©Pranjali Bhatt

We need men. We- mothers, daughters and sisters need men to raise ourselves. Most important role of any men is of Father. And that the bond of father-daughter shares is indescribable. I am not that type who would keep posting pictures with dad on Facebook or WhatsApp. Even I won’t hug my dad just to wish him Happy Father’s Day. And I might not want my dad to read this post also. So here it goes; my feelings for my dad. Dearest Dad, You are the only man in my life who loved me before I was even born. Loved me before I could open my eyes or speak anything. I am now 22 but your love for me still remains intact. I have always looked up to you, I want to become like you. Even as a child, I loved your attention; running behind you everywhere. I still remember the day when I changed my school, how you came till my classroom to drop me and ensured that I had a place to sit and someone as a classmate to make me comfortable. I still remember how those eyes were filled with pride wh...

There are times when my heart wanders in all direction. Today is such a day. There is some kind of music playing in background. My eyes are gazing on the wall. Thinking of past few months. Yes, time flies by. And so do people. A part inside me is really pissed. 17 th January. So here is the thing about results. It feels like no matter how hard you work, some things aren’t in your hand. My other side questions myself “Had I given by 100%?” I regret nothing in life, but this sick feeling makes me regret that what if I just stopped my distractions those 5 months and gave everything to my exams! I felt like wrapping myself inside a blanket and sobbing around. This intense feeling hurts because I had never faced any failure before. I believe these circumstances define you. You think that even if there are closed to 500 people in your contact list, you don’t even know whom to call. Immediate sudden thought which strikes what would world say? Phone calls during such times seriously m...

“A week in Mumbai”; with this shock I confronted myself. 3 rd outstation in 3 rd year of Internship. And yes I was the senior of two of us going for the office trip. A part of me was excited and a part of me tensed. And there was responsibility on me. The 1 st one probably to catch train on time, followed by reaching the right destination. Finding a lesser known destination is toughest in Mumbai. The time came. My train was scheduled at 10. Things were going on right! And I arrived on time despite the not-at-all expected rains in the month of May in Ahmedabad. But to my relief because of the rains the weather turned so good. And the journey started. Upper berth and book to provide me comfort, with cell phone; enough for whole night. Only a few more hours until I was there. The night passed by with hardly 3 hours of sleep and the station arrived. I was half dead by then with 8 hours of journey. Finding transportation is not a difficult task in Mumbai even at wee hours. The city...

Sometimes I ponder upon that what makes us move on by a person who is no more your friend or any incident which is bad or any result for which you faced failure for the first time? Is it time, or the same person or memories or any result get replaced by something better in your life. Personally I feel that the 2 nd one serves much better. If on an immediate basis every person or thing in your life gets replaced you would probably move on faster and would be happier than before. I don’t want to sound philosophical. But it works. On a personal note January, 2016; not-so-good month for me. I haven’t experienced anything in my entire life that I had to face in January.  Still sitting with a hope that everything in the end should turn out good may be not sooner but later. Talking about results, I feel it is good if you face failure. It keeps you grounded and you realize every achievement in life doesn’t come that easy. And yes failure does hurt, it kills you. But fighting...

When you have spent almost whole of your life only in Ahmedabad, you suddenly have so many feelings, thoughts, etc. travelling around your mind about the city. I have been here since birth. I am pure amdavadi by heart. They say in Gujarat when you travel through different cities your accent of Gujarati changes and yes of course we also have a unique language known as amdavadi gujarati. The city is situated in the banks of Sabarmati River. Historically speaking, it got its name from Sultan Ahmed Shah. It is also famous for some great historic museums, temples and mosques, Sabarmati Ashram. It is kind of combination of old and new; old Ahmedabad consisting of busy lane, Jama Masjid, Gandhi memorial, etc. to the new Ahmedabad with some luxurious cafes, vibrant food culture offering almost all cuisines. In all aspects, Ahmedabad is the best of course. It presently has one of the best transportation systems called BRTS- Bus Rapid Transport Service which easily connects all the are...

Mom, only the word is enough to describe what a special place she holds in everyone's life.  The most special thing about mother is that everyone has got best.  She carries her child in the womb for 8 to 9 long months and again she gives birth knowing that her life is at stake. She feeds the baby with her milk. She makes you learn to sit and to take your first steps. With her shadow you feel that you have everything. Even if you yearn for a 5 star hotel food, you only get satisfied by your mother-cooked food. Not so long ago, I realized that if you have her you can easily conquer the harsh world. I am an intern at a leading CA firm, so but obvious the pressure gets build up when you are near March ending. Everything is so hectic. And amongst all this, I have my CA finals exam due in November 2015. So 70% of my concentration has to be in studies these days. On one of the day, I had a row with my senior for sitting till late hours at client’s place. And I a...

It was the first change. The first change in my life at the age of around 10 years. Changing my school for my growth, my betterment. The curiosity level was at its peak. Thousands of questions were buzzing around my mind about the school I was to join. But thanks to mom and dad, they were patiently answering all my questions and did assure me that it would not be difficult at all. That first day! Dad came to drop me and signaled all the best to me. When your loved ones are there with you at every step you climb things become much easier. The school I was supposed to join belonged to one of my relatives. So I at least felt a sense of belonging towards it. I peeped in every class to search for a board of Standard 5 th . It was towards the end of the foyer. I, totally nervous, taking small steps headed to classroom; stood at the door and had a glimpse of whole classroom. There was a lot of chaos and every student was occupied with some or the other work. There are lots of things t...