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Yesterday was yesterday’s today
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
Tomorrow is tomorrow’s today

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Weeks, months, years
Time flies like an arrow

All of our todays
We work for tomorrows
But tomorrow only sends today

In our todays
If we only do what we did yesterday
Future merely becomes a tomorrow of yesterdays

- Akash Gadiya

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Like the things we waited for
But which never arrived
Like the thoughts in our head
When sleep takes over
Like the hazy dreams
Of the night before
This is a poem
That will soon be forgotten

Like decayed memories
That are bound to fade
Like childhood dreams that die
Little by little
Like some work of art
That is doomed to oblivion
This is a poem
That will soon be forgotten

Like small recognition
Received for personal achievements
Like great triumphs
And most crushing defeats
Like every love we shared
Every tear we shed and hope we held
This is a poem
That will soon be forgotten

-Akash Gadiya

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“They laugh at me because I’m different; I laugh at them because they’re all the same.” — Kurt Cobain [Image source]

It’s been 68 days since I have been brushing my teeth using my left hand, 17 days of sleeping without a pillow. 7 months of going without watching the television. 7 years since I changed my Instagram profile picture. 9 years since I have been using the same helmet with skull caps. 7 years since I have been using my first laptop regularly.

I noted the dates of each day when I cut my fingernails and got an haircut for nearly a year. Completed four 10K and 5K running events in last two years. Did a Himalayan Trek in winter. Led a group of IIM students on another Himalayan Trek. …

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I wanted to explore world literature this year and started with the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami. Next, I moved to Nikolai Gogol — one of the greatest Russian writers of his time. I came back to Murakami then, because his beautiful writing haunted me. An American classic by Harper Lee was the next choice, followed by some heart-rending poetry by Rupi Kaur, an Indian-born Canadian.

On the reading front, my year began on a grand note and went on at a good pace. But only until I picked up a bestselling non-fiction on Psychology and Behavioral Economics that I found quite interesting but unrelentingly detailed. It took me months to get through this one. Partly because it is a slow and heavy read that cannot be digested like a novel, and partly due to work pressure that did not allow me sufficient time to read. …

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I passed him quietly at first, then few steps later, walked back to him. “Ek photo lu?” I asked. “Haan” he said, nodding his head. Unfortunately, he batted his eyelid just when I clicked.

They wander in a spiritual quest
Living on the generosity of strangers
Their appearance, in itself
A form of artistic expression
An ode to the god they worship

Some have vermilion
Smeared on their forehead
Others have sandalwood ash
Some adorn saffron robes
Others black loincloths

They wear chains and bracelets
Made of strings of beads
Chanting the name of the divine
All day and night
Beads in hands, prayers on lips

I wonder where they come from
I know where they are going
Led by their spiritual quest
To a place where they
Do not want to be found

These devout holy men
Bask in the sunshine
Wander on the streets
Of Haridwar and Rishikesh
Dip in the holy Ganga

Their appearance is bold
Their devotion, strong
Their ways of worshiping, different

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Being a quiet person is not easy, it comes with its own share of problems. Ask the one who first comes to your mind when we talk about quiet people and he/she will probably tell you why.

Our society has a long tradition of trying to define what’s normal, maybe because we find it difficult to accept the fact that we are all unique in our different ways. However, often loud is treated as normal and extroverts are favored over introverts.

There are many wrong ideas and assumptions about quiet people floating around that does not make it any easier. …

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“Do you believe in afterlife?” Asked one dream to another. [Image Source]

what if i tell you
there’s an island of
far out there

where empty crazy
unaccomplished abandoned
land after their death

where myriad dreams
float in stale air
like flaccid ghouls

you can catch as many
like a dreamcatcher
to hear
their shattered stories
their mournful songs

a pang of
is bound to seize you
and you’d wonder
how good would it be if

if only history showed reverence
for our ruined dreams
like it does for
ruined works of
art and architecture

-Akash Gadiya

But can a game which has no real-world consequences be your life?

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The possibilities in sports are so infinite, just like life. [Image Source]

Currently, I am at that stage of being a Messi fan where I do not really care to debate with people about his supremacy in the game. There used to be a time — a stage of being a Messi fan, rather — when i used to fiercely contest in every Messi Vs Ronaldo debate. Now, I hardly feel the need to do that because I have somewhere peacefully accepted the fact that he is the GOAT. The greatest of all time. I have settled for him irrespective of the misses and losses.

If you ever had a chance to ruminate over our involvement in sports, you will be astonished at the degree of our emotional investment in the games. There are winning and losing sides in all games, but when we are so invested in a game, winning and losing is not just another thing, it is everything. This is no new phenomenon though. It has been this way since the very beginning. From the time you played gully cricket in your short-pants and football during the lunch hour at school. We were always hell-bent on winning. This feeling of nail-biting intensity does not last too long, it may fade a little after the game is over but those moments when we are in it, we are totally invested. It is almost as though our entire life depends on it. …

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Ever wondered what connection we share with the mountains? [Image source]

Being a silent and socially awkward person and having missed various get-together’s, parties and outings, I have ended up disappointing many who often remark ‘Bhaad mein ja’ which is Hindi for ‘Go to hell’ or ‘Get Lost’. While that is rude and impudent, what hurts more is why they wouldn't say ‘Pahad mein ja’ instead. Go to the mountains, get lost. That would be so wonderful, don’t you think?

Ever since my trek to the Himalayas in the chilly winter last year, I have been yearning and itching for another elevation. The mountains are calling, but my weight is making me wait. After a month of rigorous weight training and dieting, I had managed to put on 3 kilos of body mass just before setting out for the trek. In the trek though, I ended up losing 5. Which took me another 2 months to recover. The growth rate hasn’t been as impressive now as it used to be. After all, nothing makes you wait like your weight does. …

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This is the right time for Something. This is also not the right time for everything other than Something. [By LUM3N on Unsplash]

everything comes
to us at the right time
doesn’t it?

but tell me one thing
how is the track record
of Right Time?

does it have
a good record of
coming at the right time?

does Right Time
always come at the
right time?

and even if
it does or does not
who decides?


Akash Gadiya

Half writer, half web & graphic designer, half baked entrepreneur & a halfwit. Writes on life lessons, books, cinema, love and technology.

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