Aarvi Writings

This is just going to be a vent it out all post so if you feel that this was harsh or ruthless, I may or may not be sorry. All the above images are the notifications or stories that I have received from one of the news apps within a duration of 24 hours. Yes, it is so hard to believe that 24 hours and this is how we are progressing in our country. The contradiction here is so strong, on one hand, there is Padmashri Sudha Murthy coming up on the Indian national television and motivating her vision of empowering the females of the country and on the other hand, this is how our fellow citizens are treating females in our country. We have the media covering all the news related to the high profile cases like Ram Lala and Babri Masjid but unfortunately only one of the rape news makes it to the corner under 50 words section of our newspapers. All the media channels covering the whole political drama in Maharashtra and if not this then being head over heels in love with displa...

I know that seems like a really fun title and you won't believe me but I did buy a tee with literally the same written on it. I don't think a major part of you guys know but I had been on a trip to Leh-Ladakh and that is exactly what today I am going to post on. You don't need to have your bags packed and yet I'd take you on a journey that'd make you wish for having your bags packed and running off to Leh. First things first, this wasn't a planned trip. This happens for most of the trips I take recently upon choosing a career in engineering. I choose not to post the itinerary of the trip here but in case you need mine for the referral purposes, you could drop a mail and I'd happily send it to you. Let me put this out there, I was scared for taking this trip. Yes, I was extremely scared and worried when we were putting the plans for this trip into execution. This was due to 2 reasons:- 1. I was going to be traveling with my family i.e. my mom and dad. ...

It is not easy, it will never be. Each wound caused to you comes along with a certain amount of pain, a certain amount of tears too probably. Each wound caused to you, be it internal or external, is an outcome of things not going the way they were planned to go. Each scratch is a memory of how hurt you were when it happened. The worst part of these wounds is the fact that they don't disappear easily. THEY STAY. They make you realize each time as to how you got hurt the last time and why you shouldn't repeat the same thing again. But shall we stop? Shall we cease doing whatever caused us the wound? Can you stop eating pieces of vegetables and start eating them as a whole just because the last time you held the knife it hurt? No, right. Similarly, you cannot stop trusting someone because it hurt you the last time you did. However, as you age, you realize that you cannot stop yourself from getting wounded completely ever. The only thing you can control and have power over is...

This below post in an excerpt from the heart of a person who wishes to share his feelings with the world but hides it from the person he needs to share it actually with.  Hope you like his story. Let me know how you found it in the comment section. Good Day ! I'll let him take over now.. The words below are something I wish I could say out loud but cannot. To The Most beautiful lady, Our hands brushed today again on the skywalk as I tripped and tried to climb my way up the skywalk while you were calmly humming to the tune of the song which you were probably hearing on your iPod. The scent of fresh lilies capture my nose and senses each time you have passed by me and trust me that very fragrance is what makes you unique. You are as chirpy as those lilies and always as fresh as they are at dawn. Well, at least in my thoughts you are. Your voice is what calms my chaos. Your voice when you ask me how I have been managing, what did I do that day, where am I off to. All of this s...

Hello, hi, Namaste... Finally a month into 2019 and it is still taking me a lot of time for the reality that its a new year now to set in. This is going to be the first post of 2019 on this blog. Hence, I thought why not stick to the roots behind this blog or maybe dig deeper into the roots too. See the main motive behind posting all the blogs has always been to make the world a better place and to stop it from turning into an eye for an eye place. Right now, we are going to talking about how big, influencing role gestures play in our lives and why gestures are essential in our current living space. I am an introvert and being one, I find it really hard to talk to people I haven't been on recent terms with. Worse, I have always felt like I am at a loss of words regardless of the situations. This is where using gestures comes up as a boon for me. Gestures are those words which I never even have to utter but the message is sent. You see that security person sitting near the ga...

This is again the start of something different and something extremely unique. The name as it states is completely inspired by ''' diary of a wimpy kid". The Diary Of A Clumsy Adult shall purely include all the lessons which this adult aka I have learned or experienced while being clumsy all the while. The word 'clumsy' is because we all have established the fact as to how clumsy I am. This new section is purely anecdotal and may be fun at times. I hope you guys find the fun out of my sheer misery. Let's get started.😎 Chapter 1 ~ Bombay Darshan A huge part of my daily events are influenced by the fact that I have this weird habit of finding things and content in everything that I see or do. Being from Bombae since past 20 years a sense of exploring the city always keeps me up. so today we decided to do just that, we decided to explore some local food spaces in and around the Mumbai city. Needless to say, we took almost half a day to come up wit...

So in case you have been reading all my blogs till date, which I hope you would have, you might be aware that I pretty well ain't good with the introduction part and all. So cutting the chase because none of us have all the time in the world either for this. So a huge part of my daily schedule includes sitting on a couch like a potato, watching tv, scrolling through dozens of apps, having short-talks with people I call friends and simply "procrastinating". Up till the last week, I was probably still doing the same until a lot of events happened in my life. These are not some major, grand events but little sequences which cumulatively made a big impact on me. So a part of my procrastinating chores include sitting glued to the tv and watching an extremely famous game show called KBC aka 'Kaun Banega Crorepati'.  I know you all might be wondering that who sees that show, it's monotonous too maybe. But there are two huge reasons why I watch it : 1. Obviousl...