth

Will these things help me? Of course they will
But can I nkt open the book and refer
Why to mug up?
Instead I could understand why do those little planets revolve around the sun

I am here to make a place in world, not to fit in the place you have created for me
Your system affects me and millions of lives directly
And I don't want to die out of it so instantly

Until the next,
Vidhi

Hi! My name is drug.

Hi! My name is drug
I am no less than a thug
My name has the coolest sound
And I'm the easiest thing found
I tear families apart
I am the end and I am the start
I live with the rich, who never ditch
I live with the poor, who pretend me their grandeur
If you try me once,
I may let you go.
But if you don't feel good in my absence,
'Welcome to the flow'
To get me with you
You'll do anything to get screwed
You'll steal from your Dad
And guess what, you won't even feel bad
No misery, no pride
I am here, always by your side
Once addicted to me, you can't decline
And then your soul would me mine
I'll make you my slave
And follow you until your grave
I do warn you before coming in
Think a thousand times before you begin

Until the next,
Vidhi

Blind in Love

Hello guys and girls.. How are you'll? I am so obsessed to writing about love these days.. No no, I haven't got a boyfriend but you know, just happened :p
So this is a poem dedicated to all those humans who passed in the humanity test. No more discussions, let's go for it :)

They invited me as a photographer

To the inclusive event of a Nursing Home

Where people meet, talk and love

And share their genome

"Hey, hello my love", a 70-year old said

"Thank you so much for coming"

I don't know in which state she was

With her stooped back, she was humming

I went to her and had a talk

Those glistening words had a shine

She confused me with her granddaughter

Who never came to confine

That night, she was full of thoughts and emotions

And she talked to me about everything

How she used to drop me at school 

But I was just afraid to fling

From that day, I visited her twice a week

And decided to keep shut

She still thinks I am her granddaughter

And I would never rebut

🙌  How was it? People, I really do wish for a comment below.. I don't know why but love is just mother-child, boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife these days.. This shouldn't happen. Love should be spread among other people like strangers, old folks, celebrities, plumbers, WRITERS, doctors and all of them ❤

Until the next,

Vidhi :)

Doctor or Life-Maker?

Hello folks! How are you all doing? Today, you are going to read a really inspiring story but before that, I'd like to discuss some points about Doctors.

Yea, doctors, life saviours, life makers, life blessers and life, what, everything. Like they save millions of lives on Earth but still, we love and respect celebrities more than them. I mean, the one who is dying all day and night just to save your life, you can't make him famous? They are a living version of God, and still Bollywood is at the top. I don't understand why we don't respect doctors. Just read this and please do comment below what you think about it.. Is it right or wrong?

"Dr Wilson, Room No 404"

And I rushed to the 4th floor.

'I'm losing breath, she mumbled,

Let my baby have a life'

'Get me the forceps and the vacuum'

Silence prevailed in the room, 

The mother alone with the baby in her womb

Three point five seconds later, Junior Evans cried,

And Mrs. Evans died.

No father, no mother, the baby was alone,

Though being the child of a baron.

I wiped and pressed "Button 404, Cleared".

Few minutes later...

"Dr Wilson, Room No 304"

And I rushed to the 3rd floor.

'My baby's coming', she mumbled.

'Get me the forceps and the vacuum'

Silence prevailed in the room.

The mother, the father and the little sister

Waiting for the baby to cry 

I knew Junior Scott had a die.

The sister came to me, 'I already love him, please try'

I quickly rushed to Room No 404

And exchanged Scott with Evans,

'Dear God, this is the last chance'

Family Scott thanked me for saving their son till heaven

And the sister gave me a card with "Doctor No 1"

That was the happiest day I ever had

The profession's faith made me glad.

What would you have done if in place of Dr. Wilson?

And yea, make doctors famous.

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Hey guys! So damn sorry for such a long break. Actually I promised myself not to be so much socialluly active until I get done with my NEET. But I ended up breaking it. No, I don't use any social media stuff right now, but blogging also takes time, right?
So this is a story cum poem which I wrote days back. I never thought of posting it here and so it didn't come out. But I really feel this as the best work of mine till date. So let's not waste any time and show you the stuff..

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Just two more minutes, he yelled for an hour 

I sat quietly hoping to see his car

He isn't far away, I kept thinking

Those last moment rejections kept me shrinking

I have to impress him this time

My parents already felt me grime

I was already twenty-five

And unmarried yet was difficult to be alive

I had Vitiligo

It isn’t a disease, but a vertigo

Those face creams were tired to rest upon my skin

They made me a constant feeling of chagrin

My mother told me, they love curvy but slim

They love fair, less dim

I was taught to eat less than healthy

I was taught to keep shut and remain stealthy

My opinions mattered the least

To reduce friction between my mind and my words, they often greased

The last rejection caused my parents in despair

And that was enough of me to bear

The number of face creams I used doubled

An unquestioned boy was what I struggled

And so, I waited for him for an hour and two now

This is the last time to anyone I bow

And there he arrived

Smiling at me, contrived

He was probably here to file with me a contract

We were to make a story, and not a fact

He greeted me, looking up and down

He obviously noted the light and dark brown

We talked about our families and stuff

He wasn’t that bimyou or bluff

He loved my smile, he said

I thought he should be honest instead

He grabbed the Menu and ordered two cups of cappuccino

Uh ho, it was quite andantino

I smiled and tried to maintain that contact

I just didn’t want him to distract

The waiter brought the Coffee

I was astounded to see his abnormality

He was too rude for a cup on his pants

The waiter was fortunate for his grants

He apologised for his uncertainty

But the man stood up in front of me

I had to have him today for sure

So I tried to calm him up and allure

He cleaned himself in the washroom

And I kept sucking myself for my doom

We didn’t talk about too much after that

And that date ended up matt

He didn’t bother to give the waiter a tip

And after that, I didn’t found him equip

I asked for his answer in the car

His answer was quite bizarre

‘You are good but I should think,

Give me some time to sync’

My heart told me it was a no

For my parents, I didn’t had a face to show

I felt disappointed for the waiter there

He might already have his job lost declared

So I rushed back to the Café and paid him his tip

And that moment had a large flip

He declined it and asked for a favour instead

‘I couldn’t do anything for you, I’m scared’

Can we date once? He asked

And today I’m marrying him, both of us basked.

Please do comment your opinions about this. Thanks for reading.

Until next, 

Vidhi

Life's Metagenesis

Hello folks! All fine? Same here. It's midnight in my country and I am not yet asleep. Actually I was studying until and then those books tire me so I thought of writing something. And I am up with an issue many of the girls face until date. I won't tell more about it, the article says it all. Please read until the end. Thank You

The alteration of generation where kids are smoking cigarettes instead of playing "Teacher-Teacher", teens are sending nudes instead of setting up goals, adults are raping children instead of fulfilling dreams and children are getting pregnant. We wonder why?  Actually there's no time left to wonder why. The system works this way.
I am a girl.  I am not allowed to wear my skirt because boys get high seeing my legs. I am not allowed to eat more than I get because I may get fat and then I won't get a boy to marry.  I am not allowed to show my cleavage,  I am not allowed to go out of the house after 10, I am not allowed to think modern, this is great,  isn't it?  Actually  the system's great,  the system which the universe has accepted.
I am killed just before I born,  in fact I was prayed not to be born.

When I was born,  people were talking that my parents possessed bad luck. I couldn't hear those words, but my heart felt.  They were chasing behind my family.
When I was in Grade 5, I was told to sit beside girls or else I will be called a slut.
When I was in Grade 7, I got my periods and I was left untouchable for almost 4 days. I was not allowed to wash my hair, neither I can enter the kitchen nor I can use my regular utensils,  I could not celebrate festivals, I could not enter the temple,  I could not water the plants, I could not wash my hair and the list isn't yet completed.
When I was in Grade 9, I was told not to go out of the house after 10 or talk to strangers, especially males.  Even I wasn't allowed to ask my own family 'why'.
I don't really have a very sharp explanation for this.. I would just like to express myself through these unheard words that :

I am born to live
Happiness is all what I give
Why does this happen to me?
To this world, I want to be a devotee
Why do boys stalk behind?
They might have some business, please mind
Why do I have to wear uncomfortable clothes?
Just because the minds of boys have some woes?
Why are my boobs stared?
Do you think I am despaired?
Why is my vagina fucked?
Why are my nipples sucked?
Why shouldn't I talk important matters?
Why always does a girl shatters?
Why shouldn't I get equal share?
Just because I bear...?
But now, I am going to fight for myself
I am going to raise my voice
I am going to stand at affairs
I am going to speak on chairs
I am going to fly aces
I am going to win races
I am going to shower success
I am going to aggress
No matter what comes ahead,
I will destroy and walk upheld
Stand up girls, improve your argument.
Because it's silence that speaks everything...
Thank You

:)
Until the next,
Vidhi

Like a Mountain

Hey people.
I promised I would crave out some of the unheard words of beautiful writers and here I come up with an extravagant poem by a girl named Venessa (Instagram profile: vba_2711). I must say, she has an extraordinary talent of poems on life, soul anf stuff! I just love them. Here is one of them from her beautiful list 'Like a Mountain'. Go and follow her if you like this poem and want more.

Do you want to see your write-ups on this blog? Message me :)        
            
The joy in my heart
The pain in my eyes
The hurt in my soul
The twists in my life....
Is just like a Mountain

Every breath I take
Every thought that passes my mind
Every single second that goes without you
Every day I live of my life...
Is just like a Mountain

I realise my abilities
I do realise my faults
I realise, I breathe every day
I want to realise the purpose of life
And I realised the reason for living
Is just Like a Mountain

Until the next,
Vidhi

Yugen

In a philosophical world, where the mountains can't reach the skies, where the trees can't talk, where the river can't fly, where the crows can't sing and the truth can't be false, what are we humans doing here?
Do we have an urge to change the nature, or even replicate it? The bits' and bobs all around, the crave for a happy life, is this the way we enjoy the nature?

Do all the galaxies would have such beautiful nature like ours? Do all the galaxies would have humans like us? Do all the galaxies would persuade​ life like us? If yes, then why can't we travel to other galaxies and tourism there? It would be so much fun, eh?

Can we just take a break and place ourselves to a cynefin? To hear the nature's voice, the woodnote, to see the feuillemort, that is, the color of a dying leaf, ochar and fruitful, to sense the komorebi, the beautiful sunlight passing through our skin and our arteries and veins and to our blood, to sleep under the sound of psithurism and to smell the wild air?
Is all of these possible? Or we humans would just live this life, competing with each other, growing each day for a better day which isn't yet guaranteed to arrive?

Dear nature,
Thanks is not a perfect word which I can offer  for the job you do. May I respect you till the end of my last breath. May I bow down to you when a thing I do is against your esteem. May I everyday love you for your unreturnable gift.

Until the next,

Vidhi :)

Promise

Hey people. All set? Sunny bunny!
Waiting for my Grade 10 Result which was to be announced today 🎲
Never mind, I bring you a heart touching poem by Lieke who I met a few days ago on Instagram (her username is mewierdo.poetry- Go follow her!). I was surfing through writers with unheard words and I found her. She is so amazing, and her poems are mind blowing. I loved one of her poems which illustrates a 2-sided story and so I decided to put it up on my blog. Why not to hear beautiful unheard words of unrecognized writers?
I promise, I will be doing this from now. I would post stuff of other marvelous writers too. I would grow them along with me. Let's grow the world people, do comment what you think.
So here's her poem...

I promised you

I made a promise
That I'd meet you over there
Under the tree🌲, behind the playground
We were going to talk.

Because we thought
Maybe this could be something more 💑

I'm sorry I didn't show,
But I couldn't 🙇
I knew that when I would,
I won't be able to say this to you
We can't be something more,
I couldn't do that to you. 💔

I'm sorry
But I made another promise
And that is, that I'll never hurt you 💘

You promised me

You made me a promise
To meet me right here.

Under the tree🌲, behind the playground,
I thought this could be something more. 💑

But you didn't show,
I don't think you ever will.🙇

But I'll just keep on waiting
Under the tree,
In he pouring rain 💦💧

Awesome, isn't it. Email me your stuff and I would post on my blog. And yes, do comment what you think of this poem.
Until the next,
Vidhi

!Food Doof Food!

"You can't buy happiness, but you can buy food! That's the same thing, isn't it?" xD
Hey folks! Amazing topic today- FOOD! I guess almost everyone would like to read this post :D
Okay, so as an Indian, I am going to honor 12 Traditional Indian Foods That Can Change Your Life Forever (I don't know in which sense) xD
Let's start then.
1. Nethili Varuval

What It Is: Anchovies dipped in a paste of turmeric and red chilies and fried, native to the South Indian region Chettinad.

Perfect For: A crispy, spicy appetizer.

Feels Like: Temple bells.

2. Biryani 

What It Is: An aromatic rice dish cooked with several spices, notably saffron, and a protein (typically chicken or mutton) that's been marinated.

Perfect For: A huge family dinner.

Feels Like: Hearing the neighborhood mosque sound its azan for evening prayers.

3. Momos

What It Is: A variation on the traditional dimsum, native to the North Eastern states that border Nepal (where the dish originated), eaten with a fiery red chutney.

Perfect For: A quick mid-evening snack.

Feels Like: Kicking your shoes off after a long day and settling into your couch for hours of TV

4. Idli

What It Is: A heavy South Indian breakfast food. A fermented batter of ground rice and lentils, steamed in little circular moulds.

Perfect For: When you're done sleeping in on a Saturday morning.

Feels Like: Being woken up by the smell of cooking.

5. Gulab Jamun

What Is It: Small balls of dried milk, slow cooked and boiled in a sugar syrup.

Perfect For: When you've already had a delicious meal and have just enough room for dessert.

Feels Like: Playing hide-and-go-seek with your cousins at a family reunion way, way past your bedtime.

6. Chhole Bhature'

What It Is: A spiced, curried chickpea dish served with a fried flour bread.

Perfect For: A late Sunday breakfast.

Feels Like: Seeing your family all dressed in new clothes on a festival day.

7. Kati Roll

What It Is: A traditional street food popular across India (and abroad). A wrap of kebabs, eggs, vegetables, and spices rolled into paratha (a type of flat bread).

Perfect For: When you need a meal on-the-go. Also a great way to use up leftovers.

Feels Like: Standing on a dusty Kolkata street-corner at dusk, watching families go home through rush hour traffic.

8. Rajma

What It Is: Kidney beans in a thick gravy popular across North India.

Perfect For: An accompaniment for rice, particularly delicious when served piping hot in the winter.

Feels Like: Summer holidays at your grandparents' house.

9. Pani Puri

What It Is: A small crisp hollow round bread filled with spiced water, tamarind paste, potato, onion, and chickpeas.

Perfect For: When you're craving a thousand flavors at once.

Feels Like: Drunkenly challenging your best friend to a contest of who can eat more of these, and then feeling like your mouth is on fire.

10. Jalebi

What It Is: A wheat flour batter deep fried in coil-shapes and soaked in sugar syrup, served hot.

Perfect For: When you want something hot, but also sweet.

Feels Like: People-watching in a crowded bazaar while your mother haggles over sari prices.

11. Tandoori Chicken

What It Is: Chicken marinated for hours in a paste of yogurt and spices, and then roasted (traditionally) in a clay oven called a tandoor.

Perfect For: Wowing your dinner guests with minimal effort.

Feels Like: Making a pitstop at a roadside diner three hours into a family roadtrip.

12. Banana Chips

What It Is: Thin slices of banana deep fried in savory spices.

Perfect For: Munching on while watching your favorite movie.

Feels Like: The wind flying through your hair as you sail down Kerala's backwaters in a houseboat.

Full? Same here 😂 This one was fun, eh? Because eating well is a form of self-respect, and I really mean it..
Contact me if I have left out your favorite dishes xD
Bye bye
Until the next,
Vidhi

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Pluviophile 💙

For the storm to arise.

For the flowers to bloom.

For the crops to rise. 

For the grass to gloom.

The love for the petrichor, 

As the summer draws to a close,

The smell that we all adore,

When the monsoon rains have rose.

Just as the fall begins,

With a light warm drizzle,

Grandma closes all the tins,

With the virid children's whistles.

Showers bring down the intolerable temperature,

With pearls of water on faces everywhere

And blissfully shines the mothernature

Truly, God has granted a superior share. 

I feel proud of this poem 💟 For all the rain lovers, go and help it out. Trying to grow audience here, do support :) 

Until the next,

Vidhi 

Oh, it's Mother's Day

Heyo friends! Met back... I am so tired today of Botany. It has made me sick! I was curious to know how notable scientists studied so I checked out some pins and guess what I found. I didn't get anything what I was looking for, but I found a very touching story of Thomas Alva Edison which I would like to share today.
First let me give a brief description about him.

Thomas Alva Edison was an American inventor and businessman, who has been described as America's greatest inventor. He created such great innovations as the first commercially practical incandescent light bulb and the phonograph. A savvy businessman, he held more than 1,000 patents for his inventions.
So here the story begins...
One day Thomas came home and gave a paper to his mother. He told her,"my teacher gave this paper to me and told to only give it to my mother".
His mother's eyes were tearful as she read the letter loud out to her child: Your son is a genius. This school is too small for him and doesn't have enough good teachers for training him. Please teach him yourself.
Many, many years after Edison's mother died and he was now one of the greatest inventors of the century, one day he was looking for old family things. Suddenly he saw a folded paper in the corner of the drawer of a desk. He took it out and opened it up. On the paper was written: Your son is addled (mentally ill). We won't let him come to school anymore.
Edison cried for hours and then wrote in his diary: Thomas Alva Edison was an addled child that, by a hero mother, became the genius of the century.
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I don't have anything more to say after this than. People celebrate mother's day on social media. I mean, almost 90% of the mothers here I know would not be using any of the social media apps or websites, but yes, kids post the pics of them and their mothers with such beautiful captions about which their mothers might not know a weensy.
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In my opinion, mother's day is just like a normal birthday or an anniversary. The way we treat our mothers the whole lifetime makes a real difference. It does not matter if we put a pic on Facebook with 400 likes on it, but it really matters if we just go to her and tell her just a few words of prestige, I am sure she'll love it and appreciate you alot. I don't have anything to say for a mother, like she if the one who gives us the belief like-minded Go girl, go you can do it. And this is the belief which gives us strength to face the world. Like of course, my mother has told and I can do it. This one's more important. All the sacrifices she has given for us, they are incredible. We think it is her duty to do that, but it isn't.

Just because you haven't seen mothers who give birth to children, look after them till I think 14 or 15 years and then leave them alone to face the world. Others are different, and that makes a difference. I won't detail this, it isn't that valuable. Lastly, let us all remember one thing:
Mothers are like buttons. They hold everything together!


Happy Mother's Day all the mothers of the world! Because you are the one who understand things that are unsaid. Thanks for everything mumma..

The smiling hacker

"You don't have to overthink when you are doing what you love"

Heyo readers! A really unique topic today... Guess what? I am going to tell you about the smiling hacker. Yea yea, you read it right, The Smiling Hacker 😂

He is a very cool man, seriously. A secret  hugger-mugger of the world. Let me tell you, he is called  Hamza Bendelladj and  he is originally from Algeria. He is the one who is ionised by millions of Algerians.

Hamza Bendelladj is a version of modern day online Robin Hood and is a hero worshipped in his home country. The Algerians and hackers from Middle-Eastern region view him as their idol whom they seek to emulate. Hamza reportedly used his SpyEye trojan to milk money from people from the west to give the same to Palestinian charities closer home. More so because somebody on social media spread the rumour that Hamza was handed over death sentence by the US court.

Hamza is a legend in Algeria, a country which is also going through turbulent times politically. Hamza who operated with the code name is ” BX1 ” 1  (isn't this interesting?) and was dubbed the ” smiling Hacker “, born in 1988 , from Tizi-Ouzou in Algeria. According to the people who knew him, Hamza could speak 5 foreign languages and was proficient in coding, a career option available to only the elite Algerian class.

Algerians and Middle-Eastern hackers but for the West he was nothing less than a criminal who was on list of FBI’s most wanted cyber criminals. He and his friend, Aleksandr Andreevich Panin aka ‘Gribodemon’ and ‘Harderman’ were responsible for losses of over $20 million to Western banks through their SpyEye trojan. He and Hamza used to sell  “SpyEye” online for $1000 to $10,000. According to authorities, Hamza and Panin sold this blockbuster malware to more than 150 Cyber criminals. One of the their client is believed to have stolen $3.2 million during 6 month period using “SpyEye“ malware.
Hamza Bendelladj who is just 27 years old will get to spend 15 years in a US Penitentiary for the financial crimes he and Panin committed. Despite his admission of guilt, Hamza’s supporters continue to hack various websites across the world, including, of late, Air France and a Virginia-based university, calling for his release using the hashtags #FreeHamzaBendellaj and #FreePalestine.

Algerian hero who is 1/10 most dangerous hackers.
Hacked 217 banks, sent $280,000,000 to Palestine, very huge amount people.

His sentence? death.

Ow. I actually see him as a hero and obviously he is. Such a cyberpunk he has, this talent might be so useful for other important things.
You liked it people? Do comment :)
Until the next,
Vidhi.