Hero In Her!!!

What makes a woman happy?

Ahh, okay!!

Don’t get into the things such as – give her a rose, chocolates and might be a pizza with a load of cheese – so she will jump off with happiness.

While those things work well but if you want to see a pure glow on her face then just tell her, (Nah, not how beautiful she is neither when she smiles it feel likes surgical strike happens on my heart – not those ordinary comments. people, please try to understand real things.)  

I am about to say something about her capabilities and dreams.

Every woman has dreams and holds capabilities to accomplish it.

In the world full of criticizers and trollers, she loves to have someone who believes in her. Someone who has enough guts to look into her eyes and make her feel appreciated for all the good qualities she has and the efforts she is putting in.

I am talking about the smallest act of her – that others overlook. The smallest thing she is good at. Her passion for something and even her intelligence that stuns the rule setter.

Her physical beauty is overrated, her capabilities as a human are neglected.

Have you ever observed, the woman, when allowed to talk about the things, people (and foods) she loves, she glows differently?

The problem in our Indian society is, men are afraid to give a genuine compliment to women (be in a corporate sector or in a home) in front of people, as our society has taught us, as a man you should not soften or appreciating to a woman – in front of people.

If you do so you will be judged as a man who is blind for a (his) woman. But the same society doesn’t understand the fact that the man who appreciates the capabilities of a woman, in front of the society, is the man who actually has a sight (and guts) to recognise true beauty in her.

(Writer’s note – I don’t think that women, modern women, need a man to tell her that she is worthy of her dreams. In fact, she is. The concern is we are not taught to say it on her face. You can not underestimate the power of a genuine compliment, that boosts her confidence and makes her a woman of action.)

Let’s make someone happy with your words. Spread this message.


“Dear Aunt and uncle; listen to young India.”

The gulab jamun had just landed on her tongue but one could sense that her face wasn’t appreciating the delicious taste of it. She swallowed the whole round jamun saying ‘get married?’ As her parents had served the very lip licking subject in the middle of the dinner, ‘you are 25; you should get married.’ Her heartbeats had stopped for while (don’t think of it, it can’t happen.) listening to the word marriage.

‘But I want to be an entrepreneur.’ She said stressing her eyes to her parents and brother.

‘To thik hai na, shadi ke bad kar lena wo kya anter-funter  wala course. Aise bhi is tere chote bhai ka bhi shouk bhi pura hoga.’

‘shouk?’ he got shocked.

‘photography ka.’

‘I’m a cinematographer. It’s my profession, daddd!’ the last two extra ‘d’ told all story. He left the dinner.

‘I think he didn’t like a curry.’ Father said.

‘I don’t think.’ Mother said.

It’s a common story of every Indian parent and their ward. As being a 22-year-old Indian, I know in what situation we 20 to 25 yr old (for our parents), formerly young Indian, have been through.  We all have a well-polished degree in hand but though we are not succeeding to get our own bank account credited. The frustration of our parents can also be understood as we are heading towards the marriage deadline. The first digit of your age should be ‘2’ to get a perfect, well-functioned partner. The ‘3’ can disturb your graha in kundali.

But for this generation; is a success all about having a well-paid job and that well settled boxed life? About girl, does success measure by how her husband is rich? Doesn’t she want to build an empire by her own hardship?

Yet, have we stuck in the age where men supposed to do the job and women are supposed to do housework? Certainly not. When we see, there are more successful women than men. But for parents, the well-known Marathi proverb applies, ‘Shivaji janmava pun shejarchya gharat.’ (means Shivaji, the great king, ought to be born but in neighbor’s house.)

Yes, we all want a change maker, an influencer. But we don’t want them to in our house.

We want young Indian to take the risk to form new India, but he/she should be not our own child.

Despite being a massive unemployment, the frustration, our youth are more creative, more problem solver and more go-getter than they ever were.

For parents, the worry is natural. no parent wants you to see unhappy and unsuccessful. They are right from their own perspective, they share their own experience and suggest us to not to repeat the mistakes they had committed.

But the good news is; we are not committing mistakes. We are pouring solid concrete in the new India’s base. Our goals are changing.


  • Getting married before 30, having two kids and do what you really don’t want to do for a lifetime, this is something we are unlikely to do.


  • Money isn’t remaining our attraction anymore. We are breaking barrage and finding, and If have found, then getting busy in things that make us happy, that make us healthy, that make this society more free and liveable.


  • We believe in finding solutions via entrepreneurship rather being a part of problems. We believe in helping each other, moving forward together, work together and vanish all problems India has. 

          “Go after dream, not people.”  Sir A.P.J. abdul kalam.

  • Girls in jeans are rocking the male dominated world. And if you think they are uncultured then I pity your thinking. It’s our mistake that we got late to push them forward otherwise India would have been superpower still now. Yes, they are open-minded, more sophisticated and too smart to handle. They are an all-rounder, leading young India, and preserving our own great culture as well. It’s time to rethink, do we really want to put our girls, talented and visionary, in a kitchen?  Won’t it be a wastage of talent our nation gets?                                



Our dreams and our achievement will be meaningless unless you don’t support us. We have energy, you have life experience. We are trying to giving a life to you and off course to our next generation that we never had. Yes, together, we can. Just one command, ‘go live the life fullest.’

Jay hind.

When Romeo met Einstein.

Once upon a time in Pune. The Einstein met Romeo.

Here Einstein means an engineering college topper while Romeo defines an ordinary graduate engineer, an engineer who pissed off being something he never wanted to be, an engineer who indeed doesn’t know why and how he became an engineer. (80% population, Majority)  ROMEO was one who took admission just for log kya kahege. ROMEO was one who got 50% in 12th though took admission for engineering. Today they all are unemployed and frustrated.

Place: At tea stall.

‘One cutting.’ He gestured tea stall owner. Managing his Bell shaped hair; it was partially white and was giving him an old man look. He had leaned on a chair. Reading ‘self service’ board on the water drum he went to stall to get a tea.

‘Mc…!’ He exclaimed as he suffered to burn. (MC is the most used word in engineering communities after BC, only virat can beat us.)
‘What…?’ Tea seller exclaimed, looking furiously at him. ‘No. I mean E=MC2.’ He pretended calculating something.
‘Don’t you look like Einstein?’ Tea seller pointed finger at him.
‘Ya yes, I do…!’ He replied, sipping tea.
‘OMG..!! What a day. Sir Can I take a selfie?’ Tea seller said in excitement taking his mobile out of the pocket.

‘No, not today. I have been here since age and couldn’t you recognize me?’ Einstein said him. No, I couldn’t. Where have you been by now?’ Tea seller asked him.

‘Studying ENGINEERING in bla bla college of engineering. It was a private institute dude.’ Einstein said, slapping his back.

‘Are you kidding with me? Why you suddenly had to study engineering. Despite you are genius, God and a boss of physics.’ Tea seller asked him.

‘Exactly..!! But our Indian parents, I tried to tell them I’m Einstein, look I can do better than engineering, but they didn’t hear me, and pushed me in engineering. If you are good at math and physics then it’s mandatory to become engineer in India.’ He said sadly.
‘Hmm.. Same here.’ Tea seller agreed with Einstein.
‘But why you have worn this kind of clothes. Don’t you feel hot? It does seem like you are a Bandwala. Why this red clothes?’ Einstein asked him. Tea seller had worn a red suite same like band wale used to wear.
‘I’m not bandwala. I’m an engineer too, and this red suite is because I’m a Romeo, haven’t you read Shakespeare yet.’ He said glancing him head to toe.

‘OMG! Romeo!! So where is Juliet?’ Einstein asked in excitement.

‘Forget it. Because of her, I’m selling tea now. She left me, because I haven’t got a job yet.’ Romeo was on verge of cry.

‘oh, sorry.’ Einstein started waiving hand fan as it was hot. ‘What is in your hand?’ Romeo asked Einstein.
‘It’s a file, it has a CV and all useless mark sheets .’ ’Einstein replied.’

Means you too haven’t got placed yet, college campus interview? lol.’ Romeo laughed.

‘Ya I haven’t yet, but I got a call from MARKETING and EXECUTIVE sell. They should have done a favor on me. Look I’m a topper and more professionally I’m an Einstein. But they don’t have to anything with it. OK good marketing…!’ Now Einstein went in depression.
‘OK agree you are an Einstein but what about me? I’m a Romeo. People are fond to take my swear of me to save their love. I’m a legend in love stories. I was not supposed to do engineering then why institute gave me admission despite I had poor CET scores just for some money. Look, somehow I cleared my engineering but now neither I have any technical knowledge not have a good communication skills at least I could do job in marketing.’ He burnt gas to see, two other customers with their respective girlfriend were coming. (And of course they were not engineer.)
He looked at Einstein.


(Here i used great personality like Einstein and  a fictional character romeo just for making story interesting, If you are an engineer who just graduated from any private college then you can relate with this story. we have spent lacks of rupee, four year of young hood and etc etc, we have sacrificed many things to become an engineer but today are roaming like dog to seek job. being an engineer was our dream but they education system made fun of us, here we could find lots of reason behind ‘why we are seeing this days? who is responsible for this, education system? our chalata hai attitude or our ignorant sociaty?

let me know what you feel, feel free to express yourself, comment below.’)