Imperfect Me

 Just writing this blog to read in the future about how the present used to be.....yeaa isn't it nice. I just gave up on how others think while they read my blog, and I started to think about how I am going to react to my writings if I read them in the future. so this is me in 2022 where hopelessly struggling to achieve something in life without putting effort. its January 26/01/2022, before talking about 2022 have to talk about 2020 because everyone celebrated the 2020 new year and stuck over there but the days are going on and suddenly the new year reached from 2020 to 2022 without notice the interesting and awful things in these times are watching movies and web series forcefully not because we liked them but because it was trending on the social media, cooking dishes which we don't know the name and origin, not because we want to taste it because everyone is cooking, scrolling Instagram and feeling jealous of others. sharing memes that were not even related. over thinking a...

This is one of the Indian things every Indian had come across a few minutes ago a person came to our home  He: Is your father came back from work? Me: No and what is the work with my father? He: I want to know the train time that your father goes every day. Me: 7:30am He: Ok, is it enough if we reach the station by 6 am. Me: it is more than enough if you reach by 7:15am He: ok, at least we'll be there by 6:45am the train station was literally a few meters away it will take a maximum of 5 minutes by walk and he was planning to reach the station 90 minutes before the train arrives. I don't know whether it is innocence or being punctual?  moreover, trains were never on time, they were always delayed. 😐

When I was 12, back in 2012, we got an invitation to a wedding in Bangalore. The wedding was on a Monday, but till Sunday afternoon, none of us were really interested in going. Then, around 5 p.m., my father got a call from his colleague, Afzal sir. He said, “If you want to go to Bangalore for the wedding, I’ll join you.” I overheard the conversation and immediately started begging my father to attend the wedding and take me along. After half an hour of non-stop pleading, he finally agreed. By 6:30 p.m., my father, Afzal sir, and I left home and caught the Yeshwanthpur Express at 7:30 p.m. And that’s when the real struggle began. We didn’t have reserved tickets; we only bought general compartment tickets. The compartment was packed, so crowded that there wasn’t even proper space to stand. After about 100 km, we managed to get one seat, which we gave to Afzal sir since he was older. There was no internet back then (2G era), no seat, and barely any space to breathe. I stood in those c...