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Plot Twist I Didn’t Sign Up For

Okay, so this blog is coming after so long… right? I know. It genuinely feels like I disappeared. And honestly, I had so much going on that I was completely out of my mind to even write anything. That’s why I was just posting poems here and there. For me, poems felt easier than explaining the mess that was happening in real life.

But now that I’m back, let me spill some proper tea with you guys…☕

Remember the whole love-and-hate relationship between me and my commute? After that, a number of things happened. I was absolutely fed up with traveling every single day. So I looked for a solution and finally shifted closer to the office.

But of course, that wasn’t the end of the story. A bumper surprise was waiting for me. So basically, the company I’m working with is literally inhuman. They honestly don’t know how to run a business. First, they were literally behind me to relocate. And when I finally shifted, the very next thing they did was make the office work from home.

Yes. Work. From. Freaking. Home.

You know why this happened? Because they had started losing clients and had no money to keep the office running. Like, dude, they would say no to chai if someone asked for a third cup. No chai, no basic things, and a Diwali gift? Rs1000. Yes, Rs1000 for Diwali. I literally give more than that to my maid.

And wait… this wasn’t even the worst part. After making the office WFH, they slowly started letting employees go. And yes, I’m one of them. But the reason they gave me was so abrupt that it was actually funny.

So, I’m a writer. And I write according to what I genuinely feel is right for a topic. But that doesn’t always align with what someone reading or editing might think, and that’s completely normal. Not every person thinks alike. You can give one topic to 100 writers, and you’ll read 100 different perspectives. That’s literally how writing works.

Anyway, they asked me to leave. That’s because apparently, I “optimized” a client’s page, and the whole website went down because of that. Like because I “used AI”. And optimization literally means adding keywords to content that someone else already wrote. I literally only added a few lines and the required keywords. That’s all.

I told them, “Ma’am, just by adding keywords or 2 lines to an already written content doesn’t suddenly make it AI.” But they kept saying I should’ve informed them. I told them I HAVE always mentioned this to my manager, and she used to get AI corrected from the original writer anyway.

So now, the very next morning, I simply get a call saying they’re relieving me. And I just said okay because, honestly, I didn’t want to fight, and I was planning to resign in a few days.

My actual reason for resigning was something else. They literally used to taunt me in front of everyone, saying, “You are the most expensive writer here.” And yes, I am expensive because I am good. Now what they’re doing is hiring interns for free.

Almost everyone is leaving. This place is so biased, they don’t value their employees, and they treat them like pieces of shit. They want us to work even after shift hours and then say things like “this is your company.” They make people stay back for extra hours and ask them to work more, even late at night.

There was even an employee to whom they used to constantly message late at night, asking her to do tasks and pointing out what she hadn’t completed. And after making the office WFH, they fired her.

So yes, this is the company I am STILL working for… well, technically I’m on notice period, so thankfully I won’t have to deal with this shit for long.

These people really don’t know how to run a business. I once read a quote saying that if you don’t value your employees, your competitor will. And that’s exactly what’s happening. People who left are doing great now. They are with better companies, have better pay, and are living a better life.

These people literally said that because the company gave enough leaves in October because of festivals, then why am I taking a leave now, even though I was down with 103 fever? Someone ACTUALLY said that. And that person KNEW I was unwell.

Anyway, I’ll keep the rest for my next rant. Because so much has happened that it’s going to take a few more write-ups to update you properly.

So yeah, buckle up because my life has basically become a whole season.🥲✨

Metro Diaries: A Daily Dose of Irritating Strangers

I’ve been taking the metro for the past 20 days, and honestly, I think I’ve earned a lifetime achievement award in patience. I never thought a short commute could teach me so much about people—or should I say, how annoying people can be.

It starts the moment I step onto the platform. Without fail, there’s always someone on the phone, shouting like their life depends on being heard five stations away. I don’t understand it—why do people feel the need to scream into their phones in public? It’s like they think we want to be part of their conversation. Spoiler alert: we don’t.

Then comes the ever-so-charming scenario of a kid kicking me. Repeatedly. Tiny legs, tiny feet, but somehow the kicks land with the force of a sledgehammer. And the best part? The parents are RIGHT THERE, watching YouTube or scrolling Instagram, pretending it’s not their circus, not their monkey. No apology. Not even a glance. Just… silence. It’s like basic courtesy has gone extinct.

But the real highlight? One day, I’m minding my business with my earphones in (my sacred shield from the chaos), when this woman walks past with her broken umbrella sticking halfway out of her bag. It snags my earphones, yanks them out, and breaks them. Just like that. And what does she do? Absolutely nothing. No “sorry,” no “oops,” not even a glance. Just kept walking like the world revolves around her ignorance.

And don’t even get me started on Huda City Centre. You’d think people lining up to get on the metro would mean order, right? Wrong. The moment the train arrives, all senses of decency vanish. It becomes a battle zone. People push, elbow, scratch—anything to grab a seat. And these aren’t uneducated people, mind you. These are your so-called “educated” folks, dressed in office formals, speaking fluent English, but behaving worse than animals fighting for scraps.

It’s mind-boggling. How can someone act so selfishly and not even realise it? Or worse—release it and not care?

I’ve had all these experiences in just 20 days. Just twenty. And every single day, I come back with a new story, a new irritation, a new level of disbelief.

Sometimes I wonder—are people always this inconsiderate? Or does public transport bring out their worst?

Either way, all I can say is: life is full of idiots. And somehow, I keep running into them during my daily metro rides.

A Journey to Remember!

Things happen for a reason, and people come into your life for a reason. I always wanted a life with people who took care of me and treated me as a priority. When I am finally living that life, I am scared of them leaving because it will be super hard to get over them.

I never thought of someone ever loving me or taking care of me, but here I am with them in a room, enjoying my life to the fullest. Here is to the most memorable adventure of my life: starting it with the people I love.

The trip started when I landed in Delhi after 5-months of making rash decisions. It all began in 2022 with an attraction. The relationship started with all the fake promises in March, and as it grew, it ended on July 4, 2022. The happiness seemed to fade, and all the rash decisions were now in the making.

One of that decisions was leaving Delhi. My journey from Delhi to Mumbai began on August 25, 2022, and I never dreamed I would be working here. A life lived with unknown people in another state, away from my life which I built in Delhi. It all seemed glorious initially, but as the days passed, the loneliness started, and a series of things happened. I started clubbing to feel some control in my life.

I missed my life in Delhi, but the promise of not returning there before finding some peace was still lingering, and that promise made me wait for a whole 5-months.

I left Mumbai on January 1, 2023, and since then, the journey is still going on. I will complete this chapter of my life and enjoy it while it lasts.

We all go through times when we want to escape. An escape from the people around us, an escape from our lives, and an escape from our very own selves.

For us, it is very easy to bind ourselves to work and leave our worries behind. At least for me, it is very easy. Even I needed that escape. I started everything from scratch in the hope of finding the lost me.

I tend to do that. All my life, I always kept myself busy in one way or another and refused to let those heavy thoughts take over me. But even I am not that strong… These thoughts are not something different. They are my part, and neglecting them brought negativity into my life.

So, after all the neglect and all the boundaries, I gave myself another chance. A chance to finally be who I am. A chance where I can write and a chance where I am the author of my own story.

We say that words can’t describe emotions, but writing is an escape for me. I also started writing as an escape, but now this is something I want to do. I enjoy it now. As time passed, this writing grew on me and became a part of me.

Well, me ranting about writing is a never-ending saga. But I want to share that it is better to do what you love rather than make rash decisions in life.

Everything has its consequences, and taking risks is a part of life. We all have made our share of mistakes, and if we are stuck on them, then when will we live?

Life is like a roller coaster ride, a beautiful journey with ups and downs waiting at every turn. But as the ride ends, we all laugh our misery out. Some even cry like me, who are afraid to let go. But people like me need to understand that letting go is the only way to enjoy life.

If we hold grudges, they will only eat us and no one else. The procedure is very easy. All you need to do is believe in yourself and commit to loving yourself. That’s it. That’s when you start enjoying life rather than just living it.

Hey There!!

Hey!!

After being a writing mess, I finally decided to continue this blog as a life blog where I am going to share my life scenarios and views about things which according to me are interesting. So do follow my page and stay tune for the upcoming events I am sure you all are going to enjoy this.

A Knock From The Past – Aditi Gupta

I was doing okay,
But then you messaged,
Saying you want me back.

That you can't stop thinking about me,
That you missed our talks,
Our late-night chats,
And our 3 AM calls.

You said you were sorry,
But when I asked for what?

Your answer was just like that.

You asked me to give you another chance,
Saying you want us to be like before.

But how can we be the same,
When you broke me again?

You said it felt nice when we started talking again.

I asked what you wanted me to do?

You said to be with you.

I didn't know what to say,
So I asked, why me?
When you were the one who ended everything?

Your answer made me laugh,
You said after we broke up you didn't feel right,
So you wanted to give me some time. 

And now, after all the thinking, 
You were here,
Asking me to be with you again.

But bub, you lost your chance,
Because when you had me,
You broke me again.

Love indeed comes in many forms, but our generation thinks a minor attraction qualifies as love. Each of us is seeking someone who is there for us without judging us, but in our search, we meet people who aren't right for us, which makes us even bitter.

But can love be blamed for this? No, we can't blame love for this, because love is not something that can be planned, it happens unexpectedly and with unexpected people, so if you're looking for it, just stop, because they will find you, and they will understand you, with just a glance.

In my opinion, we all feel like we aren't perfect, and even I feel like that sometimes because I've made mistakes and even gone after the wrong guys, but does that mean I've given up on love? At one time, yes, I thought that the concept of love had been emphasized excessively, and we all did this, because of which we are now scared of this feeling where we want someone to be with us all the time.

As a reader, I am drawn to romantic novels and their happy endings because I know that what I have experienced is not love, and I am not going to seek it out any longer because seeking it only made me miserable, and all I want now is to smile more and be happier. Thus, before you decide to love someone, love yourself first. The person you love may not be with you forever, but you sure will.

And someone once told me to love little things in life because those little things can make you change a lot. I wrote this because a knock from the past can make you question many things, and it's best to move on because that part of your story is over, and to grind about something that had already happened will only consume your time and will only spoil your present.

Where Am I?

Being alone in a room always left me wondering, how I ended up in the situation that I am in. Eventually, we all find ourselves in a situation where we question our path forward. Where are we? The desire to discover one’s life path is common among us all.

As I sit here writing this blog, I wonder what the point of my existence is. At first, it seemed absurd, but then I realized that where am I is not just a question, but also a reflection of my life choices not only who I am today, but also mentioning the reasons and options I may have had.

My own answer to this question is not very accurate, but I am constantly asking myself this. Knowing what I am facing scares me. It feels like getting to know me better will only cause some unsaid damages which I can’t afford. I want to be responsible without messing up. I want to live a normal life and stay out of trouble. But that seems impossible.

It feels like I am secluded in the depths of the ocean all by myself. As the water level increases, it gets harder and harder to breathe. The weight of my body sank me down as I attempt to move up, leaving me gasping for air and drowning. Feeling completely overwhelmed by sorrow and suffering, without realising that happiness even exists.

But aren’t we all doing the same thing? We are all searching for the same answer. Aren’t we?

Let’s work together to answer this question. Where are we? Are we at the bottom of deep sadness, or are we at the highest point of a mountain with a desire to achieve everything we long for, or are we somewhere between the two, questioning our way forward?

It will take me some time to answer this question because I have yet to figure it out on my own. For those who have already figured out the possible answer, do let me know.

Who Are You?

Who are you? We have asked ourselves this question at every stage of our lives. Every time we ponder this question, we try to come up with a new answer with the sole purpose of fitting into society’s standards. Our goal is to achieve the standards set by society, but we don’t realize that we are not pleasing anyone by doing so. The only thing we are doing is giving them a nudge by participating in their unfair practices. In an effort to be someone that we never intended to be, we pretend. As for the complexion standards, they separate people based on looks and basic work opportunities which differ for men and women. Now, how is this fair? How can a society like this be serious?. When you’re taught from childhood that the poor are ugly and the rich are beautiful.

As a result, we often overlook the fact that everybody around the globe is exactly the same. They are all us, and we are all them. Tangled in problems, rotting in sorrow, struggling to breathe. Our only difference is that the excuse we make to keep them apart.

Who are you? Unfortunately, I cannot answer this question without making a joke out of myself. Well, it seems that I am not sure what the answer should be. To truly know yourself, you must fully comprehend your own nature. As for me, however, I do not know exactly who I am or what I want from life. It seems strange, doesn’t it? As a matter of fact, I’m pretty weird.

The moment you are born, people begin to define you. Your needs and wants are decided by them. So, then how can one respond to this question when everything has already been decided by them? It wouldn’t make sense, would it? In other words, when they have already decided what kind of person you’ll be in the future or when they already have a mental picture of you meeting all their expectations. You can’t define yourself when the people around you already have preconceived ideas about you.

My Story!

We all have stories to tell, but we all are afraid of sharing them with society. Our hearts are filled with these stories. Our existence is the result of an important part of these stories. Don’t you think so? All of us are waiting for someone who will be patient enough to listen. Who will listen to our rumbling? But guess what? Waiting is all we do. We prefer being approached rather than building a platform.

There are three sides to every person, one which is exposed to family, one which is to friends, and one which is to themselves. The third side is the real one. It’s easy to fake our happiness or sorrow in front of our family or friends, but when we’re all alone, that happiness, that sorrow builds around us and that’s what makes us who we are.

However, I’m not implying that I’m a great writer since I know I’m also a coward behind these words. Nonetheless, I only have this. Because of my lack of communication skills, I cannot make anyone listen to me, but I know how to write and so that is what I am doing. My problem is that I am lazy and afraid of what the results will be. However, I can’t give up because of the risk. Right?

I am writing to stand out in the crowd to get people to pay attention to me. I am ready to listen to what they have to say because I know I am ready to speak with my writings. When we are all alone with no one to talk to or when we are trying to deal with the slump on our own, it can be very difficult at times and I understand it. People who only ask to listen and who have no interest in our stories can be hard to deal with. It was very hard for me to write this because I have experienced it, so I want others to be able to listen to me as I know I am ready to be heard.

Sometimes it’s simply a matter of listening and letting the other person express themselves. Our minds create scenarios that seem more complicated than they actually are, which leads us to choose the version of the problem our minds created that allows us to think in-depth. Overthinking often makes me feel trapped inside my mind like it is nothing more than a prison.

It exhausts me to think about all of this, but I can’t take action because it is so deeply ingrained in my personality. Somehow or another, this overthinking defines me. My world seems to be engulfed in darkness. However, can stars shine in the absence of darkness? Even the black and dark night sky does not hinder these stars from illuminating their fullest potential. Each of them strives to make the other feel special and avoid feeling lonely. So why can’t we display the same ability and shine while also helping others?

This dark, lonely place is like a place of hope for these stars because they wouldn’t exist otherwise. Someone once told me to live for small things in life. Live for sunsets and sunrises, where you can see the colours in the sky which don’t belong. Live for the road trips with music bursting loud in your ears and a cold breeze brushing through your hair. Live for those night walks on a silent road covered with trees by yourself. Live for those 3 AM talks with your favourite person, who knows how to read you like an open book. Live for gazing at the stars and moon at night, with the moon as your companion, and relearning your spark that you seem to have lost.

I have a long way to go and I know in the end I will be able to fully understand myself.

Hola!

Welcome to my world,

Where thoughts become reality.

Starting this blog got me wondering about the world I am about to enter. The world of imagination, where dreams are like reality. Through writing, I can reveal those unspoken chapters which were pilled up and folded in the book of my life. Sometimes I think that blogging is an exercise for my heart, it keeps it healthy and beating. It helps in reliving those memories which are buried deep inside my heart.