Of Fancy Dreams and Real Efforts

Oh, how easy it is to think of yourself on the stage. Spotlights on you. The crowd going bonkers, screaming your name and jumping with fan-boards saying “Marry Me!”while you dance your heart out.

How easy it is to go for that  fan-fest, being the highlight of the evening, signing tees,album records, books, papers, hands,shoes and other things people come up with.

How easy it is to imagine singing in front of that beautifully set up space with the most ideal musicians and audience.

Ideal. That is how are dreams tend to be. It is easy to dream such dreams, looking up at the sky with glitter in your eyes and a priceless smile on your face.


But is it really that easy to achieve them? Oh NO. Oh, HELL NO.

There will be a dozen of unpredictable things that can happen and will go wrong, beyond your imagination and control. Your support system may fall apart, for all you know ,you might not even have a support system. You might not be accepted, people would legit ask you to quit and say it is not meant for you. They will embarrass you and make you only look at your failures. There will be roadblocks, injuries, accidents, absolutely broke days, uninspired days, sick of everything week, why am I even doing this month.

And that is when I would want you to read/watch “The Pursuit of Happyness”. And engrave this in your head- “You got a dream… You gotta protect it. People can’t do somethin’ themselves, they wanna tell you, you can’t do it. If you want somethin’, go get it. Period.”

You will have to celebrate your small wins, even if it is just by yourself. But celebrate. Appreciate every little bold step that you take towards your progress, make those addictive, unhealthy sacrifices. Push yourself because nobody else is going to do that for you. Work smart and hard. Harder,Hardest. And most importantly, be patient. Everything will happen with time. It takes some real tough work to get what you really want . Out of the 60 minutes in an hour, every minute of all the 24 hours, you probably will have a thought of quitting, with that ache in your heart, the crumpled soul, the bleeding stomach, the dead body, the tired mind. You will ask if this is even worth all the efforts, when everyday is a fight with yourself to become better than what you were yesterday. You will question your sanity, your decisions, the opportunity costs, which will always be too damn high.

Then there will be times when you are glad to be breathing with happiness in soul and celebrating the fact that you are eventually doing what you love. The satisfaction, oh those moments of sheer pleasure- will tell you why it is worth it.  Irrespective of the fame or success (which will take a long time,mind you), you will still keep at it. Look back to only see how far you have come.

And you won’t even realise, you’ll become that diamond from the charcoal after the amount of pressure you went through. That is the day a star will be born without you even realising it, until then,

Keep Working , Keep Believing and Keep Celebrating 🙂



The Night I finally Gate-crashed a Fancy Wedding

We all have this one wish in our bucket list that just never seems to happen. Either we aren’t ready when the opportunity arises or the opportunity does not arise when we are! But 2 weeks back, coincidentally both were ready and being the opportunistic I am, we decided to finally tick that off!

My friend and I finally reached the place we were to go for another friend’s birthday scene and we see this fancy lit up place facing the waters right next to Gateway. Although I wanted to crash one at Marine drive but this one was no less.We entered to find out that there is no mention of the bride and groom. Typical Indian weddings usually have the “BOY weds GIRL” in proper noun just outside the gate. We walked further to find the only name mentioned was “Food Catered by Grills and Wok”. OK. We walked further and made it a point to go to the stage to wish the bride and the groom but the bride was not on stage. That made us think that maybe this not a wedding, it is just a hotel opening maybe. There was no music, no dance happening, no Chat counter,no scene of people only standing near the food stalls. Couldn’t be a wedding,right? WRONG.

We looked around only to find ourselves standing out from the beautifully dressed Muslim ladies (I do not know how ALL of them have such glowing skin!) and absolutely stunning, handsome men who had clearly dressed for a wedding. We turn towards the side where we thought food would be served only to find the bride walking with her sister’s. Yes, some people constantly had their eyes on us as we clearly weren’t in a similar attire but we were in formals.

OK. We had gatecrashed a wedding afterall. WIN. A Muslim one- this was my first time experience so I don’t mean to generalise but this is how it was for us.

Since we did not know who’s wedding we were in, we decided to keep our identity as surprise food inspectors from the caterers’ side to monitor the quality. #YAYBRAIN Thankfully the attire helped us with that identity so *phew*

By now our stomach was rumbling. But the food counter only had desserts and juices. “Where is the food served?”, I shamelessly asked a waiter as he passed by. He said that the starters and main course is served only on the table. Since most of the tables were filled, we decided to sit next to the two people sitting in a eight seater. We waited for sometime but no one seemed to come to serve us. Hangry me, I asked them what is going on. They said they cannot start serving a table if eight people are not sitting on one. “WHAT IS THIS SYSTEMATIC WEDDING”, I screamed in my head. We maintained our poise and calm to sit on another table that needed just two more people for them to start serving. Of course, we felt bad for the two people we left behind but sorry, stomach before humanity!

Starters started pouring in. Every single thing was from some animal’s body. Preferred vegetarian that I was, chose to give them a shot. Tasted damn fine and then the royal Chicken Biriyani comes in. You can only imagine how yumm in the tumm that was!

Surprisingly,no one asked us anything. Confidence definitely sells everywhere. Yes, there were times when my friend thought that if they got to know they could kill us but all in most laughable way!

I am a fool for experiences as they help me strengthen my belief that the world is not that bad a place and people are quite great and judgements should not be made on the basis of just 1% of people that are bad in every race/culture/religion/country/continent.

The evening ended well with a different experience of an Indian wedding. Hoping many more experiences in 2017.

Signing off,



I don’t know about you,But I’m not ready for 22

Hello,you lovely face reading this.

This is a pure birthday rant. Do not expect some great level of wisdom here.

Warned you.

Fine. You only chose to read.

Here goes:

I am going to turn 22 in a week.
Let me just digest that.

Why am I making such a big deal out of it? Everyone turns 22,right? Right.
Age is just a number? No. NOT. Especially not in my case. When you look 16, but are mentally 26 but from heart a simple 6. What are you supposed to do!

Although I told myself that I will eat a whole big box of Nutella on that day, so I am kinda looking forward to it. But that is just a small thing to make me look forward to it. Yeah, I try to play mind games with myself

It is a weird age.
You’re still figuring how to adult.
Your dark circles are actually bigger than the Ront de jambe you make in your ballet classes. (That’s the funniest thing I have ever said btw!)

A part of me wants to really go all out and fulfil my party desires as my schedule does not really allow me to have a that life as such. Another part of me wants to just take a leave and sleep in the day and go out with my famjam.

I absolutely miss my college gang aka friends for life aka ch..um, nevermind (:P, you guys stop smirking!). They would make it the most special thing on the surface of the Earth. EVERY YEAR. College was definitely the best time with them!
Also, it will be without her because hello exams. But that is cool I think. #BirthdaytwinsAt12am


On another note,to be very honest, I do not know why people make such a big deal about birthdays. I mean fine,yes, your parents took the effort, your mom went through the pain and the doctors actually took you out and you made hardly any effort other than breathing which is very natural, so what is this celebration about? Your sheer existence that still hasn’t made any major impact in the world?

Yes, celebrate small wins but always keep the bigger goals in mind. Make the world a better place because they do not need successful people any more. The world needs successful human beings.

Be happy, don’t panic.

And miracles will happen!

Follow your “K” Passion

As a kid, I was passionate to be the “All Rounder” at school and won that award consecutively for six years- yes, from Mathematics Relay Race to Best out of Waste to Highest grades to Teacher’s favorite to the Soloist in dances- I had it all. (Wow, what consistency)


Love for Minions should be shown all the time. YUS.

My older sister introduced me to basketball and in secondary section, that became my passion which was lived with my childhood bestie till the 1st year of college. Those crazy practices, inter-house competitions, to the try-outs, to making it to top 5, those lay-up trios and fast breaks.


There was a time when I really wanted to establish an All Women National Basketball Team and take the sport international for us. We used to bleed and sweat and would dance in our wins and cry in our losses.


In senior secondary school, it was Numbers and economy that attracted me towards them. Without a second thought I took up Science and Economics. Science because I was sure that a Science student can take Arts but an Arts student cannot take Science. Fundas had been clear ever since! Though difficult at first, I loved the challenges Derivatives and National Income Accounting gave me.I would do a little happy dance in my head whenever I got them right! I was so sure that I wanted to study at Indian Statistical Institute after I graduate in Eco,Math and Stats from a prestigious institute.

Once college started, I realised by my true love lies in Stats and not Maths (Blame the terrible Math department of Xavier’s in 2012). So naturally I graduated in Eco-Stats and decided to work for a year and then go for masters in Statistics. Ofcourse, we jumped and danced in the rains during convocation, (yeah, it was raining here back then) unaware of what lies ahead.



So I joined this start-up. Helping them set up the Analytics function for People Analytics. Well, it was fun to work with numbers in a way.And not, in a way. In two months of joining, I joined the Danceworx Summer workshop and oh you should have seen how happy I used to be while I would leave office every Monday and Thursday. Those few days that I used to look forward going to office right from the time I would get up! But clearly, I couldn’t continue with the regular classes because office has people and people have issues. I danced in silence whenever my room would be empty and imagine myself doing some beautiful contemporary moves which in real life, looks very potato-like.

All said and done I quit my job after a year and took up probation at Danceworx. the story in between will be covered some other day. And I have never been this happy.

If you just take 2 minutes to re-read my blog, you’ll notice I have danced in every instance.
That’s my constant, That’s my Scientific “K”.
That’s my “K” passion.

Find that for yourself. And live it up!

Like always, forever open to critical feedback





To be or Just let it be

We all keep hearing these things”TO BE” right from our childhood to

Be sincere
Be honest
Be smart
Be a hard-worker
Be polite
Be obedient
Be able
Be trustworthy
Be Calculative
Be an all rounder



Be successful
Be rich
Be bold
Be fearless
Be Passionate
Be fit
Be free
Be a fighter
Be a lover
Be active
Be creative
Be different
Be unique
Be accepting

Well, these plethora of adjectives that the world sometimes (actually, always) imposes on us, we tend to be left with only ONE choice – To actually “be” or just let it be and either just sit back and watch this drama called “Life” as it plays by or take the “Be happy”, most seriously.

(2b) *insert downward U* (2b-)



I am not trying to make a point that these two are mutually exclusive, maybe by being happy, you are also being fit, active, honest and smart. All my math loving friends would have smirked by seeing the image whereas I can see the hatred in some eyes. 😛

The only point I am trying to make is instead of going towards “Just let it be”, “Be happy.” Here “Just let it be” is taken to be in a not so very positive context- completely tired and sick of life and absolutely hopeless and ambition-less. You get the picture,right?

Be Happy, Stay Blessed.

Like always, forever open to critical feedback!