Waakiye

Category: PERSONAL

  • Leaving a Livable World: Our Responsibility Today

    Leaving a Livable World: Our Responsibility Today

    Daily writing prompt
    What are you most worried about for the future?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Something about my future that I’m deathly worried about…?
    It would be leaving this world uninhabitable for the future,
    That will inherit this planet from us…

    Imagine your kids and your grandkids,
    with the current trend going on,
    and leaving to them a world that won’t survive a span of 50 years,
    feeling the temperature, it went this summer,
    it went to what feels like 51.9-degree Celsius,
    as I was sweating like crazy at work these past few weeks…

    Imagine,
    these conditions deteriorating a few years down the line,
    as we aren’t stopping the emissions and dumping of waste into the public drainage,
    which in turn block and jam the drain systems and cause problems,
    and to clear that a lot of manpower is required,
    and fuel guzzling equipment that help in short term,
    But,
    cause a lot of problems like release of carbon monoxide,
    and other harmful by-products of incomplete combustion…

    Let’s not forget the big industries bypassing all hurdles and dumping their waste into water bodies directly,
    and those big drains that which take waste from our home,
    little of it actually gets refined,
    but most of it ends up in these water bodies and cause problems like pneumonia, and consumption of this water carrying waste that can be considered equal to be carcinogenic,
    anyone who consumes it will definitely be affected later on in life…

    Also,
    these so-called top tier,
    the people who are the top 1%,
    and when they use private jets and travel all over,
    They crush the individuals,
    your or my effort…!?

    For example,
    A private jet from NYC to LA gives around 7 to 10 tons of emission,
    (For 3~5 people)
    for a five-hour flight,
    and a typical person emits in a year,
    which turns out to be 2.07 metric tons per year….

    Now imagine being,
    a normal person and facing consequences,
    for something that you haven’t even THOUGHT ABOUT,
    and you have to shoulder the blame for them…

    A dream to have a clean source of fuel and equal sharing of responsibility,
    and leaving a better planet for those who are yet to bless us with their presence…

    A dying wish..

    Cheers🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • The Lasting Impact of Great Teachers on Students

    The Lasting Impact of Great Teachers on Students

    Daily writing prompt
    What makes a teacher great?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well,
    the new week just started and let’s say,
    it was over before it even began because I wasn’t able to sleep until 2:30 in the morning,
    and I’m already feeling very sleepy,
    while writing this,
    But,
    I gotta do what I gotta do right…?

    I hope each one of you has had a great teacher in their lifetime,
    it doesn’t necessarily have to be someone from school or college,
    but,
    someone who stayed in your life for a little while and taught you something,
    that no-one could within a short span of time…

    For me,
    this life has been one of the biggest teachers,
    trying and testing me all the time,
    by keeping me on the edge,
    and throwing challenges left and right,
    but,
    coming out of them gives me a fresh perspective,
    a new way to look at things and my life,
    by making new amends in the old ways,
    making every challenge worth the effort,
    and the outcomes even better…

    A person who was a great teacher according to me,
    Was my history teacher from high school,
    her classes were awaited by each student of the class,
    as the way she taught,
    breaking each and every point,
    each and every paragraph into easily understandable ones,
    Involving discussions,
    two and fro questionnaires,
    going on trips once every two months exploring the surroundings,
    studying the architecture,
    and talking about which era it belonged to,
    and discussing things about the monuments the time period they survived,
    the types of renovation it underwent,
    and the material that was used and how it deteriorates at the climate affects it…

    Also,
    she was and older teacher,
    meaning all of this was gained over the years,
    all of which was imparted to us within a span of two years,
    a very limited time,
    but,
    the way she condensed all of her life’s learning in these two years for us,
    she made our life,
    Our history lessons,
    each of them one of the best things that we ever learned in our lives…

    A Great teacher is never forgotten,
    no matter how old the student gets,
    the efforts made always live on forever…

    Here’s to all of the teachers,
    Sacrificing themselves for the future of those who come to you,
    to learn,
    and be a better version of themselves,
    by taking an essence of it from you…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Personal Accounts of Surgery: Lessons from Loved Ones

    Personal Accounts of Surgery: Lessons from Loved Ones

    Daily writing prompt
    Have you ever had surgery? What for?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Thankfully,
    I haven’t underwent any surgery up until this point of time in my life,
    but,
    I’m surrounded by people,
    who are close to me,
    very dear to me who underwent surgery,
    To save them,
    or try to save them from a life-threatening disease,
    that was looming over their heads…

    My father had to go through a colectomy,
    to remove a part of infected small intestine,
    which developed had developed into a fast-growing cancer,
    that had already spread through his soft tissue,
    but,
    his conditions deteriorated after the procedure,
    as the medications stopped working and we ultimately lost him in late ’23,
    extremely hard times those were,
    May his soul rest in peace…

    My aunt had to go through multiple of them,
    another person stuck with cancer,
    first,
    the doctors ordered to remove her uterus,
    which was the center,
    where the problems began,
    later it metastasized to her other organs,
    and detection were made,
    where tumors were found in her breasts,
    which had to be removed too,
    which broke her spirit,
    as we eventually lost her after a year of fighting the battle against the fast-spreading disease…

    One of my cousin sisters had surgery too,
    she was developing polyps in her uterus,
    which were making her life miserable,
    and the history of a mother who passed away with cancer,
    she took no risks and went ahead with the surgery before it could develop into cancerous ones,
    which made her life better,
    as she can live carefree,
    but,
    she has to work with caution,
    as they can develop again,
    by managing diet,
    and having routine check-ups…

    Being surrounded by,
    the survivors and the tales left by those who have left us early,
    remembering and keeping all of them in our heart and minds,
    as they taught us to never lose hope,
    until the very last point…

    Cheers 🥂
    (Happy weekend)

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Exploring Unique Daily Routines

    Exploring Unique Daily Routines

    Daily writing prompt
    What are your daily habits?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    One of the habits have been this one,
    to upload here daily,
    not a good example today because of the messed-up schedule,
    I had to leave early for work,
    and see supervise some construction going on at our workplace,
    and make edits in it as needed…

    So,
    this becomes a late night post instead…

    Other than this,
    I have a habit of having or trying new things,
    that includes
    food clothes and anything that is unique…

    And,
    if any of those help me in expanding my horizon,
    by costing little money,
    why not experience it,
    in exchange of a few paper,
    I can attain experience that can be used whenever…

    Another one,
    well these are related to each other,
    I wake up and drink a glass of water,
    (kept in silver or copper glass…)
    alternating them however it seems fit…

    And after that meditating for 10 minutes at least,
    post which I write in my notepad,
    Whatever/however I feel,
    before and after the meditating session,
    what new I learn from it…

    Someday,
    it’s a medley of colors,
    someday it is chasing the memories of the previous day,
    other days,
    it becomes finding the lost sense of self,
    after tiring myself all day…

    BUT,
    The sense of relief comes in,
    when things come through,
    and all things go as planned,
    rare days,
    but they cover the days that,
    hit so hard that it seems there’s no end to them…

    At last,
    the day ends,
    after asking or talking to those who are close to me,
    their well-being,
    calling them and talking to them,
    if they aren’t doing well,
    In a sense to help them pass some of the stress or sadness,
    away from them…

    Other than that,
    there’s a habit of constantly seeking new thoughts and ideas…

    Cheers 🥂
    (happy weekend 😇)

    Love Waakiye 🤍


  • Delicious Eats: Hidden Culinary Gems in Delhi

    Delicious Eats: Hidden Culinary Gems in Delhi

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Today comes the question that I can aptly and fully answer without any single thought that disrupts it or takes it away from the topic,
    because in all of this life I’ve tried on various foods and drinks and on many occasions and from places that are common,
    some are hidden in plain sight far away from people see,
    and the gems go on and on until there are none left to be explored…

    You will get the best coffee and drinks along with snacks from “Josie’s coffee house” in Rajinder Nagar Delhi…
    I got a chance to have Irish cold coffee and an Affogato on a special occasion;
    and,
    it was the best thing ever…

    For Chinese category,
    I’d recommend “On the wok..” in Gautam nagar,
    near Aiims in Delhi,
    I got a chance to try the corn crisp and spring roll this Monday,
    and let me tell you,
    the quality and the taste,
    immaculate,
    out of the world…

    For north Indian,
    I’d recommend Sita ram Diwan Chand,
    Chole Bhature but,
    none of that packing thing,
    you have it hot as soon as they give it to you,
    and with that a glass of lassi (curd blended in water &/or milk with sugar),
    its rich,
    and filling,
    and something that makes you fall asleep if you have it at your place,
    putting you in a total food coma…

    For south Indian,
    I recommend DS Dosa factory,
    the vast variety they have its mind boggling,
    I had a chance to go with my family there,
    AND let me tell you what we ordered,

    Their Uthappam (mix veg),
    Rawa masala dosa,
    vada,
    the cute mini idlis,
    and ghee and butter idli,

    brings water to this mouth,
    this early in the morning remembering it,
    again,
    it’s better to have it there,
    because things get soggy,
    as they arrive home,
    because,
    I’ve tried both,
    and the latter always arrives like that…

    Being a foodie,
    trying new things,
    and telling others about it,
    and them having a good experience gives me pleasure,
    and that’s what we do when we find a new spot…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • One Outfit Forever: My Everyday Style Solution

    One Outfit Forever: My Everyday Style Solution

    Daily writing prompt
    If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    An outfit that I have to wear forever…?

    Already being an excessively sweating individual,
    on top of that the rising heat in this country,
    adding to it,
    the switching seasons,
    the ongoing monsoon and extreme humid conditions,
    makes me tired and sweaty first thing in the morning,
    so,
    replacement of clothes becomes a mandate at least once a day,

    I hope you understand how it is for me…

    To wear a single outfit forever,
    I need it to be cool and airy,
    and I can’t wear something black,
    If I have to repeat it forever…

    My ideal choice would be slate gray or some faded blue like an old denim,
    (Just its color),
    A T covering my upper body,
    and charcoal gray pants that are stretchy and breathable,
    a light bomber jacket colored black to top it off making it a finished outfit,
    with breathable shoes,
    maybe sneakers that are black in color,
    the dirt isn’t visible on them (regular use),
    AND a light backpack that has ample storage for me to move and travel with it,
    keeping my essentials on me all the time,
    (Like I usually do)…

    And if,
    I have to keep it on me,
    I will need some supplies that will keep me clean and the outfit too,
    That’s where the backpack comes in handy,
    where I keep all of my much-needed supplies,
    which help me with daily things or stuff that I need to carry,
    As I travel from one place to another,
    Making this my ideal outfit…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Something like this..
  • Spirituality in India: Beliefs and Contradictions

    Spirituality in India: Beliefs and Contradictions

    Daily writing prompt
    How important is spirituality in your life?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well,
    The country that I belong to,
    has very deep-rooted spiritual beliefs,
    which makes it one of the most populous,
    religious based countries in the world…

    A place like India,
    which is the birthplace of many religions,
    including,

    • Hinduism
    • Jainism
    • Buddhism &
    • Sikhism

    There are widespread religious beliefs around the place I exist,
    A big Hindu temple within 500 meters of my residence,
    A mosque within the same distance,
    And within a 10-minute drive,
    a Sikh temple called a Gurudwara,
    and a Jain temple too within that,
    and crossing the gurudwara you’ll find a church too
    (In opposite directions tho)…

    I mean,
    all the hustling bustling goes on during the day,
    and by the night,
    those people who sat Infront of the religious places,
    begging for money,
    become the richest as they buy alcohol and other intoxicants,
    and do it yet again Infront of the said religious place and take rest on the pavement or the sidewalk,
    when nothing else matters,
    because they have already eaten their full,
    during the day…

    This is the enabling that religion has done,
    Of course,
    when asked it’s said,
    “They’re not responsible for what goes outside the premises…”
    like they can’t physically enforce the stoppage of this,
    by appointing people whose sole responsibility is to deter such people…

    But,
    things like this happen,
    Again and again,
    because they just up and move themselves away from the area,
    the area which they have to “keep clean”,
    the entire crowd moves,
    and the same thing happens,
    a few meters away…
    (Us Indians and our way to hack anything’s that’s enforced right…?)

    Coming back to the prompt’s question…

    The things like these,
    the hacks,
    the people who become these addicts by the night,
    the people who among the chaos,
    become the thieves,
    snatchers,
    took a long time ago my faith on religion…

    The way,
    the internal management of a religious place functions,
    is the same as a business,
    they do take up cost cutting,
    the prasad (the food presented to the deities),
    is used and recycled,
    for those who don’t take it home,
    and sold to the same devotees yet again…

    Being one of the most religious countries,
    and praying the G0ds and G0desses,
    and on the other hand,
    we hear news of a girls being brutally Rped,
    people being killed over little things,
    family disputes making people kill their own flesh and blood,
    but,
    on the other hand,
    this becomes a birthplace of religions,
    and a hub of spiritual beliefs…

    The stark contrast,
    in what’s told,
    what’s heard,
    what’s seen,
    and what’s reported…

    A toast to chaos,
    and such a widespread nature of ill management of it…

    Cheers 🥂

    Ashamed Waakiye🤍

    A star here,
    Another there,
    another one,
    where it shouldn’t have been,
    A havan,
    an offering,
    and all of it shall go away…

    The already G0d fearing,
    Thinks,
    “G0d forbid,
    another problem…”
    So,
    they set the appointment,
    and a priest appears,
    at the given time…

    Taking place of a G0d,
    Or his minion,
    he prays and prays,
    and burns incense,
    using wood using camphor,
    creates a place packed with soot,
    and smoke,
    a heavenly fragrance it leaves,
    until its cleared,
    and things become the same,
    same as the day before…

    The same chaos,
    the same panic,
    the same things,
    repeat the next,
    and the same problems,
    become the common,
    like it was the day before…

    “The Star That Shouldn’t Be”
  • The Truth About Self-Care: Stubbornness or Serenity?

    The Truth About Self-Care: Stubbornness or Serenity?

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you practice self-care?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Returning to your work is bothersome,
    more for those who are already tired,
    a few hours deep into this days work,
    All the best for what’s left,
    much less what’s more to come…

    About the prompt of this day;
    its a good one,
    but,
    yet here I am exposing myself yet again…

    There’s no such thing as self-care,
    It just plain hard stubbornness,
    (In my language its called ZIDD),
    its the only thing that has kept me going,
    A stubbornness to become someone,
    someone better,
    better than who I was day before,
    and to a new tomorrow,
    that will come the next…

    There is no such thing as self-care because,
    it’s a known fact that I have to get things to work the next day,
    even if I feel like not to,
    there’s a mindset that this works on,
    maybe on or after achieving a spot or a pedestal,
    where one belongs,
    one can take rest and give self the much needed,
    “Self-care”…

    But,
    If that thing or an idea that is much bigger,
    and is replaced by another one the next moment,
    there’s no time to rest,
    or sit,
    or contemplate the things that one has achieved,
    that’s why,
    and that’s how things have been with me,
    leaving me with enough time to rest,
    and wake up with a positive mindset,
    ready to conquer another day…

    On the days off,
    the actual self-care version of myself kicks in,
    I usually wake up late,
    late enough for people in my house to question my existence,
    And when I do wake up,
    I wake up hungry like its been weeks,
    And eat and spend day leisurely,
    By going out with family or friends,
    and by the time evening hits,
    all of us are at home,
    at ease,
    and as we talk and have dinner,
    enjoy and talk about things that happened over the week,
    and discuss and plan the week ahead…

    By the time it ends its time to sleep,
    and prepare the challenge that is the next day…

    That’s how it all goes,
    that’s how my self care goes,
    What about you…?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Overcoming Doomscrolling: Finding Purpose in Your Day

    Overcoming Doomscrolling: Finding Purpose in Your Day

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you waste the most time every day?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I hope this is a safe place,
    but most of my time is wasted doomscrolling,
    without even a single thought,
    it just feels like there isn’t a purpose,
    there is not a single purpose behind life itself…

    It just feels like that I try to snatch time,
    within all of the limited time that I have left,
    within these 24 hours in this day…

    Just this day,
    I woke up at 4 a bad dream perhaps,
    and mindlessly scrolled for around an hour,
    scrolling reels,
    some of those give me some happiness,
    some of them make me sad,
    but,
    they bring me up,
    and throw me down,
    to keep me in this vicious cycle,
    Of being constantly hooked,
    looking at them,
    one after another,
    until my phone runs out of battery,
    Or I drain myself enough…!

    The constant need,
    of having something playing,
    in this ear,
    or,
    having something to see,
    that bombards with some valuable information,
    or useless,
    that won’t help me ever,
    but,
    the need,
    the unreal need of having something playing,
    maybe a comedy skit,
    maybe some informative video,
    to pass the time,
    or just something that fills the emptiness in the room,
    making it some noise,
    or some tunes playing in the background,
    that deter me from thinking anything/everything,
    at a certain point of time…

    A never-ending rant,
    that exists within this mind,
    to leave it and pick it up,
    making me forget crucial memories,
    because I can’t seem to remember them anymore,
    like moments in my childhood,
    some of them are non-existent,
    some of them are blemishing,
    some of them are still there but fading,
    and some of them come back
    after remembering hard enough,
    but,
    none that is remembered off the top my head…

    You’re grateful if you do,
    and if you don’t,
    in the same boat we all are…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Another scroll,
    another relatable thing,
    Even though none of them are,
    it just passes my time…

    As I stared at the clock,
    it stuck 5:30,
    it had already been too much,
    an hour and thirty minutes,
    scrolling…

    But,
    it’s because there’s a need to replace,
    replace all things,
    Everything that surrounds,
    and this one is the cheapest,
    because the price is paid,
    not in the form that is visible at present…

    A price that is paid,
    paid with those forgotten memories,
    by replacing those happy and sad times,
    with what brings these short bursts of happiness,
    becoming an addict to them,
    waiting for free time,
    or snatching it from regular schedule,
    a moment here,
    sitting on the can,
    or going out for a smoke break,
    or going out to eat because you forgot to pack yours,
    because of waking up late…

    Maybe,
    maybe it isn’t so bad after all,
    but,
    the memories that I forget,
    or I’m trying to,
    maybe,
    just maybe,
    it will help,
    in eroding the bad ones,
    Unaware,
    the good ones entangled together are going away with them…

    “An Echo Without a Voice“
  • Favorite School Lunches: A Taste of Our Past

    Favorite School Lunches: A Taste of Our Past

    Daily writing prompt
    Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Being a typical Indian kid,
    we all carried lunches as soon as we started school,
    and that is where we were exposed to experiences,
    new things that we didn’t see before,
    flavors that were new to the palate,
    never ever tried before,
    in this life…

    So,
    what we used to do as kids,
    when the recess hit,
    we used to gather at a selected seat,
    and open our lunches at the same time and whatever each one of us felt appealing we took a bite out of,
    and after that,
    it was like clockwork,
    we used to try a bite or a nibble of food and then took more bites out of the things that we liked…

    One of the things that I remember,
    that’s very dear to my heart has been Pulao…

    It’s a steaming mixture of rice with vegetables of choice in it,
    which was my all-time favorite,
    all of my friends loved it too,
    So,
    I barely got a bite,
    it was rarely that it was made,
    and that too when That lunch box opened,
    and I took out a bite,
    it was then snatched out of my hand,
    like it wasn’t even in my hand to start with,
    there were some fights,
    some persuasion,
    sometimes it was admitting defeat,
    sometimes it was a win because they brought something good,
    and then someone else used to make them run for their food…

    Simple and happy times…

    Another one was chickpea stir fry,
    My mom used to prepare this in two boxes,
    because whenever I used to take this one,
    I BARELY got a bite,
    I mean BARELY even a single bite got into my mouth..

    It was so mouth watering that one of the lunch box used to just disappear,
    as soon I told them,
    what I brought today,
    so,
    I used to hide one of the boxes well under my books and told them I only brought one lunch today and they used to feel bad,
    telling me that,
    I can have their lunch,
    but,
    it was worth seeing their expression,
    as I pulled out another one of them,
    from my bag,
    hidden from everyone..

    Whenever the taste of the Pulao or chickpea stir fry comes to the mind,
    all of a sudden,
    the memories hit back like a wave hitting the seashore,
    again and again,
    reliving the days of my childhood,
    in an instant,
    as a flashback of all the fun we used to have…

    To all of the good times spent together,
    I hope all of them are doing well and are living a blessed life…

    Happy weekend to all those celebrating..

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍