Staying off the Internet…

So, the internet has become an inseparable part of our daily lives. I spend my days switching from youtube to instagram to facebook to twitter and the day passes without having accomplished much of anything. I cannot even imagine how I would spend my day without the internet.

So I wondered, could I spend a day without internet? What would I even do? I guess it would be a challenge. Only one way to find out. I am going to be offline for a whole day, starting right now, I guess. So, ba-bye! I will share my experience of staying off the internet for 24 hours tomorrow or the day after! Have a nice day, and keep smiling.

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Writing is hard…

Writing for blog is hard. Especially when you try to make it a daily thing, and try to write something worthwhile to post everyday. You seem to run out of words, or rather, the right words to express your thoughts. Everyone has those days where they just can’t write even though their head is filled with new ideas and thoughts. I am having one of those days today.

There is no point in forcing yourself to write something when your heart is not on it. That would just suck the joy out of writing. Honestly, if you are not happy with what you are writing yourself, there is no way others will enjoy it. So I decided to not force myself to write, even if I had promised myself to try to upload something worthwhile daily from now on.

Instead, I just doodled a bit today. Here is one. Check out my IG for more: https://www.instagram.com/saurav.says.so/

I will try to write something nice again in the coming days. Until then. See ya! And to the random stranger on the internet reading this article rant ,whatever this classifies as, I hope you have a wonderful day full of smiles.

Random Doodles- Music

Because music is my escape. So I put on my earphones and disappear into a world of fun.😊🎧🎵🎶

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Coffee…

I really, really like coffee. I guess I am addicted to its bitter taste. People say I drown myself in my coffee, and honestly, it certainly feels that way. But that doesn’t make me any less happy. Sometimes I do feel like I would jump into a pool of coffee with a smile. 😊

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Wishing upon a Shooting Star

When I was little, I hoped to one day wish upon a shooting star. I had a list of things I would wish from that shining object in the sky so far.

But years went by without me seeing a star shooting through the sky to grant a wish of mine. And Blink-182 told me through one of their songs that the star I would wish upon, did not shine.

More years went by and doubts started forming in my head. As I attended high school, my books of science confirmed that the stars, light years away, were in fact dead.

Soon I forgot my wishes as time passed and my life went on. And one day, I woke up, unable to fall back asleep, decided to go for a walk before the rising of the sun.

As I was heading out, I unintentionally glanced at the dark, night sky. There I saw the shooting star that had for years acted shy.

I smiled with joy, looking at it, unable to wish from the list I had forgotten to hoard. But for some reason I felt warmth inside, so I closed my eyes and wished to keep feeling that in my life, a happiness beyond something I can word.

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Finding Peace In The Night Sky

A dark, black canvass, with glitters sprayed at random. There is a certain charm to the night sky that just makes my heart flutter. The chilly night wind for some reason warms my heart while my body shivers. The twinkling of the star makes me smile without a second thought. Since when did I start enjoying the night sky so, I do not know. But this feeling has been there for a long time and my heart will not let go.

It may sound weird when I say I feel the light of hope when I am staring at the dark night sky. It may sound ridiculous when I admit I feel a warm happiness inside when the cold, night breeze flows through me. It may sound unscientific when I say that I enjoy looking at my shadow cast by the light of the moon, for the moon has no light of its own and is just reflecting the sunlight.

When I look at the night sky, I find calmness, a feeling of serenity. My mind flashes with memories of days long gone and imaginations of scenes that never took place. In front of my eyes the sky turns into a canvass and my brain an artist, painting with a brush called fantasy. And as I am lost in these thoughts, I snap back to reality. My wild dreams are gone and I am left with the starry night sky. Stars so far, yet so bright. A sky I cannot hope to touch, can only see, yet I unknowingly smile looking at it, for I find peace in the night sky.

I wonder, is there someone out there who feels the same way? I wonder, if they will ever come across what I have written here, and relate to what I have to say?

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Its been awhile since I last wrote. Sorry if this was a little rusty.

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Why I write…

65 days. It has been 65 days since I last posted in my blog. Why did I stop? I do not know. I could say I was too busy with college and pre-board exams and what not, but that would just be making excuses. I did not post because I did not write. I did not write because I forgot why I write. However, now I remember.

I write because I like it. It is as simple as that. I like writing, letting my emotions take form of words in a paper, creating characters and giving them powers and abilities that I will never have. I like writing because through it I can create a world of my imagination, where the sky is red and the apple is blue, and Hedwig never died. I can create an alternate universe where my workshop teacher is a vampire slayer, my classmate is a ghost in an abandoned lighthouse. I can give life to non living things, make windows sentient, and have them argue with each other. I can see my words rhyme, and create a detective who solves a crime. All that was cramped inside my head, I can let it all flow out, and even if its crazy, stupid or weird, I feel proud, and I like that feeling.

Why do I share it?

I don’t know. I write, and I could keep it to myself. But I feel like I should share it. Everytime before I post, I am afraid. Afraid of being judged, afraid of being criticised, afraid of being misunderstood, or afraid of being understood correctly and being laughed at. I ask myself, “Is this worth it?” but before I think of the answer, I share it. Then I realise. In this big, big world, there will always be atleast one person who might read my writing, be inspired by it, or relate to it, or enjoy it, or just find some joy from reading it. For someone out there, I am giving shape to their own imagination. Every post I write, is like a letter, telling that one person, “You are not alone.” Realising this reminds me why I write. Even if my writings are bad, stupid, crazy, weird or just a plain trash, for that one person, it is a beautiful trash. So, I write, and I share, because for that one person that I didn’t even know existed, my writing might be just what they needed. That is what I think, because that is how I feel when I hear other’s stories. I relate to them, and I hope someone relates to me.

So, if you are that person who was waiting for my post, I am sorry that I haven’t posted for so long. I am going to write and post when I can. I guess college can really get in the way of my blog.(I should correct that in my bio.) Sorry, if this post was unusual. I usually hand-write a draft, and then upload it, making some adjustments, which I did not do with this post, because I thought it should be more honest and straight from the heart. So, stay awesome. And if you are facing a tough time, hold your head high, look up at the sky, and give a big smile. Nothing lasts forever. Not even my break from blogging.

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I apologize if this post felt awkward.

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That didn’t go as f***ing Planned

“That didn’t go as f***ing planned.” I don’t know who came up with this quote, but this describes the story of my life in six words. I don’t usually plan, but when I do, it never goes according to the plan. I plan a trip, a gathering, or sinply a study time for my exams, and in the end, I am left with a disoriented chaos. My plans have failed, surprisingly, so many times that I am no longer surprised at their failure. However, with age comes wisdom. I have become wiser, and now, when I am about to plan or do something, my wise soul tells me, “This isn’t going to go as f***ing planned.”

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A Rant of a Forty year old Me… probably

I don’t remember how many seasons have gone by since then, but I remember it was spring. Back then I was unaware of the consequences that day would bring. It started as a day like any other, and like always, I expected what lied ahead to be a bother. That day for me was a holiday, but I was not expecting anything awesome to come my way.

I was doing my own thing, when I got a call, and what I heard left me jumping around the hall. It was from my girlfriend, and she was back, and it had been many years since we sat down with a joke to crack. I got dressed and raced liks a jet, back to the place we first met.

Later I met her and she said she had something to say. I listened quietly and did as she asked, for she always got her way. I did as she asked and followed her home, where she told her father about us, and when I saw his glare, I knew then that I was trapped in a cage, unable to roam.

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The Cherry Blossom Tree

Kenshi Tora looked at the cherry blossom tree in his garden. The pink leaves falling from the tree looked beautiful. It was a view of serenity. However, he could not feel it. He was the head of his clan, The Tora, meaning the tiger, and the pouncing tiger in the clan’s flag had seen many battles. The leaves falling in serenity reminded him of those battles, with the crimson blood and the chaos.

Kenshi was the Daimyo of his region, a feudal Baron of Japan. He was considered to be the strongest and bravest among his peers, his might overshadowed only by the Emperor himself. A thousand men with swords made by the best blacksmiths in the region followed him. They were his samurai who followed his every command. They would die and kill on his word, but alas, in this time of countless wars and battles, many would fall, and they wouldn’t stand up again, even if the Baron commanded them to. A bitter truth that Kenshi had realized after seeing countless men fall before him, their blood dropping, like the leaves of a Cherry blossom tree.

Kenshi had gained a lot over the years with his strenght and might. Wealth and power, they all grew after every fight. Although Baron Tora had gained a lot from the countless wars of feudal Japan, Kenshi Tora had lost much more. He saw his father bleed out in the field of battle. He had seperated with his friends in the battleground, like leaves seperating from a branch, never to unite again. But his greatest loss came elsewhere, far away feom the bloody massacres of battle.

It was after his dominant victory of the Northern provinces. It was his greatest achievement to date, and he could not wait to return home to share the news with his family. He returned with his men, full of joy from the win. However, that joy did not last long, for as soon as he opened the door to his room, he felt weak and fell to his knees. His men rushed to him, but they too were dumb at the sight in front of them. His wife, in a beautiful Kimono with cherry blossom leaves printed on it, was lying motionless on the bed with their infant son, blood coming out of their slashed throats.

It had been three years, but the pink leaves falling from the tree reminded Kenshi of that ill fated night, of the helplessness he felt. No matter how hard he tried to forget, he was once again grief stricken by the reminder of his greatest loss. This was too much. He did not want to be reminded again. He picked up his axe and chopped down tge Cherry Blossom tree.

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