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Part-1 Whenever I retire for the day, there is a sense of panicky in me. Something keeps me awake. Something tells me that Mrigank today you were non productive. Something tells me that Mrigank you are the only person that can prove 80/20 principle wrong, as your efforts are zero and you want to chase heaven.  Something tells me to wake up and work a little bit to know that there is a certain amount of beauty associated with hard work. And then, dream hushes that ‘something in me’. In dream I see myself as the most charismatic person, a person with every bit of knowledge, a person who have moulded time in such way that I can squeeze out 25 hours from one day, productivity breaking all the records and I am diving in the pool which Uncle Scrooge used to dive in. Is there any connection of my dream and ‘me at present’? Or it’s purely a fit of pleasure which will seize to exist as soon as I gulp down a potion of reality. ********** Part-2 Whenever I retire for ...

“I, baby number 22/39 of St. Stephen Hospital’s ward number 49 have taken birth to do something big in my life” I could have thought while lying in the cradle, waiting for the nurse to “deliver” me to my mom. Everyone in his or her life believes in the fact that that person is on the earth to make it large and to be better than the best, I was no exception. The one who does not believe in oneself can’t achieve anything in life. There lies a motive behind every move you make, every option you think about and every product you can extract out from that very move of yours. After spending 14 years in school, taking non medical in 11 th and then getting into a good engineering college, what is that one thing which is I have done differently. The answer is nothing except accepting this very own fact. Is acceptance of anything makes a difference? Answer is Yes, at least we are now knowing that where we are and how much ground we have to cover to achieve something big. Life ...

Chapter 10<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend... “Hello” said Mridul in sleepy voice; the holidays had made him lethargic. “Hey! Mridul, guess who is on the line” it was Kanishka, as fresh as the morning. “Hey Kanu! Sorry I was still sleeping, but you look quite fresh” he was little surprised by her call. “I wake up at 7oclock every day, not like you fatty” giggled Kanu. “That’s why you are too gorgeous sweet heart. So, why did the queen call her servant?” flirting as usual. “Nothing dear…I was getting bored, so thought let’s talk to you and plan an outing” “Where ma’am? It will be an honor to be your personal guide.” ‘Butler’ could have been his new career. “Let’s go to Worlds of wonder. Just you and me…” Kanishka paused for a second deliberately. “Wow just you and I” Mridul nearly jumped out of bed. “And our friends…off course” chuckled Kanishka. “Alright ma’am, as you say. Then let me just freshen up and talk to others. Bye de...

Time: 1:20 am Place: In my bed wrapped in my quilt Mood: Little sad My plan for a movie with a friend of mine is cancelled. I am feeling bad. Is it the first time that this has happened? The answer is NO...but still feeling bad...why? And yes, it’s not about the movie. To find out the reason about the “heartbroken feeling”, I have changed my plan and instead of cribbing on it I have decided to hit the road and go to some place where I hope to find some solace and of course my answer. Time: 4:15 am Place: Sitting on the edge of my bed...trying to find where I kept my slippers :-P Mood: Thoughtful...but still sad Still thinking where to go...hmmmm...No no no...Please no more “Battery low”. Got to charge my phone and yes I have decided about my destination. Time: 6:43 am Place: Unknown...GPS working but I am not willing to tell Mood: Fresh but thoughtful...feeling sad that fuel tank is nearly empty :-P Oops...forgot to think about “why I am here?” So, Why we...

Chapter 09<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend... Dear students, You will be glad to know that we are throwing a fresher’s party, those who are interested can deposit Rs.250 to  your CR. The party will be held in auditorium on 16 th October, till any further changes. “Rs.250? Are THEY throwing a party or we?” chuckled Parth. “Ya Parth you are correct, let’s talk to Mridul about this, he is our CR, and he will definitely do something”  Malvika said with a serious tone.  Malvika and Parth had come closer to each other in recent past, due to a rift between Prateek and her. The news was still away from Mridul as he was busy in some other prior work. “Yipeeee…a fresher’s part…I will become rich this month” said Mridul in a jest after getting the news from Prateek. “Shut up Mridul, don’t you feel that 250 rupees is too much for a party at college audi…everybody is complaining about that to other CRs” Kanishka said pointing towards the...

The day was going really nice. Sleep was the utmost priority and my phone was vibrating and telling me “Brother, charge me as I am feeling really hungry”. I opened my eyes just enough to see what time it is. The widget showed 12 noon. Outside my room I heard my mom complaining “He has become too lazy, just wasting our money in gym...see the time. Now he will wake up and ask for breakfast.” Just to spice up my morning, I yelled “Ma, breakfast” and then the real lecture started. I listened to it while going through the messages of early risers. My sister has updated her DP with her Engagement’s picture. I went down the memory lane where I had so much fun with my brothers and sisters; dancing on music with no knowledge of beats, drinking like no tomorrow and eating every fucking dish from North Indian’s favourite “Aloo Puri” to Italian Au Gratin. We were together, from laughing our guts out on every dumb act of ours to enjoying every crazy custom we have during pre-marriage...

Chapter 8<-Link A story of a friend..by a friend Tossing on the bed continued till the early hours of morning. The ceiling had become the most familiar thing for Mridul. Sun was yet to leave its heavenly abode. A few cars can be heard in the distance as the early risers were on their way to offices. The sleep deprived eyes, by the time alarm clock buzzed, had already learnt the constituents of the ceiling. He himself didn’t know since when he was watching the ceiling…may be the whole night! Multiple questions were hitting his mind, who was constantly jumping in its shell. What would his parents think? Will they accept this? Was that decision correct? It was not the first time he had been awake, it was almost a month since he had been playing hide and seek with a good night sleep. The alarm clock showed 6a.m.  Mridul stood up went to bathroom to get freshen up. The hot water bath was not enough to relax his tensed state of mind and sleep deprived eyes. “I ...