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Here's what I learned in 7 years of blogging

7 years ago I started my blog. And I entered the magical world of writing. I was living in the Boston suburbs. After finishing my work and household chores, I still had some spare time. I remember the exact moment I clicked the 'B' icon on Google and I created a Blogger account. I knew only two Bloggers that time - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I had no idea what it takes to be an accomplished blogger, but I was excited to be a part of a community which is independent and expresses its views without any inhibition. I must say, it has been an amazing journey only because I have learned so much.

I started by writing poetry, then I started writing articles and now I can write anything. Professionally, I am a content writer for a couple of websites. I ghostwrite for two more agencies based out of North America. I write sponsored articles on my blog. I tweet, post Facebook statutes, answer Quora questions, and mention brands on Instagram for money. Brands even consult me for social…

Rewind - March 2020

I didn't write much this month. Covid-19 gave me many sleepless nights. I wish it just goes away miraculously. Maintain social distance and stay safe everyone.

Date Content 03/02/2020 गीली मिट्टी की ख़ुशबू की तरह दो आँसू क्या गिरे तेरी यादें महक गई
Geeli mitti ki khushboo ki tarah Do aansoo kya gire teri yaadein mehak gayi 03/05/2020 दर्द पीते-पीते इतने थक गये  चार घूँट शराब मरहम बन गयी 
Dard peete-peete itne thak gaye Chaar ghoont sharab marham ban gayi 03/12/2020 दो अपनों के बीच इतनी दूरी  एक ही घर में गैरों की तरह रहते हैं
Do apno ke beech itni doori Ek hi ghar mein gairon ke tarah rehte hain 03/16/2020 तुम इश्क़ की तीली लगा कर तो देखो  मैं सस्ती बीड़ी की तरह जलने को तैयार हूँ 
Tum ishq ki teeli laga kar toh dekho Mein sasti beedi ki tarah jalne ko taiyaar hun 03/17/2020 Poets, lovers and artists strongly believe in the therapeutic power of two things - hugs and alcohol.

Main lut gayi, main barbaad ho gayi, usne mera content chura liya wale siyaape kaun kare!

I love writing - that's an understatement. I've written in situations where normal people go mad. But because I'm already insane, I find sanity in pen and paper. Many years ago when a CA copied most of my poems on his blog, I was flabbergasted. But after ranting for 2 hours, I was so bored, I gave up on him. I have to say it again - he was dumb. He copied the title of one poem and text of another to compile a blog post. Poem on divorce had the title of one-night stand poetry. Forget plagiarism, I was offended ki meri protagonist ko usne characterless bana diya.
Then a Delhi based publishing house did it. The guy abused me for pointing out his folly. Blogger this, blogger that - he sang for a week. He was in Delhi, I was in New York. He was so desperately miserable to save his face, I wanted to hold a candle march for him at Times Square with a placard - Shanti de bhagawan aapko. The icing on the cake was when the casting director of one of the biggest production houses in I…

Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you.

Like that cigarette slowly burning between your fingers, I burn too. Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you. The only difference - you can buy your addiction - but I can't win over you in a million years. The only similarity - you crush both cigarette butts and my hopes multiple times a day under your feet. You are one cruel b*****d.
Oh man, why I still love you so very much? I think about that a lot sober. There has to be a reason for this unwavering, almost God-like devotion towards you. For the life of me, I can't find an answer to that question.
I don't know why I want to walk barefoot on a black beach with you. Watch the sunset - and - watch your features turn into a beautiful silhouette. As the evening would sink into darkness and we will lay on the beach to watch the stars and crescent moon - I want to smell the salty ocean on your skin. Then when you will try to light that f*****g Goldflake and put it between your lips, I will throw it awa…

I'm a poetry book in love with a Shakespeare play

We were two books, Stacked on the same shelf. In an old library, Where requited lovers came for help.
There were a few books between us, Never were we ever close. There was a one-time guy who borrowed me, Left for the girl who borrowed you a rose.
You smelled lovely for over a month, Then the fragrance tapered away. I was so horny for you, From the mid of April till the end of May.
Did you notice? I actually fell for you one night. Thinking an amateur would put me mistakenly, Next to you to make things right.
A silly girl placed me in the morning,  Just across of you on the desk. You looked so hot from there, My patience was put to test.
I flipped, heaved and sighed, They thought under the ceiling fan. Those loveless people wouldn’t know, In how many ways I desired you man.
I was all a poetry book, You were a Shakespeare play. An affair between us, Wouldn’t have been such a cliche.
You used to go away, For months sometimes. Not that I missed you dearly, But reading a play so slowly s…

Rewind - February 2020

A few good, bad and ugly things I wrote this February.

Date Content 02/02/2020 We are all teacups - fragile and designed to hold warmth inside. 02/03/2020 अंधेरे में तो परछाईं भी साथ छोड़ देती है  और हम लोगों से उम्मीद लगाए बैठे हैं
Andhere mein toh parchhai bhi saath chhod deti hai Aur hum logon se umeed lagaye baithe hain 02/03/2020 कोई ले जाए डॉक्टर को दिखाए जरा भी सुनता नहीं मेरी  इस दिल के कान ख़राब है 02/03/2020 Even if you pour gasoline and burn them alive - memories will still reek of you. 02/03/2020 The intimacy we share in long pauses can put sex to shame. 02/04/2020 तेरे बाद भी जो रहेगा पूरा  बस ऐसा इश्क़ करने की गुस्ताख़ी की है मैंने
Tere baad bhi jo rahega pura Bas aisa ishq karne ki gustakhi ki hai maine

We are all lonely. Terribly lonely.

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs in a crowded place out of sheer loneliness. And sink on the concrete floor with my head tucked between my knees. I want someone to look into my empty eyes and read my story. Then comfort me with a hug.
But I stand quietly in the corner of this posh restaurant smiling politely at the couples walking into it with their fingers interlocked. They wait for their table. I wait for mine. In the meantime, I stand there alone, a thousand thoughts run a marathon inside my tiny head. What have I done to deserve it -- is one such thought.
Sometimes I talk to others. Those who appear to have it all. After 15 minutes of easing into the conversation, I find they are no less miserable. If I'm a Siberian desert - cold and barren, they are Sahara - few people come to visit them - a very few walk with them under the scorching circumstances. Deep down, we are all lonely. Terribly lonely. We all seek one person with whom we can share that loneliness. 
I w…

Rewind - January 2020

I've mild OCD. I have an inherent desire to store, stack and organize my stuff. Having said that, I do lose track of many things. This year, I started organising my writing date-wise. I just need to know that I practise nearly every day to hone my craft. So here's what I wrote in January 2020.

Date Published
नमक के व्यापारी निकले दोस्त मेरे  मुट्ठी दो मुट्ठी मेरे ज़ख्मों पे छिड़क जाते हैं
Namak ke vyapaari nikle dost mere Mutthee do mutthee mere zakhmo pe chidak jaate hain
इतने हसीन हो आप  मेरा दिल ही नहीं मौसम भी आहें भरता है
छोटे-बड़े की बात न करें  छोटी सी चिंगारी भी बहुत बड़ी आग लगा सकती है
Chhote-bade ki baat na karein Chhoti si chingari bhi bahut badi aag laga sakti hai 01/09/2020 मन मेरा सफ़ेद चादर तुम हल्दी वाला दाग इतनी आसानी से उतरोगे नहीं 01/10/2020 A pure heart and a dirty mind - that’s what heaven must look like. 01/10/2020 ये तो हौंसलों की चमक है  कि हफ्ते दर हफ्ते वो हसीन होती गई 01/13/2020 <