“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.

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Warning:: This is not love hate story.

This is a story of…..

Aarav who loves Shreya

Shreya who loves herself and family…

Rudra and vid who never being loved by society and they faced off with education system….

And chasmiss topper kritika… Respected by society, loved by teacher and Reserved for Mr. Right. .

U probably thinking it was a love story. Where a boy fallen for a girl. A girl with pretty face, magical eyes, brown and silky hair and a super sweet honey lips. No I am not admiring her OK Now I’m adding, she was one in billion. Actually she wasn’t. it’s not me speaking it’s a Romeo who is madly love with that girl. Like every mother on earth think my child is too dam good, handsome and a sanskari fellow.  So I’m feeling same for my girl, she was dam beautiful and pretty like angle in heaven and divas in miss universe. Don’t stop reading and one should say why you are telling about her. But my all dear it does matter. If I were a judge of this universe I would wear her crown and the next moment without losing chance I would bends on my knees and propose her…….

Will you marry me….?

What a romantic scene it would have been…!!!

But I couldn’t… Actually I could have been but somewhere in life when all world start knowing you an innocent being and then God gifted you a bunch of idiot friend. And your life starts rotating anticlockwise and meanwhile in your serious cum funny life you got a call from the same girl in a morning when u were just about to have a tea. “Is it aarav...?”  She asked me in an angry tone. Now someone might think the conversation was drastically romantic but no, no it wasn’t… For a first time in life I had been abused by girl the same girl I used to love…!!!

And I totally got depressed after hang the phone up. My heart, brain, liver and all respective part of body had broken. I would have broke my phone and that was only thing which remain to break, then I had received another call “is it AARAV…?” The person with heavy voice spoke behind call. “Yes… I am…?” I replied. “I’m going to support you politically for your friends agitation against university…” He confessed.

This was beganing….

Now… Vid  ran to me and through his phone on my face, the phone was quite expensive and I always wanted to buy it but after being hurting by his metal body phone I changed my thought, and cried  “Rudra  Took poison and now He is in ICU…..”

No sooner had my heart felt 8 rectal scale tremors then another 9 scale tremors shacked my heart as well brain. My world has been collapsed in a day.

 I stood numb. I could clearly recall what had kritika said me. she predicted our future.

Tears rolled out over  my Chick’s and brain start recalling all moments…….
my brain went about 4 years back

We went…

We cried…

We loved…

But never got being loved.


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