Just Hold On

“What do you do when a chapter ends?‬
‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬
‪Where do you go when your story’s done?‬
‪You can be who you were or who you’ll become
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling just hold on”

Oh we are back here. Sorry didn’t realized your presence but that’s not my fault. The song is great and trust me, once you go through this track you will forget the world too.
Well if not, can’t comment on your taste (personal feelings, can’t afford to hurt that).
Sorry i forgot again.

Welcome to the another installment of The Wednesday Blogs . Well the previous post didn’t got that much viewership but that’s OK (not that much, but still it’s fine).
Shall I start?
Lets go then.

Last two weeks went quite uneasy, weak and full of bed rest. Yes i fell sick. But this time it hit me hard. It started on monday morning with mild weakness which was accompanied by 104F fever in the evening. Tuesday was also not that different but it came with a surprise. I got severe rashes on my face. As per the medical consultation, i was suffering from a severe viral fever. And rest of the days went with uneasiness and lost of sleep.
Yes i was sleeping like a bear. Waking up at 8:30 in morning and again caught by sleep by 10 am. Then waking up at 1:30 – 2:00 pm, eating lunch like a bird and again sleep till evening. And even after this much sleep, i closed my eyes by 10:00 pm. So overall i was sleeping for 14 hours a day (approx). Well i’m recovered now but still some aftereffects are there (i’m not going to discuss the details of that, come on, why should i tell you that i was pissed off by the viral? Why?). But guys, take your health and hygiene as a serious priority and when a guy like me says this, you need to consider it (no no, don’t think I’m a guy with biceps and six or eight packs, ultra legends have curves).
While i was on my bed rest i had lots of free time to think, overthink and daydream. And there comes a crucial and sensitive thought.

“Where do i see myself in next 5 years?”

This is a question which hunts me every night. It feels so terrible to be a 21 year old piece of chunk with no future plans at all. You know what’s the worst thing in it?
I know it.

I’m a person with dreams. Call it a visit to Paris or the room with some books and blu-rays. I want to go on road trip but i want that cruiser from my own money. My childhood was great and so was my teen-hood. But i’m standing at a point from where i have to do something for myself, for my family, for my partner (no i’m not in a relationship because ultra legends are friend-zoned too and i’m talking about the future one) (if you don’t know what i’m talking about check The Letter…….).
Well last night i had a short but rather meaningful discussion with my friend. Somehow that cleared my mind by some extent but still, the dilemma is there.

That’s all for today.
If you have some suggestions for me, leave down in the comment section.
And never forget, you are one of your kind. Don’t change yourself (unless it is for good).
Believe in yourself.
Embrace your life.
Learn to love.
Learn to live.

“Because I’m Participating, You have to take part too.”


Every incident described here took place in last 2 weeks of my life.

But why now?

Have some patience and read further.

(Make sure you have some eatables along with you.)

Let’s start?


The Push

Wednesday 29th March

It started as a normal day. Nothing as special to mention. I and my friend were volunteers for the IT Fest that was going to take place on 30th March (the very next day). So we were busy calling other colleges informing them about the various events and confirming their visit.
While I was busy (not that much) I got a call from a friend from another college. As she was representing her institution in two events at the IT fest, she wanted to know about the details of the other day.
Guess what?

While I was telling her about my chores for that particular day she told me to participate in the debate competition.
Wait what? (That was my expression at that time.)
She repeated the same lines two times.
“It’s your college and I’m telling you to take part in the debate competition. Why? Because I’m participating in two events, you will participate in at least one event too.”

I tried my best to resist but you can’t argue with a girl and especially when the girl is your best friend. It took me around 2 hours to decide. But finally, I registered my name for the debate competition.

The Preparation

The Same Evening
The competition was in less than 24 hours and it required a team of two students. I managed to find a partner.
But what about the content?

I think that day the fate also decided to piss me off. I left my evening class at 7P.M. It took me another 20 minutes to reach home. Another few minutes to resettle.
So approximately I sat at 8P.M. with my laptop, totally numb and unaware what to do.
So I started with embracing the god’s gesture, Googling the aspects of the topic.

After 2 hours of research and another few hours of writing I was ready with my 5 page content.
So by 12 A.m. I was sitting with my stack of sheets which I have to prepare (verbally) and present the next day.
The D-Day

Thursday 30th March

What a good start of day.
Well it’s never too hard to increase the blood pressure of an Indian father. That day, the same thing happened. My dad was pissed on me for not waking up on time as I had to leave by 8 that day. But I woke up at 7:10 and I was ready to leave by 7:50 but still, please don’t ask.

So I took a cab to my college and reached there by 8:30 (morning traffic). And guess what, I was the one who reached so early (finally something to be proud of). I called my friends and my debate partner. Well they were at their homes and I was at the college gate.
(Skip to next hour)

So the very next hour I was with my friends (but still my debate partner was on his way).
And then there comes a call. I had to go back to the college entry to get my friend. It took me 2 calls to find her location (such a dumb I am) but that’s not my problem. After all no one can find a person hiding behind a SUV (unless it’s a mountain).

Finally, my partner arrived and we registered for our event. Fortunately we were last to present. Don’t ask about my condition.


Ground Zero: Showtime

Our event started at 12 afternoon.

I was so terrified and scared that it is unexplainable. In my 3 years of college life, it was the very first time I took part in any competition. Add to it, my stage fear.
All of my competitors were way more experienced and presented their institutions at various events (including a university level winner) and on the other side, it was me. If there’s something way deeper than rookie, I was that person.

Then there comes some terrible shocks.

1st: We cannot take help from our sheets on the stage.

2nd: All of the other teams were way more experienced than I thought.
3rd: The culprit who pushed me down from the cliff was not there to attend my event because her timings were clashing with mine.

All of the three were enough to make me feel more horrible.
Well it started, then comes my turn. It was going great until I forgot some lines (in the end). Somehow I managed to survive the fall.
By the time I stepped down the stage I was not expecting for any prize but I gained some confidence and I decided that I will take part in another events in the coming future.

End of the day

Later on I joined my friends and attended other events (as a spectator). Not that interesting nor boring.
Overall it was a day well spent also because I met my best friend after a long time for a long time.
Here’s one more surprise. We both won second prize for our respective events. It was way more surprising for me and I’m still wondering how it happened.
On the end note I like to thank you for pushing me off the cliff. I never imagined myself at that stage speaking for next 4 minutes (yes I still miss your presence that time).

By the way did I told you that you were looking beautiful that day?
I think yes.