Lyf....An Irresistable Crush

 Some ppl pick swords…some stay quiet...me,I throw words. They come out raw, unpolished…straight frm my mood. Somtyms, I tease ppl mercilessly n still get away wid it…somtyms poke where others just scroll past.I ain’t here to post bait...I ain’t here to beg fr likes. I just drop lines dat either sting, soothe or stick...depends how u read me.N may b dat’s y ppl either vibe wid me… or can’t stand me fr a sec.No middle lane...lolz! So if ur here lookin fr filters n fakery…wrong door man!Bt if ur here fr raw edges,messy truths n convos dat don’t die easy...welcome,its vry much me.

There’s a place near #RedFort that still holds a part of me...#PresentationConventSchool..where I spent 2006 to 2018 growing up.Even now,frm far away, I often find myself wandering its campus in my dreams...and it makes my heart feel lighter.The campus had its own quiet charm. As soon as you step inside the gates,the noise of Chandni Chowk fades.The long verandas wid their arches always stayed cool,evn in Delhi’s blazing summers...Classrooms opened to bright corridors n evry corner carried a memory...soft whispers between classes, d sound of notebooks flipping,laughter echoin down the hall...The courtyard was everything...those morning assemblies under d sky,our games periods,our divided skirts n our silly dramas...sheer fun! At recess, we’d rush to d benches under d gulmohar trees, sharin lunchboxes n stories,dat felt huge back then.The building wasn’t fancy bt it felt solid n familiar...like our second home. The arches,d worn stair rails, evn d old notice boards seemed like they hd s...

 #Twitter… my all tym crush…but tbh…the moment India n Pak step on the cricket field, everything gets contaminated.😒Flood of hate posts…all that fun n pleasant stuff…gone. All that makes Twitter feel like heaven… disappears...It’s literally like a Tom n Jerry show…😉 India chasing Pak,Pak teasing India… everyone screaming,everyone cheering…chaos everywhere...Ppl picking sides, memes flying like missiles,fuck nope! The little laughs...the tiny warmth…all buried under this madness.😏 I wish if some miracle cud happen... somehow🤔 Till then...I scroll…sigh… n enjoy #Twitter…on other days…when it’s still my all tym crush…my heaven…😊

 Today,India didn’t just win a cricket match, they wrote another proud page in history. Beating Pakistan by 7 wickets in the Asia Cup wasn’t merely a victory on the scoreboard, it was a peaceful, thundering reminder: sometimes the loudest answer doesn’t need weapons, it only needs a bat and a ball. On the field, Team India delivered what felt like a surgical strike, not on a battlefield, but on the pitch.Call it Operation Sindoor, still continuing, yet carried out in the spirit of sport and pride.Every boundary, every wicket felt like a quiet, dignified slap to the faces of those who mistake violence for strength.For many of us, this win carries an emotional weight, it stands as a symbolic tribute to the innocent lives lost in tragedies like the Pahalgam terror attack.While cricket cannot heal every wound, victories like these remind us that unity, resilience n grace under pressure can honour those memories far more powerfully than anger ever could. India didn’t just beat Pakistan,...

 Sometimes even the places you love most can turn a little unfamiliar. Like this evening, on my favourite platform, when a simple match,India vs Pakistan,turned into a battlefield of words.I got carried away… blinded by my own nationalism. I let my bias spill out,and for a moment,I wasn’t proud of what I said.What stings more isn’t just the shame of being politically one-sided but the way it made the bond with that familiar voice from across the line who’s ribbed me more times than I can count feel strained.He’s been more than just another account on my timeline,almost a father figure to me.And yet,I let a game and a border come between that easy, warm space we had. It’s a small thing in the world’s noise  but inside,it felt huge. Awkward...Heavy.And I hate that I let it get there.Without his like or comment, my posts don’t just feel ordinary,they feel a little emptier,like something’s missing that only he could give.

 This blog is a sincere tribute to my Guru on the occasion of the 350th year of his martyrdom. History has witnessed dark times when tyranny sought to crush the soul of faith. In the 17th century, Aurangzeb ordered that Kashmiri Pandits abandon their belief and embrace Islam or face the sword.At that hour of despair,it was only my Guru, Guru Tegh Bahadur Ji,who rose to shield them.Under his divine shelter,they found the courage to resist, and through his sacrifice, India was saved from losing its very culture and faith. Guru Ji chose not his comfort, not his throne, but his very life for the noble cause of protecting freedom of belief.His sacrifice was not for Hindus alone, not for Sikhs alone,but for humanity itself,for every soul’s right to worship freely. At that time,Guru Gobind Singh Ji was just nine years old.Yet with a fearless spirit,he urged his father to go forward for the cause of truth. A child with the heart of a lion proving that courage is not bound by age but by the...