INDIAN WRINES

Social Media: A Platform for Modern Beggars. Beautiful social media sites like Facebook, Instagram and etc (I use only these two) give you the opportunity to share your precious, beautiful, wonderful and pretty pictures on it. (WOW! Told you something new here.) But social media also give a platform for modern beggars to beg. Don’t get it. I’m sure you will soon because you must have faced such beggars at least once in your career (Oh! You spend more than 12 hours on social sites; I thought this was your job). Let’s move on to that day when I faced such beggar and see what happened next... It was one beautiful day (the writer inside of me, starts every story like this), I was scrolling through my Facebook feeds seeing all the beautiful (edited) pictures of ugly people (from inside). Suddenly, a girl texted me. It was shocking, a girl texting me? WHAATT!! (Just kidding, I am a lady killer) Her text said, “Like my”. Yaa that’s it. I was wondering if she would l

Mother: A Saviour Even After Death Ashutosh, a 20-year-old, lived in Delhi, India. His mother was a businesswoman. She was falsely accused under the section 420, which led to a heart attack when she got the orders. Unfortunately, she died. It was a coincident or what to say but she died at 4:20 in evening. Ashutosh was obviously depressed about his mother’s death, he hated this hour of the day, 4:20. People were back bitching about his mother’s death timing. “How can she die exactly at 4:20, for sure she did something wrong and it is a sign from the god”, said a lady to her friend. Ashutosh ignored all of this. He trusted her mother. But Ashutosh lost his vision of life after his mother’s death. He shifted to Mumbai with his dad. A 20-year-old boy, the year when you decide your career, he lost his vision of life. He had no aims in life. It wasn’t him, but the days were running his life. He had no one to talk too. It wasn’t like people hated him, but who wants to

Indian Roads and Its Messiah Who do you think we going to talk about today? Yaa obviously about the Messiah (in the picture above) as mentioned in the title. But not just any Messiah, It is THE MESSIAH OF INDIAN ROADS!! Why do I call them the Messiah of Indian Roads? Okay, read further to know why- It was a family function that we (my family) had to go. Now although a family function but it was at an unknown place to us (my family). But we thought Google Maps will come to our rescue. WE THOUGHT (And just to inform you all in our family no one has more than a 3g network on their phone). My family is served by Wi-Fi and we have no relationship with internet once we get out of our house (If our 2G-3G network works then the story is ‘SLOWLY’ different). So we had a belief that Google Maps will help us. So we took on the roads for the trip, started our GPS, worked pretty well in the beginning until we got out of our society. After that, it showed its true c

A Perfect World With Not So Perfect People. *Serious Moment* (Just a reminder, please follow me, find it at the end of the blog if you are on phone, or it is beside the blog if you are on desktop) *Serious Moment Continue* Think of a serious tone in your head to give yourself those feels. I once asked a girl these questions: “Can a human live without flaws” “Do you believe you can be wrong?” “Why is that you always act so dumb?” While I was asking these unanswered questions I saw a fire in her eyes. I realized I am going to get a very strong answer from her. I thought, after that answer, I will die (like seriously why I thought so!). And then she said those fire words which I believed had the courage to kill me. “I am not perfect okay! No one is perfect. She said and left like a batsmen leaves the pitch when he gets run out, both abusing the person because of whom they had to leave. I was shocked by that fire answer and laug

The Angry Indian: Unleash Of The Underdog Legends *I am not an anti-nationalist or anything. It’s just I have a brain, like every other human, but being used well (like logically you know).* First question! Why anyone does get angry? Like seriously why? Maybe because a person's ego get hurt. Like it’s a ‘maybe’ from my side because I am just assuming. I am not a scientist doing research on this so pardon my assumption if you didn’t like.😂 Now in this country where I live, India, sentiments of people here are too easy to hurt. Like running a 100 m race with a 2 year old kid is more difficult then hurting an Indian’s ego. Okay yaa stupid comparison never mind.😅 See, I love my country like everyone else does but I love my country while having a questioning brain. I question when I don’t understand things. I used to question in my school too and I question the people of India too because logic of some people/groups in India are so damn awesome, that I feel y