Is My Brother

The ideal man..

The care taker

The one who always says "Yes, I can"

Is My brother.

A person full of greatness

A painted picture of composure

Serine soul of inventiveness

Is My brother.

During land of sorrows

Pulled me out of its deepest furrows

Stood by my juvenility

Brought out best of abilities,

is him, My brother.

Stepping into the time gone by

Played and held me like

Stars holding the night sky

Created an image of perfection

Is My brother.

Clenched the marital life

Didn't change his kinness

For him I'm still an infant

Laid in his arms, discovering happiness,

Is My brother.

Every huddle left a mark,

If I'm the fire,

He is my igniting spark.

A flash of bliss in the Dark,

Is My brother.

Fed me since I can't even remember,

His hands turned into my spoons

Its not his duty but the Love that's amber

Is My brother.

More affectionate than anyone

Our bond has grown and will remain No. 1

A best friend, a father, a Minder...

For a sister , is everything...

Is My brother.

The above poem is for my brother. Happy Birthday bhaiya <3

Its Impossible to be a Perfectionist

True isn't it?

Seriously it is. Today,was just another day. A day that brought the anger and anxiety out of me after a really long time. I wont deny the fact that I am a 'Perfectionist'. Because i know i am and in fact at some point or some situation I think we all are. The worst part when you try hard to make everything perfect and instead of being near absolute, it just gets even more flimsy. 

Due to my project I'm given the responsibility to complete a certain task but the rest of my team mates apart from another guy, THEY WONT COOPERATE! which made the scenario tense and disquiet. Just when we were in the initiating stage they couldn't recreate what i had in mind. I flipped out but didn't let it seem too obvious or too out there, kept it to myself. I tried my best to convey how to do this or that but still the results weren't what I wanted.

I was so pestered  by all that. So, I asked my sister about it, she is a very precise person when it comes to reality and honesty as she isn't diplomatic and her straight forwardness is the best, she told me it happens. It has been like this always. I guess I was always surrounded by people who were creative. It is a fact though " great minds think alike". Still its tough to work with the unlike ones as they barely get what you are trying to say or conceive out of them or they would blankly stare at you after as if you just told them history of Russia, in short a jeopardized perplexed uncomfortable look that would make you look like a freak. I learned a new thing, "how to deal such people - NON PERFECTIONIST ONES"

1. Be patient.

2. Repeat your words twice or thrice in every language they understand

3. Show them how to complete that certain task by a little preview

4. Keep your ego aside, world contains every type of people in it. 

5. Learn how to work in such agonizing environment

6. If you can't do all of that then.

JUST DO IT YOURSELF... that's the best I guess. I couldn't do it as I didn't wanna be the starry one, I was supposed to 'cooperate' so 'co-operate'. 

Well thats all for today. Stay tuned for the next ones :) #keepcalmandrelax

The First One

The First One

Well, this is my first blog. I have been writing poetry, articles since 5th standard. Nowadays its something very normal for kids... they were born in the era of Technology. I m a 90's kid. I still remember distinctly when I first wrote a poem, I showed it to my father. His face had this incredible glow filled with pride, he was shocked too. He never thought i could write a poem. I don't remember my first poem, as since then there was no stopping.

Today, I am a student in Second Year of my B.Sc. Microbiology. And I am still writing..

I have a very photographic memory and I don't know about others though, I remember things my way. I prefer looking through them. Whenever I'm travelling I always type the entire scene in my mind, like how I would write it in my book.

I don't know, but I always hoped that someday I'd turn my writing pieces into an actual book. I have kept my old poem, and the articles that I wrote in the past filed in my secret cover. 

Due to a rough freshman year, I developed a habit of writing articles about specific emotional stages that i went through. Best part, I discussed the issue and then came up with the solutions as well. I shared my writings with a friend then-now an acquaintance. He loved them and had an astonished look on his face. I wasn't surprised as many people have underestimated my abilities. He asked to write more. I did it and I still do that. 

So here's the beggining of my writing. I dont know who'll read it or it'd be there online, but it'll somehow satisfy me that I am writing something.

Ciao ;)