You won’t make it till eternity, you’re delayed by a leap year. Some commode skid mark sort of person-aligned 20 people to bitch about you. You demanded iPhone XBlah, they approved Nokia 3315. You saved to buy her a star, that other guy gifted her the sun. You’re 5 km away with a flat tyre for a 9 am meet and it’s 9.15 am. You went out drinking with 3 friends who’ve lost, forgot, went broke with their wallets respectively. You were promised a private beach in Ibiza, you end up at your nearest beach. And so on… Like everything…


Why did the creator of this universe build a pair of those abruptly shaped hearing aides within the human anatomy?

CASE 1 — To hear out the world around you? To feel the emotions of your fellow humans? To be in line with your worldly mandates? To soothe yourself with your favourite music? To listen to those words of wisdom? To sense the calm on your planet?

CASE 2 — To hear out the distinct opinions of the world around you? To feel the rants of disdain of your fellow humans? To be against building a strong worldly mandate? To…


That one last compassionate peg at 2 a.m. lands you with red eyes in your 9 a.m. review. That BFF’s wedding which you witnessed on FaceTime because you missed giving enough face time to your better half. That flat tire cab en route gets you to knock on the meeting room door when everybody’s almost finishing the 3rd slide. That pseudo fever which is a mix of cold, temperature, headache, stomach ache, or an anal ache? which henceforth stands larger than life against your incompetency in completing your grad school assignment. That supreme situation of pressure, stress, frustration was the…


Starting now, the left will be right, and the right will be straight. Marriages will not be made in heaven. Newspapers will be delivered every evening. Bathing as a routine will be toxic. The red traffic light will be green and vice-a-versa. Samosas will be the healthiest edible option available. Coffee will make you sleepy. Watching Netflix every day will be mandatory. Bitching about people will be auspicious. Laziness is a trait that will debut in every resume’s achievement section. Wearing your shoes and sleeping will make your mind sharper…

Now, just check all of the above, you may term…


I hope Dad/Mom will get that big toy on my birthday. I hope I pass the exam. I hope they won’t scream at me for bunking school. I hope she finds me cute (as well). I hope I get a good college. I hope smoking and alcohol won’t kill me. I hope I get a good job. I hope my boss is happy with me. I hope I get an intelligent wife. I hope she’s understanding too. I hope I get a promotion. I hope I have a kid. I hope s/he starts walking soon. I hope I can buy…


Being cursed by your boss just like that old maths professor. Your son/daughter/nephew/niece’s photograph just like your old photograph. Your husband/wife/boy/girl friend’s unconditional care just like your grandpa/ma’s charm (this one’s rare). A song that pops up on your podcast; the one you danced/sang in your childhood. Spotting your ex-lover/enemy’s vehicle/house (that ex-lover has so much more :p), college/colleague’s reunion, reliving an old bad/worse habit, or for that matter revisiting a place after years — All of them create a parallel reference in your cranium, ‘an emotion’ as they call it, I’d rather prefer ‘a feeling’. The world stops for…


You noticed them. Your world paused for a while. Your brain smiles. Your heart blushes. Your face awed. You’d swiftly adjust your anatomy to its presentable best. Your focus at the moment is exemplary, as the focus, if persistent across life, will make you the most celebrated human soul. You want their eyes to meet yours. When it does, you’ll move yours to everything around but them. You’ve had a split second contact.

This split-second contact, my friend, has delivered 1000 emotions. Now, You’re charmingly alert. You’re adorably nervous. You hang around. Your eyes are still ignorant to them. Your…


When you get excited about something, there is always a reference to what gets you excited about that something. There’s a reference that helps you to curate your excitement in a much better way. Whatever you see around in your world or let’s say whatever you get exposed to in your world is mostly something that you wish to pursue. The closest example is clicking selfies or playing Candy Crush or shopping for a certain luxury brand. You literally saw the world around you doing it, you experienced it yourself and now you wish to inculcate them in your lifestyle.


Irrespective of your age, gender, caste, creed, belief, or financial capabilities, the moment you’re scheduled to attend an Indian wedding, your cranium cites excitement and a certain ‘look forward to’ feels. It doesn’t matter in what capacity you’re involved in this event. Maybe it’s your sibling’s, maybe your relative’s, maybe your friend’s sibling’s or maybe your month old colleague’s cousin’s — the point is you’re on the list, and you know what all to expect — from jazzy food to dressing up, from chance (if a bachelor) to dance. …


They never heard your piece. They heard you but they were cold. They never allowed you to do it. They loved it yet never imbibed it. They refrain from your existence. They know you’d do it the best but yet won’t let you do it. They’ll piss you off yet keep you far off from showcasing your emotion. …

Krishnakant Mishra

Content Curator. Farmland Nomad. Pub Quiz Master. Colloquial Author.

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