The Supermarket Conundrum

As Archit trailed along the road, wearing his favourite but worn out shoes, he could feel the pain in his feet. He had been walking for a long time, and the condition of his shoes wasn’t helping much.

Wishing that he would have chosen better shoes, he continued his seemingly never ending journey to the store.

At a distance of 3 kilometres from his home, the nearest general store was always crowded, and Archit almost gave up the thought of getting the things his mom required as he stood in the queue at the check out counter. Sighing, he tried to be patient. After a while, he was finally done and just as he left the store, struggling with his bags, looking around, suddenly, his dark orbs glittered, and a smile could be seen dancing on his lips.

“Avantika!” He exclaimed. Almost scaring his friend, he walked up to her, trying to keep his belongings in his control. “How have you been?” He put his possessions down, hoping that she would have at least some time to talk.

He was glad when she told him that she was getting bored waiting for her father to pick her up. “He’ll probably take another half an hour.” She frowned.

Almost instantaneously they both were immersed into a healthy conversation, and were letting their thoughts out. Archit had been contemplating about various things (read overthinking), and was eager to talk and speculate about his musings with Avantika.

Is it ever possible to attain satisfaction in life? Satisfaction is a thing rarely achieved by humans. Maslow may have given his hierarchy of needs and explain the concept of self actualization and satisfaction, but the truth remained. Only a handful of people are, in actual, satisfied.

Archit idolized satisfaction. He wanted himself to be content, to be pleased with whatever was available to him. He knew it wasn’t easy to be satisfied in life, but this made him more and more inclined to prove his will. For him, satisfaction meant a happy, constant life.

Satisfaction, he did not realize, would lead him to be less ambitious, and what would the world be, if not for ambition? It is ambition which leads to great things in life, and if there is no motivation for reaching anything higher, or out of reach, the world would be static.

Dynamic attitude is inversely related to satisfaction, for a satisfied being would never be spirited to achieve greater things, he would never have the incentives for reaching out to anything, he would be…captured.

True, over ambition would lead to negative consequences, but no one who hadn’t dared to dream finally reached their goals in life. No one who hadn’t stretched out to get the wings that they wanted had achieved things they desired.

Being stable, satisfied or being inconstant, dynamic. Which one’s better? What would you choose between these two?


A Day in Greece

In a bizarre turn of events, Archit found himself aboard a ship. A gigantic ship. His instincts told him that he was in the Mediterranean sea. He could only think of one thing, and his mind seemed to be screaming: “FIND ATLANTIS.”

Unsure of what to do, he looked around, confused, and totally out of his wits. Before he could have a complete look around, the ship rocked almost in an instant, and he was pulled towards the railing. He looked amused as he fell into the water.

Archit was standing there, underwater, mysteriously being able to breathe normally, and in front of him, a mighty figure with a trident in one hand, stood none other than the earth shaker, Poseidon. He was about 20 feet tall, with nothing to cover his upper body. His lower body was made of scales that ended into tentacles. “What do you want from me, aye mortal?” He bellowed in his heavy voice, perfectly suiting his appearance.

“The location of Atlantis!” Archit screamed, equally loud.

“Atlantis sank thousands of years ago, it is lost forever.” He replied.

“I know you have hidden Atlantis all those years Poseidon, I know.”

“Then why don’t you find it yourself, foolish mortal?”

“Cause you have hidden it quite well, Lord Poseidon.”

“Haven’t I? Hah…”

“But the question is how much has Atlantis developed since then?”

“Atlantis has immeasurably developed under me, come with me, you’ll see by yourself.”

Then just as Archit began to follow the god, Poseidon turned towards him shrank to Archit’s height and began shaking his shoulders violently. “What are you doing, leave me!” Archit ordered.

But what he got in reply was, “Archit! Wake up, sleeper boy.”

The Brief Affair at the Sports Complex

Archit was almost overpowered by sleep as he walked slowly to his washroom, angry at Deepak for waking him up at 5:30 am in the morning.

“I did not take a leave from school to wake up early!”

“Shut up and come quickly, the badminton courts are almost empty today. We are waiting yaar.”

Sighing, Archit had pulled himself up from the bed, gotten ready in a hurry and left for the sports complex, expecting it to be a rather dull beginning to the Thursday.

After exchanging pleasantries with his friends and getting warmed up a little, Archit began to feel much better and his body ached for the exercise. He went into action straight away.

For him, playing sports had more to do than just recreation. It was an amazing stress buster, and no matter what, it always helped him cheer up. Because of that, he would never refuse an invitation to play, be it anything. Sports gave him the much needed break, and apart from the work out, he felt much lighter and happier after a game.

After a few matches, Archit decided to take a break and sat down on the seat near the court, enjoying the game between his friends. As he looked around, he noticed that some of the courts were now taken.

Secretly looking for a familiar face, a smile danced on his lips as he recognized one of the players, Anjali.

Anjali, a regular to the complex, played badminton beautifully, and Archit had always been in awe of her game. A very fit individual, Anjali was one of the best players of Archit’s age that he had seen in action.

However, she had no clue of Archit’s existence. She was very popular among the other regulars, and by far Archit had no opportunity to let her know about him, so he had adopted to silently observing her.

Not wanting to let go of this golden chance, he decided to introduce himself to Anjali.

As it turned out, Anjali not only knew about Archit, but expressed great admiration for him. And while she talked about how she would love to play with him, Archit could only stand there and blush.

The Repercussions Of Benevolence…Part – III

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The Repercussions of Benevolence…Part II

The Repercussions of Benevolence…Part-I 

Take a walk, you’ll feel better.” A silvery female voice said on the other end.

Archit tried to deny her, but all of his excuses failed. “But, why is she doing this?” He asked, desperate for an answer.

There was no reply. Archit sighed.

Since last week, Ayesha wasn’t returning any of his calls, and was keeping her distance from him, and Archit had no idea why. He hadn’t said anything, neither had he done anything to upset her. He could feel his head getting heavy as he thought more and more about her, and her recent actions which sent a negative vibe through his spine.

He could slowly feel tears falling down on his cheeks. He was angry, he was helpless, he was desolated. He hung up the phone and headed out, wanting desperately to feel better. “It hurts.” He thought “It hurts more because she didn’t even give a reason.” He wanted to cry, but he had to act strong.

“If she can ignore me, I can be strong enough to be able to deal with it.” His thoughts were firm. He was craving for Ayesha’s company, but he had to act strong, he had to act as if he did not care.

The walk did not make him feel better, but Archit was now sure of his reaction to Ayesha’s behavior. He went back home and picked up the phone.

“Did you go out for a walk?” His friend on the other end picked up the phone.


“So? What do you think?”

“Two can play that game.” Archit had a slight smirk on his lips as he told her about the walk and his thoughts. The female seemed to agree with him, and that was the green signal that Archit needed. It was decided then.


Nothing could’ve hurt Ayesha more than seeing her phone ring with Archit’s name in bold letters shining, calling her, almost forcing her to pick up. But she had to ignore them, and the calls kept coming, until one day, when they stopped and Ayesha’s phone never showed that one name, until a very very long time.

Even in school, Archit had started totally ignoring her, not even giving her a second glance.

“You wanted this!” Her thoughts would scream and she would be forced to cry, because that was true. She had wanted to get away from Archit, because she knew she could never be just friends with him, and recent events had made her believe that all that she had fantasized about him was never gonna happen. She hated him, he was ruining her life without even knowing it.

Her coping mechanisms started forming a wall around Archit. They started to make Archit appear the culprit, they blamed him for everything and it was not late before Ayesha gave in to them. She started hating Archit and held him accountable for every bad thing that had ever happened to her.

Ayesha was too overwhelmed and lost in her emotions that she did not realize that talking and explaining everything was a potential solution to her problems, it would give her a sense of reality and it would also give Archit a chance to understand and respect her perspective, and most importantly, save both of them from their troubles.

They both continued their behavior till a very long time, and as quickly as they had bonded, they drifted apart. What brought both of them together once again was a mutual friend, a female who had an unmistakable silvery voice.

It was she who united them again, and finally, Archit was able to know the Repercussions Of his Benevolence.

The Repercussions Of Benevolence…Part-II

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The Repercussions of Benevolence…Part I

Ayesha woke up with a start,immediately picking up her thunderously vibrating phone,which she had habitually kept beside her pillow and found her head aching as she switched off the alarm. Her mobile showed 6:00 am, 20th November 2010.

She cursed her way to the washroom, with her eyes still craving sleep and her mind irritated by the early hour’s call that she didn’t notice the uncanny silence settled over the house. It was when she came out with her toothbrush in her mouth,paste oozing out, that it dawned upon her. “Where is..? Oh My God! Today’s Saturday!” She controlled her urge to swear as she hurriedly finished brushing her teeth and went back to her room and lay on the bed,frustrated by her lack of focus.

Her small room had pale green walls decorated with photographs of her with her family and friends, from a diaper baby to a lipstick wearing wench. She was always amused by the the changes she had in her physical appearance, yet remaining the same old Ayesha.

It was early morning, Ayesha was having a headache,she was frustrated and angry with herself. What else could she do, besides calling Archit. “He’s my best friend, he’ll understand” Ayesha thought as she picked up her phone to dial his number. She had almost given up hope after trying two times when suddenly a husky voice answered on the other end “Hello?” Archit’s tone was obviously tired.

“What’s up?” Ayesha knew she had woken him up way too early, she had to cheer him up.

“Just the usual, you know. Planning to kill the person that woke me up so early on a Saturday. What time is it anyway?” If he was joking, his voice didn’t show it.

After waking him up fully and apologizing for ruining a perfect Saturday morning, Ayesha talked about every random thing in the world, and Archit liked it. He liked talking to her, regardless of the topic, or time, or day.

The guilty feeling of destroying Archit’s sleep was gradually dwindling as Ayesha began to notice his participation in the conversation making more sense. She was happy to have such a person in her life who she could totally rely on, and who would be there for her anytime and everytime, literally.

Only he could soothe her and calm her when she was irritated. She turned to him when she was agitated. She wanted to be near him when she was hurt. He had that effect on her, she could only imagine their bond growing stronger as the days progressed, but she was wrong.

It happened on a normal school day, she was sitting in the class, eating her lunch during the recess. The classroom, which would usually be filled at this time, was almost empty save some random kids sitting and gossiping. She looked outside and saw Archit.

For a split second she was just staring at him, but as her eyes took in the surroundings, she could see that he was helping someone who had fallen get up. An instant smile appeared on her face, but could not be found a few seconds later.

That scene had brought an insight with it. Her body was confused, her mind muddled. She had viewed the scene through a totally different perspective, and hated her mind for that, but she could not disregard the thought that had come to her, especially because it had shaken the roots of her thinking process.

“It is true.” She whispered to herself as she slept that night, that disturbing thought still on her mind.

9 Things To Do If You’re Friendzoned…

Confused about what to do if you’re friendzoned? Take some advice from Archit. Here’s what you should do:

9. Watch The Big Bang Theory’s ‘The Good Guy Fluctuation’ (Season 5 Episode 7) and relate with Leonard’s dilemma of being either a good guy or a bad guy.
“The problem is, I wanna be that kind of guy.”

8. Listen to your friends’ problems, and you get to know what not to do in a relationship.
“I know how to make a relationship work, it’s not long before girls start drooling over me.”

7. Watch all the Bollywood romance movies, and give yourself hope. Because hope, is the best.
“If Sushant Singh Rajput can get Parineeti Chopra, I can surely get a girl I like.”

6. Keep calm, because singers don’t write a bad song about their friends (generally).
“Yay! Taylor doesn’t want to burn her best friend’s picks, Adele doesn’t want to rain fire upon her buddy. I’m safe from lyrical destruction!”

5.Try imagining the joy you’ll have at all your friends’ marriages in the future, especially if you’re Indian.
“Bhai, the food is so great here. A good Biryani can make you forget everything.”

4. Save the world, because apparently, that gets the attention of girls.
“It is tough trying to be spiderman, but it still is easier than getting a girl.”

3. Evaluate the benefits you have of being in the friendzone, like being able to spend time with her without much of a burden and talking to girls more easily.
“At least her dad doesn’t want to kill me.”

2. Worship Ronald Weasley. He’s your idol, your god. He made it out of friendzone, ALIVE.
You won’t get Emma Watson, but then god is god for a reason.
“Please, God. Show me the way, enlighten me, I’ll take extra classes too.”

1. Well, Start writing a blog about it. 😉

The Repercussions Of Benevolence… Part-I

“Oh freak! I’ve missed the bus.” Archit was furious.”That makes it 2 weeks in a row!” He’d have to walk to school again. He shook his head. “Why can’t I catch the bus? What sins have I done in my past life?” Archit’s soliloquy continued till realization of being late dawned upon him and he started walking.

Trying to cope up with his situation, he started thinking all sorts of things all through the 3 kilometer long journey.

He reached the school and stopped, breathless. He admired his run, which took just 55 minutes and 45 seconds.

“Let me guess. You missed the bus and got late and they didn’t let you in.” Mrs. Singhania was visibly angry. Archit tried not to make eye contact, apologized and went into his room. He had nothing to do all day and his thoughts wandered from being late to the school, to his best experiences in the school, to the fact that he was gonna finish school very soon. It made him sad. He would miss everything, the school greens, the auditorium, the teachers, his friends, everyone.

They had become family to him, and he promised to keep in touch with everyone, a promise he knew he couldn’t keep. Bit by bit, his thoughts strayed through every part of the school, living and non-living, till they landed on Ayesha.

Ayesha, his first love.
Ayesha, his first friend.

He had first met her during the annual function of the school, and was immediately enchanted by her simple and modest aura. He was in seventh.

With hair combed down like a 60’s hero, he was full of confidence when he approached her. Her fairy-like appearance captivated him right away. With her hair tied in a pigtail, her mesmerizing shiny eyes formed a perfect base for her tiny nose and beautiful lips that settled perfectly on her circular face.

Their bond grew almost at the speed of light and they both were well acquainted with each other very soon. They had a lot in common, and would sometimes talk late into the night. The feeling was new for Archit, he had never felt so happy, so excited. It was like a Bollywood song for him.

It confused him and he remembered deciding to seek help from his friends. After the inital ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Aaahs’, they told him to go ask her out, without giving it much thought. Archit was nervous and scared. He had never asked anyone out before, and he was quite edgy as he considered the option.

After giving it much thought, he had finally reached a conclusion, to wait for a few months or so, waiting to see if she gives some signal of any kind of inclination towards him.

It was a few weeks before his class 8th first semester examinations, after school, as Archit and Ayesha were walking towards their buses, Archit looked upon her, her face glimmering in the humid September weather. Although suddenly motivated by an invisible force to ask her out at that moment itself, he knew it wasn’t the right time, he knew he’d have to wait.

He’d have to wait, just like the readers who’ll have to wait to know what happens next.