She appeared grinning cheerfully

Stood in front, in silence

Noting me from a short distance

I waited her, like I did every day

There’s a difference today, though

She’s confident, unlike before

Will you love me?

I asked her, not knowing anything

I wouldn’t; move away forever

She said, knowing everything.

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How I Made a Long Blog Post About My Trip?

A few days ago, Naima, author of Global Unison and one among my good friends from the blogging circle, has asked me to pen down further about the experiences of the trip I had to Malappuram with my sister on January, 2015. Excuse me for the delay I’ve made to update the content here though; I’m extremely glad to update it at least by now as I’m outdated here nowadays due to some other reasons­­—trying to give least attention on cyber world, new books collection of random genres, been busy with the Silicon Valley 1st season and the Game of Thrones series at the same time, working as a freelance content crafter, boring college schedules and a few more other personal stuffs. Anyway, if you’re there, then this post is for you, Naima. Hope you’ll love reading it.

So you wanted to know how I made a long post about the trip and what I felt while writing down the personal experiences of mine in Malappuram together with Revu, my sister. I’m unsure whether I got you right or not, still here is the answer for your queries in simple words.

Generally, I don’t prefer to write lengthy blog posts— I admit that I’m not good at expressing long fictional thoughts—because I felt that it doesn’t give a better reading experience to my valuable readers. Then how should I go for descriptive takes? Here is the 10 major factors for which I give importance while writing down the contents devoid of any limitation on the word count.

When you write regarding anything in real, which you’ve already experienced, then you wouldn’t care about what you’re writing. Because you’re not lying, but you’re penning down what you already know, what you had been through in a few minutes, hours or days ago.

I didn’t think of the grammatical errors while working on that specific post; it was actually a written draft. I was in a perfect mood for writing.

Choose a better notepad to be installed in your Smartphone so that you can scribble your ideas, maybe a mere thought, whenever something hits your brain at anytime.

Which one is your favorite application for typing the texts? Word or Evernote? Mine is Word as I’ve been a Word user since I started blogging 3 year ago.

Don’t think too much. Just write. Write. Go on writing.

Play your favorite music in low voice for a better ambiance. Don’t try to restrict yourself in order to complete the work within one sit. It’s your time. And do whatever you want in between.

Choose the best time for writing. It varies from person-to-person. Maybe, for you, its right after a hot coffee in the evening, but mine is during late midnight.

Read. Read as much as you can— books of any sort ranging from Goosebumps to your favorite author’s recently published work.

If you’re done with the draft, then 90% of the work is finished.

Go through whatever you’ve written in the draft, make necessary changes, show it to somebody who has similar interest on reading and writing, and publish it whenever you want.

Now, regarding the other experiences I had in Malappuram apart from what I’ve written in the blog post.

I had such a lovely time with Revu in Malappuram after a long time, Naima. And again, I understood from the trip that train journeys are far more reliable and refreshing ones while comparing with the other means of transport in India. Travelling is the easiest way— a much needed change that everybody seek in their lives at every point— to enjoy and find happiness at wherever you go. It enlightens our minds. It makes us feel more real. I know that I don’t have to mention this all to you, Bird of passage. You know it. Yes, you know what I’m trying to say.

Like you’ve mentioned, here are some more pictures we have captured during the trip:

In return to this dedicated post, I would like to know why you have asked me to write a post of this kind. Hope you’ll get back to me soon.

To the rest of the world, have a happy weekend from my side. Enjoy each and every moment. Move forward. Never give upon your dreams to conquer the depths of happiness in life. 

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Life of an Engineering Student

I’m Rahul Ashok, a citizen of Kochi, India, who has taken Engineering in my mother nation (Of course, I’m an Indian and the Indian Engineering Education is too different from rest of the world) as a degree, not as course of study, right after completing my higher secondary school days. Yes, I was so immature to select Engineering as a course of study, which is completely against my personal interests, and it was purely coincidental that it’s a random choice I’d taken at the age of 17- to prefer Engineering as a worst phase in my present life due to the excitement raised from my beloved parents to see me as a future Engineer, and thus become a successful Engineer to survive in his life by earning a 6 digit Indian currency as the salary by the end of each month.

Being so frank, the choice of taking Engineering is the worst decision I’ve ever taken in my whole lifetime. Hence I’m still suffering from it. What I’ve in mind at the moment is to cross the declared bridge of Engineering by completing the course, which is 1 more year away from me. Within this 3 year of Engineering life, the most important things I’ve acquired are: loss of 25920 hours of youth and its payment via cash of around 3 lakh Indian currencies, a bunch of backlogs, and missed certain notable things I really wanted to do in life through art and literature. Anyways, it’s gone; it’s already gone. But the losses I’ve couldn’t compensate with any of the outcomes that I may receive after the completion of this degree. Because I know that this course stream is completely a waste of time which can harm anybody’s mind who lacks the right interest in it, or at least try to adjust and dissolve in its flow by clearing the contented count of papers in every semester with a pass mark.

Since the 1st year, I acknowledged right after writing the 1st internal exam that this isn’t something I can adjust with. When the result came, I showed it to my parents and received the reputed honor for being a good kid to act against my instinct for continuing the course further; they brainwashed me by encouraging that I can do it simply as I was not that bad at studies in my school days. The same melodrama repeated in the later semesters as well. I tried to adjust with it. I tried to clear at least the papers I had to appear by the end of each semester. But then, I found that it’s not working with me. It didn’t show any difference in the papers I’ve written. And I knew that the sole factor behind my failures were the interest I lack in it and the instinct I’ve felt about myself to do what should I do. When I know what should I do, then how can I do something which is extremely different from it?

If you’re an Indian Engineering student like me, then you’ll easily understand what I’m trying to say. I’d a clean discussion about the same with Ioanna Aggledski, a blogging mate, a year ago. What she shared about her own personal experience as a Mechanical Engineering graduate from a reputed University in Greece agreed upon with the account I’ve on Engineering based studies in India. When you’re dwelling in other corners of the world, except in India, all you need is a proper attraction to stick onto Engineering with utmost passion to learn about machines or technology or other specified fields of your interest. If you doubt whether you’re really willing to be a part of it, then you can find it out effortlessly by following the procedures required before opting Engineering course study at any of the Universities in the world. I’m not saying that everybody who have been studying Engineering in India are like me, but majority of them are like me because India has a huge number of self-financing and private Engineering colleges, other than nationally recognized institutes like IIT for quality education, where you can certainly get a seat in any trade as per your choice if you know the basics of science, mathematics, and financially good enough to make an investment of approx 75k Indian currencies per year. In case if you’re not financially good, then don’t worry. All those attractive offers from Indian banks are waiting for you. I’d already used their facility for 3 times, but later then I discovered an implacable truth that Indian banks earn 14% as interest for the amount they’re paying for the educational purpose. It’s quite strange where the financial institutions in a nation provide loans for 8-10% to buy a vehicle/ build a home of your dreams, but 14% as interest to meet the educational needs for studying in a college. And the most interesting fact is most of them who prefer educational loans are unfamiliar of this crooked play; they come to know about it only by the end of course stream that they have to repay an amount of 3.5 lakhs for a loan costs 2 lakhs they’ve taken.

Big MNC’s like Infosys, Bluestar, Wipro, etc are paying a monthly salary of less than 40k for a fresher joining in their team. That too, working all day long in the offices for at least 6 hour/day; I’m happy that these companies are giving off to their followers on weekends, maybe they know that it’s inhumane to torture their followers everyday in an year. I doubt, whether they understand the worthiness of Indian currencies paying to their employees for the hectic and tiresome works they’ve been doing?  And how much is a penny worth in India to lead a life according to the dreams of your parents for the money investments they’ve made in a yearly basis?

While saying about the syllabus and other aspects of engineering curriculum, if you’re good at memorizing things you learn in Engineering, then it’s sure that you can clear the papers at the end of every semester. Also, make sure that you’re keeping a good contact with respective tutors for each subject, if not it’ll definitely affect your internal marks. Other than these 2 factors, you don’t need to attend the lectures every day. You don’t need to submit the assignments. You don’t need to study every day. Of course, you might be wondering why I’m saying about memorizing the things you learn as it’s the right way to crack every written examination, let it be an exam to be written either in a school or college. But, you know, when you read/ learn/ understand new things, you shouldn’t force yourself to make you feel that you’re getting it; that you’re enjoying the taste of your favorite ripened fruit, not eating it because the fruit is ripened.

So, here I’m, studying in the 6th semester of Engineering at one among the well-known colleges in Kochi, doing what I like to do rather than moving ahead with the flaky steps of Engineering, anymore. I firmly do believe that Engineering is merely a degree for me. Apart from getting a degree, I want to enjoy my life. I’ve my life here. I’m choosing it to enjoy it. And I’m doing it. I’m definitely sure that my beloved parents worry about my future. But I know. I wouldn’t end up with nothing. There are dreams still exist in me. I wouldn’t fail to conquer it. And I know what to do; how to catch my dreams by doing what I love to do.

P.S. I’ve been working as a freelance content writer and earning a 5 digit salary by spending maximum 2-3 hours/ day at home. Haven’t drop out from college yet like Jobs, Gates or Zuckerberg had done; I’m an Indian Engineering student, you know? Still, I’m looking forward to do something of my own. It takes risk. Though I know I’m going to grab what I like. It matters the most and I really do mean it.

P.S.S. Dreams come true when you’re enjoying what you do and live for what you want to do.

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Nirbhaya- My Sister

She’s a young Indian daughter

She loved her parents like living gods

She’d her unending dreams to conquer

She’d her illimitable choices of freedom

She worked for the poorest ones

She studied to rise and shine

She lived for what she learnt

She roamed around New Delhi, that night

She’d enjoyed the moments of night’s charm

She’s on her way back to entire darkness

She’s reacted powerfully, but nobody cared

She’s slaughtered for her laughter

She’s brutally handled by a group of morons

She’s left at the corner, helplessly to endure the pains of scars

She’s determined not to leave even at the worst

She’s survived to ascend and catch her life

She hadn’t even had time to withstand it, any longer

She’d left, kept everybody in her wing

She is a sacred light for the humanity

She is my sister, a woman whom I respect the most

She is Nirbhaya, a dotted signature in my blood’s diary

Note: “When being raped, she shouldn’t fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape. Then they’d have dropped her off after ‘doing her’, and only hit the boy.”, Mukesh Singh, one among the molesters of Nirbhaya case, stated on a documentary, which highlights the facts of incident happened on 16th December 2012, covered by Leslee Udwin, BBC.

“Will you do the same against a woman from whom you’ve gained the right to be alive?”

I don’t dare whether he’ll either say yes or no, it might be a yes!

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I want to make sure that she wouldn’t walk away from me, that she doesn’t have the courage to leave me. I was astonished to understand her so many times in the past; I can’t understand her, anymore; she knows me very well. Life shrinks, mesmerizes and impregnates with the reverie petals of love. It reciprocates and makes me crazier to trespass into a history of story to be conquered from one’s lifeline; a story of my own rambling days in which no extra characters are included; a story of I and she expressing the light, chaste revelations of our love. A dreamy-fiery island covered by the unsettled clouds aloft our heads says it all. It gives me a hope for forgetting the hauntingly moments of departure beneath it. Because when we’re under the serenity of such erratic clouds, we’re hiding away from every other emotions except the ideal pace of love and its deception to amplify an invincible life of us.

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Be A Writer


“So what do you want me to become in life?”

“I want you to become a writer.”


“Yes! Why not?”

“C’mon..! Do you think I’m a good writer who could write down on kinda dramatic story plots, anymore?”

“Yeah! Trust me. You’re good at it. But you don’t know how good you’re at it.”

“To my knowledge, a writer is someone who copies ideas from what he’s been observing from the infinite nature, regardless whether it’s true or not, and explain its meanings thoroughly with the help of any words which are entangled to his insights and fantasies to make it readable for others. Do you really think I’m good at it?”

“Yes! I do…”

“I don’t think I’m….. You know, it’s not that easy like you think.”

“Of course, it’s not that easy like you think. But it would easy for you. Don’t question me further. Can you do what I said? I really wish to see you as a writer. Think how would I feel to be known as your love- as a writer’s love.”

“…may I know why are you saying so?”

“I’m saying so because you know how to write about me. Our love. Our memories. Our feelings. Our emotions. Our experiences. Our life. You don’t lack any words to express it; you already know what you’ve to write down. Why’re you thinking too much then?”

“Are you asking me to pen down about us and get it published for attracting others to share our story? Did you actually mean it?”

“Nope! You’ve mistaken. I told that I want to see you as a writer and hence you must be…. Will you?”

“What if I say NO?”

“If you say NO, then it’s your decision. It wouldn’t change anything happening in between both of us. It doesn’t matter whether you become a writer or not. What does matter to me the most is your love on me. You would always remain as the wonderful hubby of mine.”

“You’re my sweetheart. And I know our life would be more happy if I become a writer for you. But I dare to write on anything other than you, My love. It’s just your thoughts in me that keeps me moving forward. It’s your love on me that makes me alive. You’re my Eve and I’m your Adam, who live to love for each other in our world. We have had faced a lot of topsy-turvy situations and overt chaos holding our hands together in life. Our bond of love still preserves a charisma of that same passion to be alive together. Die together. We’ve been like this…”

“…..lost in love for?”

“I don’t know, My love! But we haven’t shared our story to anybody else within this 49 years of succulent life. I want you and you want me always in our story to make it refreshing for our love to cherish till it ends on that final day of happiness, on our bed, crossing our hands together, kissing you, like I always do, staring at my innocent eyes and dream under our polar star’s sight”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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She Killed My Romance

Hey folks! It seemed I was hiding away from here, and alive there where I’m trying to adore more of my days with the real world rather than the cyber network clinkers. I wanted to be like that since a few months back and I’m working through this phase once when I set out to imbibe more of the imperative sentences from the books I’ve been reading during my insomniac nights. And what I understood was the depths of a canopy which lies inside me. It causes me to explore and find out the actual gist of an individuality of mine; it keeps me going and moving and moving to dream very less often when I’m asleep. But when I’m asleep properly, I watch dreams which entertain me like hell out of the invariant creations.

I still do remember the plot of the dream I had seen last night. It wasn’t simply a dream, I had dreamt of it once earlier before in the class when my tutor was taking Engineering Mathematics, excessively. I couldn’t give up laughing for a while when I opined about it today morning. I was like *** I’d envisioned? Being a studious Engg student in my college, I’d a noble connection with my Mathematics tutor. She envisaged me to submit my assignment at the right time! My grades are neither below average or good, but it’s merely mediocre. She doesn’t care much about me; she has never asked anything straight forwardly to me. Neither do I? Nope! I didn’t… She knew me almost very well through the flash back images of my 1st year at the college. I was a quite brilliant student and she confessed it before me as well once during my 1st yr of Engg. But thereafter, she didn’t…. I didn’t ask her why, but we didn’t…

So, before speaking about what I’d seen last night, I would say I hate her attitude in the class. She mounts up high on the Engg Mathematics Mountain for all those envious creatures in the class and her hypocrisy on people like us is at its stake.  To all those haters of her lectures, she blunts her anger through the internal marks. Her attitude is like even if you’re good at studies, I won’t give you at least the minimum internal marks, a set of marks which has to be given by her, if you’re maintaining a heedless connection with me.  That’s what she does…. She passed out from her University with the University rank holder’s tag. But what’s there in it? What a headily rule she’s been ordering and following? Why couldn’t she afford the right crosses that we merit?

I was looking out through the window of my apartment, that evening! It’s really nice to stare at the darkness beneath the sky when it’s about to rain. I enjoyed looking out through the window of my olden apartment and I sensed the coolness of fresh air offended by the wind shifting all around. You know, this is one among the best time and place to pen down your elegant inborn philosophies and sketch down the flushes of natural rhythm that nature holds and showers on us. I became absolutely stunned and romantic to see the charisma that nature has and I hightailed it outside to take down my feelings to be loved with a nature ahead me.

I exchanged my feelings to be here; I enthralled my passion in the rain; I admired the pleasure it’s given me; I lied on the ground and closed my eyes for hours to get lost in my nature; I smelled the fragrance of wet soil; I sensed that my body is already wet; I wanted to have more fun with the nature; I lied there…

Suddenly, I came to hear someone shouting at me on the rain. She tried to make me awake from my love making; her voice was so familiar for me. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t want to… She raised her voice up against me; she made me awake and I painstakingly stood before her. She was shouting at me. She shouted at me like I’ve harmed her. I felt so disgusted to be there. I wanted to know why did she came here? What made her shouting at me in such a rude manner?

“Rahul…! Did you keep your Mathematics Assignment 2?”

“Excuse me?!”

“……your Mathematics Assignment…?

….you won’t get your internal marks! You’ll fail for the University Exam. Why do you look like a dumb? Why aren’t you getting me?”

I kept mum! I didn’t say anything. But I asked her! I asked her how dare she came there like Mal comes in Cobb’s dream in Inception. Yes, why did she come here?

“DO YOU HAVE ANY PLANS TO SUBMIT IT? Keep your Assignment today itself! If not, I wouldn’t give….mar….!”, she retorted.

I was so romantic! I didn’t say anything else. I walked backwards to my apartment slowly. I had something in my mind; I wanted to ask her something. I walked… I walked slowly ahead through the flood gifted by my nature to me. I couldn’t accept that she came here. And.. I instantly turned back and asked,

“I’m at the peak stage of Romantic Mountain right now. Shall I write a poetry of my feelingswithinseconds instead of the assignment to be submitted today?”

I asked again, louder.

There was nobody behind me. She cunningly escaped after breaking my romance.

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