Anish Nadh’s Blog

The rain was quite heavy, she unfolded her umbrella and strode towards the bus stop to college. She hadn’t completed her anatomy project work and wanted to bunk so bad. She kept checking her watch and her phone as she brisk walked to the bus stop. Her heart beat so loud, she could literally hear it. She walked past the bus stop towards a red car that had the wipers running slowly on the windshield. She peeked into the red Hyundai - i10 and there he was! Anirudh, chubby and cute just like actor Madhavan, her ultimate crush.  She looked around to ensure that no one else was watching her and hopped into his car with gusto.  Anirudh dropped Mahima to college everyday. She saved on travel expenses in exchange for some kisses, plus she got bragging rights; boyfriend, who looked like Madhavan,  dropping her in a Hyundai -i10 and all . She didn’t know if she would marry him, but Anirudh was quite sure.  But today was different. Remember? She wanted to bunk, so Anirudh called in sick and off to

I hear you weighing my words,  Observing my actions,  And snickering away,  Mocking everything, I say, I do.  Let me tell you this, I will not stay Where I am disrespected,  Thank your God, or your lucky star, You are blessed, with joints that move, I was not, I am not. So, I will look you in the eye,  Next time “friend”  And you will see me,  Showing You a finger. Because everytime I do these things,  I’m breaking a part of me,  To become who I am,  I’m in pain!  Pain you have never felt. So never play with me,  Or my feelings!  I will not stay! Hyenas don’t have a good reputation,  So don’t be one.  Be a wolf.  Leave the pack,  Change!  Transform into one lone werewolf   And howl at the full moon! 

I’m back, writing again! Got a little push from the book I’m reading, The courage to be disliked.  I started writing, not caring about what people thought about me. My writing is not grammatically correct, I’m not trained. But I believe, the more one reads (avoid Chetan Bhagat)  and writes, the better one gets at it.  There came a point where, too many people were reading my blogs and I was asked questions about my religious belief, faith, relationships and the hidden meanings in the blogs. I like to keep my secrets. I like to share some. I’m not an open book even to the closest friends. I keep a lot of secrets of other people too. But all the questioning really made me uncomfortable because along with me, I would be exposing close friends and family.   There was also too much pressure to sound smart and witty when I wrote something. It stopped being something I really enjoyed! I had this need to be liked.  Today, I have the balls to be disliked! So dislike me all you want! Ask questio