X : “What is your CGPA, bro? 

Y : “8.72.”

X : “What did you deserve to get so much marks? Do you even remember last semester’s subject.”

Y : “Yes, I do.”

X : “Oh! Come on! You don’t! Tell me the names of the subjects one after one! I bet, you they must have given you grace marks.”

What would you guys call, this person, X?

A bully or a prankster? 



Sometimes when you are at the crossroads of life, lost and defeated, wondering and hopeless, when everything else fails except that one voice. The voice that screams from within, to hold on, to be brave and not give up.

When we forget that miracles still happen and some unknown spirit chants magical spells on us then again we are filled with energy, positivity, enthusiasm and above all the will to survive. 

Here is one such poem that can pull you out from the deepest of fears and self doubt. 

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

                         Rudyard Kipling.

Mad heart, be brave. 😊

How to be Independent – 2

Independence, the word has varied meaning for various people. For me, it means being free from any kind of barriers. Barriers set for us by others. We should really know how to detach ourselves and not let any external force control our thoughts, feelings and actions. A confident person gains his confidence from his independent thought process which is unaffected by his surroundings. Let me throw some light on the types of independence I would like to possess.


Emotional Independence

: A few of us must have surely used this line, “In your happiness, lies mine.” I don’t understand that how on this earth is your happiness lying in someone else’s happiness? This is only possible when you are happy and at peace with yourself. People tend to act selfless sometimes and put everything before them forgetting that they are important too and in the long run they make themselves sad. Emotional Independence is one concept that an individual should understand and preach. Reading a book gives you happiness? Go ahead and buy, don’t wait for someone to gift it to you.
Coming to me, I have come a long way yet I have miles to go but I can assure that I can spread happiness because I am at peace with myself.


Intellectual Independence

When we come across some person who is highly educated or is holding many degrees, we tend to believe or follow them blindly. Be inquisitive, question everything around you, find a reason for every occurring. Don’t know whom to ask? Google.
Don’t know what to ask? Let me give you one question.
Why are you reading this article?
Knowledge is divine. Knowledge is power.
Educate and introspect yourself, read books but don’t be arrogant.
Today I am in a position to answer to any question from my area of interest. Even if I can’t, I know where to go.


Spiritual Independence :

This is one of the most difficult topics to explain. We really don’t have to follow the religion our parents follow. Go out, visit different holy places and know everything about a particular religion and then follow it. There is a power within us and a power beyond us that sustains the universe. Find that source you believe.
Personally, I don’t believe in idol worship and I don’t believe in capturing such divine and omnipresent power in an idol.

There is financial independence which I don’t think I need to explain. We live in a free world, free to form opinions and views. Also remember that we have to respect and understand other’s point of view.

You can go through the first part here -https://damseldrudge.wordpress.com/2015/09/29/how-to-be-independent/

Till then, adios!! Welcome to the clan!! Stay safe and spread happiness. 😊

In her wildest dreams!!

As dad sprinkled little water on her face, she woke up with a shriek. Beads of sweat dripping from her forehead and tears escaping from her cheeks to her top, which was already half drenched in her sweat.

Her blood shot eyes desperately searching for him. He was nowhere around. She couldn’t essence his presence. Was he gone? Did he leave her again? Did her wildest dreams come true? 

Sitting beside her, mom enquired about her nightmare. For her, it was a dream that sent chills down her spine and left her beautifully amazed. Looking at the calendar, she realised that her engagement is due tonight and sighed a breath of relief. It was just a dream, she thought. 

Blushing at random thoughts she glanced at the mirror and ravished by her beauty, she stepped forward. A peripetia struck her with aghast at the marks all over her neck and perky bosoms. She recalled all that he haled. All the memories harking back, leaving her in tears and a question, 
“Another wild dream or just a déjà vu?”

With this I conclude the Wildest dreams series. Hope you liked it. 

Adios till my next post and stay safe, welcome to the clan! 😃

The other series of Wildest dreams is given below. 

Part 2 : 


 her wildest dreams!! – http://wp.me/p6MVaD-49



Part 1 : 

In her wildest dreams!! – http://wp.me/p6MVaD-3o

Mahesh Rakheja – The man who sprinkles life into technology.

Young, dynamic, intellectual and there are many other adjectives to describe him. I am running out of words to describe the kind of meritorious person he is. This man has earned my respect and I adore him to the core. Now, who is Mahesh Rakheja? Why am I blabbering so much about him?

Mahesh Rakheja is an idol, God to all the computer science students. He is Krishna to all the Arjuns out there. His name is Mahesh Rakheja and he is a technical public speaker. He believes that a real learner never shows off. He believes that one should feel technology and not learn it. 

Day one starts with him telling that he will give us the best six days of our life and indeed he did. You gave me the six days of my life and transformed me. 

The Chocolate Bonus : In the last day of this amazing workshop, he gives us fifteen minutes of his life and tells us about life. Today, during the chocolate bonus hour, I had tears.  Happy tears. You can find about him in his Facebook id provided below. I can’t tell about what he all he has perused because he has covered almost every aspect of life and technology. 


Sir, if you are reading this, then let me tell you, you gave me the best six days of my life. I can capture and freeze moments but to capture a person like you with words would be a sin. May God bless you. 😉


You are a fabulous person. 

Keep motivating.

P.S : He is extremely tall and charming.

Details of Mahesh Rakheja:



In her wildest dreams!!

wildest 2

He went into a room resembling a library, filled with old, half-eaten books. There was nothing except for termites chewing over the volumes, countable rodents and squeaky window panes. Any mere mortal would have left their body by now but Sara just wanted an answer. She was hypnotised or maybe she was mesmerised as if she was under his spell. The shadow vanished, she stood by the side of the window. The lissom breeze grazed her neck, giving her goosebumps and she let out a small moan.

Her heart skipped a beat as a familiar touch rolled round her waist and the hair on her neck stood up as she felt his warm breath evoking her innermost raptures. She began to breathe deeper as she felt his passionate lips nibbling all over her neck, and when he bit her sensitized skin, her soul shed its sadness away with a loud moan. With the newly found fervour, she moved her hips in tandem with his while he continued to brand her with love marks all over her. He increased the pace kindling the fire within her which caused her to moan louder and inch towards Eros’ heaven. 

Sweat dripping, pain combined with ecstasy, and he cupping her bosom, she reached a peak that she never thought existed within. This made her turn around to fall in his eternal embrace, only to suddenly hear the waves crashing against the shore, rodents squeaking, and he was nowhere to be seen.

 You can find the first part in this link – https://damseldrudge.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/in-her-wildest-dreams/