You will be alright.

Take a deep breath.

Then take another one.

And another.

Keep doing this until you feel better.

If you don’t immediately, that’s okay. I know it seems overwhelming right now. Waves of anxiety crashing against the walls of your mind.

Funny thing is, it’s never one after the other. It’s always all at the same time, always in that chaotic, haphazard manner; always all at once.

On the bright side, you can do something about it. What you can do is… take action!

That’s right. Just take action. Any action pertaining to your life. Big or small, long or short, alone or with help… Just take action!

But also, take every action one small step at a time. The great doom called Future looms in the foreground, but focusing on it will only make things harder. There surely are a million things that might go wrong. But then again, there are surely many more things that will go right!

And besides, time will prove if its the right action. Let it take its own course. Don’t be too stressed about it. Taking action, any action, is half the battle anyways!

You will be alright. Trust me, you’ve got this!

Heya Bleedsters,

Here is a quick little posts for all those peeps who have anxiety, panic attacks or anything in that area. I like to take this mental approach when I am myself faced with overwhelming emotions and stress!

Yes, everything will be just fine. It’s just that in that moment of time, it feels like it won’t. But it always gets better. I promise. Trust this Internet stranger.



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Seclusion is bliss

Pic credits: Rithika Shetty

Pic credits: Rithika Shetty

My recent trip to the Mandangad Forest Camp surprised me.

For one, I didn’t think I would ever go there since it was so far away.

For another, I didn’t think I would ever enjoy it as much as I did.

On both counts, I was proven wrong.

Not only did I end up going there without making a big fuss about the distance, but I also ended up enjoying it to the fullest. It was one of those once in a lifetime trips with strangers that would serve as a turning point in my adult life.

No, nothing majorly creative happened there. So why was it a turning point?

Because one small thing did happen – I ended up making friends, I bonded with my colleagues on a whole different level and I thoroughly experienced the seclusion from society.

I always loved games like Minecraft and TV shows like Lost, which were all about survival. It was about being secluded on an island or in a forest, without any contact with the outside world, trying to survive. You were pushed into a situation that an introvert like me would find extremely uncomfortable. You had to talk to this huge group of strangers, some of whom you liked, some of whom you disliked and some of whom  disliked you. My trip to Mandangad was something like that. I got to live in a forest camp! And it was awesome!!

While there was nobody I disliked – and hopefully, there wasn’t anyone there who disliked me! – there were a ton of people I had never spoken to. There were so many connections to be made, and the shy guy inside of me always screamed ‘No!’ when I had to actually face these people. This was in office. This was in a highly competitive, depressing environment of a Multinational I.T. Company. But there, in Mandangad, there were no I.T. cubicles. There was just nature. There were no strangers. They were just people. And finally, there was no shy, introvert blogger who usually doesn’t fit in anywhere. There was just me.

The thing that was the single differentiating factor between this trip and the others in my past with a similar set up (like the Vadgaon trip with my childhood friends, or the Pawana trip with my office friends) was that this one did not have a cellphone range.

We were completely cut off from phone calls, internet, Whatsapp and all the other social media. If online social life was junk food, then at that camp, we were forced to eat salads!

At first, I found it strange. And unsafe.

What if somebody tried to kill me and take all my money? What if somebody locked me inside a shady room with a Gorilla? What if I was the sole witness to a murder and cellphone coverage was the only thing stopping me from reporting or preventing it?

That is when several things hit me. First, I have no money. And my family isn’t particularly rich. So, killing me would be a waste of the murderer’s time. Why bother? Ha.

Secondly, the only part of ‘Gorillas’ and other animals we would get to see the entire trip was their shit. Yes, there was a load of animal poo everywhere we went!

And lastly, I was a creative fellow. As if I would be that lucky to witness such creative incidents, pfft! If there had to be a murder to witness at that camp, it would be the neighboring tent’s resident’s diet. I mean, I overheard her in the morning, claiming she would only eat beans and fruits on the whole trip as a part of her luxurious diet; the same night, I saw her thoosofying* an entire chicken curry katori and some Gulab Jamuns. If that isn’t murder, I don’t what is!

On the safety front – If you must know, there actually was internet and cellphone coverage, but only at the reception, which was few kilometers away. So in order to make a call, or post your beautiful selfie online, you had to walk a few ways away from your cozy tent! And you know how lazy we millennials are!

Anyway, back to the point of this post.

I realized how much I didn’t miss it.

I never used to get many phone calls anyways. I am more of a ‘Whatsapp texts’ kind of guy. And as for Instagram and Facebook posts, I would have preferred posting them after my trip. I was in no hurry to show off the camp. That could wait!

And Whatsapp was also not on top of my lists. Not many “friends” wanted to text me anyways. Again, I was more of a face-to-face guy.

It was: Calls < Whatsapp Texts < Face-to-Face.

And besides, I had new friends to make. I had new stories to listen to. And for once, I wasn’t the talkative one!

It was the perfect mixture and balance of craziness.

I had the good fortune of listening to vibrant stories of break-ups, make-ups and office drama. I got to hear about funny stories, horror stories and embarrassing stories. I got to tell some of my own. I got to hear about experiences and life lessons. And it was exhilarating.

All because there was no internet coverage.

Pic credits: Rithika Shetty

Nobody was in a hurry to post their selfies or chat with their friends. It was the power of our laziness that forced us to actually talk with each other. And the soothing, calm tranquility of the forest only added to a melodious backdrop of Sanam Puri songs. Not to mention the cold night wind that kept lashing at our tents threateningly, as if to say ‘If you leave your tents to go to the reception so that you can use internet, I will freeze your socks off!‘…

I mean, the problem was never with me. I can last a few days without phone calls and Whatsapp. But others’ can’t. They always seem to have something better to do on their phones than to talk to each other.

Except, this time they couldn’t. And so, we ended up having a gala time.

It was an epiphany. All the time that I didn’t spend in the office in front of the computer, I would spend on my phone or laptop, chatting with people online or watching TV shows (and porn). My eyes would scream death. My head would spin at the end of the day when I closed my eyes, because it wasn’t used to calm, quiet peace. It wasn’t used to darkness. It wasn’t used to resting for so long.

That made me think; I obviously couldn’t just stop using my phone. And TV shows and (MOMS AND DADS PLEASE IGNORE THIS PART) porn were a healthy part of my lifestyle. But, I also could ensure that I contributed time to nature, to real people and to myself! I could definitely make sure that I didn’t have chats to reply to all the time on the weekends, or waste away my hours of bliss in front of Netflix, watching ‘Bird Box’! I need to live. I needed to be secluded from virtuality. I need to make new words. (Hey! Look at that, one task down!) I needed to talk to my family and friends, and strangers alike and see what they were doing. And above all, I needed to take my time off from the screen.

So that is my plan. It is, in all honesty, a lousy plan. And I am sure right after posting this, I will be back to Whatsapp-ing my life away.

But, like my dad says, never let the fear of failure stop you from trying something new! So I am going to do exactly that. I am going to, at least on weekends, uninstall Whatsapp and focus on life.

Because you know what, those who want to talk to you will find other ways of talking to you. And those who want to share the real beauties of their lives will do so without resorting to Instagram and Snapchat. And you will find your peace, your tranquility and a new charm to life by doing this.

Let’s see how it goes, eh? Let us see where this rocky road takes us. While social media – and cellphones by extension –  are an addiction, and this new mission of mine a seemingly lost cause… seclusion is bliss. dav And I could do with some bliss right now in life.


*thoosofying – the art of hogging food at the speed of a hungry Indian

Hey Bleedsters,
It has been a long time. This post originally was aimed towards me talking about seclusion from social media. But I knew that was a typical topic. I knew it was a cliche at this point. And I also knew I had to write a post about my trip to Mandangad.
So I thought, why not combine both! If Karan Johar could meld two different storylines to create Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, so could I. Although, not as well as him.
Please leave comments down below and let me know what you guys think!

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How do you define happiness?

I mean, what is the end goal? To be happy forever, starting RIGHT NOW? But then, will you get bored of happiness? If Thanos made you an offer of a lifetime: let him snap his fingers using the Infinity Gauntlet and he would grant you your dream, no terms and conditions – would that bring you happiness?

Is it the peak of the mountain, with the beautiful scenery, that’s happiness or is it the climb to the peak, with its own hardships and pitfalls that are actually the things that end up making you happy?

If I had my version of happiness, I would probably never truly be happy.

said by Me, 2018 in this blog post

You see yourself in that big, red chair. You are ordering someone around, importantly. You sit in front of a mahogany table that is smooth and polished. It’s an air conditioned room. The person you are ordering around is lucky to be around you. He wants to be you, one day. Or be better than you. Or maybe he simply likes your office. He wants it. He wants the chair. He wants the desk. He wants it all. Soon, he shall have it maybe.

Or maybe not. You don’t care; its yours after all! The chair was built for you, you stitched it’s fine lining not with your own blood and sweat but with the magical snap-wish. You might have had struggled to get it in that room under normal circumstances, in front of that pristine wooden desk. But Thanos gave you happiness, all with that one snap.

And now, you sit in it.

Below you, the eighty storeyed building houses your offices, providing employment to millions. And not just here, but all around the country. You have power. You are in control.

People love you. People love hating you. People want to grow old and have your life. People want to be born into your wealth. They only see the money, the power, the unwanted fame. They see the version of you that’s public – like an Instagram filter. They don’t see the real you.

But it doesn’t matter, right? You have power. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t build your wealth from the ground up. You are forty something years old and already a crorepati. You have a family waiting for you at home. Your wife loves you. The un filtered, non Instagram version of you. Your kids are too innocent to know your worth. They’re young, but they’re smart like you. One day, hopefully, they will be sitting in your chair.

You are in bliss. All it took was a snap of the Gauntlet.

You asked him, “What will it cost?”

He said, “Nothing.”

But in reality, it costed everything.

Because life isn’t about wealth, it isn’t about power, it isn’t about the happily ever after. Life isn’t about snap-wishing yourself into paradise. It isn’t about skipping everything and going ahead in life. Life is about the bumpy bus ride to Paradise, and not the Paradise itself.

You think that’s your happiness. You want that red leather chair. You want that wealth and power. You want success. But, you want it fast, and you want it now. You forget that it isn’t a vada pav. You can’t get it fast, you can’t get it now. And even if you could, even if Thanos could grant you that wish, that dream, it would be empty. Because, then what?

However if you would have faced the challenges, if you would have been pushed and pulled, gotten hurt and mended yourself, if you would’ve been pressured and abused, if you would’ve gone through emotions you never knew you could handle, if you would have seen things you never imagined, if you would’ve lived…

The pain, the suffering and finally the hard work – that wouldn’t ‘give’ you happiness.

That would become your happiness. And that’s how you define it!

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