Passion is overrated

‘Follow your Passion ! ‘ , ‘Fight for your dreams ! ‘, you must have heard these lines from someone, maybe your friends, maybe your family or just a random guy who thinks he is good at inspirational talk. 

What if, you can’t decide your passion? What if, you don’t have any passion? What will you do then? Explore !! Yes, that is the answer, just explore. Keep exploring, until you find it, now here is the catch. Even if you don’t find it , you would have collected great number of experiences. And like any great guy ( me as well) would say , ‘ Experience matters !’ . Let me tell you a certain small analogy I drew out of this. 

Most of  great grand parents and grand parents forced their children to follow some conventional career, for instance- Engineering, Business, Medicine,etc. Well, maybe not in foreign countries, but in India they did. Their children didn’t think about their dreams, maybe they didn’t have one, maybe the careers their parents told them to follow were their dreams, but then new era came. In this era, there was no think like conventional jobs, a wind of  ‘following passion ‘ has taken hold of our mind and soul. Blame films and unrealistic success stories for this, but they did change our minds, our parents’ minds and change it for good. And I will raise that question again, what if you don’t know your passion? I don’t have any passion, hence obviously I thought about this ‘following passion’ thing, I seeked for answers from different people- my teachers , my parents , quora, etc. 

Finally one answer on quora intrigued me. It was by Dr. Richard Muller, he wrote, ‘Passion is  Overrated ‘. He said that it was not necessary to have passion, you just need to explore. Imagine this, you have a big long table with different kind of exquisite dishes. What will you have? Your favourite dish or everything you can try? I don’t know about you, but I will try everything. Those exquisite dishes are experiences and that long table is life.

I know the next wind that is blow our minds will be , ‘Passion is Overrated’ . In different era, the wind will change again. Change is necessary is this world, whether it for our mindset or our choices. 


Scraped Out Finger And The ‘Neem’ ! -Final Part

*This is continued story of Part-2, which is just before this blog post of the same name*

I remember everything. I remember, I used to work for that white dressed man. I was his courier man. I used to deliver his laboratory made items to different people. That man – Shivansh Mehta, owns a pharmaceutical giant. From years he, with the help of that Tantrik, was trying to invent a drug which can heal wounds in no time, and sell them for pretty low price in hospitals and dispensaries. They were good persons trying to bring a revolution in the medicine industry. Once I met with an accident and my finger was scraped out, they decided to test that potion on me, initially I was reluctant, but they were paying me for that, so I agreed. And of course, they were successful. The man whose words were echoing in my mind about the magic in my blood and neem leaves was Shivansh Mehta. I now remember their faces. Both Shivansh and Tantrik were happy, as their medicine was a success, and so was I, not just because I got my finger back, I had some other plans too. I wanted that potion for myself. I wanted to sell that potion in the black market for a higher price.

 I had planned out everything, I hired some great goons from the money they paid me for becoming their lab rat. I hired them to kill that Tantrik and Shivansh, and in case everything goes south, I kept a knife and needle dipped with poison inside my shoes’ soles and needle dispenser in a secret pocket of my pant so that I can escape out of the scene effectively.

They let us in the laboratory because they trusted me. I had kept everything planned. First, the goons will kill everyone, then I will take that potion to my friend who is a great chemical scientist, and we will figure out the content of the potion and then sell that potion, and ultimately, become millionaires. But it failed. It failed pretty badly, my goons were killed by their security team, they hit me hard on my head, and I fainted. Next thing happened, I was in a desert, those security guys beating me up and leaving me strangled and I couldn’t remember shit.

But now, I do. I was wearing those same shoes and same pant which had my weapons. All I have to do is to plan everything within few minutes.

‘Apparently, Shivansh brought me here to kill me, as he had no choice. He first thought, he would leave me in that deserted place and get away with it, but I am back. And now, his potion had side effects. Shit! I did all this and it was for nothing. But, one thing was sure, his potion works. Maybe I and my friend can work this problem out. Yes, we can, he is a great scientist, he has won many awards, he can. But I need to kill these guys first’, I thought quietly, lying in front of them.

Meanwhile, they were trying to make me speak, but I was engrossed in thoughts.

‘Who are you guys, why have you brought me here?? ‘, I blurted out, faking my memory loss.

‘Idiot! Your potion didn’t work… make that again…and feed him that ‘, Shivansh angrily said to Tantrik.

And as Shivansh’s back was facing me, I quietly penetrated that needle in his body, I penetrated it very slowly, but deeply. He moved back in pain, saw me, fell and died in front of me, as I was lying there. His security team was far from me. So they charged towards me, I acted quickly and killed that Tantrik with the knife. They stopped. I laughed hysterically, and shouted, ‘Now, who do you work for… tell me…both are dead…’

My happiness knew no limits. I planned this in seconds. I had to attack Shivansh and Tantrik when they were away from their security. So I did. My plan was a success. I escaped death. His security, they didn’t kill me. They just went, I don’t know where, and I don’t care. I just care about one thing —I was going to be a millionaire.

Scraped Out Finger And The ‘Neem’ !-Part-2

*This is continued story of part -1,which is just before this blog post of the same name*

I finally got my finger un-scraped, but I still, need to figure out aboout my lost memory. I was always bad at memorising things at school and college, and now here I was doing something which I was worst at- ‘memorising things’. I don’t believe in Indian Yogis and Babas or Tantriks, but some weeks ago, I didn’t believe that there was magic in my blood too, but now I do. So, I thought of trying them. I contacted one Tantrik –Markandas yogi, to find out the answers to my questions. I had a great laugh when I first heard his name, but later thought he may be my messiah.

As he was busy in some sort of meditation, I narrated him my whole story, he was quiet for a while, but then I asked again.
‘Mangeet Bazaar! There… search for your answer in there, at the right place, timings I can’t tell when .. best possible timing is morning’, He yelled.

I left his place, inquired people about Mangeet Bazaar and finally reached there. As it was early in the morning, there were very few people around. I was wandering aimlessly with no clue of where to find my answers, suddenly my hands were grabbed and then my whole body. They were those same guys who earlier attacked me, and they took me to a shady place, where I saw the same tantrik with a guy in a white suit, smoking cigar. Turns out that Tantrik was an ally of my ‘supposed to be’ enemies. He betrayed me, he tricked me to go to that Bazaar, so that these goons could capture me.

‘Who are you? Why have you brought me here? ‘, I said.

‘Kid! you have something that we don’t want you to have … ‘, that man said.

‘Bastard! we helped you, you betrayed us, don’t you remember!’, that Tantrik said.

‘I didn’t… I mean .. I don’t remember anything .. I can’t … please leave me ..please.. ‘, I begged.

‘You liar, you think you can outsmart us, we are in this Business for years, tell me don’t your wounds automatically heal with neem? …. Tell me ..What was your plan..Why you attacked us?…betrayed us?…!! ‘, that man shouted.

‘ Yes, it did, I wanted to find out how and why .. that was the reason I went to the Tantrik, I can’t remember anything .. I just can’t. ‘

‘Maybe he’s right, make him drink the other potion that we invented… his memory will come back, I wantvto know what he was upto…and this thing… loss of his memory, it could be a side effect of the potion we gave him earlier…. Idiot!! I told you to make that potion carefully. Now get to work ‘, that man said to Tantrik.

After some time, some men came, they must be working for the Tantrik and gave me a potion to drink. After drinking it, I lost my consciousness.
I woke up after a while, in that same shady place. But this time, my memory was back. I now know who they were.

…. To Be Continued.


I had a fall,

didn’t have someone to call,

for the help i needed.

‘Cause I knew not single soul ever heeded.


I trusted the wrong,

but that was not for too long.

At last their masks fell off

and, I left those cheats, for their deception was off.


I am damaged

and my mind is utterly dazed

I locked my feelings forever,

for they are meant to be confined and shown never.


I am all blue,

and my heart doesn’t have a clue

that, why it is still hurtful

and what made nothingness so painful.


But here I am now,

bleeding rhymes somehow

through the lesions that still ache

I know , all this and their ravages will fade.


I had a fall,

didn’t have someone to call,

for the help i needed.

‘Cause I knew not a single soul ever heeded.