Aryan Venkat

My father is the most industrious personality that I've ever seen. He has got 2 daughters to get married, and many people from our family suffer red majored illnesses, and he has a built a home for us; yet he has been able to run our family out of debts, even before I've started earning a single rupee. I know I'm not a morning person - rising with sun is a difficult thing for me, wherein waking up at 3 O' clock everyday is a routine to my father. He then starts to the work he is the most skill-fulled at [agriculture]; he does the job of a tractor driver, meanwhile. I couldn't even learn to ride a motorbike, on the contrary. His skills are multi-faced. He told me this once -  "Learn to do every sort of work and leave it aside a corner of your brain. It will come in handy along your way, someday. " He can effortlessly do that job of working in the fields through which he fed us. He can even repair a cycle. He drives a motorbike or...

Fifteen years ago , a vivacious young girl charmed the heart of an innocent boy. Smelled like a jasmine, fairer than the full moon, quick of wit and of humour, well-behaved and kind-hearted girl she was, got everyone wanted to be around her. Introverted by nature, modest with behaviour, he never expressed his unflinching admiration to her. Time progressed , and she proved to be a star at school, walking over ranks and rewards. But he was stuck at the same place, smothered by her fragrance, awestruck at her elegance. Guilty of the defeat , he disappeared like smoke, pulling himself away from her. But he couldn't draw success any closer. Days turned even darker. And then she appeared , like landed straight from Heaven, out of nowhere in front of him. In a sparkling white outfit, fearlessly burning loud crackers, she was spreading smiles and joy to the children and the world around her. And to him , it was a moment of great luck! Opportunities knoc...

At the beginning of this week, I was determined to be disciplined. I was weary of staying back late at work, sleeping with blazing eyes, and not being able to call family everyday, and not finding time to reflect on my life — a seriously untidy way of living. I took a paper and pen, and started scribbling out a plan for my work week. After I finished several pages of what looked like a toddler’s doodles, I was ready with a schedule. The Goal#1 was to leave office on time! I don’t work in a high pressure environment, yet I’d been staying back late, thanks to the endless list of things that compete for my attention and ruin my concentration. I decided to bring a change in me, for real this time. I had written up many schedules earlier, but they only lived on paper. But now I chose to live the story. The first change I made in my way of life is waking up early, at 7AM (may not be early for some; someday I wish I’d join the 5AM club) I started the day off with a little ex...