The Wish

This year for my new year wish I ask,

A little more luck and a little something from the past.

I want that girl who sat at my side when I drove,

I want the girl whose laugh made my day whole.


Every one of those exchanged smiles from across the room,

I want those moments back that got our friendship to bloom.

Its still just as effortless to remember those days,

Brings the widest smile to my face your peculiar ways.


I’m always going to be here cheering you on,

I promise to be by your side from dusk till dawn.

I’m always going to be in your corner for every fight,

Remind you of your Herculean might.


So here I am asking you to grant me this wish,

Turn this friendship into a uniquely assembled dish.

For I loved those fifteen days and I hope to live them again,

For you’re the one I miss each time it starts to rain.

An Unsettling Assurance

I sit at night and ponder in this meaningful silence,

With no idea of how I should feel.

A thousand thoughts and words making its way,

Not allowing me to sleep until with these words I play.


A mixed state of confusion filled with some unknown peace,

With a little disappointment and yet a smile I so effortlessly keep.

You’ve opened my eyes to an emotion of undying care,

A weight my heart so happily bares.


I’ve learned to laugh at my misery and my unlucky luck,

I’ve learned to hope even when the going gets tough.

I’m happy with the way I am and equally sad too,

While I dream to be with you and yet have so willingly accepted the truth.


-The Travellothoner

The Reunion


A collection of people I literally grew up with,

And suddenly in that midst when the reality hit.

Its been 7 years since I last saw this bunch,

A group I used to spend time with everyday till lunch.


From sharing benches, classrooms and busses,

To sharing secrets, pains and crushes.

From collectively hogging tiffins and sharing food,

To sharing answers on a test that wasn’t so good.


From unbelievable banter, teasing and endless laughter,

To making promises of keeping in touch forever after.

And yet there I stood marvelling at the scene,

Trying to recollect how good life had once been.


It all seemed different and yet felt so familiar,

The happy smiles of the teachers we once used to fear.

The same vintage building now covered in fresh paint,

Thus began our journey through the walls so quaint.


And as I stood behind in my class with a happy smile,

To see all my classmates go back in time.

Recollecting memories that have us forever bound,

Never realised how much I missed that chaotic sound.


And the years recede as the time between ceased to be,

We were classmates again, the carefree friends we used to be.

It all seemed so familiar and yet felt so different,

All these mixed emotions housed within this building so magnificent.

The soul twin

Gorgeous smiles with the cleanest heart,

With that awesome yoga bod that sets her apart.

The loveliest voice and the most contagious laugh,

Hogging on greens like a healthy giraffe.


Gifted with the most talented hands and a creative mind,

Patient enough to teach art to the blind.

Carefully making cartoons and spreading countless smiles,

I challenge you to find a substitute within a thousand miles.


A forever perfectionist always wanting to hone her skills,

A friend who’d always accompany on your journey up the hills.

A human sponge absorbing everything thrown her way,

A child like attitude allowing her to learn new things everyday.


A human who’d always understand the puzzle in your head,

A person who’d never let you go upset to bed.

And somehow deep down you’d identify with her all the way,

Your thoughts and attitude match like the number of hours on any given day.


Consider yourself lucky if your match you’ve found,

Its as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack buried under the ground.

I love you with all my heart and every inch of my soul,

You’re as dear to me as to a miser his gold.

The Road Trip

Seldom taking the solitary way up the road,

Finding a contradictory comfort in the radio static aboard.

Or grab your people and make a move,

Blast some music and dance and groove.


Move at dawn before the birds start to chirp,

Bring along a coffee or smoothie to slurp.

Away from the concrete jungle into the natural bliss,

Onto the vacation that was thoroughly missed.


Hit the empty roads at blistering speeds,

Some necessary exercise your car seldom needs.

300 miles of pure heavenly peace,

The beautiful clouds and scenery bringing your mind at ease.


Listen to music aloud or in your mind you sing,

And later regret the stuff you forgot to bring.

A chance to reflect on your thoughts and actions so far,

A romantic affair to rejuvenate that long lost love with your car.


Call it luck or a moment of serendipity,

Your finest bunch confined in such close proximity.

A much needed gathering to pour your heart and share,

With ample time for each and everyone to spare.


Its about the journey and the people around,

The stories and emotions and the laughing sounds.

It is said the journey is what makes the destination whole,

So enrich your mind and rejuvenate your soul.


Sometimes its important to lose yourself in order to get found,

Making ties and memories life is forever bound.

And along the way your scars will heal,

Make you stronger, smarter, happier and bring new emotions to feel.


-The Travellothoner

The Pure Hearts

Everyone needs friends to share their troubles with,

Keep these people as close to you as your teeth.

Some volunteer to hear your troubles,

Others just wait for you to pop those bubbles.


But once in a while you come across a Pure Heart,

Someone who’s always been far apart.

You don’t know them and they don’t know you,

Your interactions have been none or very few.


Their actions are questionable but their intentions pure,

Why would a stranger want to present you a cure.

They want to listen to your problems and be your friend,

An act so rare in this recent trend.


And later you realise your problems are so petty,

Whereas theirs lie bigger and heavier than a yeti.

And it makes you wonder about this lovely soul,

Trying to mend your broken pieces when they themselves weren’t whole.


Pain understands pain is what they told me,

To not leave anyone alone is their only plea.

I’ve never felt smaller than in that moment,

When they said they did not need my lament.


For you pretty soul I have nothing but respect,

Nothing but love in every aspect.

And for you I promise I’ll always be around,

All you have to do is make a sound.

-The Travellothoner


It may not be the desired result you want and it may not be the result you hoped for, but let me tell you, it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change who you are as a person or a human being, and it doesn’t change what you’re trying to do with your life. And please don’t even think the society is going to give you a tag for it.

Think of a baby learning to walk. Should we see it as a “bad” or “shameful” thing every time he or she falls? Do babies beat themselves up when they lose balance after taking a few steps? Of course not. Falling and losing balance is precisely how they learn to successfully walk.

The same goes for us and whatever it is we choose to create with our lives. You don’t beat yourself up over a fall. You cry, dust yourself and try again. We can’t expect ourselves to be perfect and flawless when we are new to something (or even if we aren’t new to it, for that matter). But taking steps regardless is the perfect way to gauge what works and what doesn’t work.

Think of a panda that you’ve seen, when he loses his shit and tumbles and falls and still manages to be the most adorable thing. Still so adorable, still so happy, still sucking on its bamboo with no care for what the world thinks. You dear reader, have to be this panda!

At our age (I am 22) , it is easy to have a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, has been the measure of success in our life and that of our peers. But you do realise it doesn’t always add up right?

Try Ishaan Avasthi from Taare Zameen Par, or Walt Disney in real life. Life is so so much more than cramming 6 months worth of studies and an oceans worth of curriculum in a 3 hour paper and in the end, somebody who knows nothing about you, telling and deciding your worth.

I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence have never indemnified anyone against the pages of Fate, and I do not for a moment suppose that you have enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

Ultimately, you have to decide for yourself what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere paper in almost 22 years of your existence doesn’t define how you have failed on an epic scale.

Now, I am not going to sit here and write and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one (when I failed to be honest to my people; or when I did not clear my exams until multiple attempts later), and I had no idea that there was going to be the kind of life and people that I have today, which includes some really special people. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why am I telling you what I am telling you? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination that I have today, to do what I really want to do. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I am still alive, and I have a family who loves me, and I have my hands, feet and brain completely intact, and the determination to be a better version of me from yesterday. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

Michael Jordan once said “I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying”.

Or Winston Churchill, a politician, writer, army officer and 2 time Prime Minister of UK once said, “Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm”.

I am sure you are aware of the stories of Amitabh Bachchan (from declaring bankruptcy to being the man), SRK(from sleeping on the streets of Delhi to the king of Bollywood), Dhirubhai Ambani(From selling Bhajiyas to Finding RIL), Narendra Modi(From selling Tea to becoming our PM), Rajnikanth (Was a bus conductor), APJ Apdul Kalam (sold newspapers to support his family) and I can come up with 1000 more examples within India and outside.

And these people are looked upto, and made an example of only because of their failure and struggles. Not because they got to the top without stumbling. That is simply a fairytale and almost impossible.

You really think their failures or results ever limit their dreams or capabilities? And I am sure you realise the fact that they’ve had their fair share of failures. And if you tell me they were great people or extraordinary people, let me tell you, thats not the case at all. They have nothing that you don’t. In fact, they never possessed the comfort, brains and opportunities you do.

I once read “If you pray for rains, you gotta learn to deal with the mud”. And this is all that it is. A patch of mud, that you got to deal with before there’s another rain and all the mud is washed away.

I’m going to say it again. A piece of paper is never going to decide your fate or your career. Not now, not ever. You decide that for yourself. Nobody else. Only you’re the the creator of your destiny and greatness, and only you’re the Krypton (the element behind superman’s weakness) to your fate.

And as far as me or anyone else in your life is concerned, you’re still the same person and you always will be. This doesn’t make anyone think any less of you, and it never ever will. And there’s always someone out there, just waiting to see how you pick yourself up and launch yourself again, to achieve what you want to achieve and what you can achieve.

To conclude I’ll say this:

“You were trying to fly, and let the winds deter you and fell on the ground on your knees. All you’ve got to do is dust yourself off, chug some beer and shrug it off and start fluttering your wings and fly again.”

I wish nothing but the best to everyone who’s failed and who’s reading this. This isn’t the end; Its just the beginning.

Best wishes and regards,

The Travellothoner.

Ps. You’re awesome!