“But I might fall and hurt myself hard.” she said. Of course there are chances you will fall and hurt yourself. But you have to get up, climb again and try harder. Get up with the thought that you can do it. Climb with the thought that this one is definitely the last climb and jump with the thought that you’re flying.

Every goal in life requires passion and patience. If you have the passion to do it with all your heart without expecting anything in return, it’ll soon be yours and once you have the patience to achieve it, trying a million times and harder every time won’t tire you even a bit.

I love to attach my small-term goals to my dream. One step towards my goal is like one more step towards my dream. And so what if I’m slipping backwards or falling again, I’m definitely preparing myself for a longer run or a higher flight.

Through a dreamers mind to another go getter. Don’t give up, life’s large to make it happen. 🙂



               What is the best according to you? The best for me is something that proves my yesterday wrong. Something that proves to the world that, “I did it.” The best is something that helps me to grow and inspires someone else to get going. The best is something that you can give up everything for.

Honestly, I haven’t done my best yet. I haven’t put in my best effort. I haven’t written my best story. So when? When do we do our best? Once in awhile? We put in hundred percent only once in awhile? We go one step nearer to our dream only once in awhile? Why? Why can’t we give up on everything to get the best each and everyday? Why can’t we make today, tomorrow and day after the best? Why can’t we get up in this moment and make it the best?

The time is now and the place is here. So do your best. 🙂

Paper Boat!


               So this is a small part of my naughty childhood. One of the first few things I learnt at kindergarten was how to make a paper boat and I’m like a fan of everything that is related to water. So I was always a slow learner and I couldn’t really make that boat in the first attempt and this close friend of mine who was also a neighbor learned any sort of art very easily.

In consequence, every evening I used to land at her place, screeching her name on the top of my voice, with a ball in my hand on my little blue bicycle and Daisy, my friend, would always come out ten minutes late, with a paper boat of a new color in a plastic bowl of water to make me furious.

During this time, the rainy days. We had a monsoon break at school and our holiday project was to get a picture of our own paper boat art. I clearly remember how I sat on my table, with my book, tearing pages and trying to make a paper boat. So one evening when I had mastered the trick of making different types of paper boats I made them in all colors of pages that were possible and spread them on my dining table.

This evening I went to Daisy’s house and invited her home telling her there was a gift for her at my place. Daisy, with a big smile came running and saw my dining table with so many paper boats floating in all sorts of vessels that I could’ve carried. I had paper boats in glasses, on pans, in milk cans, everywhere and ultimately, Daisy went home crying and I got a trashing from mother for creating such a mess.

There is some sort of mischief we’ve all done in our childhood and how else would that age be innocent otherwise? I remember so many more stories from my childhood where I’ve spoiled someone else’s day and been proud about that.

That was the only time when little things mattered too much and big things never existed. Even though I still love making paper boats in the rains. 🙂